I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

two o'clock in the morning—

The door lock of the villa on the outskirts of City A turned counterclockwise, the living room lights were on, and the man standing at the door seemed to have no idea that the man was sitting on the sofa and waiting for him with his mobile phone.

Hearing the sound, Yan Yiming turned his head to look at Mr. Cong at the door with a smile on his lips, and responded with simple words such as um, ok, and no problem when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone.

On the contrary, Cong Jun looked at the man's deep eyes, and when he glanced at him with that kind of gaze that seemed to know everything, Cong Jun was inexplicably guilty.

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows, and the latter reacted and entered the living room. During the distance from the door to the living room, Yan Yiming had already hung up the phone and stretched out a hand.

Cong Jun held that hand and sat down on the sofa.

Pulling Cong Jun over, he took a bite on Cong Jun's lips: "Why is it so late?"

"There are many things." Cong Jun licked his lips and looked up at Yan Yiming: "Why are you still awake?"

"Waiting for you." Yan Yiming hooked Cong Jun's chin: "Hungry."

"You hurt..."

The latter smiled: "I said I was hungry, where do you want to go?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Cong blushed: "Didn't you order takeaway?"

"Is this how you treat patients?" Yan Yiming put his head on Mr. Cong's neck, carefully traced Mr. Cong's collarbone with the tip of his tongue, and laughed lightly as if he was a little self-deprecating: "When you were injured before, you would always find time to come and make things for me. eat."

Cong Jun's heart skipped a beat.

When Yan Yiming was in City S before, he was injured by a knife. At that time, Mr. Cong was in charge of taking a shower and eating.Although the two people living in that small house are a bit crowded, they don't have much to bear, and now the two people have their own thoughts and will no longer be as honest as before.

"Have you not eaten all day?"

"Ah."

The slight breathing in the neck was itchy, as if it had penetrated into Mr. Cong's heart.

Reaching out and pushing Yan Yiming away, he pressed a kiss on his lips: "I'll do it for you."

He got up and walked into the kitchen, only to find that there were only two eggs and a little dried noodles in the refrigerator. Thinking of the time when he was nestled in the small house because of several cases, he could only eat instant noodles and had no time to tidy up the room. Mr. Cong felt a little lost for no reason.

A bowl of noodles was ready, and when he turned his head to find that the man was still looking at him in the same posture as he left, Cong Jun's hand holding the bowl of noodles suddenly became a little unsteady, and he almost lost the hot noodles that night. Knocked down.

He brought the noodles and put them on the tea table, and Cong Jun put his chopsticks on it: "There is nothing else in the refrigerator, I'll go to the convenience store to buy something to eat."

"Enough." Yan Yiming held Cong Jun, and waited for Cong Jun to slowly sit beside him before Yan Yiming picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Cong Jun silently watched Yan Yiming eat with his head down, and the two of them didn't speak a word during the period.

After a bowl of noodles had bottomed out, Mr. Cong cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and poured a glass of warm water for Yan Yiming.

There was a clear sound between the water glass and the table, and Cong Jun heard the man ask: "Cong Jun, why did you suddenly join the army when you were a sophomore?"

Cong Jun was taken aback, he remembered that Yan Yiming asked this question a long time ago, and then Yan Yiming answered it himself.

"Hiding you." Cong Jun sat next to the man with clear eyes: "To hide from you."

At that time, Cong Jun was a sophomore and Yan Yiming was a freshman.

After a year, Cong Jun never expected to see Yan Yiming again.

When we met again, the heart that had calmed down was disturbed, and the memories of getting along with Yan Yiming many years ago seemed to be out of control and could not be restrained.

Yan Yiming moved his head closer: "So you liked me then?"

The tone close to the declarative sentence made Mr. Cong vaguely respond.

"Ok?"

"like."

A subtle voice came from beside his ears, although it was still not so frank, it just made Yan Yiming bend his mouth uncontrollably, and leaned over to bite Cong Jun's earlobe: "Why are you so hard-mouthed?"

It took Yan Yiming nine years to pry these two words out.

Cong Jun didn't answer, but pushed Yan Yiming, and reached out to remove the bandage on his leg: "Go take a bath."

Watching the man take off the bandages round and round, and the round wounds formed new scabs, he grabbed Cong Jun's back and stood up against the man, walked to the bathroom Yan Yiming stopped: "You chose because you were hiding from me." Is the police officer this way?"

Yes and not all.

After retiring from the army, Mr. Cong can choose other options, but some things are settled after Mr. Cong arrives in S City.

Mr. Cong knows.

Once you put on that uniform, there's no turning back.

Unbuttoning Yan Yiming one by one, let Yan Yiming sit on the edge of the bath to test the water temperature and start washing. After washing, he wiped Yan Yiming and put on his nightgown. The objects between Yan Yiming's legs were already semi-hard.

Bowing his head to fasten Yan Yiming's belt, Cong Jun hesitated for a moment with his eyes downcast, and lowered his voice: "Su Hui is checking on you, and it's inconvenient for me to walk over to you, so be careful."

Yan Yiming wrapped one hand around Cong Jun's waist, and buried his head on Cong Jun's shoulder and neck.

The man's voice after taking a bath was hoarse and with a faint smile: "Understood, daughter-in-law."