Zhang Dengjie Cai

Qi Ping didn't speak for a long time, he closed his eyes, his eyelids were trembling slightly, as fragile as a thin piece of paper.

Zhang Anran leaned on the sofa calmly, and he even continued cruelly: "But maybe you hate him, and you passed this hatred on to me."

Qi Ping opened his eyes, and there were cold knives in his eyes, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he put on thick armor for himself, but he didn't refute.

Zhang Anran raised his hand and tapped his temple lightly, as if he was asking, but also as if confirming: "You deliberately let me know the secret of your rebirth, right?"

"You knew for a long time that I would have an accident at school, so you waited at the gate of the orphanage, right?"

"You want me to suffer as much as you do, don't you?"

Qi Ping sat upright on the sofa, his manner has always been very good, and it is difficult to see his true emotions, he seems to be sitting on a familiar negotiating table, but the other side of the negotiating table is his Lover, Zhang Anran.

Hearing Qi Ping's cold voice, Zhang Anran said, "Yes, that's how it is."

Zhang Anran had a premonition, but still felt very sad.

"I'm alone, Zhang Anran," Qi Ping folded his hands and groped carefully, "After you died, for a long time, I couldn't get out of that scene. I have been doing it all the time. With the cycle of dreams, I am more and more afraid of dreaming of you."

"You are always smiling, and soon, you took a sharp knife, sometimes stabbed into my heart, and sometimes opened your own blood vessels."

"I would think, what did I do wrong, Zhang Anran."

"I never forced you, Zhang Anran."

"I just like you, Zhang Anran."

Zhang Anran realized that Qi Ping was not talking to him, but questioning Zhang Anran from his previous life.

But that Zhang Anran is dead, Qi Ping is not unaware of this, he is in pain because he is clear, because he will never get the answer.

Zhang Anran stretched out his hand and touched Qiping's cheek. He lowered his head and asked Qiping: "Do you like me?"

Qi Ping nodded without hesitation.

"I met you in an alley when I was 16," Zhang Anran said softly, as if coaxing a child, "When I saw you, I thought, ah, you look like dough, but you look like I'm not a traveler."

Qi Ping seemed to have calmed down, his face was pressed against Zhang Anran's hand, as if he could draw a little warmth from his body.

"I always feel that you are not a good person, Qi Ping," Zhang Anran pinched Qi Ping's chin and observed him carefully, "You look at my eyes, which makes me unhappy and aggressive. "

"Is there?" Qi Ping asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I have."

Zhang Anran let go of Qiping's hand, but almost instantly, Qiping's hand held his wrist.

Zhang Anran asked him with a smile: "You don't hate me?"

Qi Ping pressed Zhang Anran's hand on his neck and said, "I will die without you."

Zhang Anran frivolously unbuttoned Qiping's top button with his fingers. He found that Qiping's breathing was disordered, so he slowly continued to unbutton him, and continued the topic just now while unbuttoning him.

"You appeared in my world, you wrapped money and power into a sugar-coated cannonball."

Under the shirt is white and tender meat, even with a little fragrance that Zhang Anran likes.

"You are tempting a 16-year-old me. There is an old soul under the young skin, and whether you hate it or love it, it is me from the previous life." The shirt has been torn apart, and Zhang Anran is not surprised to find that , Qi Ping's nipples were already hard, he pinched casually, "You are using me as a substitute, Qi Ping."

"I like you." Qi Ping's voice was trembling, and he had to use all his strength so as not to say outrageous words.

Zhang Anran leaned over, licked Qiping's Adam's apple with his tongue, and said: "After you can't be seduced, you will start to repay your kindness. You are such a bad guy."

There was a big lump under the flush, and the front end was even a little wet. He was holding his hand tightly, not knowing what he was resisting.

"If it's really just to take care of me," Zhang Anran took a bite of the flush shoulder, touched the wet spot with his hand, and rubbed it familiarly, "then he wouldn't think that I fell asleep, at the head of my bed Comfort yourself."

"Zhang Anran," Qi Ping's voice was hoarse, "What do you want to do?"

"Do what I want," Zhang Anran rested his head on Qi Ping's shoulder, and hugged the trembling man, "Qi Ping, I really like you."

Qi Ping opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't bear the words at all, he gasped a few times, and vented into Zhang Anran's hands.

Zhang Anran knew well that Qi Ping was not as gentle and harmless as he acted, but he still liked him without hesitation back then, until his heart melted.

It was a young, pure, passionate love, and after so many years, it has never changed.

Zhang Anran easily picked up Qi Ping, shirts, trousers, socks, and underwear were scattered all over the floor. He threw his young lover on the bed and pressed it on top of him.

Qi Ping stared at Zhang Anran's face, fascinated.

Zhang Anran used the stubble on his chin to pierce Qiping's chest, and said, "You have been raped by me for ten years, Qiping."

Qi Ping's hands slowly climbed onto Zhang Anran's shoulders, his legs were spread wide, wrapped around Zhang Anran's waist like a koala.

"You have been married to me for seven years, Qiping."

Zhang Anran's lips covered Qiping's, half forcing the other party to kiss him, he slowly lowered his waist, and occupied Qiping with the most traditional posture.

Tears welled up from the corners of Qiping's eyes, which were sparkling and beautiful.

Zhang Anran gently and slowly licked away his tears.

"You can't forget him, but you are mine."

"you are mine."

"you are mine."

"you are mine."

……

Zhang Anran said it over and over again in Qiping's ear.

At last the chaotic, disorderly night passed.

The next day was sunny, and Zhang Anran lay on the bed with his arms around Qi Ping. Every time Qi Ping tried to break free from him and get up, Zhang Anran stretched out his long hand to hook him back.

Zhang Anran hugged him in a daze, and called him, "Brother."

Qi Ping couldn't care about anything else, and wished he could die on Zhang Anran's bed.

Zhang Anran was full of sleep, and finally opened his eyes. He stared at Qiping for a while, and asked him: "Do you want to tell me about the past life today?"

Qi Ping shook his head and said, "There's nothing to say."

Zhang Anran let go of Qi Ping and said, "I want boiled noodles for breakfast."

"Then I'll do it for you." Qi Ping got up from the bed and put on his slippers, but was stopped by Zhang Anran.

"I can't control the bloody love between you and him," Zhang Anran said softly, "I'm not him, your compensation is useless."

Qi Ping stood straight with his back to Zhang Anran, and he said, "I know."

"But I like you, I want to be with you, and I won't commit suicide suddenly to leave you one morning. Qi Ping, you have to try to believe me, believe me you like."