live up to the morning light

Mingchen's whole face flushed red: "You, this is..."

"It's too cold, your quilt is so thin, you'll definitely catch a cold after sleeping all night," Hongguang said in a very sincere and pragmatic manner, so upright that there was no room for imagination. During the busy time at the end of the term, I will take you to buy a new one."

How dare tomorrow morning.

I'm afraid I'll be exposed if I'm not careful - I can usually control it with reason when I'm awake, but once I fall asleep, reason doesn't work and the body's instincts can't be restrained, what should I do!

Suddenly panicked.

He just stood there, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and quickly searched for an excuse to shirk.

Before he could figure out a solution, Hongguang said again: "I have a habit of sleeping...it's okay, if you're afraid of falling, you sleep in it?... Still don't want to? Why? Do you think my feet smell bad?"

——Hongguang has such an ability, and it is difficult for people to accept his words.

Mingchen was helpless as usual, so he could only smile and say, "Masters, who cares about these things!"

Cool tomorrow morning.

After taking a shower and drying my hair, my hands and feet are already cold.Plus there are ghosts in my heart.Get under the covers and dare not get too close to Hong Guang.Instead, Hong Guang came over and probed him: "Why is it so cold?"

After asking, before Ming Chen could answer, she couldn't help but fish him into her arms and put him in her arms. She grabbed his cold hands and pressed them to her chest, and clamped his feet like ice cubes with her legs: "Your physique is too cold, you should exercise more and eat more red meat."

Mingchen froze for a moment.

Immediately, the whole person burned from the cheeks all the way to the neck: "It's because the weather is too cold."

"It's cold," Hong Guang put his arm through the gap under his neck, helped him pull the quilt tightly on his back, and wrapped him in his arms, "It's been a long time since we've been so cold here... I remember When I was young, it was always so cold in winter. At that time, my family was very poor, and the house I lived in had air leakage on all sides, and there were not enough quilts, so my dad just hugged me like this," he said, patting Mingchen on the back, "I won't It's cold, go to sleep."

Within 30 seconds of finishing speaking, he began to snore honestly.

It's not right to stay in Hongguang's arms and struggle, and it's not to not struggle—he thought he would toss and turn and couldn't sleep.But no.Unexpectedly, listening to Hongguang's steady and rhythmic snoring, he soon fell asleep.

A good night's sleep.

All the embarrassing situations expected tomorrow morning were not discovered.

However, at dawn the next day, when Mingchen opened his eyes, he found that what was supposed to come would always come: just... everyone is young, fresh-blooded... it is inevitable to wake up in the morning...

He and Hongguang fell asleep very quietly last night, hugged all night, and now he is pillowing on Hongguang's arm, his face is close to his face, his legs are also twisted around each other, and a certain key part of the lower body is just... pasted together ...

In the morning, I feel like I'm going to burn myself out.

But Hongguang still slept deeply—as usual, he fell into a coma as soon as he touched the pillow, and he would not wake up until the alarm clock rang twice every day. He was still snoring at this time, unconscious.

Mingchen moved slightly, trying in vain to pull herself out of Hongguang's embrace.

Attempted.

Had to change strategy, close your eyes.take a deep breath.Trying to suppress the feeling - he was thinking about math problems in his head, thinking about the hard military training, thinking about the ancient prose he would recite this week, thinking about the bitter cold wind in winter... It didn't help: Hiromitsu's skin was against his, and his body temperature It came over vividly, and the breath was filled with the smell of Hiroko, so that all the things he thought about for calmness were inexplicably pink.

When he thought of a math problem, the picture of Hong Guang helplessly brushing the problem with gnashing of teeth jumped out of his mind.

Thinking of military training, it's a pity that Hongguang entered school too late, and he didn't get to see Hongguang's handsome appearance in military uniform.

Thinking of a cold winter... There is no such thing as a cold winter.The cold wind outside was blowing, and the windows rattled loudly.But he hid in Hongguang's arms, and he didn't feel cold at all.

He was cornered.Had to give up.Holding his breath, he retreated a little, sneakily stuffed a hand between the two bodies, closed his eyes and groped, wanting to touch himself.

But first I met Hongguang's—also... fully showing the "vigor" that a boy of this age should have, bigger, harder and hotter than Mingchen...

It was so hot that I shivered in the morning.He hurriedly drew his hand back.

Hongguang probably felt a little bit, and muttered something vaguely in his sleep—Mingchen was so frightened that the hairs on his back stood on end, and he froze in place, not daring to move until he was sure that Hongguang had fallen asleep again, like a little bird stealing food. Like a mouse, he tiptoed down again, found his own, held it gently, and moved it up and down slowly and slightly.

It's not that hard to let go.

It was an exciting morning after all.In the arms of the one you love.From head to toe, he was wrapped in the scent of the other party——Hongguang’s embrace was firm and warm, like a safe harbor. He closed his eyes in the morning, and secretly buried his head in Hongguang’s neck, breathing the unique fragrance of Hongguang’s body. With a refreshing smell of male hormones, I imagine that it is Hiromitsu's hand that holds me:

Slender joints.

A thin callus on the palm.

Mischievous moves.

... This kind of imagination is too much for Mingchen.He only moved a little bit, but he felt a little unbearable, his face was flushed, his breathing became short of breath, and the speed increased again, he moved a few times in one breath, and couldn't help but groaned softly, his palms were wet.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a vague voice calling him from above his head:

"Morning?"