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After closing the door, Ye Mu leaned back against the wall, looking very tired.

He wanted to say too much, while torturing himself while uncovering the scars of others, he seemed extremely embarrassed.

Chen Mo stayed in the room and listened to the conversation between the two quietly. At this moment, he didn't ask any more questions, but walked over slowly and gave him a shoulder to lean on.

Ye Mu's face was silent, and after a long time, he pulled his lips dryly and said, "You look down on me, don't you?"

He is so sad and shameful, just blindly following someone he doesn't love around for so many years, losing his dignity, youth, and more important people or things.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, and his thin lips were sharp, "Indeed, I'm so useless."

Ye Mu lowered his thin eyelids and smiled wryly.

Chen Mo caressed his cheek with his slender fingers, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "But I have no right to judge you, it's hard to say about feelings."

Ye Mu looked up at his deep and handsome chin, bit his lips and said, "It's rare that you can say such mature and restrained words."

Chen Mo pulled his thin lips, his voice was deep and calm, and his broad arms brought warmth, "I've always been like this, you just didn't realize it because you were so self-righteous."

Ye Mu looked at him, and the corners of his tight lips curled up unconsciously in the next second, "Can you be more shameless?"

Chen Mo was indifferent, his young and handsome face looked hostile, "Of course."

Ye Mu was a little confused, and just as he was about to say something, he found that the other party's fingers had already penetrated into his clothes.

Chen Mo leaned over and pressed the lower abdomen of the two of them close together, rubbed them provocatively a few times, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "I'll let you try something else tonight."

He was only wearing a black vest, his abdominal muscles were strong and lean, his waist was tight, revealing smooth and attractive lines, and he looked very masculine.

Ye Mu knew that he wanted to distract himself, but he didn't want to force himself, "I'm tired."

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and stroked his soft hair a few times, "It's a fucking disappointment."

Although the words were reproaches, there was a hint of pampering in the tone, which made people feel at ease.

Since when did this person also learn to respect others.

Ye Mu pursed his lips lightly, slid his Adam's apple, raised his neck silently, and kissed lightly on his lips.

Soft to the touch, as comfortable as feathers.

Chen Mo squinted at him, his eyes became darker, his heartbeat accelerated a little unconsciously, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Why, are you not tired again?"

Originally, he was just making trouble, but facing Ye Mu's sudden seduction, he couldn't hold it back.

Ye Mu's expression was calm, and he said emotionally, "No, I'm just comforting you."

Chen Mo's expression was uneasy, and the little desire he had just been extinguished in an instant, leaving him and walking inside.

Ye Mu looked at his back and couldn't help asking, "Why are you going?"

Chen Mo gave up on himself, "Take a cold shower."

As long as he meets this person, his self-control ability is really not very good.

Recently, Shanghai caught up with the cooling down. Ye Mu was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he followed him without thinking, "Don't make trouble, I'll catch a cold soon."

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you." Chen Mo took off all his clothes and turned on the shower indifferently.

Ye Mu was a little helpless, and just about to say something, he was suddenly pushed against the wall.

Chen Mo raised his hand and pinched his chin domineeringly, and blocked his lips without saying a word, "PentaKill."

As he spoke, he pulled Ye Mu's pants with his fingers, and quickly ignited various flames on him.

Ye Mu snorted, his skin turned red, and he felt hotter and hotter. He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Chen Mo, you despicable person."

Chen Mo's thin lips curled slightly, and he said unrulyly: "When you encounter something bad, you call yourself tired, who the hell has time to accommodate you every day?"

He kissed Ye Mu's Adam's apple all the way along his neck, and skillfully licked it.

Ye Mu's eyes were clouded, and he couldn't restrain himself, panting lightly, "I finally know why you were always dumped before?"

Chen Mo moved up to his ear, his brows were handsome and ambiguous, and he said in a low voice, "Why?"

Ye Mu's chest heaved violently, and he vented, "Just because you don't know what caring is, can't you see that I don't want to do it?"

He had his neck up, his broken hair was scattered on his forehead, and his fair skin was full of obvious passion and desire. He was simply talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Chen Mo held the line of his lips, gently traced it with the tip of his tongue, and smiled lowly, "Why do I look so horny when I look at you?"

Ye Mu refused to admit defeat, and bit his tongue in retaliation, but then he was groaned and groaned vaguely by Chen Mo's movements.

Chen Mo looked at him with deep admiration in his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss his soft lips.

The tight legs of the two rubbed against several layers of thin fabrics, evoking a faint pleasure alluringly.

Ye Mu's breathing was slightly stagnant, his eyes gradually became confused, and it didn't take long for him to completely fall into it.

At the moment of embracing each other, the exhaustion in the body suddenly dissipated, replaced by a more wonderful and irresistible affection.

Although it is difficult to define what it is, it can be seen from the continuously fermenting hormones that it is something called love.

In the narrow space, the souls are intertwined, and no one wants to let go of the other easily.

The moment he was lying on the bed sweating profusely, Chen Mo hugged him deeply in his arms, and said in a long way: "Ye Mu, don't think about those messy things in the past, just remember that you have me gone."

Ye Mu buried his face in his warm neck, and mocked him expressionlessly, "Well, after all, you are a top-notch hooligan, and your skills in doing that are shocking."

Chen Mo gritted his teeth bitterly, pinched his chin and said forcefully, "That's not what it means."

Ye Mu drooped his thin eyelids, "What do you mean?"

Chen Mo swallowed his throat, trying to make his words clearer, but felt that he couldn't speak, so he struggled there for a while before he could say, "You understand."

Ye Mu pulled his lower lip, deliberately making things difficult for him, "I don't understand."

Chen Mo clicked his tongue and said a lot more clumsily.

Ye Mu didn't pay much attention to it, but most of the words were embarrassing.

Chen Mo didn't feel it either, and kept talking while hugging him.

Ye Mu waited all night, but Chen Mo never asked him about the bar that night, but asked him who he fell in love with at the beginning.

At the moment when he fell asleep sleepily, he wanted to tell him personally that he was actually a stranger, a passer-by in life.

No matter how tempted I was at the beginning, it can't compare to the throbbing you brought me, which is unforgettable.

I think I like you more than anything I have seen in my life.

……

The lights in the house were turned off quietly, and the breeze blew across the cheeks, exuding a very sweet breath.

The night was thick, and the man stood quietly in the depths of the darkness. His face was as stern as before, but it looked so sad.

The broken wine bottle on the ground exudes a strong aroma of grapes, which was the smell he was most obsessed with before, but now every breath makes his heart throb so painfully that he is about to die.

The man fired the most violent shot at him when he was still alive like an ant.

Drenched in blood and flesh, the bullet pierced through the body abruptly, and the torn wound was so ugly that it made people want to cry.

Time flies, and the scene in the dormitory nine years ago suddenly appeared before his eyes.

That hot afternoon, the young man knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hi, my name is Ye Mu." The voice was clean, as clear as spring water.

Under the sun, the young man smiled very brightly, tall and thin, with a handsome demeanor, which was impressive.

Perhaps, from that time on, the years have buried him deeply in his heart.

It's a pity that at the beginning, he didn't know what love was, let alone pain, and he just blindly squandered it.

It wasn't until the end of the story that he understood what it means to miss.

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