Senior help me chase him back

After Cheng Qiao woke up, it was already afternoon, the crimson on his body was replaced by soreness, and he felt like he was falling apart when he moved his body.

Song Xiuyang was so enthusiastic that he passed out several times during the foreplay, not because he was physically weak, but because that guy was too inhuman.

At the beginning, he was very gentle, like a lost and recovered gift, bit by bit, bite by bite, slowly chewing, but later, he was more like a child on a roller coaster being stimulated/excited , Keep rolling and kneading.

Cheng Qiao still clearly remembered every word Song Xiuyang whispered to him, and also remembered what he was forced to say.

"who am I?"

"Song Xiuyang."

"What do you call me?"

"Senior, uh..."

"Wrong! Call again."

"Hmm~"

"Well what is it?"

"husband."

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"Husband! Ugh..."

......

"So...do you like it?"

"Hi... like it, uh..."

……

He is really good at it, until he wonders for a moment whether he has ever been in love.

Song Xiuyang quickly understood what he meant, and told him that it was his instinct to love him.

It's just that he was surprised that the two of them didn't seem to have reached the final step yet.

……

His breath still remained around him, and the faint smell of disinfectant made Cheng Qiao gradually regain his senses. He looked up and looked around, but Song Xiuyang was not there.

Cheng Qiao turned over and brought out the mobile phone that had been placed next to his pillow sometime.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon in Xingguo, hehe... He managed to miss lunch, so he can eat dinner directly.

Song Xiuyang is really inhumane, did he not eat after sitting on the plane for a long time?

Not sure if he should recharge/stamina before doing everything?

If he hadn't been too tired from flying, if he hadn't been too hungry and physically exhausted, it's not sure who would survive to the end!

He wanted to stretch his muscles and get up, but Song Xiuyang pushed the bedroom door open at this moment.

It's one thing to talk in person, it's one thing to do//love, but it's another to do/finish/love/chat face to face.

Before Song Xiuyang could speak, Cheng Qiao blushed from his face down to his neck due to shyness. He quickly picked up the quilt and wrapped him in it. His heart was pounding like a deer, but his ears were listening carefully to the movement outside the quilt.

Song Xiuyang smiled knowingly, shook his head helplessly, took the cup, walked to Cheng Qiao and sat down.

He didn't deliberately pull the quilt on him, but asked softly, "Are you awake?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no more to say, Cheng Qiao poked her head out secretly, not wanting to bump into Song Xiuyang's tender eyes, those bright and piercing eyes were full of him.

It feels so good.

He forgot to be shy, forgot to hold grudges, and just looked at him stupidly, "Wake up."

Song Xiuyang stretched out his hand and gently scratched the bridge of his nose. This small gesture that only a lover would do made Cheng Qiao instantly ignited. Worse, he seemed to have reacted.

It's too shameful, it's just a scratch on the bridge of the nose, how can he...

Cheng Qiao once again tightened the quilt on her body, glanced away in shame, and kept taking deep breaths with Song Xiuyang behind her back.

Song Xiuyang thought he was still shy and awkward.

He put the cup in his hand aside, and hugged him together with the quilt. Seeing Cheng Qiao's whole body tense, he could only use another method to relieve him.

The cold lips fell on the shiny earrings. After tossing and turning for a long time, the person in his arms was already very hot and limp.

When the time came, Song Xiuyang withdrew quickly, only stopped and studded his earrings, he looked playfully at the blushing person whose hands were clinging to his neck at some point.

"Are you shy?"

It was obvious that Cheng Qiao was dissatisfied with his desires. He set him on fire, and he just kissed his earrings, that's all?

Song Xiuyang, you can do it!

"No." Cheng Qiao found a place to cover her face, but unfortunately he was buried on Song Xiuyang's chest.

Song Xiuyang still thought he was being awkward and shy, so he could only approach his left ear, and said softly, "I haven't seen yours before, and you're still shy?"

Oops, it's hot again!

Song Xiuyang, you are provocative and don't know it!

No matter what, if this goes on, he will be burned internally by this guy. Now, let's jump on him first, I don't want face or anything, anyway, there is no face to speak of.

He tightened his grip on Song Xiuyang's neck, moved his face closer, and muttered softly, "It's not shyness, it's... yes... I have a reaction."

Song Xiuyang: "..."

Seeing that the person holding him didn't respond, Cheng Qiao could only do it himself brazenly. He admitted that he had never been a gentleman, and once he was sure it was what he wanted, he would try his best to get it.

Since he likes him, came here for him, and is so obsessed with/his/body/body, then...

Gently put his mouth on his neck, "I want it." He said and kicked off the quilt on his body, trying to throw him down.

"Cheng Qiao." When Song Xiuyang realized what he was going to do, he tightened his grip on the person in front of him and separated them with difficulty.

Cheng Qiao was taken aback by Song Xiuyang's actions. What did he mean?He is refusing?

Song Xiuyang shook his head helplessly, touched his earlobe, picked up the quilt and hugged him tighter, "Not now, you haven't eaten lunch yet, you have to finish eating first, or you will pass out before you finish, you said Woolen cloth?"

Seeing Song Xiuyang's aggrieved look, he remembered that they didn't finish because he didn't know his physical strength.

Depend on!A man was said to be physically weak, this...

"Oh." He leaned peacefully on Song Xiuyang's body, and Song Xiuyang reached out and picked up the cup on the side and brought it to his mouth.

"What's this?" Cheng Qiao looked up at him. She had a broad face with sharp edges and corners, doting eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips that made him dreamy. It was hard to imagine that this person belonged to him.

"Glucose, drink some first." After speaking, he lifted the cup lightly, and the slightly sweet water was poured into Cheng Qiao's mouth.

Song Xiuyang put the cup away, and picked up the well-behaved someone again, "I bathed you before you went to bed, do you eat on the bed, or change your clothes and go to the living room with me to eat?"

Cheng Qiao moved her body, her body was really not sticky, but when she thought of Song Xiuyang helping him take a bath, the smoggy scene, well, I can't be happy.

"You didn't eat?" Cheng Qiao sat up from Song Xiuyang, and glanced around the bed, um...he seemed to have forgotten that his clothes had already been taken off on the sofa.

"Wake up and eat some. I'm going to take you out to eat when you wake up. Here are your clothes." Song Xiuyang brought a set of unworn clothes from the bedside and handed them to Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao was a little surprised, he didn't bring it.

Song Xiuyang raised his hand to scratch the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "Put on your clothes first, there are some desserts outside, I will take you out to eat after eating, you can't spend the first day here, there are still some things Still need to prepare."

Cheng Qiao listened to Song Xiuyang's words, and focused on his last sentence, "Yes, I want to buy some toiletries."

Song Xiuyang smiled slyly, patted his head, left a mouthful on his forehead, told him to get dressed quickly, put him on the bed, turned and left.

It was already 05:30 when Cheng Qiao returned to the living room fully dressed. Looking at the dessert milk tea on the table, she jumped on it.

Song Xiuyang looked at Cheng Qiao gobbling it up, but he was full of pampering in his helplessness.

After the two ate, Song Xiuyang pushed Cheng Qiao's luggage, interlocked with someone and left the hotel. Cheng Qiao was a little curious about Song Xiuyang's check-out. Did he want him to live in the dormitory?

"I rented a room while you were sleeping, and it has been cleaned. You can't let you stay in this homestay all the time these days, it's not safe."

The word "unsafe" was said lightly by Song Xiuyang, but it was always a little ambiguous in Cheng Qiao's ears.

He clenched Song Xiuyang's hand tightly, couldn't help leaning closer to him, and followed obediently without speaking.

The strong wind outside has stopped, and everything has returned to calm.The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the Pianpian young man beside him, bringing some beauty in the haze.

Song Xiuyang looked at him with lowered eyebrows, pretending he didn't notice his small movements, and just continued: "How many days do you want to stay here? How did you tell your aunt and uncle?"

"Let's just say you come here to play for a few days. The specific time has not been determined."

Song Xiuyang thought of Cheng's mother's warm and hospitable face. He didn't expect to be hit by Cheng Qiao's mother. He hugged the people around him and said softly, "When I go back, let's go to your house."

"Huh? Why?"

Song Xiuyang let go of Cheng Qiao's hand, moved it up along his arm and put it on his shoulder naturally, and said solemnly, "Meet my mother-in-law."

Cheng Qiao blushed and arched into his arms.

The apartment that Song Xiuyang temporarily rented is just behind the B&B. It is a three-story bungalow. Both the space and the conditions are much better than the B&B.

What is even more surprising is that there is even a small swimming pool here.

Song Xiuyang cleaned up the housework on the second floor, while Cheng Qiao was bored and stood by the swimming pool looking down at the bottom of the pool being soaked by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Song Xiuyang walked over and wrapped him around his back, resting his chin on his shoulder, watching him in a daze, the low magnetic voice rang in Cheng Qiao's right ear, "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering if you would go home during the spring break." Cheng Qiao didn't move, enjoying the feeling of being cared for in her arms.

He didn't think about anything, just because everything in front of him was too beautiful, and the people behind him were too considerate, he was very content, and he didn't have too much daydream at all.

"Maybe I can't go back, after all, I just started school." Song Xiuyang raised his head, let go of Cheng Qiao's waist, wrapped it around, pulled him into his arms, lightly pecked Cheng Qiao's forehead, and hugged him tightly.

Cheng Qiao clings to his arms, greedily listening to the chaotic heartbeat under that generous chest.

He closed his eyes lightly, and smiled slightly, it's so good, his heart was beating wildly because of him.

"I'll come to see you after the Chinese New Year." After a long time, Cheng Qiao whispered.

Song Xiuyang pursed his lips, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, raised his hands and rubbed Cheng Qiao's hair, and opened the distance between them.

"Let's go, I'll take you out to eat and buy something by the way."

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