The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

April 2019, 04 Lover's weather is fine

i dreamed of a shadow

beat my heart deeply

heavy grief

dance at its fingertips

It was not yet bright, and the mist was still hanging on the treetops.

Yan He turned over and climbed on Beilu with his whole body, his thigh was still pressing on his lower abdomen.

Hokuriku was awakened by his movement, and reached out to take his arm across his chest.

As soon as he pushed the hand away, he unconsciously moved over again.

On the contrary, the hug was tighter than before.

Looking at the sky outside, Hokuriku estimated that the time was about the same.

He pushed Twitter again, and whispered in his ear, "It's almost dawn."

Yan He's eyelids were so heavy that he didn't move at all, and only made a nasal sound.

He fell asleep again.

Bei Lu was really helpless, something on Yan He's body made him a little suffocated.

He could only stare at the wall line of the ceiling, and gradually adjusted his breathing steadily.

On Yan He's watch on the bedside table, the pointer was ticking continuously.

Time slipped away from Hokuriku without paying attention.

Yan He leaned his head sideways on a corner of the pillow, and buried half of his face in the soft cotton.

Most of his face was leaning against Hokuriku's eyes.

Maybe it was because he was lying on his stomach and pressed his chest. His breathing sound was thicker than usual, and he had to use a little more force to complete the breathing movement.

The hot air that was exhaled gathered in Hokuriku's neck.

Hokuriku turned his head slightly and looked carefully at the face in front of him.

The light in the room is not so obvious, but Hokuriku can still vaguely see Yanhe's eyelashes fluttering, and the tall bridge of the nose is squeezed a little crookedly, but the hairline in front of the forehead extends all the way to the mandible, which roughly outlines the he's handsome.

With the pulp of his index finger, Hokuriku gently stroked the newly sprouted beard on his chin, and the hard feel kept sticking to his fingertips.

It made his heart itch.

Yan He was sleeping soundly, half awake after being touched by Bei Lu.

He didn't open his eyes either, and put his index finger in his mouth while Hokuriku wasn't paying attention.

Curl it lightly with your tongue.

Beilu hurriedly snatched his hand back, and turned his back to him.

Being provoked by him like this, he didn't even feel sleepy, only his heart was beating wildly.

He could feel his heart beating through the quilt.

Yan He hugged him from behind, rubbing his chin against the back of his neck and shoulders.

The tiny, numb feeling penetrated into his spine all at once.

It made him almost tremble, and he hit Yan He's chest with his elbow.

Yan He took the opportunity to put his hand into his clothes, and touched the place where he was operated on a few days ago.

Gently stroking the abrupt surface, he leaned into Beilu's ear and said, "Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Bei Lu ignored him, and Yan He's slightly rough palm brushed across his chest from time to time.

Wipe the little bump from time to time.

Hokuriku hummed, but it wasn't just a single syllable like before.

The ending sound was prolonged, mixed with a hint of passion and patience.

This sound overwhelmed Hokuriku's heartbeat and even the breathing of the two of them in the quiet room.

Bei Lu's ears turned red when he heard this, and he almost buried himself under the covers.

He was a little annoyed at himself, so he didn't care about what Yan He said.

He had to bite the corner of his mouth tightly to keep himself from making a sound.

Hearing Bei Lu's voice, Yan He's heart became even hotter, and his men's actions became bolder.

It kept drifting in front of his chest, igniting fire wherever it went.

He stroked Hokuriku's cheek with his chin, and breathed out on purpose, in the pinna of his ear.

Usually the voice is always flamboyant and high-pitched, but now it is deliberately lowered, full of passion.

"At that time, I wanted to cut open your heart to see if there was me!"

Behind Beilu was the hot Yanhe, and his chest was being rubbed deliberately by him.

His whole body was a little light, as if he was half floating in the air.

If he hadn't been suppressed by Yan He, he would have felt that his soul was going to float away.

He held Yan He's hand that was still wandering, and pressed it on his chest.

It took a long time before I dared to say, "Now you don't need to cut your heart, you already know."

Bei Lu's somewhat heavy heart was beating happily in Yan He's palm at this moment.

Yan He got up a little bit, straightened Bei Lu, and pressed him down with his whole body.

He lifted up Hokuriku's shirt, exposing his chest, leaned over slightly, and kissed his scar.

The excitement made Hokuriku's hand holding his waist tremble a little.

Yan He stared at his somewhat blurred eyes and said, "Does it hurt?"

Before Bei Lu recovered his senses, his chin lifted slightly, and he was about to say, "No..."

At that second, before the word "pain" rolled out of his throat, it was swallowed up by Yan He's kiss.

Yan He no longer wants to hear him talking about his affairs in a calm manner.

He just wanted a place for his heavy heart to rest, so that he could dance happily from now on.

I don't know if my chest is big enough to hold it.

Heavy grief.

By the time Yanhe finished taking a cold shower, it was already dawn.

He swaggered back from the door of Beilu's house.

Didn't climb over the wall either.

Just drooping the slippers, half-closed his eyes, the blush on his face still hasn't faded, and his hair is still wet.

The early risers in the yard all looked at him.

Why did he come back from the next door so early in the morning, and came back right after he came back, why did he look like he got up from some quilt.

desire dissatisfaction.

Ms. Zhao looked at him suspiciously, and then at the next door.

She was taken aback by her own thoughts.

Yan He's father still had the same serious expression on his face. Seeing him coming back from the outside early in the morning, his tone was also very stern, "You are such a big man, can you be more prudent?"

With his hands in his pockets, Yan He just looked at his father with a smirk, and said, "Isn't it also from you and my mother that you are not stable?"

Ms. Zhao was teased by her son early in the morning, and her face was also full of regret. She patted his arm lightly, "You son of a bitch, no big or small."

Seeing his wet hair, Grandma Yanhe felt very distressed, "My good grandson, quickly dry your hair, and we will have dinner later. I made your favorite scallion pancakes, and I will send some to Beilu later. .”

Grandma Yanhe knew that he climbed over the wall and went to the next door last night while everyone was asleep.

Anyway, the two of them have a good relationship, so it doesn't matter.

Tomb-sweeping Day yesterday, the child felt uncomfortable thinking about it, and some people said that it was fine to talk.

Yan He's father put his hands behind his back and looked at Ms. Zhao, "You guys are used to the children."

"I'm not used to my son." Ms. Zhao also gave his father a blank look, and turned to Yan He, "Go up and blow dry your hair, why did you take a shower this morning?"

Ms. Zhao muttered.

Yan He peeked at the window of Beilu's house, and went upstairs with a guilty conscience.

Yan Nian was standing in the bathroom washing up, and Yan He went in to find a hair dryer.

"I said, brother! Why do you run to brother Beilu's house every day?" Yan Nian asked him with a frown while brushing his teeth.

I was woken up by their voices downstairs early in the morning, and I was still angry after getting up.

"Why do you care so much?" Yan He replied angrily.

Yan He lowered his head and rummaged through the drawer, "Is it still here two days ago?"

The pajamas he was wearing today still had a big neckline, and when he bent over, most of his shoulders were exposed.

There was a small tooth mark on the right shoulder socket.

He didn't know it.

Still drooping his clothes, dangling in front of Yan Nian's eyes.

Yan Nian was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, when he lowered his head to take the mouthwash cup.

I accidentally saw it.

Her eyes widened, and the air bangs on her forehead covered her eyes a little. She tossed her hair and looked closely at Yanhe.

It really is a row of neat and beautiful teeth marks.

"Brother! You, you..." She was very surprised. His brother had just returned from the next door.

Could it be... She almost screamed at her discovery.

She pinched her right hand with her left hand, trying to calm herself down.

"You, you, what are you? Have you never seen your brother so handsome? Why are you so surprised?" Yan He looked disgusted at his own sister.

Yan Nian pointed to the hollow of his shoulder.

Yan He didn't understand, so he looked in the mirror, cursed, and immediately pulled his clothes over to cover it.

Then when did Hokuriku leave this mark on him.

He didn't find out.

"This...it's nothing! By the way! Where's the hair dryer at home?" Yan He looked for a topic in embarrassment.

Yan Nian was afraid that he would rush out, so he blocked the door with his body.

The toothpaste has not been rinsed out yet.

"Brother! I'm an adult!" Yan Nian was extremely shocked, his brother wouldn't really give Brother Beilu something, right?

She didn't even dare to think about it carefully.

Could it be that he harbored a grudge against Hokuriku who left without saying goodbye a few years ago, and was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate?

What's more, he had sex after drinking, and he forced it?

Yan Nian himself arranged a whole set of scumbag dramas for Yan He.

After all, he was with her, and his integrity rate was zero!

"What year are you? Little girl with a big fart, what do you think about every day?" Yan He knew that he couldn't fool this little girl, and seeing her eyes that seemed to hate him very much, he wanted to open the door directly.

However, she firmly pressed against the door, blocking his way.

Yan Nian stretched his arms against the door, his big eyes fixed on Yan He's face, but his brother's face, which was thicker than the city wall, was not shy at all.

"I miss you and Brother Beilu, which one is 1!" Yan Nian really dared to say anything.

Yan He was so frightened by this exit that he desperately covered her mouth.

"Woooo—" Yan Nian grabbed Yan He's hand desperately, and she was almost out of breath.

"My aunt, I'm really convinced." Yan He gave her a look, and told her to shut up, he let her go.

Yan Nian blinked his big eyes and nodded.

Only then did Yan He let go, and if he didn't let go, Yan Nian felt that she was going to be silenced by his own brother.

"Is it true?" Yan Nian was still in disbelief, after all, Bei Lu was a god-level existence in her heart.

How could a scum like Yanhe get involved.

Yan He didn't speak, but looked at Yan Nian and nodded.

Yan Nian was really struck by lightning, she glanced at Yan He sadly, "Brother! You are really not human!"

After she finished speaking, she opened the door and went out, and then she screamed and closed the door of her own room.

Yan He was still thinking, why is he not a human anymore!Why is it so unpleasant to be scolded by her like this?

No, what she said meant that he was not good enough for Hokuriku?

Yan He was pissed off by Yan Nian's words!Also locked myself in the room.

Only Ms. Zhao who heard the call was left standing at the stairs.

Why are these two brothers and sisters having conflicts again! ?

Hey!