Xiaoman

After leaving Xia Liang's room last time, Liu Xiaoman thought that he would not dare to come in for a long time.

After Xia Liang shouted, he went straight into the room, and he dawdled outside for another two seconds before following him in.

Just stepping in from outside the bedroom door, those stagnant breaths and hot caresses all burst out from under the cerebral cortex, so fresh that it seems that they have not experienced the compression of time at all, and can directly condense into bubbles, "beep beep boo" in the air "Bo" rose, and a small piece of goose bumps exploded when it touched the skin.

Last time, the dark room overlapped with the one in front of me under heavy wind and rain. Liu Xiaoman was also nervous when looking at the bed, the sofa, and even the switch of the overhead light on the wall.

The only thing that makes people less nervous is probably that today is not a rainy day, Xia Liang's room has also opened the windows for ventilation, the curtains are wide open, and the whole bedroom is bright and bright.

In such a bright environment, even Xia Liang probably wouldn't be ashamed to do anything.

If he does...

Liu Xiaoman buckled the seam of his trousers with his index finger.

If he does, what can he do?

Before he could figure out why, Xia Liang opened the closet behind him, pulled out a few clothes and threw them on the bed, and pulled him back to his senses with a "thump".

"What are you in a daze for? You look after it." Xia Liang looked at him with a smile on his lips.

The word "aftertaste" is used here, it is too teasing and too bright.

Liu Xiaoman was startled, his face uncontrollably heated up, he was afraid that Xia Liang's words would become more blatant, he didn't dare to answer, he directly turned to the clothes on the bed, and asked Xia Liang: "Which one do you want to change?"

"Help me take this off first." Xia Liang pulled the hem of his jacket, revealing a small section of his belly.

Does this person know how to save face?

Liu Xiaoman looked at him in confusion.

I really don't know what kind of situation would make him feel shy.

Thinking about it this way, he was really curious, and went to help Xia Liang pull the clothes over his head, and said, "Have you ever been embarrassed?"

"What are you sorry for?" Xia Liang lifted his coat over his head and took it out from around his neck, and the clothes were all piled up on his right elbow.

It was wiped off suddenly, Liu Xiaoman took half a step back, feeling that the visual impact was a bit big: "I'm sorry, shy, is there anything that can make you shy?"

"I'm quite shy now," Xia Liang handed Liu Xiaoman his arm, "Can you tell?"

"...I really can't." Liu Xiaoman helped him pull it out.

Xia Liang laughed. He was shirtless. With such a smile, his Adam's apple and his chest and lower abdomen trembled slightly.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, struggling with his clothes with his neck in his mouth, not daring to look straight.

Not only the face, but Xia Liang's figure is also a high-profile one among high school students. Unlike him, he is thin and thin like a firewood stack, nor is he big and round. He has muscles, not exaggerated, with smooth lines and tightness. The curve from the neck to the shoulders is slender and strong, with a youthful tenacity.

He couldn't help but recall the video he saw that night, as well as the human bodies with different poses and skin colors in the small grids.

Subjectivity is really an incredible thing, Xia Liang is so stunned in front of his eyes, he actually thinks he looks better than those people.

If you shrug and move like they do...

As soon as the picture was about to emerge, Liu Xiaoman hurriedly fanned it in his heart.

You are finished Liu Xiaoman.

You are infected by Xia Liang's shamelessness.

He silently recited two words of prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony in his heart, and he took another peek at Xia Liang.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Liu Xiaoman can feel the temperature spreading from Xia Liang's skin from a short distance away.

It sprayed directly on his face, making him dizzy.

"Does it look good?" Xia Liang asked suddenly.

"What?" Liu Xiaoman was taken aback guiltily.

"Body." Xia Liangchou said shamelessly, holding Liu Xiaoman's hand on his left chest, and asked him, "Do you feel it?"

"...What?" Liu Xiaoman curled up his palms slightly, under the palms was Xia Liang's smooth and warm chest, through the flesh and bones, there was a vibrant heartbeat.

"Me." Xia Liang looked at him.

As soon as his breath stopped, Liu Xiaoman felt that his whole body was in a panic.

His brain was buzzing and filled with blood, he pulled his hand back suddenly, he didn't know what to say for a long time, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

He shouldn't be shy by pointing at Xia Liang.

This kind of person will be shy, and he can regrow an arm.

Xia Liang liked to see him like this, laughed for a long time, he simply sat back on the edge of the bed, pulled Liu Xiaoman forward, stuck between his legs: "I'm really sorry, when you kissed me A little bit."

Liu Xiaoman was going to fight against this unreasonable posture, but hearing Xia Liang say this, the hairs on his body stood up, and he almost couldn't control his voice: "When did I kiss you?"

"The shopping mall, that time when I grabbed the doll." Xia Liang clamped his knees loosely on the leg he wanted to retreat, "What are you hiding from, you didn't admit it after the kiss?"

"That's not kissing you!" Liu Xiaoman shrugged and threw the clothes he was still holding onto his arms. Xia Liang teased people round after round. It's just a helpless corpse, lying on the road and being run over and over again by a truck full of shame, "You are so close, I don't know you are next to you, yourself, yourself..."

This was the first time the two of them talked about that unexpected kiss openly, Liu Xiaoman's head was muddled, and he said "by himself" several times, but he didn't hold back anything.

"Well, that's fine," Xia Liang nodded, "Just treat it like I did it myself."

Liu Xiaoman stared at him with feverish eyelids.

After staring, I still have to continue working.

Pulling Xia Liang's clothes again and continuing to help him take them off his arms, Liu Xiaoman couldn't hold back and asked again: "...were you shy back then?"

It was amazing. At that time, Xia Liang's expression looked natural, as if nothing had happened, and he even asked him "what are you doing?"

It turned out that he was not the only one who was surprised.

"So curious?" Xia Hao looked at him with a smile.

"...Not to mention pulling down." Liu Xiaoman muttered in a low voice.

"It can't be said to be shy." Xia Liang folded the protruding part of the splint, and Liu Xiaoman pulled the edge of the cuff and pulled it down, finally pulling the last sleeve off.

"It's a bit unexpected, it's quite..." He continued, while raising his hand to pull Liu Xiaoman's clothes, "Unexpected."

"I don't need..." Liu Xiaoman hurriedly pressed his hand down.

Xia Liang ignored him and continued to open it upwards.

Liu Xiaoman held on to his wrist for a while, and the two of them didn't speak any more.

With his chest and belly exposed, Liu Xiaoman took a deep breath and relieved the strength from his hands little by little.

It's not that I haven't changed clothes here before, it's the first time, and now I'm holding on to it, it seems a bit hypocritical.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't see clearly last time after all, he was still in a state of confusion when he really showed his mutilated upper body in the unobstructed light.

After both of them took off their shirts, Xia Liang didn't speak again.

Liu Xiaoman's eyes ran wildly on the bed and desk, and it took a long time for him to dare to look into Xia Liang's eyes.

Under such bright light, if Xia Liang looked at his arms a little weirdly, he might not be able to bear it.

But Xia Liang didn't pay much attention to his stump, and he didn't pick one from the bed to put on for Liu Xiaoman. His eyes wandered around Liu Xiaoman's upper body. He was so flat that he was a little sunken, and his lower abdomen trembled because of his breathing.

Liu Xiaoman's spine stiffened, and he felt like a hand or something had broken through the ground from the soles of his feet, pierced through the soles of his feet, and burned him with electric current along the drill hole from bottom to top, until it reached his belly, burning him. My knees were so weak that I could hardly stand up.

What is this for?

What is Xia Liang going to do again?

He flinched and was about to hide, but Xia Liang held him tight: "Don't hide."

Liu Xiaoman subconsciously paused, followed by his stomach numb, Xia Liang bit him lightly: "You really want to hide, you wouldn't come in with me just now."

... what words!

Liu Xiaoman was stunned to feel the strength imprisoned behind his waist, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, as if he had been exposed to thoughts that he hadn't even thought of, and a pot of porridge exploded in a mess in his ears, all emotions were cooking in it, but he couldn't find it. to one's own sanity.

He was about to refute, Xia Liang suddenly buried his face in his stomach, and called him again: "Liu Xiaoman."

Liu Xiaoman was not fooled by him this time, and continued to break Xia Liang's hand, but he heard him say something in a rough voice: "My arm hurts."

Just such a sentence, four words, Liu Xiaoman couldn't move at once.

How could it not hurt.

It was a fracture, and the broken arm was injured again, and the bone that was about to recover was cracked together with the flesh, how could it not hurt?

Liu Xiaoman now thinks back on Xia Liang's expression of straining his grandfather at that time, and his heart shrinks in pain.

He tilted his head to look at Xia Liang's profile, wondering if he was about to cry.

Xia Liang didn't want to cry, he didn't repeat this sentence after he finished speaking, his tone was quite calm, he didn't mean to complain, he didn't mean anything else, it was like saying that he was thirsty, just expressing his current state.

After a few glances, Xia Liang didn't intend to let go of him. Liu Xiaoman raised his hand hesitantly, touched Xia Liang's hair, then slid it down, and stroked his shoulders and the back of his neck twice. .

"I know." He said softly.

I know you hurt.

"Do you want candied haws?" After thinking for a while, he asked Xia Liang again.

Xia Liang didn't speak, only laughed after a while.

The vibration of the voice crawled to his heart along his belly, Liu Xiaoman resisted not shrinking back, Xia Liang let go of his waist and sat up straight, raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Would it hurt if you eat something sweet?"

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman withdrew his hand on Xia Liang's shoulder, nodded earnestly, and wanted to get him candied haws, "Junior high school biology teacher said, eating something sweet when you're not feeling well will make you feel better and feel better. I don’t feel that way…”

He was chattering, before he could finish the last word, Xia Liang put his hand on his neck, pinned his head down with the back of his neck, and kissed his lips that he didn't have time to close.

The sparrows outside the window were still chirping, and the little pot was thumping endlessly in the yard, knocking down something again, and there was a loud "splash".

Liu Xiaoman seemed to be awakened by the movement, stiffened his shoulders and tried to escape.

Xia Liang didn't let go, he pressed the tip of his tongue into him, and traced along the palate deeply.

Ok.

Sweet.