Xiaoman

This is the first year Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang have spent together.

After eating, Xia Liang also took a shower, and the two leaned together to watch TV, and occasionally chatted with Luo Hao, Li Meng and the others in the group on their mobile phones.

Liu Xiaoman was so sleepy that his eyes were squinted. There were singing and dancing on the TV. He was fascinated. Only when it was on the sketch, could he gather his energy and laugh along with it.

"What are you holding on to? 'Unforgettable Tonight'?" Xia Liang looked at him.

Liu Xiaoman was really struggling, he was reluctant to sleep, it was rare to be able to spend so much time with Xia Liang now, he always felt that if he slept like this, the night would be wasted.

"The last time I saw 'Unforgettable Tonight' in its entirety was several years ago." He turned sideways, put his arms on Xia Liang's chest, and buried his shoulders, "Grandpa went to bed early afterward."

Xia Liang didn't want his grandfather to feel uncomfortable when he thought of it, so he stroked Liu Xiaoman's arm, and squeezed the thin flesh of his upper arm twice: "It was several years ago that I watched the Spring Festival Gala for so long last time."

"You don't like to watch it?" Liu Xiaoman rubbed his eyes twice with his shoulder, and asked energetically.

He likes to watch skits, although it is getting less and less funny, but this kind of program itself is quite interesting.

"There is no atmosphere." Xia Liang said, "They were arguing on TV, and my parents were arguing next to them. I just grabbed the melon seeds to see how good they are."

When people are sleepy, the smile seems to be lowered. Thinking of that scene, Liu Xiaoman grinned "hey" for some reason, and then smiled inexplicably for a long time.

I was exhausted enough, this smile emptied all the strength in my stomach, and my head was tilted from Xia Liang's shoulder to the back of the sofa. After laughing, I said, "Why am I laughing?"

"Who knows you." Xia Liang was amused by him.

Laughing back, thinking of Xia Liang's parents, Liu Xiaoman sat down again and looked at Xia Liang's face.

The wound had scabbed over, much better than it had first looked in the morning.But Xia Liang's skin is fair, and he was soaked in hot water after taking a bath just now, and now the scabbed margins are slightly red, Liu Xiaoman still feels pain, and his heart stings in panic.

"It's too heavy." He touched Xia Liang's face.

What can I do if I have to goug my eyes.

The two were very close in this posture, Xia Liang's eyelids drooped, and his gaze was fixed on Liu Xiaoman's lips.

"Kiss." He said in a low voice.

Every time they kiss, Xia Liang takes the initiative, pressing the back of his head and not being able to refuse.Liu Xiaoman hadn't tried to start by himself, and his throat suddenly felt a little tight. He looked into Xia Liang's eyes with a vacant gaze, and felt his breathing was congested, and his heart felt a rush of heat.

The corner of Xia Liang's mouth was still hurt, and he felt distressed just now, but at this moment, he suddenly became unspeakable.

He tilted his head and carefully stuck it on.

Both the nape of the neck and the vest were held down by Xia Liang's hand, and the breath exchanged, and the laughter and laughter on the TV were instantly ejected out of the world.

Kissing is an addiction.

Being so close to the person I like, hugging warmly, chest and arms touching together, the spreading peace of mind and soothing heat wrap the whole body, it is relaxing and comfortable from the top of the sky to the toes.

At first, I just wanted to have a kiss before going to bed, and after a kiss, other thoughts and parts naturally followed.

Xia Liang put his hands into Liu Xiaoman's waist and rubbed him hard twice, making Liu Xiaoman's crotch soft, then squeezed his waist and pushed him away, and exhaled from his nasal cavity against his forehead.

Gotta brake.

Not to mention that he has a large bruise hidden on his body, and Grandpa Ren is still lying in the hospital. It is too inhuman to do these things at this time.

And rather than being tormented by him, what Liu Xiaoman needs now is sleep.

Liu Xiaoman's breathing was also trembling.

He was weak and energetic, sleepy and excited, wanting to continue, and feeling embarrassed.

After all, people push themselves away, and he is not a character who can take the initiative to get back together.

"You," he flipped out of Xia Liang's arms with numbness at the corner of his mouth. While hiding his reaction, he cleared his throat and glanced at Xia Liang's pants. Who knows why the picture he saw came out of his mouth: "Woke up……"

"Well, get up." Xia Liang didn't intend to hide, and gave him a wild look, "Do you want to touch me?"

Liu Xiaoman was stunned by him, and suddenly shrank from his throat to his chest.

I want to touch you for anything!

It's too straightforward!

While the roots of his ears were burning, he remembered the feeling of releasing it in Xia Liang's hands last time, and he felt a little dizzy.

Actually it's not... no.

"I still want to see me fight." Xia Liang put his hands on the waistband of his trousers, and continued to look at him, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't bear his rascal words, turned his legs and stepped out of the sofa, walked towards the bedroom, his face flushed with embarrassment: "Enjoy yourself."

Xia Liang came out of the bathroom, turned off the light in the living room and went back to the bedroom. Liu Xiaoman had already gone into bed with only the bedside light on.

The central air conditioner was fully turned on, and the quilt was not thick. You could see Liu Xiaoman lying on his side with his legs curled up, his arms pressed against the quilt, and when he heard him come in, he squinted his eyes and moved.

"Still asleep?" Xia Liang turned off the light, lifted the quilt and lay down, and fished Liu Xiaoman into his arms from behind.

"Sleepy, but I can't sleep with my eyes closed." Liu Xiaoman said.

He likes the current position, he can feel Xia Liang's entire back, and the heartbeats of the two can slowly form a beat, conveying warmth to each other.

"I still don't want to sleep." Xia Liang reached into his clothes and touched his belly, "I just want to wait for me to hug you."

"Maybe." Liu Xiaoman smiled itchyly, he would have to bounce away from being rubbed on his stomach like this, but now he really has no strength, and he can't escape and doesn't want to hide in Xia Liang's arms.

Comfortable.

Practical.

"Admitted it?" Xia Liang also smiled, "I thought you had to say no."

"Xia Liang." Liu Xiaoman called him.

"Yes." Xia Liang agreed.

"Which one of us is more shameless?" Liu Xiaoman said.

"Me." Xia Liang kissed him from behind.

"Admitted it." Liu Xiaoman imitated him.

The two hugged and started laughing again.

"You here..." Xia Liang walked up with his arms around him.

"What?" Liu Xiaoman narrowed his eyes.

"You lie like this, does it hurt to press this arm?" Xia Liang touched the edge of his stump with his fingers.

"It doesn't hurt." Liu Xiaoman shrank his legs, his stump was ten times more sensitive than his stomach and waist, being hugged and touched like this, even if it was just touched, his toes wanted to hook up, "It's just easy to become unstable."

"Unstable?" Xia Liang repeated.

"That's it," Liu Xiaoman straightened his back, "If I lie on my side, I will easily turn my face down when I lie down..."

Like Zhang Cake, he pressed his belly down on the quilt: "It just turned over."

Xia Liang's hand was still lying on his chest, and it was also pressed tightly. He couldn't stop laughing, and lifted Liu Xiaoman to face him: "Then you should lie down like this."

This posture is closer, and the breath hits each other's necks.

Just being hugged and patted on his belly, Liu Xiaoman could still bear it, but when Xia Liang hooked him around like this, the itch came up.He smiled and hunched up to hide, but when he raised his knee, he didn't know where it hit, Xia Liang shrank back a bit.

His movements were not obvious, but Liu Xiaoman felt something was wrong.

"I'm against you?" He hurriedly wanted to touch Xia Liang's body, and at the same time, he remembered that Xia Liang was hit by someone when he came out of the hospital at noon, and his reaction was not right at that time.

After Xia Liang didn't show any more, he actually forgot about it.

"What do you use?" Xia Liang separated his hands, leaned over and half sat up against the head of the bed, frowning in the dark.

Liu Xiaoman's knee was right in his crotch, touching the same place as the corner of the box at noon.

Liu Xiaoman didn't have the heart to talk to him anymore, so he turned around and turned on the bedside lamp quickly, and pulled Xia Liang's pants when he lifted the quilt.

Xia Liang squeezed his hand: "If you see some reaction, you will deal with it?"

Deal with it.

Liu Xiaoman was particularly tough when it was time to be tough, staring at Xia Liang without withdrawing his hand: "Show me."

Xia Liang looked at him for a while, sighed lightly, and let go of his hand.

Liu Xiaoman took off his clothes, pulled down the waistband of his trousers a little, looked over at the bright yellow light, and was stunned.

Xia Liang's left hipbone to flank was completely red, not that kind of vivid red, but a stuffy purple red, with twists and turns of blood oozing from the purple bruises, it was particularly frightening to look at under the bright yellow light.

"You..." He was a little speechless in shock.

"It's just scary." Xia Liang pulled up his clothes after taking a look, and raised his arm to turn off the light again: "Sleep with you."

Liu Xiaoman didn't let him move, and pushed Xia Liang's clothes back.

His posture was awkward, so he half-knelt up, bent his head down, and took a closer look.

This cannot be described as "green and purple" at all.

Liu Xiaoman felt a breath stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up or down, he was so choked that he could only open his mouth to pant, his heart seemed to be twisted by the flesh, and he couldn't say anything.

"Your posture," Xia Liang touched his hair, and was still in the mood to interrupt him, "Isn't it inappropriate for me to react a little bit?"

Liu Xiaoman still didn't speak, touched it carefully, and asked Xia Liang hoarsely, "Is it here?"

"Wow." He looked at Yuzi, and Xia Liang looked at him.

"The place I just stood on." Liu Xiaoman said.

"A little further down." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman groped down again, and said he was groping, but in fact he didn't dare to exert any strength, he just used his fingertips to stroke and pull around.

Feeling his carelessness, Xia Liang felt a little indescribable.

In fact, it really doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt if you don't touch it, and he doesn't feel anything when it hurts, so he has such a pair of parents. He told Liu Xiaoman that there is no way.

But it's one thing to be indifferent to yourself, but it's a completely different feeling to be cared about by others.

"It really doesn't hurt. It wasn't so bright in the first place. It came out of the hot water in the shower." He lowered his voice to comfort Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman finally raised his head and glanced at him, just this one glance completely broke Xia Liang's heart.

Liu Xiaoman's eyes were red.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye and landed on Xia Liang's hip bone. He lowered his head and leaned in to kiss it away gently.

This kiss falls, and another one falls out.

Tears gathered in a small pile, kissed more and more, and finally the kiss was not clean, and he also fell down as if venting his strength, and buried his face on Xia Liang's intact belly.

He didn't want to cry, tears were the most useless thing, and he had shed enough in the past two days, but he couldn't help it.

Can't help but think how much this hurts.

I couldn't help but think that Xia Liang also had a wound on his face, and there was such a big piece hidden on his body, what did his parents do to him?

He couldn't help thinking that after a year, Xia Liang just came out of the house covered in bruises and bloodstains, pretending like nothing happened, if he didn't find out, he wouldn't say anything until he recovered.

And all this is because of myself.

Thinking of this, the tears fell by themselves.

He feels pain.

My heart aches, and I also feel sorry for Xia Liang.

Xia Liang leaned against the head of the bed, feeling the warmth of Liu Xiaoman's body buried in him, those tears, trembling lips, and wet face, he closed his eyes vigorously, and stretched out his hand to fish Liu Xiaoman up.

"Did I tell you not to watch me cry?" He wiped off the water from Liu Xiaoman's face with two hands, his movements were a bit fierce.

"I didn't look at you." Liu Xiaoman hid to the side.

"You didn't look at me, but what's the difference between you crying like this and throwing salt water at me?" Xia Liang grabbed him and didn't let him move.

"And where are you lying on?" Xia Liang wiped him again, "I want to cry there, unless you are choking."

Liu Xiaoman glared at Xia Liang, and saw clearly the scars on the corners of his eyebrows and mouth, suddenly he was so wronged, the corners of his mouth sank uncontrollably, he put his arms around Xia Liang and buried his eyes in the sockets of his shoulders.

"Why?" He gripped Xia Liang's clothes, unable to hold back his tears, "Why on earth are you doing this to you?"

Xia Liang hugged him in the dim light, feeling his excited heart beating violently, and the heart firmly stuck to him.

Who knows.

He sighed inwardly again.

"Isn't there you?" He slowly stroked Liu Xiaoman's back and kissed his ear.