Bouquet

"Stay overnight...?"

The other party's words were too formal, and the timing of the utterance was too weird, so that Saribel didn't understand what Zefilan meant at all for a while: "You mean staying overnight?"

"Yes."

"Then..." He glanced at the disc rack, "Old movie marathon night?"

This time, the other party shook his head: "No."

He sat closer to Sharibel, covering his palm with his palm: "The third date is over, it's time to make things official. I don't know...what do you think."

Sharibel was tongue-tied for 2 minutes before he understood what Zefilan meant.

"You mean..." He glanced into the room, "My God...you, so..."

The veteran of Huanchang stuttered in surprise, and the young aides were not too calm.

"I shouldn't be so impatient." The knuckles on Sharibel's hand trembled a little, "But after I made clear what you mean yesterday, I don't want to wait another week."

Zephyran showed rare nervousness, but it helped Saribel gradually understand the situation: "So today is... an urgent third date?"

He looked at the other party and nodded seriously, forced a smile and said, "You know, no one will abide by the rule of three dates anymore."

"Others are others," the young staff member stood firm, "I think etiquette still needs to be followed."

Saribel found it more and more interesting: "That set has long been out of line with the rhythm of life now...and I'm not a ladylike lady."

"I'm very clear." Zephyran smiled a little, "I've always been very clear."

He finally laughed out loud.

Adorably prim and startlingly bold.Zephyran, you man.

"Yesterday...if I didn't bid farewell in time, I might do something very offensive to you." The young staff member watched Sharibel hold his hand back, his eyebrows stretched, "Actually, it was too much the first time." Crossed the line."

Saribel was also blushed by the other party's innocence: "No, that's me—"

He didn't know what to say anymore.God, are two middle school students face to face now.You must know that when he was in school, he understood what love is before he knew what love is.

"Even so, can I ask you to stay?"

Sharibel clenched the opponent's hand: "Yes."

The enthusiasm contained in the covered lips is more than ever.Sharibel, who was lying on the sofa, realized that the young staff had actually shown mercy to his subordinates before he got permission.

"So what." He asked between kisses, "The little things you do when I serve him are really hints at me?"

"Yeah." Zephyran's answer was very succinct.

Sharibel teased him: "Will there be any suspicion of dereliction of duty?"

"Those are not violations of the regulations." Zephylan smiled in his ear, "He always taught me that opportunities must be seized."

I don't know how many times you have seized such an opportunity.I don't know if you know what kind of person the "opportunity" you seized now is.

Such a question that ruined the atmosphere, Sharibel would naturally not speak up without knowing what is good or bad.He has decided to focus on the present, so there is only one thing he needs to do now: copy the experience of the first time, and not think about anything other than the two individuals of himself and Zephyran.

They were lingering on the sofa, each feeling the rise in the other's body temperature.Zephyran obviously still insisted on his respect for Saribel, and didn't think the sofa was a good place to act, so he pulled him into the bedroom.In the simple bedroom decorated in gray and white, the items are placed neatly like a model room, or it is caused by the owner's self-disciplined living habits, or it is specially packed for today.

Forget it, don't think about it.

If you think about it, you will have expectations; if your expectations fail, you will feel hurt.One-night stands come easier simply because no one expects them.

Saribel went to unbutton Zefilan's home clothes, and the other party was doing the same to him.It is not unusual for him to be honest with others, but now it is rare for him to feel shy."Expectation" is still at work, not expecting what the other party will give you, but fearing that you will not meet the other party's expectations.

I told myself not to think about it, but I was still so worried.

Saribel snorted self-deprecatingly, and Zefeilan immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"nothing……"

He put his arms around Zephyran's shoulders and looked down slightly into his eyes.The beautiful emerald green eyes were moist and bright, clearly telling him the pleasure of the other party.

But being treated like this, how could it be possible not to have expectations?

How can a person like me not be smug when being pursued by someone like you?

Zephyran moved closer to him again, his bare chest pressed against him, and the beating of the two hearts gradually became in tune.He handed over the dominance to the other party, completely put away his surly personality, and obediently let the other party move.The young staff member talked about the anxiety in his heart, but the caress in his hands was extremely gentle.

What a nice person.

Saribel thought.He treats himself like a treasure, regardless of the reason, completely ignoring the world's views, just because he wants to treat his object in this way.It's too rare, too cherished, and too precious, but what can I do to meet you, and I will be worthy of your treatment.That's not the way it fits me.

He lay on the pillow, feeling Zephyran's warm hand pressing his lower abdomen, making the distance between the two disappear to zero.There was a soft kiss on the back and shoulder blades, which was the other party's apology for his comfort and next actions.He didn't know what he looked like in Zefilan's eyes now, but when he turned his head, he saw what the other person looked like in his eyes.

Zefeilan's blond hair was slightly wet with his own sweat. He stroked it, and the bangs that were a little student-like in the past were brushed back, and his eyebrows and eyes were clearly revealed. It turned out to be a wild face that was very different from his usual neat and rigorous appearance. .

A mirage-like proud son of heaven, he is just an ordinary man at this moment.

Sharibel was suddenly relieved and happy.

When it comes to sex alone, all social differences disappear.The purpose becomes simple, and thinking can also be given up.Let's talk about the next thing.At this moment, there are no code names, no Zephyran and Saribel, only "I" and "you".

The next day he woke up in Zephyran's arms.

The other party hugged him from behind him, a gesture of protection.After the comfortable exhaustion, they both slept deeply, and Saribel's turning over did not wake each other up.

Zephyran was breathing steadily, with a slight smile on his face.Saribel remembered the other party's gaze and kiss after sex, and the fingers brushing his hair.Those warm feelings make people's body hotter than passion.

I used to think that those were useless things...

He rested his fingers on the other's face, brushed his fingertips over the temples, and felt the throbbing escalate into another emotion.

He feels happy.

It's such a feeling to hug a person until dawn, and to be able to watch his peaceful sleep; the warm body, it turns out, can make people feel full just by being close to each other.Being able to feel this must not be because he hadn't done this before, but because the previous object was not Zephyran.

this person...

This man is young and promising, polite and well-born, and he can have all the people he wants, and his opportunities can be countless.And Saribel only this time.

Happiness comes too dangerously.When sanity returned, all doubts and restlessness returned.

I should be pleasing you, but for you, it is too common for people like me to please you.

He got close to Zefilan, feeling that the other party's arm that was loosely hugging him tightened a little, and felt sad and loving in his heart.In the past, he didn't think that sleeping with someone had any special meaning, but today he was sure that his relationship with Zephyran had already begun.The beginning means that an end will come one day, and when it comes, Saribel, who has only one chance, will be more painful than Zephyran, who has countless chances.

But no one can let go of this opportunity, no one will, because the other party is you, because you are so happy at this moment, so happy that people can't help but want to gamble, dream, and wishful thinking.Even though the ending is a burning fire, the charcoal fire here can be regarded as warm.

He sighed, rubbed his head up, and kissed Zephyran's forehead, who was still asleep.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Saribel sent the reply.

Zephyran has a regular schedule, and sure enough, she has woken up at this time, and wrote back to Saribel: I will finalize the return date as soon as possible.Rest well and have a great weekend.

"Let me take a good rest...you are the one who should rest."

He took out the button of the pajamas that Zephyran left under the bed from his pocket, and put it on his lips.It was a button made of polished shells, with bright pearls and a soft touch.He bought it for Zephyran.Facts have proved that the other party is naturally suitable for such delicate items. The black silk pajamas have a first-class feel, and even undressing him is a kind of enjoyment.

Anyway, the eve was too rough.I am not worthy of him, it is my own problem, venting on the other party, now thinking about it, it is really miserable and ugly.Since I have seen such an ending long ago, why not be a little calmer, it doesn't matter a little.The other party no longer cared about me, what was the difference between what I did and the kneeling and begging that I resisted in my heart before.

Actually it's the same.

I hope you still pay attention to me, and hope that pain can make you aware of my existence.What do you say to keep some self-esteem for yourself, but in fact you are willing to use this self-esteem in exchange for a longer-lasting illusion.Hateful Zephyran, pathetic me.The Sharibel of the past can no longer go back.That start completely changed him.Even though he witnessed betrayal, even if he had the desire to kill, there was still a soft corner of his heart that was thinking about the other person's body and emotions.It would be impossible to do it with anyone else before.

"You dare not ask him, what is it because you are afraid?"

What are you afraid of?Afraid of facing separation?Afraid of not being able to go back?Afraid that Zefeilan would lie to him?

wrong.

Fear is admitting a fact.

Saribel raised his phone again and typed a few words slowly: I am really, really sorry about the night before.

After sending it out, the "silly X" sent by Adelphiel on the receiving interface almost made him cry.

This child is terribly transparent, terribly precocious, and at the same time appears astonishingly stupid.

Why is Zephyran special, why the self-centered Saribel is satisfied when he pleases people other than himself, why he is willing to try things for him that he has never been interested in before, and why he stubbornly locks some ordinary situations. Into the mobile phone, why can Saribel who is not Saribel be maintained for so long.

"From another perspective, you are also very talented in acting."

"Ghost knows how you lasted so long. God, if I could act like you..."

No, it's not, it's not a show.

He remembered the kiss he had pressed on Zephyran's forehead that morning.The other party was in a deep sleep, not knowing what he had done.He is not on the stage, there is no audience in the audience.There is only him and him who is ignorant, but he did this, if it is an act, who will he act it for.

It lasted so long precisely because all of this was not his acting skills, but his sincerity.Bright red, throbbing, unambiguous and frivolous sincerity.He just wants to keep, just wants to cherish, just wants to see you again, hug you, kiss you, and his origin, class, status, gender, code name, and those have nothing to do.Everything I do is not because I just want to enjoy the momentary pleasure, but I hope that every morning after that, I can wake up in your arms, put my lips on your forehead again, and experience that happiness.

"Silly X!"

It is really an accusation with super anticipation.I am indeed a fool, such a simple fact has been covered up by many indifferent factors until now.It wasn't until seeing him with another person, until facing loss, that he was finally able to step on everything that had collapsed, and everything he had advertised, to admit that he was afraid, afraid of that sentence, afraid of the 50.00% The possibility, the fear of a future without him, the fear of acknowledging that fact.

The truth is, he loves him.

This vocabulary that everyone in the modern city is afraid to avoid and can't give up pursuing, this emotion that Sharibel once sneered at but didn't know that he didn't understand, is now cut open by a cruel cognition, and spread bloody in front of him.

Sex is the simplest and most fragile relationship, and love is the most complicated and hardest relationship to find.

Saying that you are proud of the flowers in the game, and saying "urban people's conventions" are all lies, and they are all reflections of inferiority. They all prove that I actually understand how terrible the word "love" is.What should you do if you don’t receive the same return after you have paid; what should you do if you have fallen in love and your sincerity is trampled under your feet; what should you do if you have expectations and the other party has no expectations for you?

Because of love, I am afraid of losing.If he didn't love her, why didn't he dare to ask?

Sharibel looked at the phone, and clicked into the dialogue interface with Zefilan.

"The other party is typing..."

His heart was hanging in the sky by that sentence, waiting for the rope to be cut with a knife, waiting for the fall to cut off his life.

"Let's talk about it when I get back, shall we?"

TBC

The author has something to say: Last week, I was busy with the 4.0 main line and stopped updating for a week.Sorry ha!