deep crush

It was already daylight when he woke up, Xia Han opened his eyes, but thought he was dreaming.

In the dream, it was the bright future that Tang Ye had imagined for him.

The smell of food wafted through the room, and his thoughtful lover gave him a good morning kiss.

"Wake up and want to get up? Breakfast is ready, eat now or later"

Xia Han blinked, but the dream she thought did not disappear.

This dream is so real.

He stretched out his hand, hooked his lover's neck, and pressed his lips actively, seeking a kiss that would give him motivation for the whole day.

Tang Ye, Tang Ye...

How to hold him tight so that he never goes away

The good morning kiss became no longer pure, Tang Ye's breathing became heavier, and he knew that he had a reaction again, early in the morning, it was too challenging his will.

If this continues, he will commit another crime, and Xia Han...

He pinched his thigh fiercely, and the pain came, and his reason was pulled back from the boundless lust.

He stretched out his hands and hugged his lover's thin body tightly, and moved his lips to his neck, trying his best to restrain the emotions that were about to come out.

"I can't stand being so enthusiastic early in the morning!"

He used jokes to cover up his desire, and his close body made him clearly feel Xia Han's desire for him.

The craving is fiery, insane, and two-way.In this case, he didn't believe that they couldn't solve that little problem. No matter what injuries Xia Han had suffered before, he was confident that it would be a good medicine to heal him.

Tang Ye's voice came into his head, and Xia Han, who was struggling in the vortex of lust, finally regained a sliver of reason.

Tang Ye's smell, Tang Ye's hug, Tang Ye's voice, all of this is simply not a dream!

His eyes widened suddenly, if it wasn't a dream, damn it, what did he do!

I just said those cruel words yesterday, and I made up my mind to push this person out, but now----

He should get out of bed and see if there is a crack in the floor for him to crawl through.

After adjusting his physical condition, Tang Ye let go of him slowly, smiling like a cat that stole fish, "I have received your enthusiasm. Don't worry, one day, I will return it to you. Now, get up and eat breakfast." "

Breakfast was egg pancakes with milk, which sounded simple but tormented Tang Ye for an entire hour.

The pancake must also pay attention to the heat, the noodles should not be too thin or too thick, failed twice in a row, barely succeeded the third time, and it was still fragrant when served on the table.

In the past, Xia Han could easily turn the pot around, but it was only when he operated it himself that he realized that the technology is obtained through countless times of practice.

Although the appearance is not very good, the taste is still good.Xia Han ate breakfast in silence, wondering when did he come over this night, and whether he slept or not

Last night, Tang Ye who squatted at his door was also his dream

"Today, take a day off, okay?"

Tang Ye spoke suddenly, interrupting Xia Han's thoughts.

"I want to go to several places, and I hope you can accompany me."

"where to go"

Tang Ye smiled, "I'll talk about it later."

After clearing away the dinner plates, Tang Ye went into the bedroom.

Xia Han walked to the entrance and opened the door. The cigarette butts had been swept away, but some black ash stains remained.

In Tang Ye's heart, he must also feel bad.

But he still insisted on making breakfast for him, hiding his tired smile with boundless affection for him.

Xia Han closed the door silently, and Tang Ye came out carrying a box.

"Sorry, I was too impatient. I moved my things here without discussing with you. I didn't think carefully enough. Living together should be a matter for two people. I put away all my things, but this is only temporary. Soon, I will officially move in."

After delivering the domineering declaration, Tang Ye carried the box and left the house, Xia Han stood there in a daze.

Eight years of secret love, he knew that Tang Ye would not give up easily, but he didn't understand what he wanted to do.

Not allowing him to think too much, Tang Ye quickly turned back, "After you take the medicine, let's go!"

Xia Han: "Take medicine"

Tang Ye poured a glass of water, and handed him the medicine scattered on the coffee table in the living room, "If you feel uncomfortable later, tell me, let's go to the hospital."

Xia Han glanced at him and took the water and medicine.

Tang Ye's carefulness and gentleness were all applied to him alone. If one day he had to part with him, it would be so painful.

Tang Ye called Boss Chu at five o'clock in the morning to borrow a car. Boss Chu got up and threw the car key to him with a big hand, "If you really have the ability to win the red ticket business, I This XXX is yours."

Tang Ye was not polite to him, and took the key with confidence, "You said this, I recorded the audio. Don't deny it when you wake up, I will try the car first. However, there is no need to send it back to you gone."

Boss Chu fell back into bed and fell into a deep sleep. After waking up, he had a good time to make himself ready, but before going out, he couldn't find the car keys anyway.

The garage door opened, Boss Chu's face turned pale, where is my car?

When the ants on the hot pot were anxious to call the police, the slow-moving mind recalled some fragments.

Tang Ye...the red ticket...the car...is yours.

Boss Chu gasped, damn it, he really said something that didn't make sense

He only bought that XXX for two months, and he didn't drive it a few times in total. It's worth millions!

Isn't that a dream? Can you withdraw it?

Boss Chu desperately, maliciously, and strongly hoped that his business would fail.

Although it is an important business that started the first shot of resurrecting the dead, but—but——

I can't even afford a wheel, okay?

This cunning, ungrateful, bastard Tang Ye, drive my XXX back!!!

The sports car with good performance was driving smoothly on the spacious and clean streets of S city. Tang Ye, the owner of the reserve car, was in a great mood, and his fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music.

Xia Han, who was preoccupied, turned to look at him, but didn't know what to say.

All the cruel things that should be said have been said, how can he push this person away? Injury is a double-edged sword. When Tang Ye was cut with a knife, blood also flowed from his body.

The car drove into a familiar street, and Xia Han felt uneasy.

"Where are you going"

Tang Ye turned around and smiled, "Your home."

The small park that accompanied him through his childhood and adolescence has expanded in size and put on bright new clothes; the crowded market has long since disappeared, and the toy store on the corner of the street has been demolished and turned into a tall building...

The car stopped in front of an old multi-storey building, and Tang Ye got out of the car.

Xia Han tightened her seatbelt, looking at the home that carried too many memories in front of her.

30 years ago, Xia Han was born and was carried back here by his mother. Xia Juan, who was 11 years older than him, ran towards them from a long distance.

She stretched out her hand and teased the little ugly creature in front of her who couldn't even open her eyes but occasionally smirked.

Tang Ye opened the car door, helped him unbuckle his seat belt, and stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

"Take me through your life, okay?"

When his mother passed away, the little Xia Han didn't know how to be sad. He sat alone in the corner and played with toys. His father held him in his arms and told him that his mother had gone to heaven, a very beautiful place.

Xia Han held Tang Ye's hand tightly and walked into the corridor.

There are various stains on the mottled walls, and graffiti-loving children leave their masterpieces time and time again; the railings are stained with rust, and where a few iron bars are missing are tied with iron wires to prevent them from accidentally falling.

Xia Juan, who was standing on the platform on the second floor, shouted to a group of children taking pictures downstairs, "Qianqian, come back for dinner."

Xia Han's hands trembled a little, and he looked around anxiously.

Tang Ye clenched his hand tightly, conveying infinite power.

"Xia Han, I'm here."

The 207 on the door frame was almost covered with old stains, Xia Han stretched out trembling hands to caress the anti-theft door pasted with countless small advertisements.

Here is his home.

For eight years, he had never stepped into a place.

The owner of the house moved out half a year ago and has been hanging with the agency. Tang Ye got the key and opened a door leading to the past under Xia Han's surprised eyes.

Inside the door, there is a spacious living room. The father who came back from a business trip is lying on the sofa tiredly, and the sound of cooking comes from the small kitchen.

Tang Ye led him in.

His father opened his eyes and saw him, smiled happily, and stretched out his arms to open his arms.

The little Xia Han flew into his father's arms, smelled the familiar smell, rubbed his stubble-covered face, and giggled non-stop in his father's arms.

Xia Juan came out of the house with the food, pinched his little nose, "Okay, little mud monkey, go wash your hands and eat."

Xia Han's eyes were wet, his nose twitched, he lowered his head, and bitter tears rushed out of his eyes.

Tang Ye hugged him into his arms and patted his back gently.

The wound has healed, the scars have not healed, and he has never had the courage to come back here.

He didn't have the courage to face the life that killed his father.

"Xia Han, I'm sorry, I keep saying I love you, but I never once took the initiative to participate in your life. As you said, I know too little about you, but I always think I am self-righteous. Now, I want to take you on the journey again. , and this time, I’m with you.”

"What does your home look like? What kind of person is Uncle Xia? I am curious about all the interesting things about your childhood. Xia Han, I will trouble you to be a tour guide for this time travel."

"Should I behave better? At this moment, Uncle Xia may be watching from the sky! Am I handsome enough today? I won't be deducted impression points by the old man!"

Xia Han couldn't help laughing through tears, Tang Ye's calm temperament for 27 years was all fake, and when he met Xia Han, he showed his prototype.

The heavy burden was temporarily forgotten, and he picked up some confidence to introduce his home to Tang Ye.

The empty, dusty room suddenly had more pieces of furniture, an old TV that had been repaired many times; an old refrigerator that was used for more than ten years and was unwilling to throw away; Cover it; the balcony is stacked with a lot of toys from his childhood...

There is a 1.2-meter single bed in the small bedroom. Xia Han once carved his name on the old desk, and the wall next to the closet is covered with his certificates, three good students, excellent class leaders...

Tang Ye shook his head and sighed, "Oh, it's also a headache to have a lover who is a top student."