Now, little cane

As soon as Yan He entered the house, all his emotions disappeared, and he even thought it was a bit ridiculous to go to Liu Changgu's bar.

As soon as the anger went away, I suddenly felt a little calm and tired in my heart.

Yan He sat on the sofa, emptied himself, his eyes were not focused.

Qi Ling changed her shoes and entered the door, went into the kitchen to wash her hands, poured a glass of water for the two, went to the living room, put it on the table, and pushed the glass to Yan He.

Yan He raised his head and stared at him, Qi Ling felt that his eyes didn't seem to be looking at him, but they were clearly looking at him, with a bad feeling in his heart, Yan He picked up the cup and took a sip.

Qi Ling glanced at the time and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Yan He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa: "I don't want to cook."

Qi Ling: "Then what do you want to eat, I'll make it, or I'll pack it up and bring it back."

Yan He thought for a while and said, "Let's order some dishes downstairs."

Qi Ling went out again.

As soon as he went out, he picked up his mobile phone and called Yu Quan.

He opened his mouth and said, "Give me a trick."

The old god Yu Quan was there: "What's wrong?"

Qi Ling was not in a good mood: "Chang Liu told Yan He that I was so popular in the past, and there was also the matter of making appointments. I...I want to strangle him to death!"

Yu Quan: "Then why didn't you kneel down and beg for forgiveness?"

Qi Ling: "What?"

Yu Quan: "Kneel down, have you tried?"

Qi Ling was expressionless: "Could it be that Zhou Chiguang made you kneel before?"

Yu Quan: "No, we are all people with romantic debts, so there is no such problem."

Qiling's knee hurts.

Yu Quan: "No, I remember when you two started dating, you didn't have this trouble. Didn't he ask before?"

Qi Ling: "No, I mentioned it vaguely before. But he didn't ask in detail, and he didn't ask about it when we got together later."

Yu Quan: "That means he doesn't care. You don't need to compete on this matter."

Qi Ling sighed: "I... care."

Yu Quan was funny: "It's not him who messed up, you care about shit, what right do you have to care about?"

Qi Ling paused, and said slowly: "He, actually, is a little bit obsessed with cleanliness in this regard."

Yu Quan: "That shows how deeply he loves you."

Qi Ling: ...

Qi Ling: "Can you still speak human words?"

Yu Quan: "I think, why are you making people angry, or how to ask for forgiveness, this is not the point today."

Qi Ling hung up directly.

After buying the vegetables, they packed them up, and Yan He sat opposite to eat silently, Qi Ling had no choice but to say nothing.

After eating, Yan He stood up, tidied up and said, "I'll wash the dishes."

Yan He made a move, Qi Ling had no choice but to hand him the bowl.

Qi Ling sat cross-legged on the sofa, the volume of the TV was turned down very low, her ears listened to the movement of the kitchen, only the intermittent sound of running water.After washing the dishes, Yan He came out of the kitchen, his hands still stained with water, went to the living room and took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, Qi Ling looked at Yan He, Yan He didn't care about his gaze, turned and went into the study.

Qi Ling pursed her lips.

Yan He opened his notebook, and there was an email in his personal mailbox.

Click to open is Wu Yixing, only a few words: I am changing planes.

Yan He typed a line to interrogate: Are you satisfied seeing him suffer?

Unable to press the send button, Yan He pinched his brows and silently deleted the sentence, including the email.

He closed his laptop and sat on the sofa in the study with a glass of water in his hand.

The house Yanhe bought was close to the street, and there were occasional car noises at night, so it was not too quiet.

The sofa is close to the window, Yan He looks out, the street lights are dim.

He is no longer angry.

But I don't know how to speak.

He didn't talk about Yan He's affairs in the United States yesterday, and he... didn't want to mention it, or all the things about the treatment, Yan He just wanted to bury them in his memory and never think about it again.

No more thinking about the pain of insomnia.

No longer think of the lengthy treatment.

I no longer think of, in those processes, facing the reality a little bit, slowly struggling and gradually despairing.

Enough is enough.

Just leave them where they are.

Yan He didn't want to think about her down and out self.

Griphook was a joke, when the two of them were at their best, Qiling bit her mouth, put it on his hand and said that she would give him a ring in the future, and spend the money he earned to send Yanhe.

He didn't throw it away, and when he was leaving, the only thing was taken away by a mysterious accident.

In the bank, it has been deposited for a long time.

Although the two live together, Yanhe is always a little bit, unable to find the balance between the past and the present.

Qiling now and his imagination have overlaps and differences.

When we met for the first time, Yan He tried his best to lower his hat, feeling very nervous, Qi Ling spoke to the people around him, his voice became low and hoarse, Kong Dongsong was very cheerful, and there was no haze on his face, when he walked into the dark, Kong Dongsong suddenly spoke to Qi Ling pecked at Ling's face, Qi Ling frowned and subconsciously pushed Kong Dongsong, but it wasn't too hard, obviously a little uncomfortable, Kong Dongsong didn't care, and continued to laugh.

The two of them were talking and walked past him, but Yan He never took that step.

When opening the door, the key fell on the ground.

Qi Ling looked back subconsciously, Yan He moved quickly and quickly stood behind the pillar.

Wait for both of them to walk away.Yan He felt lost, but also at ease.

He took a look and found that Qi Ling was fine, so he could forget about him with peace of mind.

Yan He raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Everyone asked him if he would come back and continue his relationship.

11 years, how many 11 years can life have?Besides, can things like fate continue if they want to?

It's a naive idea.

He came back to forget.

The door creaked open.

Only one standing lamp was on in the study.

Qi Ling stood outside the door with a long body holding the handle.

Yan He sat under the dim light.

Qi Ling hesitated: "Can I come in?"

Yan He: "Come in."

Qi Ling walked in front of him, Yan He looked at him, both of them were silent.

Qi Ling squatted down, his eyes were almost at the same level as Yan He's, he pulled Yan He's hand, Yan He didn't object, and they shook hands, Qi Ling's hand was slightly callused, but it was still warm.

Qi Ling: "Don't be angry, make up, okay?"

The tone was soft, with a bit of flattering humility.

Yan He stretched out his hand to caress Qi Ling's eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and sighed.

Qi Ling closed her eyes and rubbed the tip of her nose against his palm, itching slightly.

Yan He: "I'm not angry anymore, what happened in the afternoon is a bit too much, you... just bear with me."

Qi Ling stared at Yan He, raised her eyebrows slightly, Yan He said: "I don't care much about your past, but you keep mentioning Wu Yixing's matter, so I just want to choke you."

Qi Ling also held the hand that spoke on his face, and lowered his eyes: "Are you very angry at that time?"

Yan He pursed his lips, and after a while, said, "A little bit."

Qi Ling smiled: "Chang Liu said that you asked him if he slept with me, I almost thought that I would not be able to coax you well today."

"I don't need coaxing."

Qi Ling lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Yes, I know."

Looking up at Yanhe, he coaxed: "Then you can coax me to be happier?"

Yan He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said tiredly, "Then can you leave Wu Yi alone?"

Yan He said again: "I don't care about so many people you used to have. I was only Wu Yixing before. Let's let each other go. Why do you hold her tight?"

Qi Ling lowered her head.

"You really want to know?"

Yan He: "Huh?"

Qi Ling looked directly at Yan He and said, "Because you are serious about her, she is still a woman. Whenever I think about it, I get angry."

Yanhe: ...

Qi Ling: "You originally wanted to go back to be with her, or rather, you were willing to try again, weren't you?"

Yanhe is dumb.

Yan He: "How do you know?"

Qi Ling smiled wryly: "It's nothing difficult, exchanging notices, the time of returning home, the time when you met me, the time when she came, for a couple, her big resentment is not because she also knows your thoughts, my appearance Did it change your mind?"

Yan He couldn't speak for a while, Qi Ling just looked at him like that.

Yan He licked his lips and blamed himself, "I think I'm sorry for her."

Qi Ling: "Emotional matters, you love me, what do you have to do to her?"

Yan He: "The girl spent her good years with me, but I finally told her, no, isn't it cruel?"

Qi Ling smiled: "Isn't she also gambling?"

Yanhe sighed.

"You always know so well."

Qi Ling: "You always want to think more about others."

Yan He: "She has already left."

Qi Ling asked: "No more contact?"

Yan He didn't speak, Qi Ling just looked at him like that, Yan He closed his eyes and retreated: "If she doesn't contact me anymore, I won't contact her."

Qi Ling: "It's not a big deal to contact you, so don't bother with her."

Yanhe: ...

Yan He had a headache: "Is that why you can't get used to it?"

Qi Ling finally said: "She's a woman." After finishing speaking, she raised her eyebrows, as stubborn as ever.

Yan He was a little uncertain: "You are, because of my sexuality?"

Qi Ling stopped talking.

Yan He laughed, and touched the side of Qi Ling's face, Qi Ling was slightly annoyed.

Yan He: "Why do you still dislike the women around me?"

Qi Ling: "I... hate Zhimei very much... I still do it now."

Yan He hesitated and didn't know where to start: "She..."

"Don't mention her."

silent.

Yan He finally took that step back, and replied indulgently: "Okay, no contact."

Qi Ling felt happy again.

Yan He: "Get up, isn't it uncomfortable to squat?"

Qi Ling: "The legs are numb."

Yanhe: ...

Qi Ling sat on the sofa, put her legs on Yan He's lap, and Yan He squeezed for him.

Yan He: "Uncomfortable, can't stand up?"

Qi Ling was bored for a while, and said in a low voice: "The atmosphere is so good, I'm afraid the conversation will collapse when I get up."

When it was over, he said again: "Don't believe what Liu Changgu said. If you want to know anything, just ask me."

Yan He: "I didn't say anything, and I can't talk about believing it or not."

Qi Ling pursed her lips.

Yan He saw that he was silent, and said: "I said that everyone you dated liked you before. If you want people in his bar to line up, it was Kong Dongsong who liked you first. There is nothing wrong, and there is nothing new."

Qi Ling: "You don't... feel uncomfortable?"

Yan He: "It's just a fact. No matter how I feel, it's a thing of the past."

Yan He said again: "Don't think so much, the past, let it pass."

Qi Ling understood the pun.

Qi Ling: "Alright. I'll wait for the day you want to talk about it."

Yan He turned his head and glanced at Qi Ling, Qi Ling's eyes were calm, Yan He smiled slightly.

In the evening, when Yan He came out of the bathroom, his whole body was reddened by steam.

He was wearing a bath towel, Qi Ling was bored in the living room watching people and nature, Yan He climbed on the sofa without saying a word, and sat on Qi Ling's body.

Qi Ling looked up at him, if the towel was pulled, nothing would be left.

Qi Ling frowned, wrapped him in a towel, and said, "The curtains are not drawn."

Yan He leaned down and hugged him, muttering: "Then you go."

Qi Ling reached in and touched his waist, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Yan He: "This afternoon I remembered the first time we did it, um, I want it."

Qi Ling rubbed Yan He's buttocks, and said in a low voice, "Then you wait for me in the bedroom, and I'll come in after taking a shower."

"it is good."

When Qi Ling entered the bedroom, Yan He was lying down and playing mobile games, completely naked, with the towel thrown aside.

Qi Ling's heart burns when she sees it.

Going to bed to hand over Yan He's mobile phone, Yan He yelled: "I'll clear the customs right away...uh..."

She was hooked and kissed thoroughly by Qi Ling.

Hard after the kiss.

Qi Ling touched his lower body, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qi Ling asked while kissing his neck: "What did you think of this afternoon?"

Yan He: "The first time you were willing to make it for me...um..."

Qi Ling: "You want to fuck me now?"

Yan He asked back: "Is it okay?"

Qi Ling: "OK, today?"

Yan He choked: "Are you so straightforward?"

Qi Ling: "I'll just pressure you, aren't you happy?"

Yan He: "..."

"Hmm... take it easy..."

Qi Ling let go of her mouth, and started sticking out her tongue to circle around Yan He's nipples, Yan He was panting harder.

Yan He asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

Qi Ling: "Really, if you are able to fuck me, I feel that you are completely bent..."

Yanhe: ...

Yan He pushed Qi Ling away, and Qi Ling looked down at Yan He, the corners of his mouth were glistening with saliva.

Yan He turned over, stuffed a pillow under his waist, spread his legs, pouted his buttocks, his buttocks were wet with lubricant, and his genitals were hot against his lower abdomen.

Yan He: "I remember the first time you said that my body was flirtatious, well, I like this position, you can move."

"Uh-huh……"

Qi Ling stretched out her hands to rub Yan He's buttocks, Yan He buried his face in the bed sheet panting, Qi Ling slapped his buttocks, Yan He cried out, and twisted his waist slightly.

"Isn't this called coquettish?"

"Ah~uh~"

Qi Ling moved forward slowly while supporting her lower body, and rubbed Yan He's genitals with the other hand, Yan He's brows tightened and then loosened.

They all went in, Qi Ling stroked his back, and said in a rough voice, "It's still so tight, I'm always afraid of breaking you."

Yan He raised his head, kept contracting and adapting, swallowed his saliva and replied, "Only, only for you to fuck, but not sexual indulgence, how can you relax?"

Qi Ling pulled out a little, and sent it in again.

"Ah~ahha~"

"Don't want to fuck me anymore?"

"Mmmm~ This is very good, I like you to serve me~~ Mmmmm~ So comfortable~ woo~"

"Spread your legs wider."

Yan Heyi said, as soon as she parted and knelt down, Qi Ling held her waist and began to fuck her hard.

"Ah, Qi Ling, ah..."

After a while, Qi Ling broke Yan He's face and kissed him, her lower body kept moving, and there was a patting sound.

After the kiss, the corners of Yan He's eyes were all flushed, and he couldn't help but want to bury his face in the sheets.

Qi Ling pulled him up, let Yan He half sit on him, and kept pushing out his hips to fiddle with that wet little mouth.

Yan He was dizzy, he squeezed Qi Ling's arm tightly, and muttered: "I want to shoot."

"Aling~"

Qi Ling froze.

Then he went to that point hard and coaxed: "Call me husband."

"Woo... that's right there... ah... woo... husband, husband..."

"It's very coquettish." Keep pressing against that point.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Yan He shot Qi Ling all over his hand.Qi Ling pulled it out and hit his crotch with her hand, Yan He was satisfied yet tired and motionless.

Qi Ling went to wash her hands, and then wiped Yan He's body, Yan He just wanted to move a little.

He hugged Yan He, and Yan He let him hug me docilely, with his eyes closed, skin to flesh, he liked it.

Qi Ling said: "After meeting again, you are willing to call me A Ling again."

Yan He's voice was full of emotion | hoarse afterwards: "Didn't you say you looked like a girl before, I'm afraid it's hard to get rid of it."

Qiling was silent for a moment, then said: "No change, no need to change."

Yan He touched Qi Ling's side face with his hands, and pressed his forehead against his, feeling the heat of Qi Ling's breath near his lips, and said softly, "Don't be so careful."

Qi Ling: "I love you." She kissed the tip of his nose.

Yan He opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils were transparent.

"Yes, me too."