mist [unlimited]

After dinner at Ji's house, Ji Yushi took Dahei and Xiaohei that Erhei and his sister-in-law had brought over, and drove back to his residence.

The three cat bags are placed on the back seat, and the cats make soft meows one after another from time to time. Taking the cats out every time during the monsoon rains is like dragging a pet store.

Park the car in the underground parking lot, carry a cat bag on your back, and hold one in each of your left and right hands.

Stepping into the elevator during the monsoon rain, I happened to meet the neighbor's wife walking home.

"Xiao Ji!" The other party greeted him warmly when they saw him, "Are you back from a business trip? It's been a long time this time!"

Ji Yushi nodded politely: "Yes."

The neighbor's wife kindly helped him and brought him a cat bag. They went upstairs together and waited for Ji Yushi to open the door before leaving.

During the monsoon rains, the cats were all released from their bags, and the three cats ran to every corner of the house with small steps, stepping on the floor with their meat pads, causing small trills in their throats.

Ji Yushi held back for two seconds, stood up and went back to the door, looking out from the peephole.

The lights were still on in the quiet hallway, no one was standing at his door staring at the house, the hallway was empty.

He took a long breath of relief.

The cats are hungry.

Like many nights when I lived alone in the past, during the monsoon rains, I cleaned up the three cat food bowls, poured cat food and canned cat food, and poured new cat litter.After doing this, he stepped into the bathroom and took a good bath to relax.

Rationality, fear, and trepidation make Ji Yushi a headache.

All kinds of sensory, psychological, and physical sensations that started after returning to Ningcheng also made him feel confused and at a loss as to what to do.He soaked in the bathtub, wrapped in warm water, and after more than ten minutes, his thoughts still failed to improve.

Fortunately, he has been very used to this symptom for more than ten years.

With the sound of splashing water, I stood up from the bathtub during the rainy season, and went to the mirror cabinet to find the medicine I had prepared at home.

Medicine is running out.

Before leaving for Jiangcheng, he filled the medicine box and took it away, and that medicine box...is still with Song Qinglan.

Maybe it was a tacit understanding, just as Ji Yushi took out a pill, a phone call came in.

The display screen on the mirror cabinet displayed a string of numbers—although I only saw it once, Ji Yushi remembered that this string of numbers was Song Qinglan's number.

The two hadn't contacted each other since they bid farewell to Jiangcheng, and it had been a whole day by now.When he first fell in love, Ji Yushi didn't have the self-consciousness that he wanted to be glued to each other, even if Song Qinglan contacted him again in a few days, he probably wouldn't care.

But the moment this number appeared, he still realized that he had started a relationship, and his heart warmed slightly.

Ji Yushi: "Hello?"

Song Qinglan's voice came from the other end of the phone, and there were only two short and sharp words: "Open the door."

The young and pleasant male voice echoed in the bathroom, separated by the telephone line and the distance between Jiangcheng and Ningcheng.

Ji Yushi didn't react: "What?"

Song Qinglan seemed to laugh, and said, "I ordered takeaway for you, it's almost here, open the door and get it now."

Ji Yushi was startled, answered "OK" and quickly hung up the phone to dry himself.

Not wanting to keep others waiting too long, he put on his bathrobe and walked quickly to the door of the house, habitually looking through the cat's eyes to confirm the identity of the visitor.

The view in the cat's eyes was blocked by a pile of boxes and bags, and the visitor was waiting patiently holding the stacked objects.

Ji Yushi immediately opened the door: "Sorry..."

"Excuse me what?"

The familiar voice that appeared on the phone just now cut off his words.

The man holding the box and the bag was tall and had a face with deep features.

Ji Yushi was really stunned this time.

Song Qinglan's black eyes seemed to be a smile but not a smile, she was standing outside the door staring at Ji Yushi: "Excuse me for hanging up on your boyfriend and team leader when you hear the takeaway?"

Ji Yushi couldn't control the surprise on his face: "Why are you here? Didn't you want to be with your family?"

Song Qinglan strode into the room: "It's enough to tell them that they are safe. They are so busy flying around the world, why should I accompany them?"

Ji Yushi closed the door and quickly followed Song Qinglan, helping to put the things he brought on the ground.

"Besides, I'm also restless at home." Song Qinglan picked up the topic just now, with a playful tone, "I always feel that if I don't want to come and watch, someone is about to run away."

Ji Yushi: "...that's not the case."

Ex-cons aren't convincing, he knows.

"Who knows." Song Qinglan was dusty, still wearing the same clothes when they parted in the morning, and she didn't have time to change, "You can run away within 2 minutes, it's been more than ten hours, I have to hurry up Show your presence in front of you, otherwise why would you be willing to come back for me?"

The room is fully air-conditioned.

As soon as Song Qinglan came, she seemed to bring the hustle and bustle outside and the summer heat wave with her.

His undisguised directness and innate sense of oppression made this quiet house, and the world during the monsoon rain, full of human fireworks.

I haven't seen each other for more than ten hours, and I still don't feel anything when we part.

When the two saw each other at this time, they saw each other right in front of their eyes, only to realize that they were missing each other crazily.

During the monsoon rains, he was only wearing a bathrobe, with a towel over his shoulders, and his hair was still wet. It looked like he had just taken a shower.A bathrobe belt was casually tied around his waist, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have been soaked in water, refreshing and refreshing, without any dust.

Everyone seemed defenseless.

Song Qinglan rolled her Adam's apple, and suddenly said, "I'm dirty."

Ji Yushi was puzzled by the thoughtless sentence: "What?"

"I want to hug you." Song Qinglan looked down at him with a very forbearing tone, "But I walked a lot today."

I like to be clean during monsoon rains, and I don’t even feel happy when I’m wrapped in a dirty blanket when I’m about to freeze.Little did he know that when he heard the words "want to hug you", his heartbeat was out of rhythm.

"Whoosh-"

A soft sound caught Song Qinglan's attention.

He turned his head and saw a black shadow lightly jumped onto the cat climbing frame. It was a black cat with black fur all over.Looking again, there were still two small round lanterns lit under the dark cabinet in the entrance, and at some point there was already a cat crawling there silently, secretly observing strangers.

Something brushed past the calf, and Song Qinglan lowered her head, only to find that there was a black cat at the feet of the two of them.

The cat is completely black, without a trace of variegation, and belongs to the type that can be perfectly concealed by hiding in the dark.Its eyes are large and round, dark amber in the night light.At this time, it was sweeping its tail lightly over their calves, tilting its head curiously while trying to attract attention, meowing at the male human who had just entered the door.

The three black cats fit wonderfully with the quiet temperament of monsoon rains.

"I've entered the cat's nest." Knowing that and seeing it with my own eyes are two different things. Seeing the "three boyfriends", Song Qinglan was angry and funny, "Three boyfriends?"

Song Qinglan picked up the black cat at her feet with her big hands, but it didn't move at all, it didn't struggle and even let out a "meow", as if being coquettish.

"Not afraid of people." One person and one cat looked at each other, and Song Qinglan complained, "Which one always weighs you down?"

Dahei is usually the one that is most afraid of people, but after seeing Song Qinglan, it became so close, even during the rainy season, he was a little surprised: "If you don't close the bedroom door at night, there may be three of them."

Dahei seemed to be very comfortable being rubbed by Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan only rubbed it a few times before it purred in comfort. It was really clingy and cute.

The big man's love suddenly overflowed. Song Qinglan opened a cardboard box he brought, found cat snacks and fed them to Dahei: "What number is this boyfriend?"

"No. [-]." Ji Yushi said, "It's called Dahei."

"Why, the other two are Erhei and Xiaohei?" Song Qinglan asked, nodding when she saw Ji Yu, he laughed, "You're too casual."

"The name is just a code name." Ji Yushi replied, "It doesn't really matter what it's called."

Half of the cardboard boxes Song Qinglan brought were toys and snacks for cats.According to him, for the first meeting, these "predecessors" must be prepared with a gift.The other boxes and pockets were bought for the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan classified all the things, and put them away under Ji Yushi's guidance.

The domineering and domineering Team Song is not ambiguous at all when doing housework, and he is quite good at filling the refrigerator during the monsoon rains to the brim and keeping it in order.

"Why do you buy so much?" Ji Yushi asked after him.

"Your refrigerator is the most pitiful refrigerator I've ever seen." Song Qinglan said, "Don't remember the expired egg last time?"

During the monsoon rain: "..."

How could you not remember.

Song Qinglan bought these things in Jiangcheng and brought them here. In fact, she could also buy them in Ningcheng during the rainy season, but he also knew that it was different.

Such a situation usually happens when Jimin Yue or Aunt Su come.

The more Jimin has obsessive-compulsive disorder, this day before leaving from Ji's house, he even said that he would send supplies to Ji Yushi the next day, so that he would stay at home so that he would not starve to death.

While sending Song Qinglan to tidy up, Ji Yushi sent a message to Jimin: [Don't send me food tomorrow. ]

Ji Minyue: [What?You want bigu? ]

I was too lazy to type during the rainy season, so I took a photo of the kitchen directly.

Under the warm-toned sink chandelier, a man who is taller than the refrigerator is holding the door of the refrigerator with one hand, checking whether there are any missing items. The refrigerator is obviously quite large, but it looks like a toy in front of him, and he can't take it out.The light hit the side of his face, outlining a stiff outline, and it turned out to be a picture of a home magazine with perfect composition.

Ji Minyue: [Excuse me. ]

Ji Minyue: [Wait, you guys are going to sleep tonight, right? !you can? ]

After posting the photo during the rainy season, my heart moved and I saved it.

After saving it, I saw Ji Minyue's message, and typed three words expressionlessly: [Sleep. ]

Then, he turned off his phone and didn't look at Ji Minyue's pornographic messages, and said to Song Qinglan who was walking towards him after sorting out, "Do you want to take a shower?"

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Song Qinglan came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, the towel in her hand tightened, and she was suddenly pulled down by someone.

Ji Yushi directly kissed her.

Song Qinglan hardly hesitated, and immediately turned against the guest and pushed the person against the wall.

There is no temptation or shyness, unlike the state of ordinary young couples when they first get together, men are so direct and straightforward when they are together.

This kiss was a bit intense, full of colliding male hormones.

"The tongue, full of taste buds, is an organ for human beings to taste food, speak and communicate, and it is also the most powerful muscle in the whole body." This sentence popped up in his mind during the monsoon rain at an inappropriate time, which made him feel as if he was arguing it. Mobilizing the senses of the whole body, he desperately responded to the other party's invasion.

Song Qinglan became more and more fierce, the arms around Ji Yushi's waist tightened, causing Ji Yushi pain from being strangled.

In the quiet room, all small sounds are infinitely amplified and clearly audible.

He was like a wild beast that broke into the monsoon and left the ground privately. The politeness he had pretended before disappeared, and he only cared about wanton plunder.

His kiss went all the way down, Ji Yushi half closed his eyes and raised his head, his slender neck was dazzlingly white in the shadow of the corridor.

When he was kissed to the earlobe, his fingers couldn't help grasping Song Qinglan's hair, and his mouth overflowed with sound.

Hearing this sound, Song Qinglan froze all over, and then hugged him without saying a word.

Ji Yushi clasped Song Qinglan's shoulders tightly, not daring to look into Song Qinglan's eyes, because he knew that there must be as much desire in them as his own.

The towel Song Qinglan was wiping her hair fell to the ground, and she almost tripped over it, so she simply kicked it far away, and the cat at the end of the corridor was startled.

"Meow!"

The meowing sounds a little lonely in the suddenly quiet room.

Just like they did after they drowned last time, Ji Yushi hung on Song Qinglan and turned into a koala hugging driftwood to survive.

Unfamiliar with the road conditions and unable to see the road, Song Qinglan stumbled.

Only the night light was on in the bedroom, just like Song Qinglan remembered.

The sheets seemed to have just been changed, and Song Qinglan smelled a nice fragrance of detergent as soon as she put her on it.

"Did you just change the sheets?" Song Qinglan asked while lying on top of him.

"Yeah." Ji Yushi's bathrobe was loose at the collar, and his white collarbone could be seen at a glance. He hooked Song Qinglan's neck with his beautiful hands, and his eyes seemed to be talking.

Song Qinglan gave a low laugh, pulled those two long legs over and put them on her waist, covered them again and continued the brief interrupted kiss.

This time the kiss was more special than ever before.

Song Qinglan hadn't put on her shirt yet, but was only wearing a pair of shorts that Ji Yushi found for him. Her broad chest and firm chest and abdominal muscles showed a honey-like luster under the orange night light—no one knew that her appearance, personality, ability, Song Qinglan is completely Ji Yushi's ideal type, and she almost rubs against his natural preferences.

His hands are down.

Touch the elastic and continue along the mermaid line.

Song Qinglan grabbed his hand suddenly, gasped and bit his earlobe, and warned vaguely, "Are you sure?"

"Don't let me touch it?" Ji Yushi's face was flushed, and he was no longer as cold as usual, but he still asked calmly, "Can you do it?"

He just wanted Song Qinglan to know that their gay relationship was not Plato.

Song Qinglan raised her hand above her head, not only was she not provoked, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Consultant Ji, you've turned bad."

"I," Ji Yushi said with his heart beating wildly and his whole body burning hot, "...you forgot, I'm not a good person in the first place."

After hearing this, Song Qinglan felt quite reasonable.

He didn't intend to do anything, but now he has changed his mind. He wants to teach the prickly consultant Ji to be a good man.

Song Qinglan didn't say much, and slammed into it so hard that Ji Yushi almost bounced, and when she realized it, she glared at him.

Then, Ji Yushi's waist suddenly softened.

Song Qinglan did the same thing as him.

He asked calmly, "No touch? Can you do it?"

In an instant, everything faded away.

During the monsoon rain, the eardrums are separated by a layer of warm water, and nothing can be heard clearly.

……

The bathrobe was completely torn off, his legs were bent, blood was spreading to his chest, looking at the snow-white ceiling, his mind went blank.

He felt his hand being pulled away, pressing it was hot, Song Qinglan's voice was low and hoarse: "Help me."