On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Mu Chengan held his breath, listening to the man's sobs grow louder, then quieter, and finally die down.

One of the two had burning eyes, the other stood with his head down, without making a sound, Mu Chengan unconsciously licked his lips.

He wanted to step forward several times, but in the end he just let his fingertips grip the air, and then let go. After several times, he finally collapsed.

The soreness in his heart was hard to ignore, and it became more and more turbulent. Recalling the feeling just now, Mu Chengan's arm muscles trembled, and he felt the urge to hug that thin body into his arms again.

But it was just an impulse.

What the hell am I thinking?

Withdrawing his hand from the cold table, Mu Chengan slowly stood up straight, raised his hand, and straightened his crumpled tie.

His fingertips were still touching the tie, and Mu Chengan didn't put it down for a long time. He recalled the scene just now again, imagining the determination in Ye Luo's eyes when he suddenly pulled him, and felt the heat rushing down. asthma.

A man, Mu Chengan repeated in his heart, he is a man.

Staring at the man's slender body, Mu Chengan thought to himself that he was still young, and he was still stumbling around in his life.

But even though he tried hard to convince himself, Mu Chengan still felt something uncontrollable, his lips trembled, and his gaze couldn't help but drifted forward again.

I didn't dare to look too clearly, so I had to drift away and pull away from time to time, but every glance was hot.

Ye Luo stopped trembling, as if he had been given a body-holding technique, his head was still deeply buried, the only difference was probably the blush that overflowed from his neck.

Squinting his eyes and staring at the tip of his ear, Mu Chengan's Adam's apple rolled, and he could even imagine the helpless appearance of that guy biting his lip.

It's annoying just thinking about it...

Damn!

Mu Chengan stopped his imagination, and tried hard to convince himself that it was just a boyish spirit.

He moved his foot forward hesitantly, then retracted it, and when he moved forward again, Mu Chengan stepped very lightly, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing the motionless rabbit.

When the distance between the two was close enough, Mu Chengan lowered his head, put his fragile neck and fair skin into the fundus of his eyes, and felt the warmth that belonged to this person.

Pursing his lips, thinking about Ye Luo's shattered bravery and desperate kiss just now, Mu Chengan's eyes became hot after a burst of palpitations.

Suddenly, I feel that all the chaos and struggles are just insignificant.

What about men?He said he liked it, and liked it so desperately.

Mu Chengan clenched his fist, pinched his fingertips in the palm of his hand, but mustered up his courage when he raised his hand again, and took the heat source that was still unwilling to move into his arms.

Feeling hot in his chest, Mu Chengan smiled when he heard the gasp, lowered his head tenderly, and buried his face in his soft hair.

I love that kiss so much.

Ye Luo finally calmed down, from the panic after the impulsive retreat, into a layer of despair.

He even said it.

Ye Luo hangs his head, not daring to move at all, his arms and body are stiff, his neck is also stiff after hanging his head for a long time, the only thing that moves is the constant confusion in his heart.

And not only that...

Trying to forget the hotness brought about by that kiss, Ye Luo felt anxious: How sick should he feel?I will never have another chance to stay by his side.

The long-cherished wish for many years, after finally having a short-lived happiness, was caught off guard and ushered in the end of the whole drama.

Ye Luo was confused, very confused, and then he was endlessly confused about the future.

Many years ago, Ye Luo was scarred by the chaotic life. At that time, there was no difference between life and death.

Later, that person broke into his life unexpectedly, and it was only a short intersection, but he was regarded as a driftwood by himself floating in the waves, and he desperately wanted to catch it.

He began to have hope, to try hard, and to look forward to the future—and the extravagant hope that he knew could not be realized but was still unwilling to give up.

Now even the luxury is gone.

Only the status quo was severely shattered by his own impatience.

What else can I expect?

Lowering his head vigorously, Ye Luo leaned against the cold tiles, bit his lower lip tightly, and then closed his dark eyes in despair.

——Until the sudden warmth shattered all of this, accompanied by a taste that belonged to that person.

Ye Luo didn't think about anything, and couldn't think of anything.

He could only rely on his intuition, and cautiously moved closer to the embrace, and when the tip of his nose was attached to the fabric of the clothes, he took a deep breath.

Ye Luo rested his forehead on the buttons of his suit, not paying much attention to the marks that would be made.

The breath coming from the top of his head was heavy, but Ye Luo felt that warm currents poured into his limbs and torso, driving out the coldness brought by despair.

He is so nice, Ye Luo closed his eyes, pressed the button on his forehead, feeling a little hurt.

Even though I am so disgusting, he is still gentle.

Time seemed to go back to the first time they met, the young master came gently, sat on the steps beside him, and talked to himself with a smile.

——Since then, in Ye Luo's heart, he has been warm.

Like a glutton in the twilight, Ye Luo desperately enjoyed the last supper, so he had no scruples and tried to get closer to that embrace, closer.

The tender face rubbed against the already messy suit, like a cat, listening carefully to the fluttering heartbeat, and the breathing on the top of the head became more and more rapid.

Until Mu Chengan finally couldn't hold back anymore, his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "Don't rub, be quiet."

These words contained endless doting and warmth, which made it difficult for Ye Luo to tell whether the other party was disgusting or not.

I only heard Mu Chengan's awkward voice afterwards: "You are like this, how can I think clearly, should I accept the confession?"

After Ye Luo was taken aback for a moment, he finally stopped moving.

Because of the hot skin, the sadness just now had been forgotten. Ye Luo was so hot that his head was dizzy. He seemed to understand, but also seemed to understand nothing.

But the heart beat violently one step earlier, Ye Luo pondered for a long time, raised his hand, and put it on the broad back carefully, his hands tightened, tightened even more.

With an awkward posture, Mu Chengan completely closed the remaining gap, ignoring the hot eye sockets, and blinked desperately.

Feel the heartbeats of the two, from chaotic running wildly, gradually changing to a consistent frequency.

Not only the body, everything about the two of them seems to be cuddling tightly, just like those two treasured plush toys.

Ye Luo opened his mouth, his voice choked up: "You are pitying me."

"Ah, maybe." Finally hearing the other party's voice, Mu Chengan heaved a sigh of relief, but felt distressed, so he could only reply in a low voice, "That's why I need more time to figure out why I kissed you."

After finishing speaking, Mu Chengan smiled lightly, put his face back between the soft hair, and kissed lightly.

Ye Luo, who was treated tenderly, was shocked, and tears could not be restrained from sliding down.

He opened his mouth and then closed it tightly. After several times, he mustered up the courage to ask in the huge warmth: "Then...have you thought it through clearly?"

"Probably." Mu Chengan looked up, feeling suddenly happy and satisfied, he smiled and rubbed Ye Luo's hair, and said, "Probably, I like it."

In a hurry, Ye Luo rubbed a few drops of his eyes on his clothes, cleared his throat and said, "Probably?"

"Yeah, probably." Gently letting go of the person in his arms, Mu Chengan smiled and curled up his fingers, scraping away the last tear that was still falling from the other party, with a gentle voice, "If you guess wrong, punish me Really like you."

Ye Luo opened his eyes wide, with a rare silly look, and the redness of the eye sockets gradually deepened, like a helpless poor rabbit holding a broken heart, carefully piecing together the shape of a heart.

His chest heaved violently a few times, and he threw himself at Mu Chengan, who was slightly bent over, closed his eyes, and rubbed a few times on the material of his broad shoulders.

This posture made Mu Chengan's whole body ache, but after he only moved a few times carefully, he was completely still.

The warm palm was lightly pressed against the back of the head of the person in front of him, like coaxing, gently rubbing through the hair.

Ye Luo rubbed the tip of his nose against his shoulder, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Liking is not something that can be forced, how can it be regarded as punishment."

"I didn't force it, I couldn't help it just now..." After finally calming down, Mu Chengan was suddenly a little embarrassed, but in order to appease this cautious little guy, he continued with a cheeky face, "I really can't bear it." Hold on, respond to your kiss."

Mu Chengan gently wrapped his arms around the man's soft body, and said lightly: "It's true, I want to hug you."

Although the change in my own feelings is rapid, it is not without trace.

After the initial panic, Mu Chengan was in the panic of being kissed again, and recalled the scenes-Ye Luo always looked at him vaguely, and he returned home more and more on time. At night, I can't wait to sit at the dining table, and I can't help but write down every little habit about Ye Luo time and time again.

Because of this, for the first time, Mu Chengan had the idea that he must get along with someone for a long time.

Then he was still ignorant of feelings, and he had always believed that this was an attraction about friendship between two people who got along with each other tacitly.

It wasn't until Mu Chengan kissed back involuntarily that the tip of their tongues touched, and the trembling and numbness rushed to the top of the sky, and he gently overturned the belief he had firmly believed in the past.

Is it friendship?

There is a girl in the college club, who always likes to come together ambiguously. Mu Chengan really regarded her as a good friend at the beginning, but he was unaware of the skin-to-skin contact that he didn't avoid. Get out of the way, not to mention the complicated emotions just now, and the heartbeat.

Facing Ye Luo, skin-to-skin contact will produce a weird feeling, when the other party goes out, he will miss him, and when he can’t see anyone, he will feel suspended... But facing this unexpected confession, it’s accidental, but still can’t ignore it gradually A surge of ecstasy.

Probably like it?

Except that the other party is a man, everything is so well-founded and logical.

But this small stone on the bottom of the foot suddenly became not so important as Mu Chengan rubbed it with his lips.

As long as two people are truly attracted to each other, everything else seems insignificant.

Under the influence of hormones, Mu Chengan abandoned the thoughtfulness he was accustomed to in the past, like a child who tasted candy for the first time, fell in love with it easily and extremely quickly, regardless of it.

With his passion, he just wanted to respond immediately, for fear that if he didn't swallow the sweetness, he would be taken away by others.

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Thank you little angels >3