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Yan Mingxin was full of apprehension, as if he was on a novelty train, heading for a distant place, and he didn't know how long it would take to get there.

He shyly asked his only companion on the train: "Don't you want to say something?"

"..." Jun Yang said slowly, "I'll let you finish all the words..."

"You don't have anything to add?" Yan Ming confidently thought that he must have perfected every detail, maybe this is his extraordinary talent, so he asked expectantly, "Do we count...that kind?"

"...'That'?" Jun Yang pinched the bridge of his nose and licked his lips, not knowing how to answer.

His liking, born of the instinct of food and sex, is almost vulgar in its primitiveness, and it is still a deviant school in such a vulgar category.Every time I see Yan Mingxin, every intimate contact, it gives his instinct fertile soil, flourishes its growth, and makes his desire to break the law and discipline increase every second... Even the devil will feel ashamed to lose after seeing it.

And Yan Mingxin...his confession is noble, positive, and full of spiritual power and light.Those statements can be used as a confession, and it doesn’t matter if they are written in study notes or flight diaries. They are in line with the values ​​pursued by all human beings.

He himself who said these words easily tolerated and forgave the rudeness that happened to him without delving into the motivation and danger. He was as pure as a blank sheet of paper that had not been opened. Seduction also knows nothing.

Their minds are completely separated, and they are completely different. The most painful thing for Jun Yang is that when he is wearing the clothes of a modern human being, he is looking for a chance for the oldest impulse in his body to see the light of day. And understood Yan Mingxin's flawless.

Who bears to be defiled?

Desire urged him to make drastic moves, and he was romantic and almost died overnight without regret, but his conscience called him a heinous crime, which made him unable to do what he wanted.

"I sound like a like-minded friend of yours." Jun Yang said gloomily, "In the past, you just heard about it, but after seeing someone, you should hurry up and say 'Long admiration, thanks for your care'."

"No, no, no," Yan Mingxin shook his head repeatedly, "How is that possible?"

Jun Yang asked: "The cross-military joint exercise is usually once a year, at most twice, and the joint team in the area usually trains more. Have other fighters ever covered you?"

Yan Mingxin asked back: "Why don't you cover up others? Take a walk?"

Jun Yang asked again: "Didn't your wing's early warning aircraft report your location?"

Yan Mingxin was at a loss for words: "...Report."

"Yes." Jun Yang sighed, "Others seem to have what you said. If I introduce the instructors who taught me how to fly to you, will you like them more?"

Yan Mingxin lost his smile in an instant, pushed him, and said seriously: "Fuck you, how is that possible?"

How could he not distinguish between public and private, and come up with similar ideas just because of cooperation?To be exact, at the beginning, he really had the desire to get acquainted with Jun Yang because of the pleasant cooperation, but between them, couldn't it be that someone has been crossing the line of friendship back and forth, stepping on that line blurred Unclear until it vanishes into nothingness?

He couldn't tell which day and which day he tasted the unusualness in the air. The sun should also rise in the east and set in the west on that day, but the difference was that he had curiosity and reverie about Jun Yang's eyes and words. , from then on some things came with a bang, and others never came back.

These feelings come subtly, and they are illusory when they take shape. He can't use them as an example, and those worries that are based on evidence are all in his heart, and he doesn't know how to express them.

"I don't know what kind of 'that' you are talking about. You give me the feeling that you treat me like a brother, so if I touch you twice, you won't be angry with me." Jun Yang paused, He smiled lightly, "Your favorite... seems to be applicable to many people."

Yan Mingxin waved his hand decisively: "No, no, what nonsense are you talking about?"

He stretched his arms, lay down on the inner side of the bed, and patted the bed board like Jun Yang greeted him to sleep.

"Even if my brother and I slept on the same bed, we wouldn't sleep like this." He took Jun Yang's hand and put it on his body, and stroked twice on the abdominal muscles, psoas muscles and neck area where the cases are most common, "It won't be like this, like this ,so."

He lowered his head and watched his resumption of the road, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was outrageous. Xindao Junyang refused to admit that they had a special relationship, and he was going to call the police.

He grieved and said: "Look at what you have done? Do you know what kind of behavior you are doing? This is still called a brother?"

The wind from the window dried the sweat on Yan Mingxin's body, and his skin was thin and slippery.

How could a fool undress himself and lie on his bed?Jun Yang thought.

His hand broke away from Yan Mingxin's guidance, and he walked freely, without the hindrance of his clothes, the road was unimpeded, and the whole world let him go as he pleases.

Jun Yang's fingers brushed against Yan Mingxin's chest, causing Yan Ming to tremble in confidence: "Stop just touching it, whether you're a flirt or a hooligan, that's a matter of words."

"I don't feel safe." Jun Yang stuck to him and smiled, "Your liking sounds too easy to transfer."

Yan Mingxin listened attentively: "Then what is your 'like'? I would like to hear more about it."

Jun Yang asked in a low voice: "Do you want to know?"

Yan Mingxin: "Yes. Why don't I ask you?"

Jun Yang changed his tone, suppressed his voice, and spoke more angrily than his voice: "Really?"

Yan Mingxin couldn't bear this the most, his ears went soft, and he forgot all about it: "I think so, tell me."

"It's not 'saying'." Jun Yang said slowly, "My liking is 'doing'. I want to hug you as soon as I see you..."

It may be that he has slept in his arms, Yan Mingxin listened to such a straightforward description at this moment, but he didn't feel it was too harsh.

"I want to kiss you..."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

So fast? !

He is usually exposed to high-tech products, but what is buried in his bones is the traditional conservative thinking of this land, which is out of date and out of date.In his perception, from communication to intimacy, the two of them had to go step by step, at least step by step.

But in the blink of an eye, he thought again that their relationship didn't seem to be suitable for reporting to their parents and reporting to the organization.

He was in the mood to face the difficulties—OK!

come on!

He couldn't help but grabbed the quilt with such strength that he could crush it to death on the spot.

But Junyang only tapped his face lightly, and it was instantly broken.

Time slipped away in a panic, Yan Mingxin was too nervous, not sure whether it was the air current or the touch that brushed against his cheek.

Did Jun Yang meet him just now?

Did he never touch it at all, or did he avoid it reflexively?Or, Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit, he ate it, but he didn't taste the whole thing?

Sometimes, without knowing why, human beings have a premonition that something big is going to happen, especially——

"I still want to..." Jun Yang put his hand on the buckle of his belt, poked his fingers inward, and pressed the position of the inner buckle.

As long as he exerts a little force with his fingertips, everything along the way will be in vain.

"I want to see you." Jun Yang didn't move any more, looked into his eyes very seriously, "Can you?"

Yan Mingxin: "..."

If he agreed, he felt like he was sending himself to the chopping block; if he didn't agree, he could think of what Jun Yang was going to say with his feet.

He asked inexplicably and with difficulty: "Haven't you seen it all?"

Like a child whose prank has been exposed, Jun Yang grinned: "I'm just kidding. There are nurses in the medical center. You can take a shower or change your underwear."

"Oh." Yan Mingxin's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't tell who was the better one.

For a while, he felt that it would be better for Jun Yang to do the conversion for him—it must be out of consideration for saving money for the country.

Until Jun Yang said in a low voice again: "I could have spared the nurse, but I don't trust my character very much."

As he spoke, he hooked his finger.

The metal buckle pulls the small mechanism to release the world of mortals and the seven emotions and six desires together.

The cool wind blows the curtains.

The bright sky in early summer has become densely covered with dark clouds at some point, and there is a faint thunder in the clouds.After a few seconds, the rain knocked on the window lattice, noisy and eager, and the rain became more and more urgent.

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