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The force was too great when they collided, Ye Qian's lip hurt, and he immediately tasted the smell of blood, not sure if it was his own or Yin Moxiang's.But this will be entangled with lips and tongues, and I can't control that much.

Because of Yin Moxiang's previous sentence of "forget it", he felt panicked, unwilling and wronged.

Why don't you agree, why do you have the final say, why don't you plan to give him a response and keep teasing him again and again, giving him hope?

Does he have a bully face?

Anger is certain, but the fire comes and goes quickly. After being teased for a while by Yin Moxiang's skillful lip service, his fire was completely extinguished, and he relaxed in line with the man's rhythm. The strength of the mouth made this kiss soft.

Just after eating, both of them still had the sour taste of the dishes in their mouths—he was absent-minded when cooking, and he used vinegar as soy sauce, and several dishes were so sour that it was hard to swallow, it was hard for Yin Moxiang to say no. He finished eating with him without a word - but after a while, the smell of vinegar was all licked away, replaced by a faint fragrance of body fluid.

His hand slowly slipped into Yin Moxiang's clothes, and he rubbed it on the smooth back. He carefully searched for the scar, but he couldn't feel it at all.

Yin Moxiang's hand was teasing through the jeans underneath, and it took a while to open the belt buckle and poke in. The slight friction of the metal zipper made Ye Qian's brain boil continuously rising.

"Hmm..." The tangled lips suddenly left, Ye Qian opened his mouth half-open, and met Yin Moxiang's slightly disgusted eyes, "Hands of sweat."

Ye Qian was stunned. He was messing around with Bai Xiaomiao's nest all afternoon, and was busy cooking and washing dishes to get angry with him. Pulled it out of his pants and wiped it on his body, suddenly embarrassed, "I, I'm going to take a shower."

"Ah."

Looking at the man nodding, Ye Qian refused to take out the hand that was attached to his back.

The flushed face in front of him disintegrated his psychological defense little by little. After he hesitated for a while, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Then after I take a shower, should I continue?"

Yin Moxiang licked his lips, and gave him a sly smile, with a frivolous tone, "Go together?"

...Ye Qian's breathing stopped suddenly, and without thinking, one hand slid down to the bend of his leg, bent slightly, and picked him up.

The last time he hugged Yin Moxiang he couldn't move, but this time it was very easy, with almost no effort, probably because Yin Moxiang took the initiative to hug his neck.

The two of them were about the same height, and Yin Moxiang was hugged in a relatively large horizontal area. He had to push the kitchen door open enough for the two of them to go out with his feet, and he stopped suddenly after taking two strides. , looked at the smiling person with an embarrassed expression.

"Come down."

"Hehe." Yin Moxiang blinked his eyes, and without asking why, he pressed down lightly and landed from his hand.

Ye Qian immediately squatted down and pulled up the jeans that fell halfway down, hanging at the knees, and the trouser legs were still stepped on under the heels.

Seeing him frantically buckling his belt but being unable to buckle it correctly several times, Yin Moxiang was on the sidelines to make a move, "Why are you still wearing it, you have to take it off anyway."

Ye Qian didn't speak, but buckled the belt stubbornly, took a step in front of him and bent down to hug him again.

Yin Moxiang didn't hide, and let him hug him obediently. The moment he was hugged, he even leaned close to kiss him with a resounding kiss on his forehead. Like Popeye's baby spinach, it was rushing to inject him with the original force.

After entering the bathroom, Ye Qian saw the water in the bathtub and the foam left on the edge, and knew that it was something that Bai Xiaomiao had played with before. His eyes asked him what to do.

Yin Moxiang raised his eyebrows and asked him back, "Want to be in the bathtub?" Seeing that he didn't respond, he continued: "I just finished eating, so it's not suitable for too difficult movements..."

"No, it's not..." Ye Qian came back to his senses suddenly, shook his head in denial, thinking of certain scenes, his face became hot, and after putting the person down, he reached out to turn on the shower indiscriminately.

The overwhelming cold water poured down, relieving a bit of the dryness, Yin Moxiang passed his hand through his armpit to increase the temperature of the water, and then twisted his head in this position to kiss him.

The familiar rust smell rose to the tip of his tongue, Ye Qian pushed his chest, wiped the water from his face, and asked hastily, "Is your mouth hurt?"

"Well, it was knocked by your teeth." Yin Moxiang squinted his eyes, pushed his upper body back against the wall, away from the spraying range of the water jet.

"Let me see." Ye Qian felt a little guilty.

Yin Moxiang bullied him suddenly, the difference between the tip of his nose was less than two centimeters, and he said in a vicious voice, "Give me another try."

Ye Qian faltered for a moment, moved close to his chin and kissed lightly, and said softly: "Then don't kiss anymore." He was afraid that if he couldn't hold back, he would hurt him even more.

Yin Moxiang frowned, raised his hand to pinch his neck, aimed at his mouth and began to kiss.

After a while, two heavy gasps, mixed with the crisp sound of water hitting the tiles, came out from the crack of the door, one after another.

Bai Xiaomiao got bored of staying in the room, no one could hear her trying to knock on the door, so she straightened herself up and hooked the doorknob on her own.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He probably fell to his knees.

"Huh?" The pleasure suddenly stopped, and Yin Moxiang shrank impatiently.

"Hmm!" Ye Qian cried out comfortably, and put Yin Moxiang's hand down from the top of his head, one put his arms around his waist and got closer, and the other blocked the place where the two connected, holding back his panting. into the lungs.

Only then did Yin Moxiang realize that something was wrong, and turned his head to look, and happened to meet the squatting figure on the sink.

Tsk!He cursed secretly, put down his weak fingers and pointed to the curious little thing at the door, "Qianqian, get out!"

"Meow!" Bai Xiaomiao called out short and forcefully, as if saying no.

Yin Moxiang didn't care if he couldn't call it, he raised his neck and grabbed Ye Qian's waist indiscriminately, and said in a hoarse voice, "Continue."

Ye Qian wanted to, but something was frightened and was softening at a palpable speed. He tried hard to control it but still couldn't bring it back. The previous pleasure receded like a tide.

Why is it not closed?Why is it not closed?Why?There are countless villains in his body shouting at the same time.

Bai Xiaomiao seemed to be fighting with the two of them, staring at them calmly, and yawned with his mouth wide open, then wrapped his tongue around his mouth, looking innocent.

Before waiting for a response, Yin Moxiang adjusted his breathing, pushed him away, walked over to pick up the little thing on his back and went out the door.

After a loud closing sound, he came back, closed the bathroom door, locked it, then glanced at Yeqian's legs calmly, and walked under the shower with a blank expression to start cleaning.

Ye Qian silently slandered Ye Xiaoqian's disappointment, leaned over and hugged him from behind, and rubbed him carefully, "I'm sorry."

When he reached the point of excitement, he actually softened. Although he had no choice but... Anyway, if it was him, he probably couldn't help but want to beat someone up.

"There will be no next time." Yin Moxiang said softly, no emotion could be heard in his tone.

"As soon as I'm scared, I'll... try again, I promise I won't lose the chain..." Ye Qian begged softly, knowing that this person was really angry.

Yin Moxiang rubbed his face, his neck, his arms, his triangle, and just ignored him.Ye Qian turned Bai Xiaomiao over and over again in his heart, but it still couldn't change the fact that Yin Moxiang didn't say a word to him after he came out of the bathroom.

Seeing one person and one cat interacting like nothing happened, he felt unbalanced. He clearly understood that Xiao Miao was also at fault, so why was he the only one who received the cold shoulder.

Differential treatment of thorns.

Why!He sighed, and resigned himself to tidying up the messy living room.

One-third of the project that had been built with great difficulty was also ruined by him, so he had to go back and start again——Bai Xiaomiao, what does it mean to repay grievances with virtue?Forget it, you don't know how to understand it anyway.

That night, it was almost ten o'clock when Ye Qian returned home. He went upstairs with light steps and saw that the light was still on in the old woman's room. After thinking about it, he turned around and knocked on the door lightly twice. Said, "I'm back."

The door opened from the inside, and the short body of the old woman appeared behind the door, "Qianqian is back? Have you eaten yet?"

Her blush-smeared face is especially funny under the pale light, and her white hair is combed into two balls behind her head, like a monkey. Ye Qian was stunned for a moment before answering, "Ah, eat, you What are you doing?"

He glanced around the room, and there were various bottles and jars in front of the old dressing table, and a conspicuous red dress hung on the clothes rail—in his impression, old women would never wear such clothes, let alone Make up.

The old woman let him in and said mysteriously, "I'm going to perform tomorrow."

"What performance?" The old woman's proud expression infected him, and Ye Qian couldn't help showing a smile.

"On the big stage..." It took the old woman more than ten minutes to explain the matter clearly to him. It probably means that a brand clothing company is going to launch a batch of country-style clothes recently, so it called for a team of country dancers. The Square Dance Troupe signed up and was selected. They will go to the company's show tomorrow for their first performance.

Ye Qian was a little surprised, because he had heard of that clothing brand, it was very famous, and its headquarters was in the most prosperous area in the city center - he didn't expect a group of old ladies and old men to dance a square dance and become famous, he thought carefully Li was happy for the old woman, and gave her a thumbs up, "You are very good."

"That's..." The old woman pulled him to the dressing table and picked up a lipstick box and asked, "Help me give me an idea, which of these colors should I wear?"

Ye Qian glanced at it, and pointed to the most conspicuous red, "This one, it's more energetic, and it goes well with the clothes."

The old woman immediately applied some on her lips evenly, then turned her head and smiled at him, "Does it look good?"

"Looks good." Ye Qian nodded, wiped off the crooked streak for her, and said, "What time are you performing tomorrow? I'll go see you."

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