A letter from a strange man

Jing Ling adjusted the temperature of the water a bit low, he stood in the water and let the cold water soak his whole body.

He couldn't control his body temperature, couldn't control his heartbeat, and in this space full of chapters, his soul was trembling slightly.

He looked at himself in the mirror through the water mist, and his usual plain facial features became much more pleasing to the eye, and unexpectedly gave birth to a trace of indescribable beauty.

And these can be said to be related to the style, all given to him by Zhang Hui.

Jing Ling felt his legs go limp. He didn't know whether it was the excessive drinking or the surging tide of love. His desire that had been silent for nearly ten years was suddenly awakened, which made him a little unprepared.

Jing Ling suddenly remembered the clothes he hadn't changed, ah, my God, what should I do now.

In the sound of water, he heard the knock on the bathroom door, and then came Zhang Hui's voice: "Xiao Jing? I'll give you a change of clothes and toiletries."

Jing Ling nervously didn't know where to put her hands and feet. When she stepped out of the shower, she slipped and nearly fell. He held on to the edge of the washstand, but his hand still slipped. .

Zhang Hui outside the door heard the sound of bodies colliding inside, and he asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you fall down?"

"I'm fine." Jing Ling's weak voice revealed a little weakness, Zhang Hui twisted the door but found it was locked, he knocked on the door impatiently without even realizing it: "Open the door for me, Jing Ling."

Half a minute later, the door finally opened, and Jing Ling stood inside the door a little embarrassed. His hair was a little long, and the black silk-like hair was wet and stuck to his neck. He was wrapped in Zhang Hui's bath towel, showing a little thinness. The shoulders and delicate collarbone are still covered with drops of water hanging from the tips of the hair.

His eyes were drooping, his pale face was slightly rosy, and his lips were more colorful than usual.

Zhang Hui's eyes fell on his feet, and he put his left toe on top of his right toe awkwardly, still rubbing and wriggling slowly.

Zhang Hui's fingers were slightly bent under the change of clothes, his back was a little numb, and his breathing was a little heavier.

But he still tried his best to restrain his posture, and he handed the things in his hand to Jing Ling: "Come out for dinner."

Then he went to the refrigerator to take out cold water, poured himself a glass and drank a glass, as if this could suppress his sudden desire.

He always believes that people cannot suppress this instinctive impulse, so what is the difference between them and animals.

But he gradually sobered up, it seemed that he had always been restrained and abstinent except for the sudden emotional surge in the bathroom of the bar when he was in college, and the time when he was impulsive because of Jing Ling.

He gradually understood that Jing Ling was a special existence to him, just like the restless body for him was the bestial instinct he had been suppressing.

Zhang recalled, what would happen if instead of struggling, he compromised with that instinct?

Would it be happier for him, or for Jing Ling?

Jing Ling came out of the bathroom, still wearing his pajamas, which was too big for him, so he looked empty, and he seemed a little indescribably attractive, his cheeks were still redder than usual, his eyes dodged, Don't dare to look at Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui handed him the prepared hot milk, because he didn't know much about his taste, but he guessed that he would like sweet food, after all, he looked soft and sweet.

Zhang Hui was shocked by his disgusting thoughts, but he had to compromise with his true thoughts.

He sat on the sofa, let Jing Ling sit between his legs, held a towel and gently rubbed his soft hair, and said in a very magnetic voice, "Reciprocity is reciprocated."

Jing Ling could feel his scorching breath in her ears, the smell on his body was Zhang Hui's, and Zhang Hui's strong leg muscles could be felt in her buttocks and thighs.

He didn't dare to sit too far back, but he still felt the heat erupting from behind, and he didn't dare to imagine what it was.

Zhang Hui didn't feel the ambiguity of this posture, he just did it if he wanted to, but he felt Jing Ling's stiffness and realized that this posture was inappropriate, but he didn't really want to let him go.

While rubbing Jing Ling's head, he whispered in his ear, "Did you fall just now?"

Jing Ling shook her head, the water droplets from his hair splashed onto Zhang Hui's chin.

Zhang Hui felt a little itchy on his chin, but he couldn't move his hands, so he could only rub his chin against the towel attached to Jing Ling's head.

Jing Ling trembled, and Zhang Hui smiled calmly.

Jing Ling's hand tightly clasped the side of the cup in his palm, he could smell the sweetness of the milk in the cup, the air probably also got this smell, it was a bit cloyingly sweet.

He hadn't drank milk for many years, and he would get stomach ache when he drank cold milk, and he didn't like the taste of cold milk like water.

Since Jing Hong left, no one has warmed the milk for him, and he feels sad every time he warms it by himself, so the smell of hot milk is a bit distant to him.

He took a sip, and it still tasted as sweet as when he was a child.

At that time, there was only granulated sugar in the house, and his mother would add two spoonfuls of granulated sugar for him to drink. Unexpectedly, the taste was so familiar and a little different, but the feeling of being valued had been with him for a long time.

Jing Ling's nose is a little sore, can he understand that he is being pampered?And this distant feeling of pampering was given to him by his lover who was as far away as the stars.

He leaned his head back uncontrollably, resting on Zhang Hui's strong and broad chest, he felt that time stood still.

If possible, he would like to die at this moment. Anyway, people will die, so it is better to die in the arms of the one he loves.

Zhang Hui felt Jing Ling's head leaning up, the towel in his hand slipped down on the sofa, his arms wrapped around Jing Ling's shoulders, gradually tightening his grip.

He likes the warmth of this moment, they are wearing home clothes, sinking into the soft sofa, the room is full of warm sunshine in the morning, they exchange each other's body temperature and smell, his heart that has been wandering for a long time feels a rare feeling belong.

I don't know how long it took, and they didn't speak, but they all knew that something had happened quietly.

Zhang Hui was a little dissatisfied with the current posture, he wanted to get closer to him, his arms moved down to wrap around Jing Ling's slender waist, trying to bring him to his lap, when he suddenly heard Jing Ling There was a painful "ah".

"What's the matter?" Zhang Hui opened the clothes on his waist, and found that there was a shocking red on his snow-white and thin waist, and some parts were even slightly purple.

Zhang Hui frowned, Jing Ling didn't dare to look at him: "Did you fall just now?"

Jing Ling's voice was small: "Yes".

Zhang Hui put Jing Ling down, put him on the sofa beside him and got up to leave.

Jing Ling suddenly left that warm embrace, feeling very terrified, is he angry?The first time he saw Zhang Hui angry, was it because he lied to him?

Just when Jing Ling was hanging her head and couldn't restrain her sad emotions, Zhang Hui stood in front of him with a medicine box, squatted in front of him, lifted the hem of his clothes in a rough way and said in a serious tone: "Bite .”

Jing Ling has never seen Zhang Hui like this, if she is lucky enough to see it once and only once, it would be that chaotic night when Zhang Hui was panting on his body.

Zhang Hui in front of people is always gentle and charming, polite and gentleman.

Such chapters made him a little scared, but still gave birth to some faint desire and fascination.

He bit the hem of his clothes obediently and closed his eyes tightly.

Zhang Hui looked at his closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, he knew that he was a little out of control, and when he saw his familiar pain hiding himself, he was not so angry with him as he was with himself.

Jing Ling thought that Zhang Hui would use a lot of force, but instead of the expected pain, it was soft and cool like a lover's touch.

He felt ashamed that his teeth were trembling slightly, and his saliva seemed to be overflowing, but he didn't dare to let go.

He opened his eyes slowly, and saw Zhang Hui staring at his waist seriously, his slender fingers holding the cotton ball of the pliers to wipe his wound, his expression looked very serious, his frown was Concern and distress beyond words.

Jing Ling was not stupid, he could feel Zhang Hui's emotions, he touched Zhang Hui's head with trembling fingers, and comforted him, "It doesn't hurt."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, the clothes slipped from his mouth, and a stream of saliva overflowed from his mouth uncontrollably.

Jing Ling felt a little ashamed when she realized it, and just as he was about to wipe it off, Zhang Hui's big hand was already a step ahead of him, and he wiped off the silver thread as if it wasn't too dirty. He looked at each other: "In the future, if you feel pain, tell me, don't bear it yourself, you know."

Jing Ling lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and said obediently: "Got it."

Zhang Hui smoothed his hair: "Did you touch anything besides the waist?" Then he suddenly emphasized: "To tell the truth."

Jing Ling quickly shook her head: "It's really gone."

Zhang Hui stood up, trusting his words: "Come and eat."

They sat in the sunny dining room, eating avocado ham toast made by Zhang Hui himself, and Jing Ling ate slowly with small sips, along with milk.

Zhang Hui looked elegant, but still ate very quickly, he ate it in a few strokes, and then drank the milk in the cup in one gulp.

Looking at Jing Ling's eating, Zhang Hui felt a little satisfaction in his heart. Seeing him eating in small bites, he felt at ease.

He crushed the bread crumbs from the corner of Jing Ling's mouth, looked at Jing Ling with a smile, "Like a child."

Jing Ling was also very satisfied, and swallowed the last mouthful: "Thank you."

Just as Zhang Hui was about to say that he was being too polite, he heard him continue: "I haven't had breakfast for a long time."

"Why?" Zhang recalled that there was a reason why he was so thin.

Jing Ling's eyes drifted to an unknown place: "When I was in Tokyo, in order to make money, it is a little bit less to eat."

Zhang Hui probably knew through his letter that he was financially independent. Jing Ling did not mention his parents to him, but his years seemed to be really difficult. Zhang Hui's heart seemed to be held by one hand. , he has always been heartbroken for him recently.

Then he looked at Zhang Hui again, and smiled with some relief: "I got used to it later, it's fine."

Zhang Hui likes to see him smile, that way he looks more innocent, like the most real him.

But he didn't want to see him smile like this, he seemed to be able to see his invisible tears.

He said: "From now on, you have to remember to eat breakfast every day, you know?"

Jing Ling nodded solemnly, as if making a promise, he would do what Zhang Hui said.

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I was a little excited (shame) when I wrote it, so I ran away first, baby, remember to bookmark and comment, okay?