wool comes from wolves

Asleep Mao Xiaochuan had a dream about his mother whom he hadn't seen for several months.He happily threw himself into his mother's arms and acted like a baby. Naturally, his mother was also very happy, holding him all the time, touching his head, and kissing him constantly. In his dream, he could feel his mother's love for him. .

However, not long after, his father came out, waved a thick wooden stick fiercely in front of his eyes, spat on the ground, and pointed at him, "Brat, you fucked me again outside!" What good thing?"

Mao Xiaochuan said no, he didn't do anything, and he has been attending classes in school honestly.

How could his father believe it? He rushed up with a stick and yelled at him, saying that the teacher had already called, that the brat didn't study well in school, and was reported for stealing, and he even showed evidence.

Mao Xiaochuan refused to admit it, he hid behind his mother in fright, and wanted his mother to protect him.But he still couldn't escape his father's stick, it hurt so much on his buttocks, Mao Xiaochuan couldn't help crying from the pain.

I really cried, tears streaming down my face, he has grown up so much, his father even beat him like a child, and beat him on the buttocks, such a thick stick can scare him Scary.

Mao Xiaochuan cried and howled desperately, wanting his father to show mercy and his mother to save him, but when his mother turned around, she changed her face.

It was an indifferent face, and he looked at himself with those cold, temperatureless black eyes, without saying a word.Mao Xiaochuan was so scared that he lost his voice when he cried.

But after a while, it turned into his mother's very worried, loving and gentle face. Mao Xiaochuan leaned closer to his mother's face, and when he got closer, he found that it was Yuan Xin's face.He backed away again and turned into the fucking face again.

So, that face switched between indifference and warmth, back and forth, back and forth, dazzled Mao Xiaochuan.

I can't tell if it's Yuan Xin or the fucking person standing in front of him, watching the wooden stick hit his butt indiscriminately, "Papapa..."

"Mom..." Mao Xiaochuan howled all of a sudden.

"What's wrong?" came the voice of a boy who seemed to be quite unfamiliar, followed by a strong force that gently shook Mao Xiaochuan's body.

Mao Xiaochuan opened his eyes, and there was a soft light above his head. Looking down and facing him, there was a pair of worried eyes in the dark. Although they were not warm enough or soft enough, they were definitely not as cold as in the dream.This person is Yuan Xin, but not the Yuan Xin in the dream.

"..." Mao Xiaochuan opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was still hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Yuan Xin's voice sounded something Mao Xiaochuan had never heard before. He reached out and touched Mao Xiaochuan's face, it was itchy and warm.

"Hmm!" Mao Xiaochuan was a little embarrassed, he moved his body, raised his hands to touch his face, and his hands were wet.

"What did you dream about?" Yuan Xin asked.

"Dream about me...Mom..." Mao Xiaochuan was still in a depressed mood, and didn't want to say too much, but then pulled out a sentence.He didn't want people to know about those things in the past, and he didn't want others to have other opinions about him because of these things, whether it was sympathy or disgust or sarcasm.

"Do you miss your mother?" Yuan Xin stretched out his arms and took out a few tissues from the small cupboard above the bed, and handed them to Mao Xiaochuan.

Mao Xiaochuan took the tissue and wiped his face indiscriminately, then blew his nose again, "Well, I haven't been home for a long time!"

Yuan Xin didn't ask any more questions. He reached out to take the paper towel that Mao Xiaochuan had wiped and didn't know where to throw it. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After throwing the paper towel into the trash can, he left the bedroom and went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he entered the room with a cup of hot water, and after handing the cup to Mao Xiaochuan, he also got into bed.

Mao Xiaochuan took the cup, bowed his head and took a sip.His voice was still nasal, and his throat was sore and uncomfortable, and he hadn't recovered from the extreme sadness, depression and sadness in his dream.

Yuan Xin worked tirelessly to straighten his body again, stuffed the pillow into his back, and then slowly helped him to sit upright, "Sit for a while!"

Mao Xiaochuan agreed and continued to drink water.As if very thirsty, he ignored the still hot water and gulped it down. After drinking, he handed the cup back to Yuan Xin.

"Do you want more?" Yuan Xin asked.

"..." Mao Xiaochuan shook his head, looked up at Yuan Xin, very grateful, "Thank you!"

"..." Yuan Xin put the cup on the bedside table and turned around again.

"You..." Mao Xiaochuan raised his eyes suddenly and found something unusual. He pointed to the pajamas that had been loosened in front of Yuan Xin, glanced casually, and his heart jumped immediately, "You... ...why is your chest red?"

Yuan Xin looked down, his expression didn't change much, and he buttoned up his clothes calmly, "I don't know, maybe it's because the sleeping position is not correct, it's under pressure!"

"..." Mao Xiaochuan couldn't help but quietly raised his eyes a few times, swallowed, and didn't dare to speak.

Mao Xiaochuan has a little secret that is hard to tell.When he was young, he liked to let his mother sleep with his arms around him. He had to touch his mother's breasts to fall asleep when he was sleeping, and he was not honest when he slept. He would either scratch or bite a few times. His mother often fell asleep When he fell asleep, he would be woken up by the little fangs in his arms... This problem could not be corrected until he was six years old. His mother was reluctant to beat him, and his father wanted to be beaten but his mother stopped him. After much deliberation, he couldn't come up with a solution, so he could only reluctantly send him to his grandma's house in the suburbs. It was called weaning, and he was weaned for a whole year.

Who knows what Mao Xiaochuan experienced during that year of weaning?Even he himself can't remember clearly, it's just that when he sleeps, he always wants to grab something...even if it's hugging the quilt, otherwise he won't be able to sleep well all night.

Thinking of this level, Mao Xiaochuan felt guilty for a while. When Yuan Xin turned over just now, he saw the red patches on his chest with sharp eyes, and there were some abnormal bite marks... Fortunately, he himself thought it was an incorrect sleeping position.

However, since Yuan Xin didn't know, Mao Xiaochuan wouldn't take the initiative to confess. How embarrassing is this?Mao Xiaochuan would not be so stupid as to tell him!Well, if he doesn't know, he doesn't know!

Mao Xiaochuan was hiding something in his heart, so he didn't dare to say anything more. He shrank under the quilt in despair, closed his eyes and waited for Yuan Xin to turn off the light and lie down before he dared to breathe a sigh of relief.In order to prevent himself from doing something out of the ordinary, he turned around, turned his back to Yuan Xin, and lay on his side, with a firmness beyond imagination.

He listened carefully to Yuan Xin's breathing behind him with his ears upright, and he could not fall asleep until Yuan Xin fell asleep.Being embarrassing is not a big deal but being embarrassing twice in front of the same person is not a trivial matter.

Mao Xiaochuan held on for a while, and his eyelids began to sink. He stretched out his hands and twisted his thighs vigorously. There was a burst of pain, and the drowsiness seemed to dissipate a little, so he put his arms on the pillow to support his head, and played all Spirit.

After a while, Mao Xiaochuan's hand supporting his head slipped off the pillow suddenly, and his head hit the pillow, he startled himself, and his mind instantly cleared up.

It's just that this kind of sobriety is only a momentary thing, and it won't last long. He has to think of a better way.

When Mao Xiaochuan was thinking about it, suddenly, a warm body leaned up behind him, sticking to his back, followed by a slender arm, and gently hugged his waist. A hot breath slowly sprayed on the back of his neck...

"###..." There seemed to be a little sound coming from Yuan Xin's mouth.

"..." Mao Xiaochuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. In the dark bedroom, his eyes were wide open, and his long eyelashes kept shaking!He was wondering what Yuan Xin was doing?Could it be that Xueba also suffers from hysteria?Could it be that Xueba also talks in his sleep?Could Xueba do it too... He had too many doubts in his mind about whether Xueba could do it or not.

But after waiting for a while, I didn't hear Yuan Xin make any other sounds, or say anything meaningful. I could only feel his unusually calm and even breathing.

"Yuan Xin!" Mao Xiaochuan called out in a low voice.

"..." Yuan Xin didn't say anything.

"Are you awake?" Mao Xiaochuan asked, he stretched out his hand to touch Yuan Xin's arm, and just moved, that arm tightened a little bit around his waist like a snake.

"You... put..." Mao Xiaochuan was a little anxious, he suddenly turned his face, and his lips suddenly touched something cool and soft.

Mao Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, and then reacted in the next second. He turned around immediately, his little heart was shaking wildly.

That slap just now should be Yuan Xin's lips, right?While Mao Xiaochuan was beating furiously in his heart, he was muttering in his heart, he grew up so big, he had never kissed anyone except his mother, so he had hoped that this first kiss would be dedicated to a beautiful woman he liked!Even if it's not a beauty, it must be a little girl you like!

Unexpectedly, at night, he accidentally kissed a big boy. How could he be so careless with his own mouth?Mao Xiaochuan slapped himself hard in his heart.

However, if Yuan Xin knew that he was kissed by a boy, wouldn't he continue to sleep so calmly?Since he didn't react now, he should be asleep.Since he fell asleep, he probably didn't need to make a special report.Since there is no need to report, it should be treated as if nothing happened tonight, right?

Thinking of this, Mao Xiaochuan felt a lot more comfortable.

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After Mao Xiaochuan completely relaxed and fell asleep, Yuan Xin sighed in a low voice.

He admired himself for being able to lie there so peacefully and pretend to be asleep in the situation just now.From the moment Mao Xiaochuan turned his face to the side and his lips touched his lips, an electric current spread from the place where the two met, and then quickly rampaged through his body. The shock of the electric current made him extremely emotional, and his body was extremely agitated. It seemed that a ball of fire was rushing towards his body, and at a certain moment it almost rushed out of his body and out of his soul.

In the rainy night, Yuan Xin's heart seemed to be ticking faster than the rain outside the window.He turned his body sideways, bent one arm to support his body, supported his side cheek with his palm, and gently brushed Mao Xiaochuan's soft lips with one hand, and rubbed it for a long time.

The night is the best barrier. It blocks the mirror image between each other that can be easily pierced, making the line of defense between people that is difficult to break through becomes extremely fragile.

Yuan Xin's face moved down, and the distance between their bodies was shortening.So close, Yuan Xin could clearly feel Mao Xiaochuan's breath on his face, so close that Yuan Xin could smell Mao Xiaochuan's body, so close that he could hear Mao Xiaochuan's heartbeat.

On this autumn rainy night, Yuan Xin suddenly found an indescribable feeling. This feeling was slightly familiar, but it was a long, long, long time ago, so long that he could hardly tell whether it was in a dream or not. Or something that happened in reality, his thinking has subconsciously regarded it as a dream.

He put his arms around Mao Xiaochuan's waist, turned around in his arms, and tightly hugged the flexible and beautiful body in his arms. In the dark, his eyes could clearly see Mao Xiaochuan's sleep. That lovely face without any grievances.

Under the warm, clean and comfortable quilt, two young and beautiful bodies are tightly attached to each other, as if these two people should have such intimate movements and postures.

Although he doesn't know exactly what Mao Xiaochuan thinks in his heart, and he also knows that Mao Xiaochuan may not have such feelings for him, but there is one thing he can be sure of, that is, Mao Xiaochuan definitely doesn't hate him.Otherwise, a person with Mao Xiaochuan's personality would never sleep so dead in his arms, and even regarded him as his mother in his dreams.

It's not that he didn't hear Mao Xiaochuan calling his name when he was dreaming. Although it was very slight, he heard it.Yuan Xin's empty heart was finally filled at this moment.Although, he wasn't too full, but he was so happy that he couldn't fall asleep. He felt that his soul was flying happily through the darkness.

The author has something to say: Hey...does no one even want to come and see the red envelopes?I feel like Haw is a failure...