dark crossing

The entrance is really a good place to kiss.

In the porch of Chu Huainan hangs a painting of "East Lake Ruicui" with green splashes of ink.They entered the door hugging, and didn't even have time to turn on the lights.The warm yellow light from the entrance garden flooded the floor. In the faint light, only the undulating contours of each other's faces can be seen, falling into the ambiguous flickering emerald green reflected by the mounted crystal glass frame.

With four lips touching, no one is more rational than the other.Chu Huainan even had a strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils, even though Shen Ting had only drank half a cup of Long Island Iced Tea, he still felt drunk at the moment.

Xu Kai and the others called it "ecstasy wine".Even though it is only [-] degrees, but because it is mixed with four base wines, and the mixed wine is easy to get drunk, it has such a name.

Shen Ting has a good capacity for alcohol, the half glass is far from enough to make him drunk.

He didn't feel dizzy at all, but Chu Huainan's kiss made people feel dizzy far more easily than wine.

His mind went blank because of the lack of oxygen.

And the oxygen and the antidote seemed to be hidden in Chu Huainan's mouth, so he leaned over to ask for it, asking for it confidently.

The tip of the hot tongue swept across the soft part of the mouth, Shen Ting, who was not good at kissing, suddenly tightened his shoulders, and subconsciously shrank back.Chu Huainan turned against the guest, reached out and pressed the back of his head, pinching his chin like a robber.

A trace of translucency that was too late to swallow dripped down the corner of the half-opened lips, and was immediately licked up carefully by the chasing tongue.

He rubbed his hands soothingly through the clothes for a while, then turned to deal with the buttons on the front of the shirt. —too many, annoyingly many.

Every morning when I wake up, lying on my side on the bed and watching the other party's long and slender fingers curled up and clasped one by one is indeed an extreme and extraordinary enjoyment.But at this time, I just feel annoyed, it's just a piece of clothing, what do you need so many buttons for?

The bourgeois who drank alcohol was so arrogant that it was unreasonable. As soon as he took two pills, he felt impatient and violently tried to tear the rest.

Shen Ting pressed his hand: "I only brought five shirts, you have already torn four—ah—" before finishing speaking, the last remaining one was completely dead.

But he didn't care about it, the other's dry and warm palm was covered with a terrible place, and the hand pressing on the back of the hand softened when he closed his five fingers together, and then tightened firmly, like a chain reaction.

Chu Huainan, who was pinching the exquisite key, was deeply pleased by this strange sense of control.He was relieved that the "pure revolutionary friendship" between the two had finally changed.

Shen Ting's consciousness was clear, and he even remembered that a few shirts were damaged by him.

But he did not refuse.

Not rejecting means accepting to some extent.

He is trying to accept him!

Such recognition made Chu Huainan happy.

He snorted heavily and lowered his head to nibble the other's earlobe: "Good boy, if it's broken, it's broken. I'll buy you a new one."

The fingers moved inch by inch, and the Adam's apple of the person in front of him rolled up and down chaotically with the movements of his hands.

With the efforts of the capitalists, Shen Ting finally didn't care about those shirts at all.He tried hard to swallow all the gasps and moans, and he was almost successful.

But Chu Huainan has branches.Fingers brushed over the surface of his tongue, playing with his tongue domineeringly, causing uncontrollable heavy panting, sobbing out.

What an asshole!

But it was hard to get back, and he couldn't resist the sugar-coated bullets from this person.

The belt was undone, and the trousers were thrown about on the chair at the end of the bed.This is not in line with his strict and almost rigid living habits at all.

But he couldn't care less.

With all eyes and hearts, only the one above him was looking down at Chu Huainan.

The eyes are beautiful, and so is the nose, but the bright red lips are a bit torn—he couldn't help biting them just now.

In this extreme struggle, Shen Ting was obviously at a disadvantage, he threw away his helmet and armor, and retreated steadily.

Chu Huainan lay on top of him, kissing his eyes and eyebrows with every inch.

The bright wetness of the corners of his lips made him feel ashamed, and he became more determined, trying to force himself to ignore the vivid longing in his body that was more difficult than pain.

"What is this?" Chu Huainan rested his chin on his shoulder, inspecting his body as if he was patrolling his territory.

Shen Ting was stunned, what what?

He subconsciously touched the back, shoulder and neck with his bandaged hand, and there was a slight pain when he pressed it, probably a bruise.

It was ejected by Veron's bodyguards with the butt of a gun.

"It's all right," he said.

He didn't even scratch his oily skin, which of course can't be considered an injury in Inspector Shen's professional history.

But Chu Huainan was stepped on a sore foot, and exploded like a firecracker.

"I have nothing against you being a good cop. Go after your justice, your justice."

"what?"

"But don't take your body and life seriously! You want me to be a family member of a martyr at a young age! Let me tell you, there is no way! Shen Ting, do you hear?"

Shen Ting stared at him blankly, choosing this time to tell him these things?

Is this man okay?Alcohol has ruined your brain?

"Are you sure you want to discuss this with me now?" he asked.

Chu Huainan ignored him and opened his mouth to bite him.The fine white teeth were embedded in the shoulders, and they were ground without much effort, as if he was using him as a molar stick.Not painful, but very childish.

"They said that the anti-narcotics police will all die." The voice from behind was muffled, as if sick.

It turned out that he was frightened outside.

Shen Ting couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that the capitalist who was rumored to cover the sky with his hands had such a childish side.With a soft heart, he patted his bare shoulder and asked, "Who said that?"

"them."

"who are they?"

He stopped talking, and pressed the soft tip of his tongue against the bruise in circles, causing a heart-pounding itch amidst the soreness.

Shen Ting panted slightly: "If you are a person, you will die."

The man leaning on his shoulder raised his head suddenly: "You can't die."

Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, everyone is equal before life and death.No one has more lives than anyone else.

Chu Huainan, whose parents died early, understood this truth better than anyone else.

The fingers holding the shoulders were too tight, Shen Ting raised his head painfully, and was facing a pair of watery peach blossom eyes full of intoxication.

The eyes are beautiful, but the master is extremely domineering, frowning and repeating: "You can't die." He lowered his head again, and murmured as if showing weakness: "Shen Ting, I only have you."

These words were unreasonable, but Shen Ting's heart was greatly moved.

The numb feeling of sadness rolled down the base of the tongue all the way to the throat, and even the tip of the heart trembled violently.

Without the blessing of his father and the comfort of his mother, all the glory that this person has is actually a burden.

He said, I only have you.

But Shen Ting couldn't guarantee anything.

He couldn't bear such a responsibility, let alone lie to him.

After a moment of silence, he said frankly, "Sorry, I can't give you anything."

Hearing this, Chu Huainan hugged him even tighter. The hug against his bare skin was very warm, but his arms were so painful.

Shen Ting was flustered by his sudden heavy breathing, and added in a whisper: "You are fine, really. But I may not be able to give you what you want."

A capitalist is always penny-pinching in business, but he is extraordinarily generous in front of his lover.

"As long as you don't want to, I don't need anything."

Warm palms caressed the slightly arched back in his arms, as if comforting a small animal that had broken through its owner's beloved antique.

"I've said it before, you don't have to apologize at any time."

The rumored capitalist with an iron fist and a copper heart has a voice as soft as snow falling on his ears.

"Shen Ting, you have no obligation to love me, but you always have the right to enjoy my love for you."

Rights without obligations, that sounds so unfair.

But the neck was bitten by a man as tough as a lion, and he had no time to think.

Besides, Shen Ting, who has always been cautious, almost blindly believes that he must not be the one who suffers from this person.

"You can do anything you want, as long as you keep yourself safe."

"Okay, um—" he panted again, "I promise you."

Discussing such a serious subject at this time distracted him.

The capitalists took advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, getting in inch by inch, and it was very hot.

In fact, Shen Ting couldn't guarantee anything, only eagerly wanted it.

Wanting something that he never thought of before, wanting everything that Chu Huainan instinctively gave.

He is a person with a strong sense of self-control and responsibility, but he is not a self-consistent person.

Self-consistency refers to the unity of the self.

But in the face of Chu Huainan, his id, ego, and superego cannot be unified at all.

They are fighting in a mess in the arena of reason and emotion, and it is not clear which one will prevail.

The id says: I want it.

Self said: Yes.

The superego says: It can't be done.

But why can't it be done?

Why can't we just accept or give according to our desires regardless of our thoughts?

why not?

Shen Ting closed his eyes, gasping for breath, he regretted not drinking more tonight, then at least he would have an excuse, even if he woke up, he wouldn't have to face it.

Face yourself, face those ready to move hidden deep in your heart.

Facing this person, he actually wants and wants to give.

"Well--"

He wanted to say something more, but Chu Huainan refused.

There is probably an expensive musical instrument hidden in this man's throat, or the sound of his low breathing is so pleasant, it makes him feel hot all over.

When hugging him, Chu Huainan was exceptionally gentle, so warm that his body temperature also rose.

The chin that was always slightly raised on weekdays was lowered, and she rubbed against his tight back with a kiss.

When this person is not looking aside, he is always like a piece of fine porcelain, elegant and expensive, but hard.But it's different now, he leaned on him softly, as soft as a thick and heavy cloak that couldn't be taken off.

He is warm, fresh, and aggressive.

Greedy capitalists are teaching him to be greedy, teaching him to swallow everything he wants inch by inch.

The stretched calf twitched slightly.

Chu Huainan took the time out of his "busy schedule" to rub him carefully with the heels of his palms, but it didn't improve at all, and his greasy fingertips made him tremble even more.

Shen Ting finally knew that there really is a "swallow raw" type of contradictory tenderness in this world.

He was like a cut and welded steel wire, lying in Chu Huainan's palm, bent into any arc that the other party wanted.

They end up face to face.

Chu Huainan would actually blush, all kinds of amorous feelings gathered in the corners of his eyes.

"Does it hurt? Huh?" The handsome capitalist leaned forward to bite his earlobe, and asked cheekily knowingly, "Can I be gentle?"

Of course not.

Shen Ting frowned and gritted his teeth, and raised his leg to kick Chu Huainan's shoulder, but the other party grabbed his ankle, pressed his leg down and bit his ankle like punishment.

He hoisted his upper body and asked hoarsely, "Are you a dog?"

"If I were a dog, what would you become?"

……

Shen Ting was speechless, his face flushed with embarrassment, he raised his foot and wanted to kick him, but he couldn't.

For a moment, my mind went blank, and the whole person seemed to be lying on the soft clouds, and the dizzy heat wave made people's bones crisp.

They are like a pair of locks and keys that can fit perfectly, mortise and tenon, firmly biting together.

Humid kisses, bright red lips, everything is a strong catalyst for happiness, as long as they are contaminated with each other, even the air becomes a hot liquid that can flow, boiling, boiling, and evaporating reason.

Chu Huainan hugged the person in his arms and refused to let go.

At this moment, everything can be abandoned, except for the curled up, bare back in front of you, if you hug it tightly, you can never let go.