not a decent stand-in

The postures of the two people are actually quite awkward, far from being ambiguous at all.

Zuo Tong has long hands and long legs, and being hugged by the waist like a woman is naturally quite uncomfortable. Even in a state of ambiguity, he still struggles.

Xiang Yindong's physical strength was not much more than that, how could he bear the punches and kicks of a man who was almost as tall as himself, and fell to the ground before taking two steps!

"Damn it, it's as heavy as a pig!"

He moved away the person who was pressing on him, and got up grinning.

Seeing Zuo Tong lying on the ground without moving, she walked over and hooked his two arms, and dragged him into the room like a sandbag.

After finally moving him to the bed, Xiang Yindong was already so tired that he was sweating profusely.

He fell on the bed and panted for a while, raised his hand and slapped Zuo Tong's buttocks again: "I really want to slap you! Wait until I regain my previous strength, see if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Zuo Tong moved, turned over suddenly, and looked at him with his eyes open.

That ignorant expression seemed to have woken up, but also seemed to be sleepwalking.

Zuo Tong's eyes were full of confusion and surprise, as deep as a black hole, trying to suck people in.

Xiang Yindong's heart shuddered, and he suddenly remembered that in "7th Heaven", Zuo Tong also looked at him in the same way.

That kind of eyes are actually very loose, there is no focal length at all, it is just looking at another person through one person.

Xiang Yindong frowned, and the moment he was about to speak, Zuo Tong reached out and touched his cheek, muttering: "It really seems..."

"Xiaotong!"

This scene seemed familiar, sending a chill down Xiang Yindong's spine.

It seemed that in the next second, Zuo Tong would bite his lips fiercely again.

His forehead was sweating, and he said almost pleadingly, "Take a break first, and when you sober up, listen to me tell you slowly..."

But Zuo Tong seemed to be immersed in his own world, still reaching out to caress his cheeks, from brow to chin.

As Zuo Tong's fingers brushed across the skin, Xiang Yindong felt numb all over his body.

A trembling feeling that he had never experienced before spread from his cheeks to his heart, making his whole body throb and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Then, as he expected, Zuo Tong's kiss followed.

It's just that this time it wasn't rough, just leaned up and nibbled, from his lips to his cheeks, to the tip of his nose, eyelids, and between his brows.

The feeling of being careful is like kissing a porcelain doll, which will shatter when touched.

This gentle touch brought waves of electricity, which attacked every corner of Xiang Yindong's body, forcing him to clenched his fists.

"Stop it……"

He pushed Zuo Tong's head away hard, trying his best to control his heartbeat.

Even Liu Xiahui couldn't hold back the feeling of scratching his heart, let alone him who hadn't eaten meat in a few months.

Zuo Tong was pushed away by him, and his brows immediately frowned, his watery eyes were full of doubts.

This appearance, with a kind of damn sexy, made Xiang Yindong feel a kind of unreasonable fear in his heart.

He deeply realized that if he didn't escape, things would get out of hand.

But just when he got up in a hurry and wanted to avoid Zuo Tong's gaze, the man suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on his lower abdomen.

With a click, the belt buckle was snapped open, and cold, slender fingers stretched in.

Zuo Tong turned over and pressed on him, with a smile in his tone: "What are you afraid of?"

Such an invitation is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

A storm broke out in the depths of Xiang Yindong's heart, instantly sweeping away all his rationality.

Men are all lower body animals, and he is no exception. Months of abstinence have already made every corner of his body clamoring for release.

At this moment, the important parts are being manipulated in this way again, and the willpower has already collapsed.

He pressed Zuo Tong under his body with all his strength, and said through gritted teeth: "I'm not afraid of anything, you are the one to be afraid of!"

Zuo Tong touched his face, his eyes penetrated him, and said quietly: "Want to be on top? Okay, I'll let you come..."

He propped himself up, licked and kissed Xiang Yindong's ear, and softly whispered in his ear, "Xiang Yindong, except you, no one can..."

At that moment, the beast in Xiang Yindong's body finally came out of his eyes.

He no longer cared whether the person under him was a man or a woman, he just wanted to kiss him and touch his hot skin.

The lips and tongues of the two were entangled, Xiang Yindong hugged Zuo Tong's waist tightly, and gently kissed all the way from the lips to the bridge of the nose, eyebrows, and then back to the lips.

The entanglement between the tip of the tongue and the tip of the tongue exudes a strong smell of alcohol.

The smell of wine met the scorching heat, as if the air in the room was ignited, and it made a crackling sound.

The moment he was surrounded by warmth, Xiang Yindong felt that his whole body was on fire, as if he was falling rapidly into a bottomless abyss, and his eyes turned black.

The hearts of both of them were beating wildly, and their breathing was short of breath until they were exhausted...

When he recovered from the hearty experience, Xiang Yindong lay on Zuo Tong's body, panting heavily.

At this moment, Zuo Tong in his arms looked so familiar, yet with a kind of strangeness that he couldn't describe.

He never thought that the physical contact between two people could have such an intense and ecstatic feeling.

It even made him almost faint.

After a while, he reached out and wiped the sweat on Zuo Tong's forehead.

Zuo Tong didn't know whether he passed out or fell asleep, he kept his eyes closed, his brows wrinkled into a ball.

Xiang Yindong was speechless, but stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the space between his brows.

He got up and went outside, lit a cigarette, and sat on the balcony to finish smoking, wanting to find an excuse for his behavior today.

But after thinking for a long time, he shook his head mockingly.

As the sun set, the golden sunset glow sprinkled on the balcony on the 38th floor, dyeing his naked upper body with a strange layer of red gold.

Perhaps all of this has been arranged in the dark.

His relationship with Zuo Tong finally has no turning back, but his mood is unprecedentedly calm.

As if all of this was taken for granted, those entanglements and escapes earlier turned out to be more like a joke.

Laugh at him for wasting so much time in vain, resisting fate.

He should have realized a long time ago that God gave him another life, not to waste time with those who hate him, but to return time to those who love him.

When he returned to the house, Zuo Tong was still sleeping peacefully.

Like a child, wrapped in a quilt and held in his arms.

Xiang Yindong remembered reading in a book that people who like to sleep with things in their arms usually lack a sense of security.

He sighed, lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt over Zuo Tong's chest, and covered the two of them together.

They have slept together in the same bed, they don't know how many times since they were young, but this time the feeling is completely different.

Xiang Yindong looked at Zuo Tong's sleeping face, his long eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly with his breathing, and his heart suddenly softened.

He got closer to the other party, tired, and slowly fell asleep.

After a good night's sleep, when I woke up, it was already dark outside.

He opened his eyes and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling for several seconds before his consciousness returned to his mind.

Everything that happened in the afternoon flooded into his mind in an instant, and the blood-swelling scene made him sit up from the bed with a bang.

He looked around and found that he was still lying on the big bed in the hotel, but there was no one around him.

What is this scenario?

Xiang Yindong plucked his hair angrily, that guy won't be ashamed and run away, right?

He quickly got up from the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe and ran out of the room. Seeing that the living room was empty, he panicked a little, and quickly called Zuo Tong.

As you can imagine, no one answered at all.

After hanging up the phone, he realized that there was a check on the coffee table in the living room.

He picked it up and saw that there was a check for 20 yuan, and there was a line of words on the message paper at the bottom - Wei Tianhan, don't let me see you again!

Xiang Yindong couldn't laugh or cry, this guy is really eye-opening, what is this?

Escape from reality, or out of sight?

Angrily, he tore the check in half and threw it on the ground.

Then he changed his clothes and left the hotel in a hurry.

At this time, Zuo Tong was already sitting in a taxi to the airport.

When it was just dark, he had already woken up, dragged his tired body, and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

It was an extremely embarrassing experience, and it made him uncomfortable even thinking about it.

Zuo Tong stood in front of the bed, in the dark, looking at the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes were sharp.

This person who has the same appearance, the same voice, and even every move as Xiang Yindong is not Xiang Yindong.

In the afternoon, he was indeed very drunk. Although his thoughts were uncontrollable, he did not completely lose consciousness. All his actions followed instinct.

He longed for Xiang Yindong's hugs and kisses, longing for skin-to-skin contact with him.

It seems that only in this way can he feel the existence of the other party and believe that he has not lost him.

In the past few days, he has been controlling himself, not daring to think of things in the worst direction.

But the reality always backfired. He didn't admit that this person was Wei Tianhan in his heart, but his subconscious mind had already admitted that this person was not Xiang Yindong.

The previous complete collapse and release has already illustrated this point very well.

Facing the real Xiang Yindong, he will stick to the bottom line no matter what, and will never risk losing him by doing those things that pretend to be crazy by drinking.

Only when he subconsciously believes that the other party is just a substitute, will he recklessly release the pain and despair in his heart.

When the two of them were at their most passionate, he heard someone calling him Tongtong.

That was a nickname that Xiang Yindong only knew, since his father passed away, no one called him that anymore.

He had to admit that for a moment, he even felt that the person beside him was his Xiang Yindong, that's why he could recklessly sink into his passion.

But now, it's time to end...

This person is not Xiang Yindong, and he doesn't need a substitute.

Just let everything end here, and I should wake up from the dream I have had for more than twenty years.

He still has a lot of things to do to find out the truth and find Xiang Yindong.

Even just to find him, the cold corpse...