smell you

Li Zhexi said: "You seem very nervous?"

"No, no."

"Look, you're always like this, so we need to have a good talk. Life is short, take it if you like it."

Song Zeyou kept fiddling with the phone, "Yes, I'm a little nervous."

Li Zhexi said: "We are all adults, shouldn't we be more frank? When I was in the forest area, I told you that I like you very much, it seems logical, but what about you? Now it's your turn said."

"Say, say what?"

Li Zhexi glared at him and said angrily, "Don't play dumb!"

Song Zeyou lowered his head in embarrassment: "...um."

"Don't be a bitch, speak up."

Song Zeyou said: "That... you like it..."

Li Zhexi took a deep breath: "Are you afraid if you're with me?"

"It's, it's okay."

"Don't you regret it? If you are afraid that you will regret it, open the door now and leave immediately."

Song Zeyou looked at Li Zhexi's solemn face in astonishment, gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever is afraid will not regret it!"

"Okay!" Li Zhexi pulled him, carrying the travel bag at the foot of the bed in one hand, and walked to the bathroom.

Song Zeyou's heart almost jumped out, "What are you doing?"

The bathroom is small, separated by a glass door, and the toilet is outside.

Li Zhexi pushed Song Zeyou into the bathroom, blocked the toilet door by himself, opened the travel bag, and took out a large syringe.

Song Zeyou's face turned blue: "What...what are you doing?"

Li Zhexi said: "I bought a complete set of equipment online, and the technical sticker said that it must be cleaned very clean before, so that I don't have any worries."

Song Zeyou took a step back in shock, put his hand on the switch at the back, and the spray immediately sprayed out a strong stream of water, cooling his heart from head to toe in an instant.

He frantically turned off the switch, his wet hair stuck to his cheeks, his wet face was translucent white, and he looked very pitiful in distress.

The two looked at each other, and Li Zhexi swallowed: "You take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

Song Zeyou was thinking all over the place, unable to go up and down, unable to advance or retreat, and said blankly: "I will do it myself!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, probably because it was midnight.

As soon as Li Zhexi went out, Song Zeyou quickly locked the door and leaned against the door with his back, his chest was so tight that he was about to explode.

Li Zhexi set up a supper, ate a few mouthfuls while sitting down, crossed his legs, switched his left leg to his right leg, changed several times, and walked around the room a few times, couldn't help but went to the bathroom door: "Okay No?"

"almost!"

In the bathroom, Song Zeyou took off his wet clothes, took a hasty shower, changed into a bathrobe and sat dryly on the toilet, staring at the various special supplies in his bag in a daze.

He thought of what his elder brother said, dating once or twice, and got straight to the point. In this way, he and Li Zhexi had talked for a long time (?), and they had been wandering in the preface. According to his brother, It's like falling in love with elementary school students.

Li Zhexi must be feeling bored, right?

Procrastinating and indifferent...

After Song Zeyou finished his mental training, he stood up and saw the big syringe, feeling like he was about to have a stroke.

...Why should he use it?

"...Are you ready?...The food is cold!"

Li Zhexi's unsteady cry came from outside the door.

Song Zeyou threw the syringe away, and decided to have a good talk with Li Zhexi. He couldn't be cowardly in such a major life event.

As soon as the door opened, before Song Zeyou could speak, Li Zhexi had already held his head in both hands and kissed him vigorously.

"Hmm—" Bah, the smell of barbecued cumin in one mouthful.

The world was spinning, and the next moment he had already collapsed on the soft big bed.

The lights in the room are dim, and the strong wind from the lake blows the heavy curtains. From the raised corner, you can vaguely see the boundless spring scenery inside.

In the next room, five or six men were drinking, playing cards and eating barbecue.

One threw four Elvis bombs and exclaimed excitedly, "You're not dead yet!"

He looked up, saw the strange expressions on the faces of his brothers, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

"Shhh-listen-"

The sound of suppressed and painful panting came from the next room. All the adults present knew what the next door was doing.

Everyone present changed their sitting positions, some pulled up a collar, and some went to drink water.

"What are you doing, I managed to grab a big card, so hurry up."

After three rounds, everyone's heart was filled with frustration.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

"I'm going outside to get some air—"

The one who caught Wang Zha just now slammed on the partition wall; "Mom, there's no end!"

The groans from next door stopped for a second.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the game continued, drinking, drinking, shoveling, what to do, the world of straight men.

On the other side of the partition wall is a world that straight men cannot understand.

The low and depressed voice, the joy emanating from the depths of the soul.

Song Zeyou bit the corner of the quilt hard, not caring whether the quilt was clean or not. Sweat flowed from his forehead and dripped onto the sheet along his pointed chin.

Li Zhexi's whole body was covered on it, as if he had just been fished out of the water, dripping with sweat.

His strength was fierce, and every stroke seemed to be exerting all his strength.

(Blushing ING~ If you write too much, it will be a river crab. Pull the light)

The night is long, and there is a dark fragrance in the room. At this moment, the soul-cleansing love envelopes the two people who are entangled endlessly, as if it is endless, and it will not rest until death.

——I am the dividing line with love——

At three or four o'clock in the morning, Hushanju is completely silent, as if isolated from the world.

Li Zhexi stood outside the toilet: "How is it? Are you alright?"

Song Zeyou's weak and hoarse voice came out, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.

After a long time, the toilet door opened, and Song Zeyou walked out with a pale face.

Li Zhexi wanted to hug him, but was rejected.

"Still want to go to the bathroom?"

"……Um."

Song Zeyou lay on the bed, motionless.

Li Zhexi lay beside him, "...you didn't bleed there, it's just a little red and swollen, really."

"What do you want to say?" Song Zeyou felt too ashamed, and buried his face in the quilt.

The bed had been messed up by them, and now it was covered with a large bath towel.

"You have great potential...your ass is in great shape..."

"..." Song Zeyou finally exploded, got up and strangled Li Zhexi's neck.

The two of them crossed this hurdle, and finally put aside all the taboos, estrangements and gaps, which is gratifying.

Song Zeyou's cell phone was blown up, and there was no power at all.

After sleeping and having lunch, he really came back to his senses.

He didn't ask for leave from work, and he said he went back to sleep last night, but he didn't come back all night, and he didn't answer a single call. When the phone rang wildly, he was being pressured by Li Zhexi to do bad things.