two-way mark

The bathtub in the hotel is heated. Chi Xiye stretched out his sore body, leaned against Yan Cheng's arms affectionately, grabbed his hand and asked, "At that time... you didn't sign the divorce agreement at that time, did you?"

Yan Cheng was taken aback for a moment before he dug up this matter from his distant memory.

After Chi Xiye left, Yan Cheng tore up the divorce agreement that was left behind, and then suddenly regretted it, so he picked it up and glued it up bit by bit, and put it in a photo frame-style stand and placed it beside the bed.

He would look at the divorce agreement every day and use it to warn him of the mistakes he had made.

But Yan Cheng didn't tell Chi Xiye about this matter, he just said "um" in a low voice, and said honestly: "I didn't sign it. I don't want to divorce you, and I'm afraid that if I sign it, I will lose you completely, so I made my own decision." Buckle it down."

Chi Xiye did not speak, and lowered his head, turning the ring on Yan Cheng's hand.

Yan Cheng was a little nervous, he remembered that Chi Xiye said he hated his self-assertive behavior the most, he was a little scared for a moment, and tightened his grip on Chi Xiye.

Chi Xiye seemed to feel Yan Cheng's nervousness, and smiled softly, and inserted his fingers into Yan Cheng's, "That's good, otherwise we still have to remarry, how troublesome it would be."

Chi Xiye looked up at Yan Cheng, and asked him again: "What about my ring? Where did you put it?"

He said in a joking tone: "You won't bury it in the tomb, will we still get it out?"

But this relaxed tone did not infect Yan Cheng. Just as he mentioned the cemetery, Yan Cheng's whole body tensed up. After Chi Xiye finished speaking, Yan Cheng stretched out his arms and hugged Chi Xiye tightly. All the fear came flooding back at this moment.

Only when you have truly lost, will you know how painful the separation between life and death is.

Fortunately, he lost it and got it back, but once Yan Cheng thought that if there was any mistake in the operation back then, he might really lose Chi Xiye forever and everything now would become an empty dream, so he still couldn't help being afraid.

With trembling lips, he licked the back of Chi Xiye's ear. Chi Xiye lowered his head meekly and let Yan Cheng kiss him, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

Chi Xiye had realized a long time ago that even though he himself was actually standing in front of Yan Cheng and leaning against Yan Cheng's arms, Yan Cheng still didn't dare to mention his fake death back then, but this was not a good omen, so he had no choice but to use He quietly mentioned it in a relaxed tone, wanting Yan Cheng to accept it, but he didn't expect Yan Cheng's reaction to be so strong.

He was still too anxious.

Yan Cheng sucked a red mark under Chi Xiye's earlobe, and then slowly said, "The ring is at home."

"Well, let's go back and pick it up tomorrow." Chi Xiye wanted to find something else to talk about the cemetery, but Yan Cheng didn't follow Chi Xiye's topic.

"The cemetery is empty." Yan Cheng said suddenly: "At that time, you left nothing but the glands...but I was not willing to bury the glands."

"I'm afraid that I have nothing left with me, and I don't know how to miss you, so I just keep your glands in my body, so that I will never lose them."

Chi Xiye was silent for a while.

No matter how much I guessed, it would not be as shocking as Yan Cheng's own words.

Yan Cheng's words contained an indelible sadness, Chi Xiye thought to himself, this is how Yan Cheng has been here for the past four years, and because he has been hopelessly missing him, he retreated timidly after four years.

Chi Xiye asked in a hoarse voice: "Then your tomb... Is your tomb standing behind me because you are thinking of me?"

"Because..." Yan Cheng had just begun to speak, when he suddenly realized, "How do you know?"

Chi Xiye simply turned around, spread his feet around Yan Cheng's waist, held Yan Cheng's face with both hands and bit his lips, "Because I saw it."

Chi Xiye gently rubbed Yan Cheng's face with his fingers, as if he wanted to make up for the four years that he hadn't seen, "I wanted to see my own tomb, but I saw yours too. I thought... "

Chi Xiye choked up and didn't continue talking. Yan Cheng knew that Chi Xiye had misunderstood, so he patted Chi Xiye's back distressedly.

"I'm fine." Yan Cheng said, "I'm afraid you'll be alone, and I know you don't want to see me, so I might as well erect a monument for myself, maybe I can be buried directly when I die one day, and I'll always be behind you watching you, accompanying you looking at you."

"Yan..." Chi Xiye stopped temporarily, and wrapped his arms around Yan Cheng's neck and changed the address he hadn't called in four years: "Sir..."

Chi Xiye said: "You don't have to be behind me, you have to stand beside me and walk forward holding hands with me."

Before they got married, in that manor, Yan Cheng said to Chi Xiye who was behind him: "You don't have to stand behind me."

Now that he came back again, Yan Cheng was willing to stand behind Chi Xiye, and Chi Xiye said, "You have to stand by my side."

Yan Cheng helped Chi Xiye dry his body with a bath towel, and then took a new bathrobe to put on Chi Xiye, but Chi Xiye grabbed him.

Yan Cheng looked down at Chi Xiye suspiciously. Chi Xiye stood in front of the mirror and turned around. He couldn't help hissing, and pointed to the marks on his body with his head raised: "So I can go out tomorrow?" ?”

Yan Cheng followed Chi Xiye's fingers and looked at Chi Xiye's neck. His fair skin was covered with hickey marks, and there was even a circle of red marks left when he strangled his neck.

Going down is even more outrageous, teeth | marks and bruised pinch | marks are intertwined, wrapping around Chi Xiye's body like vines.

Yan Cheng couldn't help reddening his ears, helped Chi Xiye get dressed, and wanted to carry him to the bed, but when he came out, he found that the bed was a mess and there was no way to sleep, so he had to put Chi Xiye on the sofa first: "sorry."

Yan Cheng said in a low voice: "I think I should be fine...it won't be like this next time."

Chi Xiye looked at Yan Cheng with a smile that was not a smile, and found that Yan Cheng, who had always been aggressive and pure, looked like this when he was shy.

Yan Cheng felt chills down his spine when he saw that, thinking of the well-behaved and obedient Chi Xiye in the past, his whole body was a little confused, but he had to admit that no matter what kind of Chi Xiye he was, he had an invincible attraction to him.

Yan Cheng poured a glass of warm water for Chi Xiye, he realized that Chi Xiye might have shouted too much, and his throat was a little hoarse, "Shall I go and open another room for you?"

"Still open the room?" Chi Xiye no longer pretended to be obedient, and said unexpectedly: "Sir, what about the possessiveness that you agreed to? At this time, shouldn't you curl me up and put it in your pocket?"

"What nonsense?" Yan Cheng pinched Chi Xiye's nose, a little hesitant.

Chi Xiye looked at him for a while, remembering that Yan Cheng didn't want him to go back when he was in the car earlier, he simply joked: "Why, you can't bear the loneliness in the golden house, can you?"

"How is it possible!" Yan Cheng frowned and denied, "That's our home, there's no one else!"

Chi Xiye asked: "Then why don't you want me to go back? That's my home too."

In the past, Yan Cheng would always run with Chi Xiye's train of thought, even if Chi Xiye posed the question, Yan Cheng could deftly shift the topic away, leaving Chi Xiye only an ambiguous place where he could advance or retreat. explanation of.

Those are the skills he honed from the negotiation field, but they should not be used in life, let alone his lover.

After a long time, Yan Cheng sighed, took out the clothes for Chi Xiye, and helped him put them on again.

"Let's go." After Yan Cheng changed his clothes, he took Chi Xiye's hand: "Let's go home."