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Zhong Xincheng squatted at the door, pricking up his ears like a rascal to listen to the movement outside the door. Yan Shu outside didn't stay for long, but after a short silence, he knocked on the door three times, and an indistinct voice came:

"Xincheng, check WeChat."

WeChat?

Zhong Xincheng didn't know, so he took out his phone, a message flashed on the screen, he clicked in to read it, his facial expression was stiff.

[The dog man is silent]: (smiling)

The friendly expression that middle-aged and old people love most, four points for ridicule, three points for ridicule, two points for unhappy, and one point for you to die today.Yan Shu didn't send anything else, Zhong Xincheng glanced at the peephole of the door, and found that the figure of the person in front of the door had disappeared.

With his back against the door, Zhong Xincheng slowly slid down to the ground, gloating in his heart, and 2 minutes later, he replied with an emoji: Respect for our friendship.jpg

The two goblets collided against the backdrop of flowers and butterflies flying, and golden glints swam above them. Zhong Xincheng didn't wait for Yan Shu's reaction, but saw a red dot appear out of thin air on the message board.

[Oscar's Bead of Qingshanchi]: "Did you see the Yunnan Baiyao spray in my bag? Please help me take it downstairs."

Are you injured?

"Okay." The signal in the hotel was not good, and the news was still circulating, and it hadn't been sent out for a long time.

Zhong Xincheng stared at the sudden message from Tang Zhen in a daze. His gaze was dazed enough, and it took a few seconds for his hesitant footsteps to become firm. Tang Zhen's Yunnan Baiyao was placed in a conspicuous position, and it was indeed not difficult to find.

He picked up the bottle, but luckily he hadn't changed when he entered the house, went to the door and pulled off the anti-theft chain to open the door.When the light outside the door covered the field of vision together with a certain shadow, Zhong Xincheng finally realized what was wrong.

How could Tang Zhen know that he is in the hotel now?

How could Tang Zhen say "please" to him?

In desperation, he blocked the door with his hands, but suddenly half a foot appeared under the door frame, and then the man outside the door vigorously pressed against the door handle, followed by the man's ruthless mockery:

"No way, no way, are there still single animals who dare to open the door to strangers?"

Zhong Xincheng's hand that touched the corner of the door hurt, and after pressing on the wound, he suddenly withdrew it like an electric shock. This gave Yan Shu an opportunity, and saw a tall and long-legged young fish sneak into the room, the door was locked, and the anti-theft chain was locked. The sound of dead Gada echoed in my ears.

"It doesn't hurt?"

Yunnan Baiyao fell on the ground and rolled away for a long time.

The right wrist was caught, and Zhong Xincheng was pressed against the wall by Yan Shu, with his shoulder blades against the wall, and there was a gap in the partition wall behind his waist. Yan Shu restrained the restless child, looked down at Zhong Xincheng with his deep eyes, and murmured asked.

The atmosphere was a bit wrong, the heat and tenderness coming from all directions enveloped his entire consciousness, and the lines of his neck were slender and fragile when he raised his neck.He lowered his head, feeling Yan Shu gently and slowly rubbing the most sensitive and delicate skin of his wrist with his fingers, which were as hot as a branding iron.

"It won't hurt if you don't come in." Zhong Xincheng struggled to stop, but was not stopped by Yan Shu.

"You made me think wrongly, Xincheng." Yan Shu smiled sullenly, he raised his hand to stroke Zhong Xincheng's hair, and suddenly saw that the belated child seemed to think of something, and his neck turned red from his neck to the roots of his ears.

You see, this bad dialogue.

Yan Shu is really a liar.

"Liar." Zhong Xincheng dodged his gaze, leaning his elbows against the wall behind him, condemning in a low voice.

"I can't help it, soldiers never tire of cheating." Yan Shu shrugged his shoulders as if helpless, his arm was inserted horizontally in Zhong Xincheng's waist, the child was thin and could be hugged in his arms as soon as he scooped it up.

The distance was shortened extremely quickly, and it was closer than any contact he had ever experienced. The young man's chest was broad enough, and his powerful heartbeat whipped all of Zhong Xincheng's senses.The back of his neck was gently rubbed by Yan Shu's hands, half of his face was buried on the man's shoulder, and he whispered in his ear, bewitching and alluring:

"I like you, Xincheng."

Zhong Xincheng froze, but jumped up and down in the narrow ground like a grasshopper caught in a bamboo basket.But Yan Shu's body was very hot, and all his actions were gentle and decisive, as if he was bound to win.

"What if I don't like you?" Zhong Xincheng opened his wet eyes, leaning half on Yan Shu's shoulder, and asked softly.

For a person like Zhong Xincheng, it is difficult to observe his words and demeanor, because he always uses a cold expression and indifferent gaze to isolate all signs of emotional transmission.But this is only when there is a certain distance. If the distance is negative, the situation may be reversed.

Under the most alienated expression is the most ardent and longing heart, and under the most isolated and indifferent reaction is the eagerness to get close.

Because Yan Shu could feel the child's intense heartbeat, see the blush covering the earlobe, and perceive the hypothetical teasing intentionally under the man's words.

"Then I'll chase again." Yan Shu hugged him even tighter, "Only rely on Yan Shu."

"Where's Yan Wusheng?" Zhong Xincheng said sullenly.

"My kids don't like me taking shortcuts." Lowering his head slightly, Yan Shu's lips could touch the tips of Zhong Xincheng's red ears, his breath was very hot, and he swirled and drilled in.Zhong Xincheng felt itchy, he lingered and tilted his head, and then heard Yan Shu say: "But it actually feels good to be hung up."

Zhong Xincheng just finds it funny, and now he is still nostalgic for the days of exclusive information. He clearly has not forgotten that Yan Shu once showed his love to him in a silent skin. I thought, I didn't expect that "she" was actually him.

"You can get out now." Zhong Xincheng's tone was extremely cold.

Yan Shu: ...

"You have no heart." Yan Shu said helplessly.

"Senior brother, did you just know?" Zhong Xincheng answered the call, and he wanted to say something more, when suddenly he heard the phone ring, it was a WeChat call from Tang Zhen.

Yan Shu's face was full of smiles, but his hands quietly let go of Zhong Xincheng's waist. He took a step back, and was stared at by Zhong Xincheng's eyes with a knife hidden in his smile, from head to toe.

"Xincheng, did I send you a message just now?" Tang Zhen's voice was sometimes near and far away, and he asked suddenly.

"No." Zhong Xincheng responded with care.

"Then why did you say hello to me?" Tang Zhen was still struggling.

"Maybe..." Zhong Xincheng thought for a while, and wrote lightly: "It's your WeChat that deserves a beating."

Tang Zhen:? ? ?

Yan Shu: ...

……

Tang Zhen hung up the phone, raised his phone in a daze, and said to Cheng Xuanyuan, who was walking with a backpack at the end of the crowd: "Brother, did you see someone touch my phone? Just now."

He went to the bathroom just now, and put his phone in his bag. When he came out, he wanted to swipe his ticket, but suddenly found that Zhong Xincheng responded to a WeChat message out of nowhere.

Outrageous, what's going on?

Cheng Xuanyuan glanced at him, and said angrily: "Don't talk about nothing."

Tang Zhen:? ? ?

……

In the afternoon, the difficult afternoon, Yan Shu still hadn't waited for the child's response. The two sat on the bed and the other sat on the desk and chair. The child played mobile games with a cold face, while Yan Shu moved around restlessly.

"Xincheng, do you want some water?" Yan Shu twisted a bottle of mineral water and handed it to the child's face, like a big dog wagging its tail.

"Don't drink."

"Xincheng, do you want to try Crayfish Burger? The new Ula-Ula non-spicy version is very suitable for you." Yan Shuyang flattered the takeout interface.

"Not hungry."

"Xincheng, do you want to..."

"No, you're so noisy." Zhong Xincheng said irritablely, and suddenly at this moment, he had the real feeling that "Yan Shu and Yan Wusheng are actually the same person"—because it was really noisy, and Yan Shu, after taking off the disguise, was trying to please this person. One layer is blessed.Their current way of getting along is very similar to when they first met on the Internet, and there is an illusion of going back in time.

Yan Shu turned off his cell phone, walked straight to Zhong Xincheng, his eyes were dimmed, with dark fire hidden.His expression was full of aggressiveness and attack, and Zhong Xincheng had to raise his head to look at him with such a strong sense of oppression, but as soon as he raised his face, his chin was pinched by two fingers.

"Then teach me how to shut up, okay?"

Close, too close, so close that Zhong Xincheng could clearly see the thick and sparse eyelashes, curled upwards, folded into a large ambiguous shadow.

Zhong Xincheng's phone was left on the side, and the killing sound effects kept coming and going, and the kid who knew he had hung up without even looking at it would definitely be reported soon.But Zhong Xincheng couldn't be half-hearted, all his attention was focused on Yan Shu's movements.

The bed at hand was sunken, and someone used it as a fulcrum to pile up all the restless weight and emotions, like finding an unsinkable island in the turbulent waves.Zhong Xincheng's hand was firmly pressed by another warm palm, unable to move at all.

He avoided Yan Shu's straightforward gaze and did not resist, but his body stretched into a dead fish.

Yan Shu knew that he was reckless.

So when there was still a finger distance, he chose to evacuate first.

"Are you looking forward to it?" Yan Shu squinted his eyes and smiled, loosened his fingers, and carefully studied Zhong Xincheng's expression.

Zhong Xincheng's face was blank, and the slight pain in his jaw still remained, but the sultry thief chose to commit an attempted crime?

"Actually, I just want to get closer to you, otherwise I would always want to say something and let you respond to me." Yan Shu stroked Zhong Xincheng's hair, as if coaxing a child, speaking honestly and calmly.

The indifference on Zhong Xincheng's face was completely peeled off, his fingers were clenched tightly, grasping the quilt tightly, kneading the flat white cloth into a post-modern abstract painting.His displeasure was hidden in his expression, and the hand stretched into the air was precise and powerful.

Yan Shu really didn't react, and when he regained his consciousness, a pair of thin and cool lips had already pressed against him.

The collar was tightly grabbed, and the thin sweetheart stumbled and leaned on him, with the resentment of a young lion tearing and biting a hunting toy.His brows and eyes were still cold, his movements were green and impatient, and his fingertips were even trembling slightly.

A child who has never been kissed can only rub on the surface.

Yan Shu didn't respond, and let Zhong Xincheng lead the kiss that could only be regarded as a touch. The child retreated panting, and challenged each word coldly: "Aren't you good?"

Yan Shu: ...

Yan Shu picked up the battered masculine self-esteem bit by bit, and glued it back to its original appearance with [-] glue. He narrowed his eyes and raised Zhong Xincheng's chin again.

This time, what Zhong Xincheng met was a pair of eyes full of desire and deterrence.

"you try?"