Pillow people and dignitaries

"Baby, are you chatting?"

"Ah."

Mu Zeqiao repeatedly read the text message sent by the other party more than ten times, flexed his thumb, typed a word on the screen lightly, and pressed send.

At three o'clock in the morning, the bedroom was dimly lit, and the mobile phone in Mu Zeqiao's hand was the only source of light.

He turned the phone's brightness to the lowest and turned on silent.

Mu Zeqiao has a serious sleep disorder. A few minutes ago, the mobile phone placed on the bedside table rang, waking him up who was constantly entangled with nightmares.

The screen of the phone was on, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. After adapting to the harsh light, he stretched out his arm from under the quilt and took the phone. An unread text message was displayed on it.

After trying several passwords in succession, the lock screen reminded that there was one last chance. He pondered for a while with his eyelashes down, and typed a series of numbers uncertainly.

Password is correct.

Then he saw the text message just now.

"Master Lu, I miss you so much."

Another message was displayed on the screen, full of pornography and sexual hints, Mu Zeqiao hesitated for a while, imitating the tone of the sleeping man next to him, and replied to the other party.

"Hey, I miss you too."

"I just took a shower, do you want to see it?"

"What do you say?"

Soon a photo was sent over, it was a half/nude/body of a white man, the angle was chosen to be very attractive, slender and soft waistline, full and round buttocks, the other person was lying on the bed, white The quilt is covered under the tailbone, just revealing the looming buttocks/seam.

Mu Zeqiao flipped through the chat history again, the earliest one was in May last year, nearly ten months have passed since now, that is to say, his pillow man Lu Cheng was born when he was 22 years old. rail.

Possibly even earlier.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the man who was sleeping very peacefully, and a strong anger suddenly rushed to his chest, and his fingers pressing on the screen suddenly exerted force, and the fingertips turned white.

He used so much force that he almost crushed the tempered film directly.

The heart throbbed with pain, as if being tightly held by a hand, and then slowly increased the force to squeeze the beating heart until it deformed.

Both anger and grief come from the 23-year-old Mu Zeqiao, which is the instinctive reaction of this body.

But he is Muzeqiao five years later, and he knows that all this is just a simple beginning.

After 1 minute, the mood returned to normal, Mu Zeqiao saved the picture, took a few more pictures, clicked on the social software, sent them all to himself, and then completely deleted the chat history and photos in Lu Cheng's phone net.

After doing all this, he put down his phone, turned over, and faced Lu Cheng face to face.

Relying on the faint moonlight outside the window, he could clearly see this face that was younger than he remembered. The severe pain exploded in the forehead, and the strange memory fragments pierced into his skull, and the suffocation in the dream was entangled again.

Mu Zeqiao frowned, and gently pressed his temples with his fingertips to relieve the sharp pain in his head.

This year is the fifth year that Mu Zeqiao has officially retired from acting, and it is also the fifth year that he has been with his partner Lu Cheng.

Before the end of filming, Mu Zeqiao was recognized as one of the stars with the most potential. His first youth school movie "Time" was unexpectedly popular, and Mu Zeqiao played the rebellious and affectionate boy in it. It came into the public eye.

With his outstanding appearance, proficient acting skills, and his young age, he has gained tens of millions of fans in just a few months.

The 17-year-old Mu Zeqiao is like a domineering canary, and every move and look in his eyes under the camera has an unruly aura.

This just aroused Lu Cheng's desire to conquer.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

The 17-year-old Mu Zeqiao just verified this sentence.

At first, he turned a blind eye to Cheng Lu's strong offensive, thinking that Cheng Lu could not make any waves, and it was impossible for him to fall in love with a man.

There were fierce collisions between them, fiery eyes interlaced time after time, and inadvertent body contact time after time.

It was as if Lu Cheng was throwing pebbles on the calm and calm lake, throwing two pebbles for one, three pebbles for two, and gradually, sparkling ripples appeared on the lake.

Mu Zeqiao's heart began to waver.

How could Lu Cheng, a veteran in love, not see it?

Taking advantage of Mu Zeqiao's vacillation, Lu Cheng prepared a perfect confession and successfully broke the last line of defense in Mu Zeqiao's heart

During the six months when he was being pursued by Cheng Lu, he would regularly receive a text message of condolence from Cheng Lu every day, occasionally complaining about the boring life, and occasionally thanking him for meeting him.

Lu Cheng is a romantic and warm man.

This is Mu Zeqiao's understanding.

So he willingly became the canary in Lu Cheng's hands.

"Ozawa, what are you moving? Headache?"

Mu Zeqiao froze instantly, slowly raised his head, and met a pair of sleepy eyes.

Lu Cheng's voice was deeply tired, and his eyes were half-open.

Mu Zeqiao breathed a sigh of relief, and adjusted his tone to normal: "Did you wake up?"

With a pair of big hands resting on Mu Zeqiao's waist, Lu Cheng moved to his side, sobering up a little.

"Why didn't you wait for me recently?"

Lu Cheng usually came back at eleven o'clock, but every time Mu Zeqiao would sit quietly on the head of the bed, bend his legs, put a sketchbook on his knees, and draw with a pencil with his head down.A small warm yellow desk lamp was turned on on the bedside table, and the dim light scattered on Mu Zeqiao's side face. The faint light enveloped Mu Zeqiao's whole body, as if it had coated his whole body with a thin layer of gold. .

Lu Cheng pushed open the door, Mu Zeqiao raised his head and raised his lips slightly at him.

Thinking of this scene, Lu Cheng's throat tightened, and his big hands stretched in from the hem of Mu Zeqiao's pajamas, stroking the smooth and delicate skin.

He wanted to kiss Mu Zeqiao.

Sensing his intention, Mu Zeqiao turned his face to the side intentionally and inadvertently, and he slightly touched the corner of his mouth.

"Sleepy."

Mu Zeqiao replied lightly.

Since four days ago, Mu Zeqiao never waited for Lu Cheng, and the small lamp on the bedside table never turned on again.Lu Cheng pushed open the door of the bedroom, and when he entered, it was pitch black, and there was no warm feeling anymore.

The rough fingertips scratched the delicate skin, and Lu Cheng reacted quickly, breathing gradually increased, and fell on Mu Zeqiao's ear.

"Did something happen?"

Mu Zeqiao endured the nausea in his heart, grabbed Lu Cheng's fluttering hand, and lowered his head slightly: "I had a nightmare."

His voice was trembling: "I dreamed that you... cheated, and I died in a car accident. The scalding fire burned my skin, and the choking oily smoke deprived me of the right to breathe."

In the dark bedroom, a trace of panic flashed through Lu Cheng's eyes, and was accurately captured by Mu Zeqiao who watched Lu Cheng from beginning to end.

For a moment, Lu Cheng almost thought that Mu Zeqiao had found out, but the person in his arms was trembling with fear, besides, Mu Zeqiao would never check his phone, and put more than 120 hearts on him.

This kind of Muzeqiao was trained by him.

Thinking of this, Lu Cheng felt a little proud. Under his teaching, the once unruly canary became a young bird that couldn't live without him. He comforted him with a warm voice: "Dreams are all fake, I won't go tomorrow I'm at work, can I stay with you at home?"

Mu Zeqiao's eyes were ice-cold, but he pretended to be afraid and frightened.

it is true.

Five years later, he would die in a car accident.

"No...it's okay, when you have a vacation, can you go on a trip together?"

Lu Cheng's heart softened when he heard this, and he inserted his slender fingers into Mu Zeqiao's fluffy hair, and rubbed it gently twice: "Listen to you."

He lowered his head and kissed Mu Zeqiao's forehead, then kissed the tip of his nose, but was avoided when he was about to touch his lips.

Lu Cheng thought that Mu Zeqiao was still being fettered by the emotions in the nightmare, without any doubt, he turned over and pressed Mu Zeqiao under him, forehead to forehead, fumbling with one hand in the pajamas.

Mu Zeqiao half-closed his eyelids and tilted his head slightly. The moonlight outside the window illuminated his side face, and his slender and curly eyelashes concealed the true emotions in his eyes.

"I do not want to do."

As if he didn't hear, Lu Cheng comforted Mu Zeqiao not to be afraid, while separating Mu Zeqiao's legs.

He hasn't had sex with Mu Zeqiao for almost a week. Although Mu Zeqiao is not as good as the few he raised outside, but just looking at this face, he doesn't know how many grades are higher than those outside. It's also extra soft.

Roughly stretching/opening his fingers behind, Mu Zeqiao still didn't respond, he looked indifferently at the shadow of the whirling tree reflected on the window glass.

The 23-year-old Muzecho was already dead.

That arrogant and rebellious young man died in the cage that Lu Cheng personally built for him.

Lu Cheng was gasping for breath, eager to vent his desire, he didn't care about the abnormality of the person under him, he raised his leg and bumped into it.