Little Slag Rebirth

The man gently licked and kissed every inch of the boy's body, as if expressing intimacy between beasts.

The boy's neck is very sensitive, and it will shake a little when the warm breath is sprayed on it. If he licks it back and forth with more force, the boy will want to shrink up impatiently, but he is pressed by himself and cannot move, so he can only turn his head once. , biting his lip innocently to endure, occasionally a small voice would come out, and the next moment the young man forcibly swallowed it back.

The thin and delicate clavicle line is elegant and reserved, and when the lips touch it, it is like kissing the tender willow branch that has just been pulled out. It is as clean as a newborn, and it is not stained with dust.

The man lowered his head, took the small fruit on the boy's chest into his mouth, and pressed it with a rough tongue. Sure enough, he heard the boy's whimper. Sad, as soon as he uttered a sound, he was held in his throat by the young man, waiting for the man to roll up his tongue and suck heavily, the sob could not help but slipped out of his throat happily again.

The small fruit on the boy's chest slowly bloomed like a flower bud under the man's lips and tongue, showing a beautiful red and tender color. Looking at the boy's emotional expression fascinatedly, the man's teeth touched the delicate fruit inadvertently .

"Ah..." The young man couldn't help panting, he seemed to find it amused, and the usually calm man also played tricks. He repeatedly ground the poor little fruit with his teeth, watching the young man couldn't hold back the sobs in his throat.

"...um... um..." The voice was like a kitten, which made the man's heart soft, but it also tickled his heart. He wanted to bully him again, but the boy seemed to murmur something, the man leaned closer, After hearing it clearly, he licked the little fruit that was about to swell, "Well, we won't do it anymore."

Only then did the young man breathe a sigh of relief. Because of the stimulation just now, the corners of his eyes glowed with water, which wet the curly eyelashes, making him look extremely pitiful. The man's eyes darkened from the innocence and charm, and he covered his lips with the blooming spring as if bewitched.color, set.The hand holding the boy's lower body suddenly sped up its movements.

He had already gotten used to the gentle and slow rhythm of the man just now, but the sudden change caused the young man to let out a series of helpless moans.Moaning, it seemed that something was accumulating little by little in his body, and it was about to burst. The dangerous and exciting feeling made the young man a little scared. He grasped the man's arm tightly, as if he could rely on it.

The sound of wet and sticky water sounded in the room, ambiguous and sensational, the man stared obsessively at the young man below him, his eyes were warm and sad, "Lianxia..." What should I do with you...

He guarded this child for 15 years.

In the beginning, it was just a soft little ball, with small hands and feet, which looked fragile and harmless, but those big amber-like eyes would follow him around, and the child's eyes were bright and bright , he could clearly see his own shadow from inside, he held the young baby in his arms, and felt amazing—so small, yet so warm.This is the first time since he can remember, there is a life that embraces him so intimately, sharing each other's body temperature and heartbeat, like two little beasts snuggling up to each other.

Mu Xiangqiu wondered if his mother who died early hugged him like this when he was young, tenderly and intimately.

But after that day, he knew that he had someone to hug and snuggle with, that little baby with the same blood as him, his brother.

His father accompanied his wife who had just given birth in the hospital. At that time, Mu Xiangqiu could not calmly call Xiao Ya "mother". Although he matured precociously, he was still just a child, and he had thought more than once that if Xiao Ya hadn't appeared , then everything will be different.Regarding Mu Tianhua, although he never said it, Mu Xiangqiu may have resentment in his heart, but he kept all this in his heart and never showed it.

But when holding that soft child, the previous thoughts can no longer be found.

He actually knew that even if Xiao Ya didn't show up, there would still be someone else, not to mention that there is no "if" in the world. The brother who acts like a baby and can be naughty.

This younger brother will look at him with trusting eyes, will rush over to call himself "brother", will tell himself the naive but simple and bright world in his eyes, will hug himself with his small and short arms, and say "brother, you Don't cry, Lianxia will be uncomfortable watching it."

After that, he never cried again. No matter how difficult it was, he always remembered the temperature when the child hugged him, and the sentence "brother, don't cry". He thought, I don't cry, I don't want my baby to suffer.

Except for one time, at Gailan's place, that inexplicable tear, he couldn't remember the reason for his tears, he could only feel a little emotion left in his chest - like watching the most important treasure in his life shatter and wither little by little , fatigued into dust, but can't do anything.He stretched out his hand, held it, and opened it again, but there was nothing. Even if the feeling of powerlessness and despair was only a little bit left, it made him sleepless for many nights.

He didn't dare to imagine how he would face it if that day really came true.

The little meatball at the beginning grew up little by little, like a willow, pulling out its branches and stretching its body. He grew taller and went to elementary school. The pride in his eyebrows was so dazzling. This child was spoiled by himself. explain.But next time, I still can't help pampering and protecting the child, lest he hurt a little bit.

Then, seemingly overnight, that child became sensible, and he would clumsily care about himself, worry about his body, and pester the kitchen for ecstasy soup.But he was still so stubborn, and he didn't give up even though he was injured. He said he wanted to be a man and walk side by side with him.

The child wrapped his immature arms around himself, as if they were both young, cuddling each other, "Brother, Lianxia will never leave again." The child's voice was soft, but he took a knife , Saying this sentence is cherished and engraved in the safest place in my heart, there, only his baby can come in, and no one else can.

I have also thought about what will happen after my child grows up. At that time, my baby must grow up to be a very outstanding person. He will also fall in love with a gentle and virtuous woman, form a family, and then have his own children, supporting each other Let's go on, hand in hand.

As for himself, he will always be by his side. He will protect this person for the rest of his life.

When his younger brother leaves him, he will be lost and feel sad, but he can't selfishly lock the child in a world with only two people, he is reluctant, he hopes his baby can get the best, can see the scenery of the world, and try What you want to do in your heart.

Mu Xiangqiu hopes that he can give Mu Lianxia a rich and colorful life by doing his best.Even if that means he will leave himself.

Mu Xiangqiu has always thought this way, he thought he could watch the child leave, as long as the other side of the road is happiness.

He left, facing those conspiracies and tricks alone in this place thousands of miles away from the child, the danger is unpredictable, he thought, I must be strong enough, strong enough to protect that person, and let him be free from worries for the rest of his life.

But he miscalculated a bit, the farther away he was, the more he missed him, and he didn't even dare to go back to see that child. The feelings in his heart were silently polished by time and distance, and slowly changed when he didn't even notice it. , until the child in my memory traveled thousands of miles away and appeared in front of me on my own initiative. The little child at that time grew up to be a graceful young man with a beautiful figure, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and his elegance is peerless.

At the airport, he hugged the boy, and he could no longer be sure of the previous oath, how could he let go of this boy?

How can he let go of...

How could he be willing to let go...

"Lianxia," the man pressed the boy's forehead, his hands were so intimate, but his voice was faint, like the thin layer of ice on the river in early winter, "you will have... a girl you like in the future, you will ...to be with her, to form a family, you ..."

He took a slow breath and continued, "You will have your own child, and you will love him very much... You will also have grandchildren... Baby, you... will be very happy..."

Every few words, the man paused, and then continued calmly.

He always remembered this sentence, three years ago, the man said this to the child in his arms; during the three years, he also said this to himself countless times.

The man approached the slightly parted lips and entangled them fiercely, but the movements of his hands were gentle and patient. The person under him twisted unbearably, but he couldn't break free, and he couldn't bear to leave this embrace, those groans.The moans were all wrapped around the intertwined lips and teeth of the two of them by the man, back and forth, lingering and lingering, the tip of the little tongue timidly shrank in place, not knowing how to deal with this strong intruder, the man was furious Wrapping the boy's soft tongue, sucking, licking and biting, he couldn't bear to let it go.

Lingering to death, it turned out to be such a desperate and sad word.

It took a long time before the man let the boy go. He quietly watched the boy panting impatiently, and his small lips opened and closed hurriedly.

"Heh..." He pulled out a smile, and something slowly settled in his dark eyes, "You know... just thinking about it like this, I can hardly help but want to lock you up, only by my side, who I can't see it, and no one will give it to..."

The strength in his hand gradually increased, the little desire of the young man trembled in his generous palm, crying, even though he knew that this person gave him the unbearable feeling, he still instinctively got closer to this person, and even closer , his body was so agitated that it was about to explode, and what was coming made him fearful and anxious, only that familiar existence was the one he had always trusted and relied on.

The man held the boy's white palm over his heart, "Lianxia, ​​here, it hurts..."

The uneven touch under the palm of his hand seemed to evoke some kind of memory. The young man's slender fingertips gently stroked the scar, his black eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned closer, gently falling like petals on the hideous scar. The same kiss, "No...it hurts..." Even though his mind is in a mess now, he still remembers that person's voice and the scar on that person's chest.

The ice and depression in the man's eyes melted into a warm light under that kiss, and he printed his lips on the boy's, with a pious gesture, like an oath.

If this is a crime, please give me the most severe punishment.

The movements of his hands were gentle and crazy, and the young man finally couldn't help raising his voice. The voice was long and melodious, with a catchy ending. The poor Qingya wept and released it in the warm palm, a tear seemed to stream from the corner of his eye. Falling, falling in the hair, disappearing.

The author has something to say: "Finally wrote, finished" article:

Feng Xin: "Hey, where is the author?"

Uncle Qin "pointed to the corner": "Here, over there."

Feng Xin was "angry": "What is this guy eating? How can you ignore me?!"

Sun Shaobin said with a "calm face": "Red dates."

Feng Xin "stare at—"

Sun Shaobin: "Hey, the author had a lot of nosebleeds when she was writing, and she made up for it, so did you have one too?"

Everyone "stare at—"

Feng Xin: "Look at the wool, labor and capital are in good health, so don't eat red dates to replenish blood..." /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~But your sister really wants to eat...

ps: In the last chapter, there was still a girl whose waist was flashed, Sajia is really... I lie down and poke (╯﹏╰)

The next time will be on Tuesday, these chapters are written so that Sajia is really excited, my brother makes me feel so distressed, is there anything? !

Also, Sister Ink Painting, did you throw another mine?What is it?