half life after rebirth

What's wrong? "

kiss him? ! .

Zhang Ming's hands trembled a little, and the anger in his heart finally couldn't be suppressed, and he spoke quickly: "Do you like men? It's not just what you say."

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34. Ambiguous Escalation ([-])

"Zhang Ming..." Being pressed tightly on the bed by Zhang Ming, unknown fear surged into Yang Chen's heart. Zhang Ming, what exactly is he thinking? !

Pressing Yang Chen's crotch with one hand and his forehead with the other, Zhang Ming kissed Yang Chen's face as if venting his anger, and bit his earlobe.

"Zhang Ming, this body is mine now, don't treat me as him..." Yang Chen twisted his body and waved his arms trying to break free from Zhang Ming's restraint.No matter what he said, Zhang Ming acted as if he hadn't heard it. He just focused on doing his own thing, biting the protrusion on Yang Chen's chest through a layer of clothes, and moved his hand on Yang Chen's forehead, pressing half of his arm. On his shoulder, the hand moving between Yang Chen's crotch never stopped.

"Don't continue, if you go on like this, I will never forgive you!" The pain in his chest made Yang Chen extremely uncomfortable. Yang Chen kicked his legs, reached out and grabbed Zhang Ming's hand that was resting in his crotch, desperately pull aside.

Zhang Ming took the tie from the bedside table, tightly tied Yang Chen's hands, and lowered his head to cover Yang Chen's mouth.Yang Chen closed his mouth and refused to open it, so Zhang Ming squeezed his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, poking his tongue in and invading like a storm, leaving no room for each other.

Compared with Zhang Ming who often went to the gym to exercise, Yang Chen's body was weak and vulnerable. After his hands were tied, the only parts he could use to resist were his legs.But every time he raised his knees to resist, he was pressed tightly against the bed by Zhang Ming in two or three seconds.

"Shouting so loudly, do you want Nan Yao and Yang Song to come in?" Zhang Ming pulled Yang Chen's arm up and whispered in his ear.

Yang Chen's bright eyes dimmed instantly.

His clothes were stripped off, and Zhang Ming touched almost every inch of his skin. Yang Chen could clearly feel how Zhang Ming had imprinted marks on his body one after another, and could feel that he was trying his best to tease himself, and also It can be felt that Zhang Ming directly put that thing in his mouth after he couldn't provoke his passion/desire.

"I hate you." Yang Chen called softly, and then remained silent, tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking the sheets.

"I love you."

Zhang Ming replied in his heart.

The foreplay was so full, but Zhang Ming didn't make it to the end. After Yang Chen shot the white liquid, he stopped and didn't continue.Zhang Ming gently untied Yang Chen's tie, wrapped him in the quilt, and held him in his arms.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Nan Yao's loud voice rang outside the door: "Aren't you getting up yet? What about Yang Song's breakfast?"

When she got up to go to the bathroom, she saw that Yang Song had finished dressing and was sitting on the sofa reading a book alone.Worried that something bad happened to them here, I rushed over to ask.

Looking at Yang Chen who was trembling in his arms, Zhang Ming shouted loudly: "You can just make him something, let's sleep for a while."

It was the first time in history that both of them stayed in bed. Even though they knew that Zhang Ming was lying to her, Nan Yao still did as he said.Anyway, it was useless for her to come forward for things that Zhang Ming couldn't settle.

After the outside calmed down, Zhang Ming hugged Yang Chen and lay on the bed, motionless.

"I don't like men, I'm not gay." Yang Chen said softly, "Mom and Dad hate homosexuality."

Zhang Ming didn't say anything, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

The bedroom was so quiet that almost no sound could be heard. Zhang Ming couldn't help but think of the summer vacation of the first year of high school, the afternoon when Yang Chen got drunk.

"Xiaochen." Zhang Ming knelt beside the bed, calling softly to see if he was really asleep.

He yelled several times and Yang Chen didn't respond, it seems that the drunk Xiaochen slept soundly.Zhang Ming smiled softly, and kissed it with confidence. After Yang Chen opened his mouth in a daze, he stuck his tongue in in surprise, tasting the sweetness of his first kiss.Touching Yang Chen's hair and his cheeks, Zhang Ming felt in his heart that he could spend his whole life with the people around him. He really liked Yang Chen, since he was a child.

As people often say, happiness is always short-lived.

Zhang Ming, who was completely immersed in happiness, did not realize that the two women had already arrived at the door of the bedroom at this time.Seeing the scene inside the house, Yang Chen's mother was already stunned. His mother walked over and slapped him.

"Why are you so shameless!"

Zhang Ming looked at his mother in disbelief. Since he was sensible, this was the first time he was scolded and beaten.

"Mingming, you were joking just now, you have always regarded Xiaochen as your younger brother, right?" Yang Chen's mother walked to Zhang Ming's side and rubbed his immediately swollen side face.

"Don't worry about him, I'll take him back now." The mother grabbed Zhang Ming and walked straight out. When she passed her, the mother said apologetically, "I will give you an explanation."

"Kneel down!" This was the first sentence his mother said after entering the door, and it was also the last sentence his father said before he came back.

At that time, she was young and energetic, and she deeply felt that there was nothing wrong with liking Xiaochen. When she was kneeling, she clenched her fists tightly and clenched her teeth to hold on to every second.

This kneeling, kneeling at ten o'clock in the evening.

"Mingming, what are you doing kneeling in the living room, making your mother angry?" Zhang Ze smiled and walked to his son, teasing.

Hearing her husband's tone, Zhang Ming's mother quickly became angry: "Ask him what good he has done?"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ze smiled and sat on the sofa, crossing Erlang's legs.His son never made him worry about it since he was a child, but now he heard his wife say that, he just thought it was her exaggerating her temper and magnifying some trivial matter.

"Your son, he kissed Chenchen's mouth while Chenchen was asleep." He didn't feel this way when he was at Yang Chen's house. He would say this in front of her husband, and Zhang Ming's mother started crying after she finished speaking.

"Kiss Yang Chen?!" Zhang Ze's expression changed, he raised his leg and stepped on Zhang Ming's back.

The husband was so angry that Zhang Ming's mother immediately panicked, and quickly grabbed his arm to prevent him from beating him: "I haven't asked him yet, maybe Mingming is just drunk, maybe..."

Picking up Zhang Ming's collar, Zhang Ze said angrily, "Tell me, what's going on with you and Yang Chen?"

Zhang Ming looked at his father fearlessly, and said seriously, "I like him. In this life, I only like him."

Zhang Ze punched Zhang Ming in the face, and kicked him several times at the crook of the leg: "I like it, like it for a lifetime?! Do you know what it means to like a man, like a man for a lifetime?"

There was a smell of blood in his mouth, Zhang Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "I don't know."

"It's homosexuality, the homosexuality that everyone despises!" Zhang Ze's eyes turned red, he was really pissed off by Zhang Ming.

"I'm not gay, I only like Xiaochen, I don't like other men." Zhang Ming stared at his father stubbornly.

"You!" Zhang Ze picked up the bench on the ground and started beating. This beating hit Zhang Ming's mother on the back, "What are you doing?!"

Looking at his crying wife, Zhang Ze was really anxious and angry.

"Mingming said that he only likes Xiaochen and doesn't like other men, that is to say, only Xiaochen is special." Zhang Ming's mother continued, "As long as we move away from Xiaochen, Mingming will I will forget him. After a long time, Mingming will definitely like other girls."

"Mom, I don't want to move, I want to stay here." Zhang Ming said anxiously.

Zhang Ze ignored the mother and son, and sat on the sofa in a state of exhaustion: "Isn't there a university that asked me to come and take a substitute class? Pack up and pack up, let's move tomorrow."

"Dad!" Zhang Ming shouted quickly, "It's okay if you don't go, I don't want to go!"

"You want to piss me and your mother to death before you are willing!" Zhang Ze stepped on the coffee table, spilling the contents on the floor, making the floor a mess.

"Mingming, don't make us angry again, please, let's move, I beg you."

Facing his mother who was about to kneel in front of him, Zhang Ming supported her, closed his eyes and nodded.

His mother's eyes immediately showed joy that he couldn't ignore.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhang Ming took out a brand new notebook from the drawer, and wrote Yang Chen's name with a stroke of a pen.There are fourteen characters in a line, seven for Yang and seven for Chen.Twenty lines per page, a total of 140 Yang Chen.Writing it over and over again, it was as if seeing Yang Chen standing in front of him smiling, the joke that made him happy in the afternoon actually made him feel sad now.

Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing out that idiot who couldn't even guess the boxing game, but it was a smile so bitter that it made people want to cry.

Zhang Ming never thought that he would cry.

But involuntarily, as I wrote, tears fell, and the blue-black ink on the paper blurred, turning into a light blue dot.

The more I write, the more forgetful I feel, the more I can't stop my tears. Even though my writing style is getting sharper and sharper, I still can't bear to write his name indiscriminately.

It seems that if the name is spelled messily, his love for Yang Chen will be gone.

It takes one night to write, and it takes a whole notebook to write.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ming finally fell asleep on the bed, holding in his arms a notebook full of Yang Chen's name.

"Xiaochen, just live together like this, after a long time, you will fall in love with me, right?"