fair retaliation

When he came out of the tea ceremony hall, Siming suddenly asked: "Don't you hate these traditional things?"

Ye Jinghui remembered what he said to him, "only went to elementary school", so he smiled and said: "For an uneducated person like me, it's just good to drink, and the rest is not important."

Siming said: "It's good if you don't hate it." He paused, "Because my parents liked these things very much, and I've become interested in them too."

Ye Jinghui felt a little nervous.

His parents like it, and he likes it, so you want him to like the MB?What kind of logic is this.

It's not a relationship between lovers, it's just a money transaction and a hunter game. Is it necessary to be honest with each other about your interests and hobbies?

What the hell is he doing.

The night wind was very cold, so Siming didn't drive the car out of the parking lot, and walked towards the river.

Ye Jinghui naturally followed him to blow the cold wind.

The two walked side by side to the bridge and stopped.

The river water was dyed a beautiful color by the lights on the shore, and rippled with the wind, as if a layer of pearl powder had been sprinkled on the water.The boats decorated with lights and festoons on the river slid slowly, and occasionally I heard the excited cheers of people who took a boat to enjoy the night view.There are many high-rise buildings in the distance, and the gorgeous lanterns decorate the night scene of the entire city with extra splendor.

Siming quietly looked into the distance: "From here, you can see the room I live in, which is the third from the left on the top floor of the Xingyun Building. I bought the house on the top floor on a whim last year, and now I regret it. I plan to sell it and go to a place with a better environment in the suburbs to change to a smaller house. Which neighborhood do you like, how about taking you to see it another day?"

Ye Jinghui changed the subject calmly: "Why did you sell it? Isn't it good to stand there and enjoy the night view?"

"It's good to appreciate the night view. It's just that it's too high. When the typhoon blows, it seems to blow the whole house down, and the rainstorm feels like being shot on top of your head. It doesn't feel good." Siming smiled at Ye Jinghui , "I want to buy a smaller house and take you to live there."

Ye Jinghui did not answer.

A hunter does not need a reason to hunt, just as a cat who catches a mouse does not need a reason to play tricks over and over again.

At first, I provoked him because I was idle and bored, so I went to tease him because I saw that he was special.Now that I have become his prey instead, I lost the fun of teasing him at first, listening to what he likes all day long, living together... Instead, I feel more pressured and creepy.

At this moment, Ye Jinghui just wanted to withdraw and end this inexplicable relationship.

Siming turned his head and glanced at him, his dark eyes were like unfathomable river water, but calm without a single ripple, as if he wanted to stare a hole at the person in front of him.

After staring at each other for a long time, he suddenly leaned over and stopped when he was about to touch his lips.

The scorching breath gently brushed his face, his eyes were as black as night, and his resolute lips stayed in that ambiguous position, as if waiting for the other party's reply.

Ye Jinghui didn't know how to be shy, so of course he leaned forward very directly.

Now that the game has deviated from the original track, Ye Jinghui didn't want to draw fire on himself, so it's not bad to end like this.

Kissing isn't as disgusting as you might think.

Siming's mouth was very warm, there was no disgusting smell of smoke, just pure masculine breath.Although he took the initiative, he didn't give people the resentment of being forced. Instead, he was very careful about his own feelings.Meticulous kissing, sucking, the tip of the tongue gently licking every inch of the mucous membrane, showing tolerance and tenderness in the overbearing.

It was just a light kiss, and he quickly backed away, with a soft light shining in his usually indifferent eyes: "Do you like it?"

Ye Jinghui's expression was a little stiff.

Just kidding, I am "kissing goodbye", he is not "kissing love", right?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Siming smiled, "No rush." ​​He took out a small velvet box from his pocket and put it in Ye Jinghui's palm, "This is for you."

Ye Jinghui took it and opened it. Unexpectedly, it was not a ring, but a cup instead.The cup is like a child's toy, only the size of a thumb, with the word "Ming" written on it.

Ye Jinghui restrained the urge to hit his face with a cup, and squeezed out a ambiguous smile: "Such a precious gift." Seeing that he was silent, Ye Jinghui put the cup back in his pocket, and said lightly, "Thank you."

Siming was silent for a moment: "If you don't like it, return it to me. I don't want you to throw it away behind my back."

Ye Jinghui said hypocritically: "I like it very much."

Siming's smile was rarely soft, and he gently pressed Ye Jinghui's shoulder: "Then keep it."

"Well, I'm tired."

"Okay, go back."

Holding hands awkwardly, he walked slowly across the long bridge. The river scenery along the way was extremely beautiful, but Ye Jinghui didn't care to appreciate it. He just tried his best to suppress the urge to throw him into the river by throwing him over his shoulder.

This kind of action makes people feel that there seems to be some real relationship between the two, which is really disgusting.

From the very beginning, it was just a game, didn't he know that?

……

After returning home, Ye Jinghui lay on the kingsize bed, took the cup in his hand and studied it carefully, and looked at it for a long time. No matter how you looked at it, it was a broken cup made of mud, and the shape was very distorted. There are no edges and corners, but the word "Ming" is very beautifully written.

Ye Jinghui couldn't help laughing.

Siming, Siming, don’t you tease me too much? Take the mud that children play with and put it in the ring box and give it to me. Although you can challenge my endurance, please don’t challenge my endurance. IQ.

You don't like being controlled, and I don't like being played with.

With a sound of "boom", Ye Jinghui threw the cup into the trash can.

On the third day, Siming did not come.

For several days, I did not see him again.

Ye Jinghui felt that his strong interest in him had turned into an interest in the "God of Plague", and it was really good that he didn't come.

During the weekend, Ye Jinghui deducted the due fee from his card and sent someone to send the card back.

In the evening, I asked Xiao Yi to have a drink together, when the phone rang suddenly, it was a text message from Siming.

"Do you think I'm looking for you just for fun?"

Ye Jinghui raised his eyebrows and replied: "Isn't it?"

There was a moment of silence over there, "Then it's over."

Ye Jinghui put the phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened, as if ending every bed partner relationship, without affecting his mood at all.

Xiao Yi frowned: "Seeing how you don't care, which lover is it?"

Ye Jinghui smirked: "It's the opponent you care about the most. I have been in close contact with him these days, and I think that person is quite interesting."

Xiao Yi smiled meaningfully: "You actually dare to provoke him?"

Ye Jinghui shrugged: "At first I provoked him, just to tease him, but later he came to the store to look for me all day. Uncle Zhong also joked that the store manager is in love with Mr. Si, and he follows Mr. Si out all day. Run." Ye Jinghui seemed to think of something funny, and his smile deepened, "That guy is so interesting, he even gave me a broken cup to play with me when we parted, made of distorted mud, I threw it away."

Xiao Yi's facial muscles were almost distorted, and after a long time, he sighed helplessly: "Do you know what a cup means, Ye Jinghui!"

Ye Jinghui raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"The meaning of a lifetime."

The two looked at each other, looked at each other, and finally shook their eyebrows neatly.

Ye Jinghui's face was sullen, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Don't tell me he's playing for real."

"Si Ming is notoriously indifferent, and he has never given anything to anyone. I think he may have really taken a fancy to you." Xiao Yi paused, and smiled badly: "You are finished."

……

This is really a wonderful rivalry.

Originally, Ye Jinghui thought that Siming was the kind of "ascetic" straight man, and his indifferent appearance was just a prudence wearing a mask. It was very interesting to tease him, tease him, and watch him look helpless. Things, so I did it myself, but it was just a pastime when I was bored.But he didn't expect that that guy might be interested in his "fake MB" because of the wrong focus of his eyes.

It's really a tiger plucking the hair from its mouth, and accidentally touched the tiger's teeth.

Ye Jinghui sighed helplessly at the whip on the wall.

Although I have dated many lovers over the years, they are all bed partners you love and I wish, like signing an agreement, accompany each other when you are lonely, and break up peacefully if you don’t want to continue, each goes its own way and has nothing to do with it, and never provokes People who can touch the truth, this is Ye Jinghui's principle.Every time he makes a move, Ye Jinghui will naturally know whether the opponent's personality suits his taste and whether he can afford it.Unexpectedly, this time he was impulsive, attracted by Mr. Si's deep eyes, and jumped in before he could find out. Although he climbed up now, he couldn't get out as usual.

Even in the dream, I saw him staring fixedly into my eyes.And after the kiss on the bridge, his resolute lips were slightly pursed, and a slightly soft smile appeared in his indifferent eyes, that smile really shocked people's hearts.

Although it was only a "slight tremor", for someone like Ye Jinghui who "never trembled" in his heart, it was already... very rare.

Ye Jinghui got up from the bed irritably. Just now, he dreamed that someone was staring at his eyes, which made Ye Jinghui break out in a cold sweat, as if he had done something wrong and owed him something. Both are uncomfortable.At this time, when the air conditioner blows, the sticky sweat on the body is even more uncomfortable.So he got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and took a brief shower. After washing, he sat on the sofa to dry his hair, and inadvertently glanced at the trash can from the corner of his eyes.

There was only the little box in the empty trash can, lying there alone.

Ye Jinghui frowned and picked up the box.

Although the cup was ugly and ugly, it was the first "strange gift" I had received since I was a child, so it seemed a pity to just throw it away.

Ye Jinghui took out the cup again, played with it in the palm of his hand for a while, and placed it on the head of the bed. A smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth as he faced the clear word on it.

"Si Ming, let me see what tricks you are playing."

Volume Two