sweet kiss bitter summer

It is difficult for Liang Luoan to describe his current mood.

He suddenly thought of a word for no reason, which is called sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

Originally, he thought that this word was not appropriate, because Tan Chen was not a tiger, nor was he a lamb. This kind of saying that was similar to risking his life seemed too serious.

But when Tan Chen opened the door for him, after he walked into the room, the moment the door was locked with a click, everything seemed to turn upside down.

Tan Chen hugged Liang Luo'an's waist, hooped him in front of him, and pressed his lips forward indiscriminately.

Maybe it's because of the strenuous physical exercise, the muscles on the young and fiery body are tight, and the hormones are soaring, and the taste of excessive desire/thoughts is imbued.

Liang Luo'an felt that Tan Chen's body was very hot, his lips were dry, his breath was bubbling like magma, and kissing him was like a volcano erupting.

Out of the biological instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, taking advantage of the little space Tan Chen left for Liang Luoan to breathe during the kiss, Liang Luoan turned his head, blushing and panting uselessly, avoiding Tan Chen's breath.

"Luan."

Tan Chen lowered his head without allowing him to dodge, and put his lips around Liang Luoan's red ear tips, soft and moist to the touch, but the voice that came into his ears was hoarse and dry, like the crackling of a bonfire, "I want you.

It's been too long, I really can't bear it. "

Liang Luo'an felt hot all over his body, as if soaked in boiling honey water. The numb feeling penetrated from the skin to the bone crevice, making him powerless to resist.

Tan Chen didn't give Liang Luo'an a long time to breathe, he lowered his head and grabbed his lips again, kissed him for a while, and looked at him with lowered eyelashes.

Liang Luo'an was lost in thought for a moment.

From Tan Chen's eyes, he saw the golden-red light outside the window near dusk, thinking that there is no full moon today, and it is not night, or maybe there is a real moon in the sky at this moment, but it is just burning in Tan Chen's arsonist eyes.

That's why Tan Chen kissed him like a wild animal hunting.

[Look at the words! 】The pleasure of orgasm swept through the whole body, which seemed to exceed the threshold of excitement that the body could bear. Liang Luoan felt a little difficult to breathe, with a tachycardia, and fell back on the bed weakly, shivering and curling up pitifully, and began to cough violently. Neither can be opened.

Tan Chen's movements were still, and he bent down to see Liang Luoan's painful expression. As if waking up from a dream, he got out of bed and found a bottle of white pills in his backpack, poured two pills into Liang Luoan's mouth, and coaxed Let him drink and swallow.

"Is it better?" Tan Chen covered Liang Luo'an's heart, his voice didn't sound like Cai Cai's just now, as if he was poured a basin of cold water and shivered from the ice.

Liang Luo'an's breathing gradually calmed down, touched Tan Chen's frowning brows, turned around and hugged him, and said "um", like hugging a lover happily in the rest of his life after a catastrophe, and like a tranquilizer for Tan Chen's panic.

"I, I got carried away and didn't take my time..." Tan Chen sounded very self-blaming, and didn't even dare to hold Liang Luo'an hard, as if he was afraid of accidentally breaking him, "No, never again Luo An, don't be so fierce again... I will change."

Liang Luo'an kissed Tan Chen's neck, bit his shoulder lightly, leaving a few neat pink tooth marks, as if he forgave him in this way, and said: "You have my medicine with you, I Forgot all."

"I want to protect you, and I'm most afraid that something like this will happen."

Tan Chen couldn't help laughing, feeling very lonely, "In the end, I am the one who caused the chaos."

"No, Tan Chen, you can be my medicine."

The blush at the end of Liang Luo'an's eyes has not faded, and she looked at Tan Chen with tenderness and sincerity, "I like to make love with you, I am very happy.

And I'm not taking medicine because of having sex/love with you, it's because of my illness.

You just need to feed me the medicine and kiss me again, and the pain will stop. "

Liang Luo'an sat on Tan Chen's lap again, hugged him, realized that Tan Chen hadn't had it once today, her red mouth pouted childishly, "Well, Tan Chen, why don't I touch it for you again? Bar."

Tan Chen smiled, but just shook his head: "Haven't you heard that sentence? Just leave the man alone, and he will be fine soon."

After the basketball game, the leaves of the sycamore trees on Student Street began to turn yellow, and the temperature gradually turned cooler.

Tan Chen's name is like the lingering warmth of midsummer, diffused in the campus when the seasons meet, and becomes the reason for every pretty girl to insist on wearing short skirts in order to stay in summer.

Liang Luo'an recently ushered in the deadline for a certain class assignment. In order to improve efficiency, he and Tan Chen met to go to the library for self-study.

After dinner, he went back to his room and changed into a long coat, put his laptop on his back, and waited for Tan Chen downstairs in the dormitory.

He was sitting on the wooden eaves of the flower bed beside the road, feeling happy, because it was an excellent location with a wide view, and he could directly see the door of Tan Chen's bedroom, ensuring that he could be the first to find Tan Chen when he went out.

About 3 minutes later, a target person appeared in Liang Luoan's field of vision.

He will definitely not be an excellent lurker, eager to expose, eager to wave to Tan Chen in the distance, but when he barely raised his hand to the side of his face, the signal they were about to complete was blocked by an abnormal signal broken.

The thin and tall girl was wearing a light yellow-brown JK uniform, with a plaid skirt swinging above her slender legs, light and ethereal, like an anthropomorphic sycamore leaf, blown down in front of Tan Chen by the autumn wind.

Tan Chen didn't stop at first, and tried to walk around the girl, but the girl stopped him persistently, and there was an envelope lying in the outstretched palm, which was dyed a faint pink-orange color by the setting sun, looking very beautiful The girl's amorous and shy face.

Liang Luo'an lowered her head in embarrassment, not looking at them, and kicked the sycamore leaves under her feet to the distance.

"Luan."

After 57 seconds, Tan Chen's voice was close to his ears. Liang Luo'an raised his head and looked at Tan Chen. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the back of the girl behind Tan Chen, looked at Tan Chen's empty hands, got up and patted The ashes on the buttocks left Tan Chen with a cold-looking back and said, "Let's go."

They stayed in the library for less than an hour, and Liang Luoan was surprisingly inefficient, moaning and sighing from time to time while typing on the keyboard.

Tan Chen turned his head to look at Liang Luo'an, the cursor on the screen moved back and forth, and no new characters appeared for a long time, so he asked in a low voice: "The homework is difficult?" Liang Luo'an ignored Tan Chen, and pressed the keyboard out Voice, all the words typed just now were deleted.

Tan Chen turned off his computer, put it in his backpack, and said casually, "I think someone needs to eat something to relax, such as a cup of Oden."

Fifteen minutes later, Liang Luoan walked out of the convenience store on Student Street with Tan Chen, holding a cup of steaming oden in his hand.

Luo An took a bite of the lucky bag, and the part wrapped with the golden-orange crab roe fell off the bamboo stick, splashing a few drops of hot soup. He took a sip from the cup as if angry, and the whole person was so happy that he almost boiled in an instant, Zhang Open your mouth and exhale a thin mist in the cold autumn night air.

Eating lemon ice in the heat of summer and oden in the cold is the second happiest thing in life that Liang Luoan thinks is second only to being with Tan Chen.

Thinking this way, he glanced at Tan Chen beside him. His thin arms were exposed to the autumn night wind, and he looked a little cold, so he handed the bamboo skewer with meatballs to Tan Chen's mouth. Open your mouth and eat it.

Perhaps it was the joy of being successful in feeding, Liang Luo'an never got tired of it, and happily shared half of the remaining oden with Tan Chen.

Liang Luo'an ate the last bite of the radish, threw the bamboo stick into the trash can, and twirled the soup cup with only a shallow residual temperature in his hand, walking with Tan Chen all the way to a secret path with few pedestrians and dim street lights.

"Tan Chen."

Liang Luo'an was a little afraid of the dark, so she pressed her body against Tan Chen's arm and called his name timidly.

"I am here."

Tan Chen put his arms around Liang Luo'an's shoulders, as if giving him some warmth and courage, telling him not to be afraid.

Liang Luoan said "um", called Tan Chen's name again, stopped turning the cup, and stated in a somewhat disappointed tone: "Today, a girl handed you a love letter."

Tan Chen gently rubbed Liang Luoan's thin shoulder blades with his hands, and his tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care: "I didn't answer."

Liang Luo'an said stubbornly: "After you can, there will be other girls who will send you love letters."

"I don't accept either."

"Tan Chen."

Liang Luo'an squeezed into Tan Chen's arms, as if longing for a more sense of security, "If other boys write you love letters, don't answer them."

He thought about it carefully, and added rigorously: "But if I wrote it, you can accept it."

"No need, Luo'an."

Tan Chen stopped in his tracks and looked at Liang Luo'an with eyes shrouded in light moonlight, as if reading the oath solemnly and gently, "Whether you write a love letter or not, I still like you the same."

"No, I still want it."

Liang Luo'an was very persistent. After a while, he stretched out a hand awkwardly, clenched a very cute fist, and pointed at Tan Chen with the heart of the fist scattered with slight nail marks, and said in a low voice: "Tan Chen , This one was written in the library, the time is short, and it is relatively simple, but I wrote it for you, so I can accept it."

The tender white fingers were like ribbons wrapping presents. Tan Chen unwrapped them bit by bit, and found that there were a few pieces of blackened handwriting on Liang Luoan's palm, slightly blurred by the damp sweat, but there was a kind of handwriting carved in the texture of the palm. profound sense.

Tan Chen recognized the proper handwriting, smiled, easily moved by it, held Liang Luo'an's hand to his lips, and kissed his fingertips lightly.

A minimalist love letter in the palm, plus punctuation, for a total of eight characters.

Liang Luo'an likes Tan Chen.