The man rescued from Kabukicho

When Yijuin held him down, he put his right hand behind his head, preventing him from hitting the wall.

Without giving time to react, the two lips touched.

This is a kiss that can be described as innocent, just caressing, but just like this, it is already hard for Cilang to think.

The only clear consciousness in his mind turned out to be: too close.

Ijuin's face was right in front of his eyes.

With his wide-open eyes, he could clearly see Yijiyuan's long black eyelashes like crow feathers.

Ever since I knew that Yijuin's grandfather was of mixed race, there was an explanation for Yijuin's deeper facial features than ordinary people.

The handsome face, which was already extremely aggressive, was like a deadly weapon at such a close distance.

Good family background, appearance, ability, knowledge.

Why is such an excellent man kissing a criminal?

Just to punish him for lying?

Cirou was confused.

At this moment, Yijiin broke off the kiss, exerted strength with his left hand supporting the wall, and retreated slightly lazily with his upper body, like a black panther not in a hurry to enjoy its prey.Yijiin stared at Cilang, and licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Too much, such a look.

Excessively lustful.

The temperature on his face continued to rise, Cilang couldn't continue to look at Yijiin, his eyes flustered, and his eyes fell on Yijiin's Adam's apple.

Too many balls of thread, too many emotions, stuck in his heart in a mess, hitting the heart one after another.

Want to get close, but is he still qualified now?

A 30-year-old ex-convict with nothing and no name.

Yijiyuan has done so many things for him, and paid money that he can't pay in his life, not to mention the same return, he has no ability to give Yijiyuan anything.

Just don't add to the chaos, do what you can, and still learn from Granny Fengzao.

No matter how early the relationship between them started, the cruel reality is that now he has no ability to go to Aijiyuan.

The one Ijuin liked was probably the 13-year-old Mochizuki Jirou back then, not the man who has accomplished nothing now.

Yes, Ijuin has no reason to like him at all.

Ci Lang's back was leaning against the wall, even though he was wearing a coat that was warm enough, he still felt the coolness of the wall seeping in through the coat, directly into his heart.

"I like you."

!

Jiro suddenly raised his head, almost hitting Ijuin's tall nose.

What is Ijuin talking about?

Facing Cilang's astonished gaze, Yijiin seemed to have expected it long ago, and did not react to it, but just added indifferently and confidently: "Although it is a few hours late, I should confess my confession before kissing you, but you don't need to worry about this slight error."

This is a confession.

He heard it right.

How could there be such a man in the world.

Ciro has a lot of things he wants to ask Yijiin, he wants to ask "Are you serious", "Do you know that you are confessing to a 30-year-old ex-convict", "Are you sure you are not mistaken", and I want to ask, "Why on earth are you so righteous and irritating even in your confession? You can't really be a cat, are you?"...

But Cilang couldn't say these questions, he just stared blankly at Yijiyuan.

Yijiyuan calmly said: "Stupid?"

Ci Lang repeated in a daze: "Stupid?"

Seeing him stunned, Yijiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and deliberately induced him: "Say: 'I am a golden retriever'."

"I am..." Almost being tricked, Cilang bit his lower lip, and couldn't help but stare at Yijiyuan slightly, "You."

Facing Shangjirou's gaze, Yijiin's lips curled up for a moment.

Cilang's breathing was stagnant, he lowered his gaze, and said sullenly: "You are too cunning."

No matter from which angle you look at it, it's too cunning.

Yijiyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his head, his indifferent voice could not hear a trace of nervousness, but instead he asked indifferently, "Do you mean to refuse?"

Has been suppressed by Yijiyuan's words, no matter how much he doubts himself, Cilang is not submissive after all, and retorts a little angrily: "How could you refuse, you clearly know! You clearly know that I like, haha..."

The kiss at this moment is very different from the previous one.

Not just lips.

tooth.tongue.

He didn't even have room to breathe, like he was bumping in a stormy sea. He never knew that there was such a fierce form of kissing. Several times he thought he was going to suffocate like this, so he had to grab Yijuin's shoulder desperately.

The palate was scratched by the tip of Ijuin's tongue.

Cilang lost all strength on his knees in an instant, and if it wasn't for Yijiyuan's embrace, he would have fallen to his knees.

As a result, the loathing of his own body emerged in his heart again.

Moreover, such a fierce confrontation naturally aroused a reaction.

It was different from being held in Yijiin's arms a few hours ago. At that time, they were not close to each other, and they were not noticed even if they reacted slightly.

It was different from the situation that morning. Although he had a reaction that morning, it was a natural phenomenon in the morning, not caused by Ijuin.

At this time, Cilang was facing Yijiyuan head-on, and was embraced by Yijiyuan.

In other words, the current Jirou is in a situation where "Ijuin will definitely find out that he reacted because of Ijuin". In this situation before, Jiro will inevitably be insulted and belittled...

Even though he knew intellectually that Ijuin was Ijuin and that Ijuin would not hurt him, Cirou still couldn't control himself and fell into a state of stress, and his whole body became stiff.

Yijuin must have noticed it, and Cirou felt that Yijuin stopped kissing, and took a step back very carefully, giving him space to organize himself.

This made Cilang hate his own uselessness even more.

He likes Yijuyuan, because Yijuyuan has a new desire, and he also wants to respond to Yijuyuan's request.

His body didn't listen.

If the body's stiffness and repulsion were due to the fact that they were all men, then he wouldn't be so angry with himself. After all, they didn't like men in the first place, and it was normal to need time to accept it.

But it happens not.

They didn't reject touching each other from the very beginning, Cirou didn't even mind the fact that they were both men, everything was so natural.

In the end, the problem still lies with him. He regards a liar with ulterior motives as a lover worth cherishing, and has been suppressed for a long time until he has psychological problems.It's ridiculous.

Now, not only is he a penniless criminal with nothing, but he also has problems in that area. He really can't give Yijiyuan anything.

Who would want such a lover?

Cirou clenched his fists.

Yijiyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "You don't have to think too much."

He looked at Yijiyuan, but still couldn't help but think, if time could come back...

Ci Lang asked in a low voice: "You, when did you like me?"

It must have been when they met in the third year of junior high school, he rationally predicted Ijuin's answer.

But it can't help but be depressed.

He is no longer that boy.

"Does it mean conscious or unconscious?" Yijiyuan's answer this time was unexpectedly frank, and it was no longer a matter of course, but the shock it brought was not small, "Unconscious, it was that time. Conscious, it was probably the day you were released from prison. "

what?

The last sentence made Cirou very puzzled.

Because he remembered very clearly that he was alone on the day he was released from prison.

Jiro stared at Yijuin closely, eager to know what was going on.

Yijiyuan didn't show off, but slowed down and continued, with a calm tone in his indifferent tone: "I thought about it for a long time before I went out that day. I haven't sent anyone to inquire about you in these years, because I am very To be clear, if I can find you easily, then there is something I might do if the insomnia is severe. So, if I go to pick you up from prison, I will probably bring you back.

"But I went anyway, I was sitting in the car and I saw you with your shaved head, walking out of the prison gate with a plastic bag with everything in it. The prison guard said goodbye to you, I guess he said something like 'rehabilitate' I see you bow to him and say loudly, 'Thank you for your kindness, but I have committed no crime. I will live on my own, just as I did before I was imprisoned'.

"To be honest, your tenacity exceeded my expectations. I didn't get out of the car that day because I thought, you should be able to do it."

Cirou gritted his teeth.

On the day he was released from prison, he had no relatives to pick him up. Of course he was relieved to leave the prison where he had been in for four years, but it was more of a fear of returning to the outside world alone under the identity of an ex-convict after being out of touch with society for four years.

But precisely because there was nothing to rely on, he had to grit his teeth and hold on.Talking back like that to the prison guard is not so much unconvinced as saying it to myself.

He had to believe in what he said, otherwise he didn't know how he was going to live.

It was the loneliest day of his life.

He always thought so.

But it turned out that he was not alone that day, Yijiyuan was also there.

That day, Ijuin was watching him.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?Is this a gift from God, or a handout from fate?have no idea.

The mouth is bitter for some reason.

With so many thoughts and emotions turbulently squeezed, Cilang felt that his heart could not bear it, like a balloon that was blown too big and was still inflated, and it might burst at any time.

"Although there was an accident with the lending company," the indifferent voice finally praised Cilang like this, "you have done a good job."

You have done a good job.

Pong!The balloon popped.

He hugged Ijuin.

He was also embraced by Yijiyuan.

As if the world is covered with ice and snow, only by embracing each other can we survive.

At this moment, only between Yijiyuan's arms is his shelter.

When he woke up from his lunch break, Cilang was alone on the bed.

I don't know where Yijuin went.

Cilang sat up, and had to feel the softness of the bed again.

The bed in the hot spring private courtyard, including the bedding on the bed, is exactly the same as the one used in the master bedroom of Yijiyuan.

Yijiyuan picked the bed to such an extent.

But for the current Cilang, these are all the cuteness of delicate and famous cats.

Cilang walked out of the bedroom and found Yijiin in the Japanese room where he ate hot pot last night.

The low table was moved to the position directly facing the paper door, and you can see the hot spring view when you look up. There are some documents on the table, and Yijiyuan is sitting on the legless armchair, holding a pen in his hand, marking a line of small characters from time to time.

It's work.

Cilang stood at the door and watched, not approaching.

Yijuyuan noticed him and ordered: "Tell the outside that you are awake, and they will bring the lunch. I used it."

They didn't eat before lunch break.

Even though he wasn't very hungry, Cirou still followed suit.The regular three meals a few days ago made his appetite much more normal. With the exercise, he can obviously feel better in spirit, so he dare not ignore the importance of eating on time.

After lunch and brushing his teeth, he went back to the Japanese room.

Outside the paper door, the sun was just right in the afternoon, and the light was very bright.

Cilang originally planned to sit at the door and not disturb Yijiyuan.But when he saw Yijuin spread out the white paper and portable pen and ink, he suddenly realized what Yijiin was doing.