Scum smell

When Ji Yao arrived, Wen Lin had already fallen asleep.He didn't want to wake people up, so he went to the next room to take a bath and think about what to do.

He took off his clothes, stepped into the hot tub, and sank to the bottom of the water.Bubbles rose in strings, and he looked at them, wishing they could just keep sinking.

I remember that when he was in college, he once took a course in modern and contemporary literature appreciation - in order to pursue a literary youth.Their literature teacher is a fan of Zhang Ailing, so he has read a lot of each other.I don't remember much about the others, but there is a book called "Red Rose and White Rose", in which he still has a deep impression on the metaphor of the cinnabar mole and the white moonlight.

At that time, he slapped his thigh straight at the sight, thinking that this is me the fuck, it's so real.Then, with a distressed expression that seemed to show off, he said to Zhang He, although there are more than red and white roses in my garden, I think they are all very good, and they have not turned into mosquito blood. The feeling of sticky rice.At the end, he also sighed hypocritically, I am really a good man who is affectionate and tolerant.

He remembers that scene very clearly—strange, all the memories about Zhang He, it seems that as long as he wants to find it, he can always find it quickly and remember it clearly—it was summer, he and Zhang He were in the cafeteria Eating inside, the sun outside was fierce, and there was a lot of noise in the sun. The cafeteria was filled with the unique smell of big pot rice. The grease stains from diners and the flies buzzing over were waved away by him in disgust.

Zhang He buried his head in wiping the table, with sweat dripping from his forehead. The sweat slid down his high eyebrows, flowed over his slender neck, which was also dripping wet, and finally disappeared into his uniform.

The man refused to even give him a look, and said mockingly, "Because those concubines of yours don't even have the qualifications to be red and white roses. When you really want to settle down and try—I don't believe you can settle down."

Also.

He sat across from him dragging his cheeks and watched him grow up—he remembered that he laughed at that time, and he didn’t know what he was laughing at—then he said proudly that only children do multiple-choice questions, and adults like him, Definitely want all of them.

Thinking about it now, I have to sigh, Zhang He really knows him.

Could it be that now is the time to choose red and white roses?

So who is the red rose and who is the white rose?Wen Lin must be a white rose, gentle and introverted, a figure like a white lotus... Then Jiang Qiutong is a red rose?Pfft, but this person is the flower of Gaoling, she is as cold as a fairy, and she is a thousand miles away from the fiery red rose... Speaking of which, this role should belong to Yu Siyuan, but That guy has already been rejected by him, so he should be an angry fan and turn black now...

He stepped out of the bathtub while thinking about something in his head, and was standing naked in front of the mirror in a daze, when he heard the bathroom door being opened, and then Wen Lin's slightly sleepy voice sounded: "... 峣 峣?”

"Why did you come here in the middle of the night?" He was a little surprised, more surprised, "What are you doing standing there?" It was already midnight, and Ji Yao didn't say that he would come today. Lin always went to bed early, and today was the same.If he didn't wake up thirsty in the middle of the night to pour water and find that the light in the guest room was on, he wouldn't have known that Ji Yao was here.

"..." Ji Yao unconsciously picked the tiles under his feet with his toes, and his mind was in a trance.He lowered his head and looked at his body, and found that he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional this time. After messing around with Jiang Qiutong, the old man didn't leave him a single mark—does he have to boast that he really has the consciousness of having an affair?Swiping away the thoughts flying around in his head, he had words in his mouth, but when he saw Wen Lin looking at his eyes tenderly and with a slightly joyful expression, he swallowed those words back.

Gotta find a good time, he thought.

So he skillfully raised a smiling face to deal with Wen Lin: "I want to take a bath, but I'm afraid to wake you up, so I came to the guest room."

He thought that his current appearance must be indifferent and cold.In his imagination, he is now a ruthless scumbag, after sleeping and throwing himself away, he is still thinking about how to get rid of his tired wife.However, he didn't know that from Wen Lin's point of view, he stood there wet, with red eye circles, frowning brows, and the embarrassment of being called by his name on his face.

He never felt guilty when he cheated before, so that he doesn't know now, what he feels now is called "guilty".

"By the way, that..." Ji Yao watched Wen Lin stepping in, panicked for some reason, his mind was still stuck in the red and white roses, so he said nonsense, "I'm a little hungry. Have you eaten?"

Wen Lin smiled, very doting.

He calmly moved his eyes away from Ji Yao's face, and felt a slight spasm in his little finger.He didn't care about it, fastened the nightgown he put on casually, without saying a word: "What do you want to eat? After you get dressed, I'll go downstairs and make it for you."

Like taking care of some big baby, he wrapped him in his arms and waited for him to dry, dress and dry his hair, and then asked him if he was hungry and if he wanted some supper.

Ji Yao nestled in Wen Lin's arms, calmly accepting all the meticulous care from him.He thought he was very calm now, and he was looking at the man in front of him with a calmness that was almost cold, looking at the satisfaction and tenderness that flowed naturally from his face.

He thought for a long time in the bathtub just now, and finally figured out his relationship with Wen Lin.

The relationship is very simple, he is now a scumbag who comes to his door and asks him to take responsibility after having sex with his girlfriend who has been secretly in love with him for many years.He agreed to be with Wen Lin because he felt guilty and should be responsible.

After returning from China, the first person he met was Wen Lin. At that time, he thought, this is probably fate, God let me calm down and repay Wen Lin's infatuation.He worked very hard, and he never forgot what these men taught him before, and he felt more than once that it was Wen Lin, and he deserved it.

And to be honest, Ji Yao didn't feel bored at all, and felt that Wen Lin was meaningless, on the contrary, he wanted to break up with him.He was still very reluctant, but what happened in the past two days made him understand that he is really not a person who can live with Wen Lin in peace.If this continues, even if Wen Lin can bear it this time, what will happen next?Even if he really managed to never cheat again, would Wen Lin believe it?And ask himself—he doesn't believe it himself now.

He can sleep with Wen Lin and do everything he should do as a boyfriend, but once someone seduces him, he will follow.

No, no, no, when he went to bed with Jiang Qiutong, he hugged the unfamiliar arm of the other party, thinking, um, yes, this is the feeling—the feeling of being in the bed of different men—indulgent, depraved Yes, rough, can make him completely rotten into a puddle of mud.

The fall itself was enough to make him feel at ease.

And a regular partner, regular appointments, regular sex... He admits that such days are relaxed and happy, but there is an empty beast living in his heart, and he is madly coveting a treasure that he is not qualified to touch—— The more he yearns for it, the more he has to remind himself that it is not yours, and you have to stay away from it.

Wen Lin is indeed very good, but his soul is trembling with longing, how can Wen Lin alone satisfy him?

He needs more men... who can temporarily fill the void in his heart and give him false peace.

But his boyfriend still looked at him as usual, as if he didn't know anything, his eyes were gentle and tender.He looked at the innocent and satisfied face of the other party, and felt a little sad in his heart.

Wait a little longer.hold on.

He knew in his heart that this kind of thing could not be delayed, the longer it was delayed, the worse it would be. He had promised Jiang Qiutong, and Yu Siyuan and others had taught him that no matter how messed up he was, at least he had to be a responsible man.However, looking at Wen Lin's appearance, he really couldn't bear it.

This kind of intolerance lasted until they went downstairs. He sat at the dining table and watched Wen Lin enter the kitchen with his sleepy hair. It will be fine soon.

For a good and noble son, what kind of evil did he commit in his previous life to become this gentle and careless appearance.

If this continues, he will really ruin Wen Lin.

He felt that anxiety again.The anxiety that often arises when she is with Wen Lin.

He thought he couldn't panic.He wants to take his time and give Wen Lin some buffer time.However, whether it is fast or slow, whether to procrastinate or make it clear, he himself is very confused.

He really couldn't bear it.Neither bear nor give up.

"Yao? What are you thinking?" Wen Lin's greeting brought him back to his senses. He looked over and saw Wen Lin smiling and saying, "Are you hungry?"

In fact, the chicken chop rice was still heavy in his stomach. At first he regretted that he didn't eat oden by the way, but now he was not hungry at all, and even had the illusion of being full because of anxiety.

He wants to throw up.The better Wen Lin treats him, the more he wants to vomit.

This nausea finally reached its peak when Wen Lin cut the rabbit apple.That was when he was young, when he missed his parents, Zhang He specially learned how to coax him.Later, when they grew up, Zhang He didn't want to do this kind of girly thing. He once sighed to Wen Lin, and Wen Lin learned it.Since then, every apple Wen Lin fed him was in the shape of a rabbit.

He didn't know what Wen Lin felt when he cut them. As far as he was concerned, he felt like a red-hot soldering iron was suddenly pressed on a piece of butter, and the butter melted silently, with a "呲" There was no soft sound, but looking at the rising white smoke probably also hurts a lot.

He can't take it anymore, he is a rotten person from the inside out, Wen Lin is so good, he really shouldn't be worthy of him.

His caring was going to kill him.

He turned his head and refused to look at the other party, cast his eyes on the teacup in front of him, and then hurried away as if he was being scalded - the teacup had already been filled with milk tea, and he knew it without tasting it, regardless of its taste or taste , are his favourites.

He simply closed his eyes, didn't want to see or hear, and just uttered the words that he had held back all night: "Wen Lin, I slept with another man."

Wen Lin subconsciously pressed his little finger, and it began to convulse slightly again.

He closed his eyes and went on cutting the apple.

With a soft "click", he looked down in a daze, and found that the cute little rabbit had already been beheaded by him.

... Ah, it seems that making rabbit apples is not enough.He is not emotionally stable now, fearing that it will be damaged.

Wen Lin collected himself and took out two dragon fruits from the refrigerator.

Dragon fruit... 峣峣 is also my favorite.