Window 2, Seventh Canteen

There is only one small window in the special room. There are two layers of curtains on the window, one for blackout and one for decoration. When it is drawn up, the light from outside the window cannot come in. After turning off the lights, the daytime is the same as the nighttime.

When Han Zilu woke up, he was in a daze and had no concept of time at all.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

For a moment he even forgot where he was.

When he gradually regained consciousness, he remembered that he was already in Kunming.

Then, he felt very tired and tired, remembering that he slept very late last night, and then realized that he didn't sleep alone last night.

There was a man who was not even a friend who slept in the same bed as him.

For a few seconds, Han Zilu felt that he was a little ridiculous. In the past, even if he had a boyfriend, he insisted not to sleep in the same bed with him, but now he slept with a straight man for no reason.

Moreover, they are still hugging each other.

The moment he realized this, Han Zilu woke up suddenly.

The drowsy consciousness also became clearer than ever before, as if it had just been charged.

He couldn't see anything, and he didn't dare reach out to turn on the light.

You can only understand the situation at this time by feeling.

The warm air flowed gently on his face, with a soothing rhythm and a slight sound, it was Jiang Wei's breathing, not within reach, but close at hand.

An arm was pressing on his chest, making his breathing difficult, and a thigh was pressing on his legs, making his lower body numb.

and also……

A hard stick-shaped object was pressed against the position of his left hip bone, rubbing against him once and again with the rhythm of someone's breathing.

There was a loud buzzing sound in Han Zilu's head, and at the same time, he felt a surge of heat rushing from his chest to the top of his head.

In just a second or two, his face turned red.

Then, the whole body began to sweat.

He held his breath and wanted to keep away from Jiang Wei, but the other party hugged him almost like a pillow, and it was difficult for him to turn over.

Han Zilu tried to move his body to the right again, but after a slight movement, he felt that his right arm was already in the air.

Jiang Wei has already pushed him to the bedside.

Han Zilu had no choice but to break Jiang Wei's arm and push his body back.

He was afraid of waking Jiang Wei up, so he moved very lightly. After trying a few times, he got the right strength, lifted Jiang Wei's arm, and moved it away from himself.

After finishing this movement, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, Jiang Wei suddenly snorted, and then said loudly: "Don't run!"

Han Zilu froze and called softly, "Jiang Wei?"

Jiang Wei snorted again, murmured unsound notes, moved his body, and pressed his arms over again.

This time I changed positions, pressing on Han Zilu's lower abdomen.

Just like that, Jiang Wei's wrist touched somewhere where Han Zilu was congested.

The two men each performed a physiological-response called chenbo, while clinging to each other in weird poses.

The situation is similar, yet very different.

Jiang Weiyi occupied most of the bed by himself, sleeping soundly, and with a personal pillow in his arms, he was so comfortable that he almost smiled in his dreams.

And Han Zilu was not so comfortable——

He already had feelings for Jiang Wei, but now that their bodies were touching each other and their breathing was intertwined, the feeling was even stronger.

He could smell the shampoo on the other person's hair, the body wash, and through these, the smell of skin and sweat...

Waves of heat swirled around the lower abdomen, and there was an increasingly obvious sense of tension between the legs.

Han Zilu lay upright, his mind a little confused.

Is this a dream?

No, this is not a dream.

Han Zilu reluctantly raised his hand and went to touch his phone to check the time. Jiang Wei muttered something again, moved his body, and put half of his face on his shoulder...

Jiang Wei didn't seem to be sleeping soundly, Han Zilu didn't dare to move anymore.

He closed his eyes forcefully, opened them suddenly after more than ten seconds, staring at the empty darkness.

Don't think about it, it's just a normal physiological reaction.

Continue to sleep, don't think about it.

He tried his best to restrain himself, thinking about some English grammar, French words, Korean sentences...

But it was useless. Those English, French, and Korean words quickly changed from cooking vocabulary to action movie vocabulary...

It's hell to be able to sleep in this situation.

Get out of bed, take a cold shower, and come back after calming down, Han Zilu said to himself, but he was fixed on the bed as if by magic, not even daring to breathe hard.

Jiang Wei's wrist was pressed against his, through the fabric, rubbing lightly with the ups and downs of breathing, which made Han Zilu feel very restless, but in this restlessness, there was a kind of taboo refreshing, which made him want to - can't stop.

Once again, Han Zilu deeply felt that it was time to find a boyfriend.

At the same time, he also regretted sleeping in the same bed with Jiang Wei. If he had known this was the case, he would have asked Jiang Wei to find another hotel.

But if he had known earlier, would he have made a different choice?

Did he really not expect the current situation at all?

Han Zilu turned his head sideways, full of upset.

He couldn't see Jiang Wei, but he knew Jiang Wei was there.

This feeling is somewhat indescribable.

At that moment, he felt that he might have to stand up like this all night.

However, no matter how much throbbing there is, the chaos in the chest and the undercurrents in the body will eventually calm down.

Han Zilu finally calmed down, but he didn't know how long it took.

I just feel dizzy and my eyes are sore.

Check the time on your phone, it's almost eight o'clock.

Jiang Wei's posture changed again and again, and now he finally stopped pressing Han Zilu in a large area, and only slept curled up on his side, with his forehead touching Han Zilu's arm.

Han Zilu tilted his head, looked at Jiang Wei through the faint light, looked at him, and couldn't help touching his hair with his nose.

After half a minute, he got out of bed and went to take a shower.

When Jiang Wei was about to wake up, there was the sound of dripping water in his ears.

Is it raining?

wrong.

What rain in winter.

Someone is taking a shower.

When this idea appeared, the glistening drops of water and the figure behind the drops appeared in Jiang Wei's mind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his vision changed from blurred to clear. The picture in his mind and the scene in front of him overlapped without any accident.

The difference is that the scene in front of me is very dimly lit.

Jiang Wei waited for a while before his mind cleared up.

I realized that I am now in Yunnan, living with Han Zilu, Han Zilu is taking a bath, and the light is not turned on when taking a bath, only a flashlight or other tools are used for lighting.

A ray of cold white light penetrated the water vapor and shone on Han Zilu's body, vaguely outlining his slender legs.

Refreshing drops of water hang on the glass, while blurred figures are reflected.

The real person and the shadow overlap each other, occasionally clear, but more often blurred.

The mood is really good.

Jiang Wei thought, art really comes from life.

At this time, the sound of the water became louder, and Han Zilu turned around, facing Jiang Wei's direction.

The sound of rushing water was gradually mixed with complex impact sounds.

Jiang Wei, who was about to fall asleep again, woke up again.

He frowned and stared in the direction of the bathroom.

Han Zilu is in Ziwei!

Jiang Wei's Adam's apple moved up and down in the dark, his eyes widened first, then closed.

Don't look, don't look, long needle eye.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes again.

Han Zilu turned his back to Jiang Wei and lowered his head.

The water flows down from the head, washes over the straight back, and then converges into a series of falling streams.

His left arm rests on the wall for support, and his right hand hangs on his crotch.

The edge of the palm hit the heel of the leg, making a rhythmic sound.

The sound was very soft at first, even occasionally covered by the sound of water, and then gradually increased, like some kind of wild drumbeat, echoing in the bathroom and hitting Jiang Wei's chest.

Jiang Wei closed his eyes again.

But after he closed it, he seemed to feel that the crackling sound was louder, and after his eyes lost sight, his thinking got rid of the limitations of vision, and he escaped from many restricted-level pictures.

Those favorite action actresses from the island country took turns to perform various movements in his mind, reflecting Han Zilu's voice.

With dry mouth, Jiang Wei moved his body, put his hand into his crotch, touched the hardness and sighed.

What is this?

Han Zilu is also really, masturbating in the middle of the night - what the hell, it made him want to masturbate too.

Jiang Wei scratched her head irritably, and touched the phone to check the time.

It turned out to be morning.

He put the phone back, but he couldn't hold it firmly, and the phone hit the corner of the table with a "click".

Jiang Wei was in a bad mood, so he immediately wrapped his head in a quilt and pretended to be sleeping.

As a result, nothing happened after waiting for a while, but because the quilt blocked the sound, he squinted again.

Not far away, Han Zilu heard Jiang Wei's voice.

He was startled and looked back, but the movement of his hands did not stop.

When he could vaguely recognize Jiang Wei's outline in the darkness, he felt his lower abdomen tighten again, and then shot it out within two strokes.

The experience I haven't had for a long time is refreshing and even more embarrassing.

When Jiang Wei woke up again, the room was no longer in darkness, and the curtains were half drawn, blown in by the wind from time to time.

Birds chirping outside the window.

Jiang Wei rubbed his eyes, and smelled the smell of food, and his saliva came out instantly.

When he sat up, he saw Han Zilu eating at the small table.

"Morning." Jiang Wei said.

Han Zilu didn't look back, "11:30, it's getting late."

"Sleeping for so long..." Jiang Wei got out of bed, looked at Han Zilu's back, and suddenly remembered the scene in the morning, and wondered if it was a dream.

"What time did you get up?" Jiang Wei asked.

"A little earlier than you." Han Zilu replied.

"What are you eating? I can already smell the aroma." Jiang Wei walked behind Han Zilu, "Did you cook it yourself?"

Han Zilu raised his head, "Being a chef means cooking every meal by yourself?"

"It's pretty good for Dun Dun to cook by himself. It must be better than other people's." Jiang Wei yawned, staring at the small copper pot in front of Han Zilu, his stomach growled, "By the way, a chef must be pickier than ordinary people. Bar?"

"Do you think the food in my bowl looks particularly delicious?" Han Zilu put down his chopsticks.

"How did you know I wanted to say this?"

"Many people have said that." Han Zilu turned his head, "Are you hungry? Try the taste first if you like it. If you like it, you can sell it downstairs." He said and handed out the chopsticks.

Jiang Wei took the chopsticks, stared straight at the rice noodles in the small pot, and swallowed.

There was only one stool in front of the table, and Han Zilu stood up to make way for him.

The aisle in the room was very narrow, and when he and Jiang Wei stood face to face, their bodies were almost touching each other.

Han Zilu's breath was stagnant, and he suddenly pointed to the bathroom, "You, brush your teeth first."

Jiang Wei smiled awkwardly, pointed to his mouth, "Does it smell? I can't smell it myself."

Han Zilu: "Don't dawdle, brush your teeth."

After Jiang Wei walked away, Han Zilu's face turned red again.

Jiang Wei came out after washing up, and asked questions while eating rice noodles.After asking what kind of rice noodles this is, how it is made, and what is the arrangement for today, Han Zilu answered one by one, Jiang Wei finished the last mouthful of soup in the small pot, and smacked his mouth.

Han Zilu asked, "Are you full?"

"It's not as delicious as yours."

Han Zilu asked again: "So you're full?"

Jiang Wei: "No."

"That's just right. I'm not full yet. I'd better go downstairs and have some more food. Then we'll come back and check out and leave in the afternoon."

Jiang Wei showed an excited expression, "Great! Shall we go directly to catch cattle this afternoon?"

Han Zilu was helpless, "It's leading the cow, not catching it."

"What's the difference?"

"nothing……"