you are my baby [rebirth]

Qin Moyan felt that even his breathing seemed to be stagnant, and it took a while to slowly turn his head away.

He looked at Lu Xiye, his eyes were quiet but throbbing.

Lu Xiye's eyes were so deep, and the sporadic smiles were like starlight floating in the deep sea, all of them fell on him.

It reminded him of that time when he was stuck in the icy sea water and saw the deformed stars and moon through the sea water.

It was originally a nightmare, and he would visit it in the middle of the night from time to time, making him fearful.

But the light in Lucino's eyes made him feel warm and safe, as if he could be relieved as long as he ran towards him.

They stared at each other for a moment, then Lu Xiye slightly opened his lips, and chased after him to kiss his lips.

"Qin Moyan." Between the kisses, Lu Xiye called his name in a low voice, like an order: "Say yes."

Even though he was fascinated by the kiss, Qin Moyan was still amused by him.

He couldn't help turning his head away, but someone pinched his chin and turned his face back.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Xiye asked in a low voice.

"What if I say no?" Qin Moyan's eyes overflowed with a smile, and he looked at him mischievously.

This kind of Qin Moyan is so vivid, with a pair of black and white eyes, which is the unique agility and simplicity of boys.

Fireworks continued along the way, and colorful lights made the interior of the car flickering.

Lu Xiye's eyes were unclear, and he leaned back slightly.

"No?" He smiled, raised his hand and kneaded the back of Qin Moyan's neck: "What is that?"

Qin Moyan raised his eyebrows, and blatantly changed his original answer: "Go fire the cannons first and then go home."

Lu Xiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile in his eyes faltered slightly. For the first time, he realized what it meant to lift a rock to hit himself in the foot.

Qin Moyan bent his eyes, approached him very proudly, and repeated: "Lu Xiye, go and set off the cannon."

"Going to fire the cannon?" With a little force on the fingertips on the back of the neck, Lu Xiye's voice was loose and dangerous: "Are you sure you didn't say a word wrong?"

Qin Moyan was puzzled by the question, so he couldn't help but glance at Lu Xiye.

He knew very well that in some respects he was no match for Lu Xiye at all, so he repeated what he said just now very seriously.

He nodded after confirming that there was no problem: "No."

Lu Xiye didn't speak, but only gave a very ambiguous snort.

For some reason, Qin Moyan, who was very sure of saying "no" just now, suddenly opened his eyes, and then punched Lu Xiye on the shoulder.

"Lu Xiye." He warned softly with some embarrassment.

"Qin Moyan," Lu Xiye collapsed into the seat with a smile: "A gentleman speaks but doesn't move, don't you know?"

Amidst his hearty laughter, Qin Moyan raised his leg and kicked over again: "Is there a gentleman like you?"

Lu Xiye grabbed his ankle and held it in his hand: "Kick again?"

Qin Moyan struggled, but Lu Xiye leaned over and held the back of his head, pulled him towards him, and complained in a low voice: "You're domestic violence again."

This posture really made people feel hot, Qin Moyan tried his best to look fierce.

"You have to abide by male virtues," he shook his fist, "You know my fist is hard, Huang Yubai and Qin Moxun are very afraid." "Are I tougher?" Lu Xiye pinched him His ankle pressed against his leg.

"Lu Xiye!" Qin Moyan's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and his face turned red.

Um? " Lu Xiye responded softly, and let go of his ankle, watching Qin Moyan withdraw his legs in a panic.

He never knew that there was such a bad thing in his bones before, bullying a person to the extreme, and wanted to bully him even deeper.

But the evil taste is mixed with tenderness and pity.

"What do you want to say?" he asked.

Qin Moyan stopped talking, the tip of his tongue twirled in his mouth, and a small bulge protruded from his cheek.

"Angry?" Lu Xiye leaned over again, held his hand in his palm, and apologized kindly: "It's my fault for being angry."

Qin Moyan didn't move, he held his hand softly, and smiled again without being tense.

"Lu Xiye." He called out helplessly, as if there was really nothing he could do.

Lu Xiye answered immediately: "I know I hate it."

Qin Moyan started to laugh for a while, then looked at him a little embarrassedly, and said, "I don't hate it."

From Qin's house to Lu Xiye's residence, he had to pass through a large open park on the way.

When the car stopped on the side of the park road, there were still brilliant fireworks rising in the distance.

"Get out of the car." Lu Xiye squeezed Qin Moyan's palm: "I'll take you to set off the cannon."

Hearing the word "fire the cannon", Qin Moyan laughed again, and couldn't help kicking Lu Xiye lightly.

Lu Xiye opened the trunk with a smile, and took out several completely different fireworks, including a firework stick in his hand.

The two walked in all the way, arrived at an open space, and arranged the fireworks.

"Give me a cigarette." Qin Moyan stretched out his hand to Lu Xiye.

Lu Xiye handed him the cigarette and the lighter: "Have you tried this before?"

Qin Moyan shook his head and recalled with a smile: "When I was very young, I picked up firecrackers that were not fully blown up after being set off by others, and gathered the cockroaches inside. If they were lit with fire, beautiful flowers would pop out."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and lit the cigarette, then squatted down and lit the fuse of the fireworks with the cigarette.

Sparks came out of the wire, and the two of them took two steps back in unison. Qin Moyan unconsciously raised his hand to cover his ears.

Lu Xiye stood behind him with a smile, folded his hands on his, and covered his ears tightly.

The salute exploded into the sky, spreading a large swath of color and light above his head. Qin Moyan looked up in surprise, not noticing that Lu Xiye was focusing his gaze on him.

Qin Moyan, who is novel and full of joy...

Lu Xiye wanted to keep it in his heart and replace Qin Moyan who was silent and slightly cold in his memory.

"Lu Xiye," when Qin Moyan returned to the car with a little smell of gunpowder, the smile in Qin Moyan's eyes was still very strong: "I had a great time playing."

This is the best day, the stars and the moon are far away, but the person you love the most is right in front of you.

It was not the first time for Qin Moyan to visit Lu Xiye's residence, but it was the first time to visit his bedroom.

Lu Xiye's bedroom is very in line with his style of dealing with people, simple and elegant, a bit cold.

But Qin Moyan knew that it was just his appearance, Lu Xiye was actually very complicated, and there were many other sides, some of which only he had seen.

He had just finished taking a shower, and he was wearing Lu Xiye's shirt, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. There were still some tiny water marks on those legs, which were so white that they glistened under the light.

"Come here." Lu Xiye just dried his hair, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to him with a smile.

Qin Moyan stepped on the carpet with bare feet, walked over step by step, and sat down beside him.

Fine drops of water slid down the black hair, dripped on the snow-white neck, and slid down the beautiful curve of the neck all the way into the shirt, leaving only a wet and shiny trace.

Lu Xiye held the hair dryer in one hand, and put the other hand into his hair, drying his hair seriously.

The bed is large, the bedding is fluffy, and the fresh smell of sunshine and laundry detergent lingers in the nose.

The lights were dimmed, and it was a warm orange light, which made people feel comfortable and relaxed.

Lu Xiye gently stroked Qin Moyan's brow bone with his fingertips, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on the center of his brow, his voice darkened: "Ayan."

His long eyes were downcast and dark, with deep desire hidden inside, but his expression was very calm.

"Huh?" Qin Moyan looked at him, his eyes widened, and the end of his eyes drew a nice arc.

"We've met the parents, haven't we?" Lu Xiye asked gently drawing on his eyebrows with his fingertips.

"I haven't met your parents yet," Qin Moyan said softly, "I don't know if your parents don't like me."

"How come?" The corners of Lu Xiye's mouth curled up: "They will like what I like."

Lu Xiye's jaw draws out a beautiful line, his Adam's apple slides up and down when he speaks, the muscle lines on his arms are strong and smooth, and his fingertips are very warm, tiny flames ignite where he strokes, making the whole space glow. Heat up slowly.

Qin Moyan raised his head to kiss the corner of his mouth, Lu Xiye dodged for a while, and kissed back fiercely under Qin Moyan's slightly puzzled eyes.

It's like wanton plunder and occupation, wanting to devour the other party's bones and blood.

Qin Moyan's brain gradually lacked oxygen. He wanted to take a big breath, but his mouth was completely occupied.

Slight pain and numbness dominated his nerves, spreading like electricity from the mouth and where Lucino's fingers passed to all the limbs, and even every pore.

This made him feel that his body no longer belonged to him, but became Lu Xiye's marionette.

"Scream brother." Lu Xiye bit his lip viciously, and pulled it out, revealing his white teeth.

Qin Moyan was almost in a trance, his eyes were moist and the tails of his eyes were bright red, and he called him instinctively: "Lu Xiye."

Lu Xiye gave a low laugh, kneaded his earlobe, and corrected softly: "It's not Lu Xiye, it's brother."

Qin Moyan was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes fluttering as if he was thinking, and after a while he still called out: "Lu Xiye."

"Lu Xiye, Lu Xiye..."

He barked several times in a row, and then asked, "Is that enough?"

Lu Xiye wanted to smile, but his eyes and heart became hot at the same time, which made him lower his head and bite his lips again.

"You're so good," he said softly, praising him sincerely: "It sounds very nice."

Qin Moyan was encouraged, so he smiled, raised his hand to hook his neck, and kissed him back passionately.

Lu Xiye hugged him tightly, and his hot lips touched the sensitive place behind his ears, causing him to tremble slightly.

"Lu Xiye." He called him again, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was about to say something important.

"En." Lu Xiye responded to him, his lips moved down a little bit along his neck, and he raised his body to kiss his cheek again.

In a daze of consciousness, Qin Moyan felt that Lu Xiye's hot body left him for a while, and then there was the sound of opening and closing the bedside table. He seemed to have taken something out, and bent down again.

The temperature in the room was very high, and Qin Moyan had many hickey and finger marks on his body, which reminded Lu Xiye of the roses that fell in Qin Moyan's bedroom that day.

Lu Xiye looked down at him, his eyes were partially covered by eyelashes, making it difficult to see clearly, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but the expression on his face was still very calm.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Qin Moyan bit his lips, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his voice was very soft: "It's okay."

Lu Xiye's movements paused, and he leaned down to kiss him very gently.

The fine water light overflowed from the roots of Qin Moyan's thick eyelashes, dyeing the ends of his eyes wet and red.

"You're crying." Lu Xiye tightened his arms holding him, and kissed his eyes involuntarily.

He looked down at him, that extremely beautiful face was drenched, and it was full of traces of lust, which made the fire in his heart more and more intense.

He leaned over to kiss his lips again, comforting him gently.

Crying is sometimes a compliment, but also a reward, making his heart slightly sour and sweet, like a green fruit that is about to ripen in summer.

When everything was over, Qin Moyan almost collapsed, and closed his eyes heavily at the moment it was over.

His lips were red, swollen and moist, slightly parted, like a flower that had been raped, the juice soaked out, dyeing the whole spring.

Lu Xiye lowered his head lovingly and kissed his sweaty side cheek, satisfied and happy.

That sense of satisfaction cannot be expressed in words, like a dream that I have had for a lifetime has finally come true, and I am so surprised that my chest explodes, but I dare not say it, for fear that I will wake up from the dream as soon as I say it.

"Qin Moyan," he murmured his name softly, hugged him and turned over, letting someone lie on his chest: "Qin Moyan, Qin Moyan, Qin Moyan..."

These three words have long been engraved into his bones and blood, and the lack of a single word makes him feel incomplete.

"Ayan." He tried to call out again.

Then he was amused by himself, kissed Qin Moyan's brow lightly, and called: "Qin Moyan."

Qin Moyan snorted softly in his chest, his brows were slightly frowned, full of exhaustion.

"You sleep." Lu Xiye's big hand stroked his back soothingly: "I'll take you to take a bath."

During the bath, Qin Moyan opened his eyes a few times, but soon fell asleep again.

"Lu Xiye." He said in a daze, "You never said you would be so fierce."

"I'm sorry," Lu Xiye pushed back his sweat-stained hair, exposing his entire face, and said, "Maybe it will be more fierce in the future."

Qin Moyan was confused and only heard the previous sentence.

He smiled, his smile was soft and beautiful, he raised his hand very lightly to touch Lu Xiye's arm, and said reassuringly, "It's okay."