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"Song Cheng, I really have had enough of you."

The moment I opened the door, I confirmed the identity of this "Mr. Jun", turned around and wanted to leave, but he dragged me back into the house, and was trapped in the corner surrounded by his arms.

The lingering and suffocating kiss fell on the corner of my lips, the young man's arms wrapped around my waist, and the heat that could not be ignored was transmitted through the shirt.

"Why is this?" There was no response at all, I turned my face to avoid the kiss, as if talking to myself, "It's been so long, why do such unnecessary things to ruin my life? Why don't you pretend to be the end, Mr. Jun, are you afraid I won't be able to figure it out?"

"Yeah." His voice was so low and gentle that it broke the heart, "Junyan, I've been waiting here for you."

I took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eye: "Wait for me to come and question you?"

Song Cheng rolled his eyes.I haven't seen him for three years, but his appearance has not changed much, but his temperament has become more calm and restrained.A beige thin sweater with a high collar, loose long trousers, and casual clothes can't hide the revealing...

I wanted to take a step back, but there was a porch behind me, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Do not."

He smiled slightly, and the darkness in his eyes made my hair stand on end, and I really felt terrified.

……Danger.

Song City has changed.I don't know what happened in the past three years. Just standing in front of him, I felt a spasm in my throat and my heart beat like a drum.Even though a pair of wide, dry hands with a sense of security clasped my fingers in the next second, it still couldn't wipe off the cold sweat that just broke out on my back.

"I'm waiting for you to come home."

He leaned close to my ear and spoke, the air of his breath gently brushing against my ear.His skin smelled of a familiar crisp scent, the big bottle of discounted body wash we bought together when we were pretending to be each other.

"I regret not cherishing you well. Toshihiko, please be loved by me again."

How can I answer this?

My hand has quietly put on the handle of the door, and the downstairs is where Sun Ning and I live.However, under Song Cheng's gaze, he couldn't move his footsteps at all.

After a few seconds of such stalemate, his smile widened happily.

The slender and thick eyelashes drooped, and the expression on his face could be called shy, but his speaking style was completely opposite to it: "Since you haven't left, can I take it as a tacit agreement? Is the soup I gave you tasty? How hard it is to run back and forth, just have dinner here, I have prepared a few dishes that you like."

He let go of the shackles on me, and picked up the apron draped over the back of the chair.

Song Cheng's figure was already tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his slender fingers neatly tied the apron ties behind his back. He had a considerate and handsome appearance that made people forget what to say for a moment.

"Don't forget to tell Miss Sun, lest she worry."

He turned his head and smiled at me. The evening sun fell on that pretty face, but his eyes were like dark cobwebs that couldn't get rid of, clinging tightly around me: "Can you help me pick vegetables? I want you to be with me all the time." on."

"Song Cheng, I—"

"Come here, if you don't want to work, you can chat with me."

He walked towards me, took my hand in a natural motion, put it on his lips and touched it gently, as if there was an electric current across my skin.Song Cheng smiled at me, and stared straight at me, his eyes were too focused, it seemed that he would not miss a second.

"Toshihiko."

My name came out of his mouth, affectionately and expectantly.The light and fluttering pronunciation was yanked off by a kite string and turned into two imprints full of complex emotions.He didn't say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.

The hand hanging by my side was clenched tightly, the nails were deeply embedded in the skin of the palm, and the pain returned to my trance.

Song Cheng...you know that I can't refuse this kind of tone.

The dinner is home-cooked dishes cooked by Songcheng, there are not many dishes, but I have to admit that every dish is very to my taste.

Earlier, he proposed to invite Sun Ning to have dinner together, but fortunately she declined because she was unwell.I went downstairs and gave Sun Ning the porridge specially cooked by Song Cheng. She looked tired, and she simply thought that I had a good conversation with "Mr. Jun", and didn't think of anything else.

Song Cheng was waiting for me outside the door. Normally, she might have noticed my absent-minded expression.

After dinner, he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie.To be honest, I have no thoughts at all. Even though I know in my heart that I am not the one who made mistakes all these years, sometimes I always look like a anxious student waiting for his grades in front of him.

When I was distracted, Song Cheng had already selected a new movie that was released recently and started playing it, and the dialogue between the characters filled the silent room.

"Eat some fruit."

He pushed the peeled and cut small pieces of pear flesh in front of me. The white flesh smelled moist and sweet, and the taste was particularly good. I reminded myself not to relax too much while eating a whole plate.

Song Cheng immediately got up and cut another portion, poured me the vegetable juice he squeezed, and took out the ingredients from the refrigerator to make bread for me to take away for breakfast.Counting from the fact that he hasn't been doing various things since we met, he is also busy in the kitchen at the moment, like a fluttering butterfly.

"You're a little..." Originally, I wanted to be polite, but I couldn't open my mouth when facing Song Cheng who was calm and composed.There are all kinds of fruit cakes and a large coffee table in front of me. I said with difficulty, "Are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while."

"Is it bothering you? I want to find something to do."

The living room is connected to the dining room. I looked up and saw him standing by the long dining table patiently kneading the dough, with a little white flour rubbed on his cheeks, and he looked very innocent when he looked up and smiled at me.

I had no idea what was going on in the movie, and I didn't bother, except that I was extremely uncomfortable in the situation.I stood up and walked to his side, and said seriously: "Song Cheng, I have seen your real personality before, don't be so hypocritical, it's... strange."

Also cunning.

I chose to live silently by my side for so long, and I also acted relentlessly when we first met, why bother to make such a gesture of not daring to approach me now?Is it interesting to play with my mood?

His movements stopped, and the movie happened to be in the empty scene, and the slightly suppressed slow breathing sound became particularly distinct.The atmosphere became heavy, Song Cheng's forehead hair drooped to cover his eyes, and he said, "If I don't do anything, I can't help but do something to you."

—You want to hit me?

I thought so, and blurted it out without thinking.Song Cheng stared at me sideways for a few seconds, he laughed out loud, "What are you thinking? How is it possible?"

What am I thinking?Even when we were having the most embarrassing fights, he didn't make violent moves like hitting people.

I was so embarrassed that my ears felt hot, Song Cheng slowly picked up a wet towel to wipe his hands, he was gentle and meticulous in everything he did, and didn't say anything until his fingers were wiped clean: "Junyan, I'm not a saint. I have desires for you, but I I don’t want to make the same mistake again, and I dare not.”

The wet touch on his fingers has not disappeared, and it was a little cold when he touched my jaw.

Song Cheng lowered his head and leaned close to me, exhaling a low and gentle breath.The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, outlining the beautiful lip shape, and the erotic feeling becomes more vivid when he opens and closes.

I was shocked by his words, and stared blankly at him, knowing that he looked hopelessly stupid without even thinking about it.I admit that I have had slutty years, and I used to have sex in bed as a daily routine, but I have never heard it so straightforward and detailed...

About my sexual fantasies.

It was the first time in my life that I wanted to cover my ears, but it was in front of Song Cheng, who has always been restrained and polite. This absurd sense of dislocation made me unable to raise my hands for a long time.

"Stay tonight, okay?"

What will happen if I stay, this kind of childish question, as an adult, I can't say it.

Those gentle and beautiful eyes met my gaze, and this was the first time he asked my permission after we met again.We were very close, he rubbed my hot earlobe with his fingertips, and I lowered my eyes.

Song Cheng was hardened.

Now that he wants to leave, with his personality, he will never stop me.No, he actually didn't hinder me from doing anything obviously, all the feeling of being restrained is just my guess based on Song Cheng's previous behavior.

I stretched out my hand to hold my chest, and a strange emotion fermented wildly inside my body.

"Okay, but you can't be too hard on me." I said, "At least not like you said... I'm afraid of pain."

He showed a joyful smile like a winner, the darkness spreading under his eyes was silently put away, and his expression returned to clear and harmless:

"of course."

I did it three times with Song Cheng, once in the bathroom and once on the bed.Another time he pushed me against the wall, and I knelt on the floor with my back against his chest, and if I lowered my waist a little, I would be penetrated deeper by his cock.

In the end, I really had no strength, my legs were so weak that I couldn't stand up, so I had to be carried by him to clean up.

The water temperature is adjusted comfortably, and the bathtub is big enough for two people to sit side by side, but Song Cheng put his arms around me, his hot breath fell on the back of my neck, and his slender fingers combed my wet hair one after another, massaging the acupuncture points for me .

It was past one o'clock in the morning... I was so sleepy that I yawned continuously, wondering if the lame excuse of staying overnight after watching a movie late could fool Sun Ning.

It feels good to have sex with Song Cheng, he is strong yet considerate, taking my pleasure into consideration as much as possible.He kissed my forehead: "Toshihiko, you didn't talk much today."

Didn't the words have been finished by you?I thought a little funny.

"You probably already knew that Yang Chen and Andre are here too." I leaned back into his arms, "But my attitude towards you is different from them. Song Cheng, do you know why?"

He asked softly, "Why?"

"Because you don't owe me anything."

The disabled left leg was submerged in hot water, and there was a slight tingling deep in the bone.I went on to say, "I will pay back everything you helped me. We have written off each other's mistakes, so you don't have to blame yourself."

Song Cheng wrapped his hands around my waist, he tightened his arms, and I was tightly trapped in this hug: "Junyan, I don't understand what you mean."

His tone was suddenly dark, and the change was so obvious that he even abandoned the cover on the surface, revealing the terrifying twisted love inside.The atmosphere was so tense that if I said a wrong word, I would be drowned in this bathtub. I was unmoved and let him hug me hard.

The turbulent emotion was about to overflow from my chest, and I squinted to look at the dazzling bathroom light overhead.

The warm lighting at this moment is so similar to the hotel chandelier when I knelt at his feet and begged.

"Tomorrow morning I want oatmeal with a little sugar."

I answered irrelevant questions, Song Cheng paused, relaxed his hands, and gently stroked my lower abdomen, turning a blind eye to the black tattoos there.His tone was exceptionally gentle, exactly the kind I was obsessed with: "Okay, I'll cook for you."

Song Cheng, I've had enough of you.

Why bother to play Mr. Jun, it's nothing more than a re-enactment, a combination of grace and power, false longing and tenderness, elusive and superior love.

Always in our relationship with ease, controlling my every move, but my sincerity is protected layer by layer, and I am stingy in showing half of it.

You can treat me as a puppet in your hand, and lure me to fall twice in the same pit.

But one day, I'm going to rip apart... your mask.