There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu spent the whole day absent-minded. The kiss in the dream occupied his whole mind. Once he caught the opportunity, the soft feeling would touch his two lips, as if it were an illusion.

Uncle Wang's daughter, Yanyan, called Meng Heyu twice before calling him back to his senses. She curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and said in a coquettish tone: "Brother Meng, pay attention."

Meng Heyu nodded embarrassingly, saying sorry repeatedly.

Winter is coming, and Yanyan will soon go to Moscow for training.She is still at the best age for learning the language, her learning progress is good, and she has no problem with some basic communication with the locals.

Seeing that she was about to fly to Moscow, Meng Heyu couldn't help being envious.

He also wanted to fly to that distant country, but where should he go after the plane landed?Moscow, once his home, is now completely unwelcoming.

Homesickness is fermenting all the time. Meng Heyu remembered a sentence he heard somewhere, saying that one should not leave home for too long, because if you leave for too long, you will not be able to go back.

He was really afraid that this would come true.He misses Moscow's snow, spirits, and fire.

Fortunately, there is still one thing to look forward to in life. Meng Heyu waits every minute for the night to come.

But this night he dreamed of a scene that was different from before.In the past, it was a closed place, Zhong Chengming's home, his apartment, and the amusement park, but this night Meng Heyu saw the most open scenery in the world.

They dreamed of the sea.

As far as the eye could see, the water waves shone brightly under the sun, and a gust of sea breeze came head-on, and the breath was filled with the unique muddy smell of sea water.

There is a golden light overflowing between the wisps of clouds, the sky is blue, and it almost meets the sea in the distance, the sea and sky are the same.

Someone was wearing a white shirt and was standing by the seaside overlooking the distance. That tall and straight figure was easy to recognize, but Meng Heyu swallowed Zhong Chengming's words.

I'm shy.

He woke up after that kiss last night. This was the first time they met since that kiss. What identity and posture should we use to face Zhong Chengming?

After all, they haven't officially announced the start yet.

Meng Heyu was still thinking about it, Zhong Chengming had already noticed the existence of Meng Heyu for a second, and turned around.

Meng Heyu was wearing shorts and slippers, and his soft black hair was blown messily by the sea breeze. At first glance, he looked sloppy, but upon closer inspection, his natural delicate face was still enviable to others.

Zhong Chengming smiled very lightly at him

Meng Heyu's heart skipped a beat immediately.

Zhong Chengming seldom smiles, he is indifferent - that is not accurate, he is indifferent to everyone who has nothing to do with him.

Even if you laugh and don't admit it, it seems like you're losing face.In addition to being indifferent, he is also quite strong.

But at this very second, he showed a smile to Meng Heyu without reservation.Once the ice and snow melt, everything will return to spring.

Meng Heyu suddenly didn't want to care about anything else. He didn't want to think about whether it was an official start or whether he needed a confession.

Just picked up his pace and ran towards Zhong Chengming, opened his hands, and flew into Zhong Chengming's arms like a bird.

A person's torso is always extraordinarily warm, and Meng Heyu immediately felt the warmth of a living creature, wrapping him happily.

He was half a head shorter than Zhong Chengming, and when he was in Zhong Chengming's arms, he just pressed his face against Zhong Chengming's neck.

The pleasant smell on Zhong Chengming's body was even stronger at this place. With the breath, it entered Meng Heyu's lungs and penetrated into Zhou's blood vessels, making Meng Heyu's limbs go limp, and he felt very relieved.

He seemed to understand something too.

This kind of peace of mind is a feeling that is infinitely close to home.

"Long time no see." Zhong Chengming laughed softly.

"Really?" Meng Heyu said honestly, "It's only been a day?"

One day, the whole day, is enough to turn thoughts into sharp weapons and press against the heart step by step.

Zhong Chengming sighed in secret: He has become greedy so soon, and wished he could meet Meng Heyu in the daytime.

"It feels like it's been a long time," Zhong Chengming confessed honestly, and he didn't forget to ask Meng Heyu, "Don't you think so?"

Of course, Meng Heyu felt that this day was like a year, and he was not in the mood to do anything, and even knocked over a wine glass.

"Zhong Chengming," Meng Heyu rubbed his cheek against Zhong Chengming's neck. Acting like a baby is an innate skill that no one needs to learn, "I miss you so much."

The thing in Zhong Chengming's chest immediately jumped like crazy, until his lower abdomen became hot.

He lifted Meng Heyu away from his arms, and said helplessly and dotingly: "How come..."

"Just what?" Meng Heyu asked.

Just zoom in, "Just say this kind of thing."

"Can't you say such things?" Meng Heyu blinked, "Why can't I miss you? Zhong Chengming, I just miss you. I want to die. I wish I could pour myself a bottle of sleeping pills."

"Then you really want to die," Zhong Chengming couldn't laugh or cry, rubbed Meng Heyu's head, and said, "Let's go sit on the beach."

So the two sat side by side on the sandy beach, and it didn't matter that their underwear was wet by the waves.

Langhua brought up some fine shells, Meng Heyu held them down, picked them up, and smirked at the sun.

The shells penetrated by the sun emit a delicate and white luster, just like Meng Heyu's exposed skin.Every inch of his collarbone, his fingers, and his calves exudes a terrifying charm, making Zhong Chengming, who is staring at him, want to touch him unconsciously.

He did exactly that, holding Meng Heyu's hand.

Meng Heyu turned his head suspiciously, only to see Zhong Chengming lift his hand to his lips, kiss it, and then tuck it into his palms.

Like accidentally picking something rare on the beach, full of love and affection.

Meng Heyu never knew that Zhong Chengming would look like this when he was in love.

And Zhong Chengming himself didn't know.This side of himself did not know where he was hiding in the previous 28 years, and he had never met him.

He just followed his inner guidance and did what he wanted.

After meeting Meng Heyu, many mysteries of Zhong Chengming's self-awareness got the truth.

In fact, he doesn't have any skin-to-skin phobia at all, and he can't tolerate skin-to-skin contact with anyone.He just wants to touch the flawless skin like Meng Heyu, like the new snow in early winter, there is no place around his body to hide dirt.

The desire for skin-to-skin contact is an instinct engraved in everyone's genes. Zhong Chengming forcibly suppressed it for more than 20 years. Meng Heyu, like a sharp scissors, once cut off all the ropes that imprisoned Zhong Chengming.

And the strong lust released suddenly concentrated on Meng Heyu.

Zhong Chengming's fingertips gently rubbed Meng Heyu's side face, endured and endured, finally couldn't help it, and kissed those two rosy lips again.

It's just a taste, although Zhong Chengming's ambition is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and for a moment he even wanted to pry Meng Heyu's teeth open.

Meng Heyu was dumbfounded, Zhong Chengming knew that he had a chance.

But finally it stopped.Haste makes waste, and the plot develops too quickly and often goes off track.

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Zhong Chengming!Mom won't let you stop! ! !