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"Can you give me a kiss?"

"Just be...help me."

Cen Baiyan felt a violent tremor coming from his left heart, and the frantically beating heart seemed to be about to burst through his chest.

The light in the hut was not turned on, and the dim light of the sky squeezed in through the cracks in the curtains, falling on Xuan Zhao's thin shoulders.

He took off his short jacket and was wearing an off-white cotton shirt. The skin on the neck under the collar was so white that it was almost transparent, showing a smooth texture like ivory; to the thrilling arc.

Cen Baiyan's throat tightened intermittently, and the heat of his breath almost burned his throat.

How can there be such a person?

Obviously he is a cripple, obviously has scars on his face, obviously he was born in a poor environment, and obviously he is not so perfect, but Xuan Zhao is like an extremely delicate handicraft, without a stroke, it looks monotonous, Adding a sum seems exaggerated.

For example, at this kind of moment, when they look at each other in a secret space, Cen Baiyan can't help but have some kind of absurd and nasty thoughts—Xuan Zhao's disabilities and defects are also beautiful and natural, as if he was born with It should be like this.

Cen Baiyan didn't speak, so Xuan Zhao didn't speak either.

He leaned his back against the wall, his left foot was pointing to the ground, and his gaze was fixed on Cen Baiyan's face. With straightforward expectations.

This look made Cen Baiyan's heart burst with sadness.

For the first time, Xuanzhao showed his fragility nakedly, like a drowning man, waiting piously for Cen Baiyan to give him a breath of life-saving air.

How strange, Cen Boyan stared at Xuan Zhao, his heart beating.

How strange, Cen Baiyan thought to himself that the one who opened himself up was Xuanzhao, but he was the one who couldn't wait to hold a heart in his hand and give it to him?

Cen Baiyan didn't respond for a while, Xuanzhao sighed almost inaudibly, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to, after all, we've only been together for two days—"

Before he could say the last word, Cen Baiyan stepped forward, leaned over and pressed Xuan Zhao against the wall, while protecting the back of Xuan Zhao's head with one hand.

Xuan Zhao let out a low cry, and when he raised his eyes again, Cen Baiyan's handsome and profound face suddenly enlarged in front of him, the tips of their noses touched, and there was a finger's distance between their lips.

"Xuan Zhao, you are self righteous again, how do you know I don't want to?" Cen Baiyan said in a deep voice.

When he spoke, his lips were warm, with the sweetness of strawberry milk.

"After meeting you for the second time," Cen Baiyan carefully traced Xuan Zhao's face with his eyes, from the corners of the forehead, the tip of the eyebrows, the end of the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, repeatedly and tirelessly, "I dreamed of you."

His eyes seemed to be hot, and Xuan Zhao's hands and feet were so hot that he didn't know where to put them.

Xuanzhao was obviously nervous, but he still looked into Cen Baiyan's eyes: "What did you dream about me?"

Cen Baiyan's gaze finally settled on Xuan Zhao's lips: "I dreamed that I kissed you."

Xuan Zhao smiled lightly: "Is there anything else?"

Cen Baiyan's eyes were glued to Xuan Zhao's lips, and his voice was low: "You will know the rest later."

After saying this, he clasped the palm of the back of Xuan Zhao's head hard, and at the same time bent down, lowered his head and kissed Xuan Zhao.

The moment the lips met, Xuanzhao's computer-like brain briefly failed, and a white light exploded with a "boom", followed by colorful and light fireworks. The tips are crispy.

Xuan Zhao spent so much time standing up again, but at this moment, he felt as if all the bones in his body had been taken away, and his legs seemed to be stepping on clouds, almost unable to stand up.

Cen Boyan wrapped Xuan Zhao's waist with his strong arms, allowing Xuan Zhao to put most of his weight on him.

Their bodies were touching, and Xuan Zhao could feel the muscles in Cen Baiyan's chest and lower abdomen getting harder and harder, but the kiss was very light.

Cen Baiyan was afraid of disturbing his precious vase, so his lips just stuck to Xuan Zhao's lips, rolling and touching gently.

His sincere and deep love was vividly conveyed through this restrained and forbearing kiss. This kiss was obviously very light, but Xuan Zhao couldn't bear such feelings.

He would rather Cen Baiyan treat him roughly, he has never been treated so preciously by anyone, his body feels joy, trembling and almost drowning in this kiss, but a deeper panic surges from the depths like a wave ——What you have now is all cheated and fake.

"Zhaozhao." Cen Baiyan whispered to him affectionately, stroking the back of Xuanzhao's head with one hand, and gently rubbing the soft flesh on Xuanzhao's waist with the other hand, "Can I?"

Xuan Zhao is still in dizziness: "."

Cen Baiyan held Xuan Zhao's plump lower lip, and said vaguely: "Can I kiss you? Can I?"

He asked Xuanzhao's opinion in a gentlemanly manner, but before Xuanzhao could reply, he tightened his arms, couldn't bear it anymore, and began to really attack the city.

As the kiss gradually deepened, Cen Baiyan's fingers penetrated into Xuan Zhao's black hair, kneading the back of his head repeatedly with his fingertips. Knowing the flavor of the marrow, gradually showing the dominance of wanting to press Xuan Zhao completely into the body.

The slight sound of water stains resounded in the hut. Xuan Zhao didn't know if he was breathing or if he was still standing. His eyelashes trembled violently. Seeing Cen Baiyan's eyes closed tightly, there was an unbearable feeling of being obsessed with him. Explicit sex|sensuality.

"Zhaozhao," Cen Baiyan licked the corners of his lips, and called his nickname in a very low voice, "Zhaozhao, you like me, you like me the first time you see me, don't you? Do you like me? "

Under the oppression of Cen Baiyan's strong breath, Xuan Zhao could only gasp for breath. Cen Baiyan stared at his wet lips, and suddenly laughed silently, with Xuan Zhao's lips in his mouth, he said vaguely: "I like you too, I like you very much, I liked you very early on."

He pressed Xuan Zhao against the wall and continued the lingering kiss.

Xuan Zhao half-opened his eyes, looking at Cen Baiyan's deep eyebrows and straight nose, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Do you like me, Zhaozhao?" Cen Baiyan asked him tirelessly, "You like me, right?"

Xuan Zhao didn't dare to speak, for fear that once he spoke, some emotions would no longer be restrained.

"Did someone bully you when you were young?" Cen Baiyan kissed Xuan Zhao's eyes.

Xuan Zhao closed his eyes: "Yes."

"How did you bully you?" Cen Baiyan held Xuan Zhao tightly in his arms.

Xuan Zhao's breathing was short and rapid, and many pictures rushed in like a flood that opened the gate.

Said he was crippled, said his mother was mentally ill, pushed him, stepped on his feet, deliberately surrounded him when he went to the toilet, hit him with a basketball in gym class, and ignorant hooligans robbed him of money.

He will be ridiculed when he receives a love letter from a girl, he will be ridiculed when he takes the No.

Xuanzhao often recalls these scenes, and the sharper the knife, the stronger he will be sharpened. Later, he has been able to face these terrible memories without changing his face and without being shocked.

However, at this moment, under Cen Baiyan's warm comfort, Xuan Zhao actually felt his eye sockets wet and hot, obviously he no longer felt wronged or sad.

"Didn't you want me to save you?" Cen Baiyan sighed, "I'm late."

"...No." Xuan Zhao forced out two words.

Cen Baiyan kissed Xuan Zhao's forehead: "Seven-year-old Xuan Zhao."

Xuan Zhao's five fingers curled into the palm of his hand uncontrollably.

Cen Boyan then kissed Xuan Zhao's trembling eyelashes: "Eight-year-old Xuan Zhao."

".Bo Yan."

The next kiss fell between the eyebrows: "Nine-year-old Xuan Zhao."

Along the bridge of the nose, to the delicate jaw, then to the Adam's apple, neck fossa, and shoulders, from the seven-year-old Xuanzhao to the 22-year-old Xuanzhao.

The last one, Cen Baiyan took Xuan Zhao's hand, bent down piously like a real knight, and landed a hot kiss on the back of Xuan Zhao's hand.

"23-year-old Xuan Zhao."

Xuanzhao thought in a trance, did Cen Baiyan really come to save him?

He was seven years old, he was eight years old, he was nine years old. He was 23 years old.

He stared blankly at Cen Baiyan's face, his eyes were a little dazed and unfamiliar.

"What are you thinking?" Cen Baiyan patted the side of his face.

Xuan Zhao's Adam's apple twitched, and his downcast eyes covered the gloom in his eyes: "If I were really seven, eight, or nine years old...it would be fine."

"Don't be stupid," Cen Baiyan hugged him with a smile, "It's not too late now."

Xuan Zhao buried his head in the crescent of his neck.

It's late, Cen Baiyan, it's really late.

Cen Boyan was sticky at Xuanzhao's place all afternoon before he was willing to leave.

He hugged Xuanzhao and kissed Xuanzhao, but he still felt that it was not enough. After eating and washing dishes, Xuanzhao also hugged him from behind. In the end, he broke a bowl and a spoon, and Xuanzhao drove him away in a cold voice. up.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow," Cen Baiyan stuck in the crack of the door, "Today's meeting is not over yet."

"Got it, got it," Xuan Zhao waved his hand, "Go back quickly."

Cen Baiyan sniffed: "You really want to drive me away?"

Xuan Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, and his tone was full of jokes: "Bo Yan, you are an older child, you can't be so clingy."

"Fuck!" Cen Baiyan scolded with a smile, "Do what you can!"

The two men at the opposite door happened to go out with a big cardboard box in their arms. When they saw Cen Baiyan and Xuan Zhao trembling with fright, they said tremblingly, "Both brothers, we moved away and went back to our hometown to work."

Cen Baiyan scoffed, none of his business.

But Cen Baiyan noticed that these two people seemed to be very afraid of Xuanzhao, he hesitated to say: "Brother, you hold your hands high, don't—"

Xuan Zhao interrupted at the right time, and said softly to Cen Baiyan: "Boyan, go back quickly, it's not easy to walk in the alley after dark."

"What did you just say, what are you talking about?" Cen Baiyan raised his chin at them.

The two men moved away because of the monitoring in Xuanzhao's hands. They went out to work, but they didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble. After thinking about it for several days, they felt that it would be safer to stay away from this cripple.

Cen Baiyan always felt that these two were not good people, and worried that they were plotting against Xuan Zhao, so he frowned and shouted: "Hurry up and make it clear."

They glanced at Xuan Zhao anxiously.

Xuan Zhao was expressionless and shook his head very slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay," the two men looked at each other, "You held your hands high, you swollen my wrist last time."

"Go away, pack up your things!" Cen Baiyan shook his hands angrily, then turned his head and said to Xuan Zhao, "They moved away, or I will move here?"

Xuan Zhao was stunned.

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Let me tell you about this matter more seriously. After all, a novel is a novel, and it must be distinguished from reality.

From a practical point of view, I don’t agree with Xuanzhao’s approach, but literary creation cannot be equated with the real world. Friends who can’t accept Xuanzhao’s behavior may not be suitable for this article. I respect everyone's different preferences in reading Si Qiaowen, and I hope some readers can respect the setting of the article~