mud buddha

What woke Benoit up the next morning was the aroma of porridge.

"Get up, Benoit." Nibel patted the quilt, put the porridge on the bed, and sat down beside him.

"I don't really want to eat meat in the morning." Benoit turned over in the quilt, lying on the pillow, with red ears.The voice came out from the pillow, a little muffled, each syllable dragging stickily.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Nibel supported Benoit's shoulders, and put his hand under his forehead: "I still feel a little burnt."

Benoit pressed Nibel's hand with his forehead: "I think it's okay, I don't have a fever."

"Okay. Then let them make some green vegetables."

"I want to eat what you made."

Nibel tried to pull his hand out, but Benoit tilted his head and glanced at him, so he simply stopped moving: "It's not impossible, but I can't. If you want to eat, I will learn and cook for you in two days. "

"Are your eyes completely healed?"

"Sometimes I can see clearly."

So Benoit sat up abruptly and grabbed Nibel's hand: "Great! Then I want to eat lamb chops."

"Okay." Nibel smiled, his expression was terribly gentle, reminiscent of the crimson maple forest in late autumn, deeply and shallowly embedded in the top of the mountain, like a cloud, warm and dazzling.

Benoit's face also turned red: "Then let's eat meat porridge today, it's not impossible."

"Then get up and take a shower."

After he finished eating, Nibel took the bowl down and walked up again: "Do you still want to sleep?"

"A little bit." Benoit leaned against the head of the bed, "I want to wash my hair."

"Can I help you wash?"

Benoit's eyes were bent like two bright moons: "Can you wash well?"

"Don't underestimate me." Nibel walked over and pinched Benoit's face.Benoit's face was white and soft, and when he pinched it, it left red finger marks, like a plum blossom.

The bathroom was steaming, and Benoit sat on the bench and looked at Nibel, who was testing the water temperature with his back turned to him, frowning and holding his chin, as if he was doing some important chemical experiment.

After he finished the adjustment with difficulty, Benoit almost fell asleep sitting on the bench.

"All right, Benoit."

For fear that Benoit would catch a cold, Nibel did not let him take off his clothes, but moved another stool and let him lie down.

"I can take a shower by the way."

"I wipe it for you every day, but it's not very convenient to wash your hair."

Benoit closed his mouth, covered his face with his hands, and the tips of his ears were red.

After a while, Benoit said, "I... I have a birthmark on my stomach."

Nibel froze for a moment: "Ah, I have a little impression."

"Isn't it very pretty?"

"It's not pretty on its own, but I think it's pretty on you," Nibel said as he wet his hair.

Benoit blinked, and raised his eyes to sneak a look at Nibel's face.

"What's wrong?" Nibel looked at the soap and a small bottle brought out.He remembered that Benoit would use that vial, but there was no label on it, and he didn't know what it was and when to use it.

"Are you confused about which one to use first?"

"What is this vial?"

"Rose water. Don't you know?"

"You don't have a label or anything on it." Nibel pulled up Benoit's hair and soaped him carefully.

"I had a dream yesterday." Benoit closed his eyes, feeling Nibel's fingertips gently circling on his scalp.

"what?"

"I dreamed that you told me that you don't love me." He began to speak in detail. Due to the influence of his personal emotions, he spoke too hastily. He turned upside down and exaggerated for a while, adding oil and vinegar, and turned into a love for Nibel. accused.

Nibel laughed helplessly, playing with the hair in his hand.Benoit's red hair tangled between his fingers like wet seaweed.

The room was bright and majestic, the window was opened a crack, and the wind outside blew the curtains slightly, making the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

Benoit felt his eyes darken, and there was a slight coolness on his lips.Nibel pecked his lips lightly, his eyes were like peach petals, with a clear watery light at this moment.

"No, Benoit," Nibel said softly, "I love you."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the tip of Benoit's nose: "As I said, I belong to you."

Benoit closed his eyes: "Okay, I see."

Hearing Nibel's chuckle, he moved his head slightly: "The foam is about to get on your clothes."

"Then I'll change it in a while."

It wasn't until Nibel helped him wash off all the foam and stood behind him with a towel wrapped in his hair to absorb water, that he finally spoke in a low voice, as if it would be blown away by a gust of wind: "Well, I love you too. "

Nibel paused for a moment and didn't speak, but the movements of his hands became lighter.

"What are you going to do next, are you going back to the city?"

"It's almost time to go back. By the way, Anne-I don't know if she is willing to-get her back. And Mrs. Robinson, I have to go to her too."

"Mrs. Robinson?"

"She helped me take care of the business some time ago, no matter how I say it, I have to thank her." Nibel put away the towel: "Okay."

Benoit turned around and hugged Nibel.Nibel was folding towels, seeing this, he put the towels on the chair, and hugged him back.

"I still want to hear from you." Benoit buried his face on Nibel's shoulder.

"What? Say I love you?"

After speaking, Nibel felt a pain in his shoulder.Benoit nodded, leaning on his shoulder, his chin poking into his trapezius.

"Okay, I love you." Nibel said softly, "I love you. You can hear it as many times as you want."

"Then you have to tell me every day."

"Okay, I love you."

"It has to be said many, many times, tens of thousands of times and hundreds of thousands of times."

Nibel tilted his head and thought for a while: "If you say it ten times a day, you can say it 650 times in a year. If you live to be a hundred years old, I can say it 28 times."

"It doesn't sound like much," Benoit raised his face, and gently bit Nibel's side neck: "Then I will live to be two hundred years old. We can't do anything when we are old. We just sit and sit every day." In the yard, the only thing you have to do is tell me you love me."

"Okay, when we die, we will be buried together. Someone passing by our tombstone will hear me calling Benoit I love you underground. Surprise them." Nibel felt Benoit on the side of his neck. Moist tongue.Benoit bit and licked, and occasionally sucked lightly. Nibel just tilted his head so that Benoit could move better.

"Then we'll be buried in the same coffin."

"Ok."

"But I'm afraid—" A line of rose-red hickeys appeared on Nibel's neck, like the footprints of a sika deer on the snow in winter. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you for so long."

Niebel picked Benoit's chin, looked straight into his eyes, and smiled lightly, like the faint sunlight revealed on a gloomy rainy day: "It is enough that I can always be with you."

He pressed Benoit's lips, biting his lower lip with a hint of menace and comfort.Benoit stuck out his tongue to lick Nibel's teeth.

Hearing a tut, Nibel let go of his mouth: "Go to bed."

Benoit sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Nibel, curiously exploring like a child.Nibel tore off the thin tape that held the bed curtain at the head of the bed, and covered Benoit's eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Benoit asked him, getting no verbal answer.

The room was already quiet, and Benoit was wearing pajama pants, which were easy to untie.Nibel lowered his head, and when Benoit realized what happened, his face was already flushed.He couldn't wait to untie the cloth strips from his eyes, but Nibel stopped him.

"do not move."

So Benoit put down his hands obediently, clenched his hands into fists and placed them by his legs.Nibel patted the slightly trembling thigh next to his face: "Relax."

"How can it be possible to relax!" Benoit bit his lip, until finally his waist shrugged unconsciously.

Nibel then stood up and untied the cloth from Benoit's eyes.He opened his mouth to Benoit and spat out his mouth into the palm of his hand.

"You..." Benoit wanted to look away shyly, but his eyes seemed to be glued to the opponent's hand.Niebel put his other hand on his shoulder, pushed him down on the bed, and sat himself on Benoit's lap.

He looked down at Benoit: "It's also the first time I've done this kind of thing...you help me take off my pants."

Like a puppet, Benoit was completely stunned, obediently helping him take off his pants.Nibel was wearing a two-piece pajamas, and the jacket covered his thighs. At this time, the bottom of the jacket was propped up, and the scenery between the legs was faintly visible.

Nibel leaned back with his hands stained with Benoit's things, and Benoit felt that he had stopped thinking, only hearing the sound of sticky water and Nibel's suppressed groans.

Looking at Nibel undulating on his body, Benoit felt as if he had turned into a horse, leading Nibel to gallop on the grassland.It's just that the grassland seems to be rolling and undulating, like a sea tide, throwing him up and down.

Nibel bent down, fell on him, and whispered in his ear: "Benoit, I love you."

Benoit blinked: "It's still 28 nine times away."

The voice in the ear trembled and smiled again: "Okay, I love you."

Nibel kept panting, and the three words became broken and crumbled into meaningless syllables, and he said it over and over again.Benoit rolled over and put Nibel under him.

"The first time?" During the confrontation, Benoit pinched Nibel's waist and said.He seemed to have just begun to think, and was processing the information that Nibel just conveyed one by one.

"I said, I'm yours." Nibel stared at Benoit.Benoit's hair fell down on Nibel's chest and stomach.Nibel reached out and grabbed his hair, like a traveler who has fallen into a cliff and grabbed a vine.

Benoit laughed, his eyes were red, and he lowered his head to kiss Nibel: "You are mine."

"Well, I love you. I will always be with you." Nibel said vaguely between lips and teeth.

Benoit stopped: "Say it again."

"I love you and I will always be with you. Always be with you."

Hearing this sentence, Benoit shook his waist twice, fell on Nibel and licked his side face.Nibel was about to let him pull it out, but he felt the other person stand upright inside again.He raised his neck, straightened his waist, let out a sigh, and let the other party manipulate him.

"Your energy after recovering from a serious illness is quite good." Nibel took the time to pinch Benoit's arm, and helped Benoit tie his hair to prevent being crushed.

Benoit buried himself in Nibel's chest and did not speak. Feeling pinched, he took two bites in retaliation until Nibel's waist collapsed.

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It's a pity that I can't write in detail that Benoit is a very insecure innocent child, so Nibel finally decided to take action to make Benoit believe that he loves him