Overtone

Everything seemed to happen suddenly and gradually.

Qi Ye leaned against the sofa, squinted his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him through his damp hair.

I can't tell whose sweat it is.

They entangled together, hugged each other tightly, frantically absorbing the breath in each other's mouth.

At this moment, even the air is scorching hot, like an airtight day in the scorching heat, the sweat is sticky and sticky, completely soaking through the fabric of the sofa.

Xiao Cheng's fingertips lightly stroked Qi Ye's back, moving down, and pressed Qi Ye's side waist.

"Can you?" His voice was hoarse.

Qi Ye looked at him, saw his sweaty reflection in those eyes, wrapped his arms around his neck, pulled him violently, and fell down on the sofa with Xiao Cheng.

Beautiful light came in through the curtains.

When the feeling comes, you can't resist it, let alone a male in his thirties.Their skins were tightly pressed together, and Qi Ye shivered from the scalding heat.

Xiao Cheng circled Qi Ye, sweat slipped from his cheeks, and then trickled down his chin.

There is endless tenderness in his eyes, and this kind of emotion gradually accumulates and piles up, and when it reaches the extreme value, it becomes a deep desire to control.

Just like that, Xiao Cheng firmly clasped Qi Ye's wrist with an occupying attitude, and kissed it again.

Qi Ye couldn't think about anything, so he could only respond to him more actively.

The sofa cloth rubbed against the back of his neck, and the rough linen texture made him frown slightly.Xiao Cheng took a look, put his hand on the back of his head, and unbuttoned him with the other hand.

The sofa is not enough for two people to toss, and there is almost no space left.

While breathing, Qi Ye suddenly hissed softly.

"what happened?"

"……fine."

Xiao Cheng stopped and stood up.

"It's okay." Qi Ye moved his calf, "Maybe he hit his knee on a roller coaster."

Qi Ye couldn't see the situation with his vision, he thought it was just a little pain, but Xiao Cheng could see it clearly - besides a large bruise, there was also redness and swelling on his knee, and the skin was broken.

Seeing Xiao Cheng's hesitation, Qi Ye patted his face: "It's okay, continue."

Xiao Cheng smiled, and gently kissed the corner of Qi Ye's eyes.

After a few seconds, he pressed it against his ear and whispered softly, "We'll talk about it when you're better."

Hearing his words, Qi Ye frowned and looked at him like a child who was not satisfied, but in the end he gave a vague "hmm".

However, the high tide is easy but the low tide is difficult.

Even if the reason is pulled back from the edge, such an abrupt interruption is not a problem.

What's more, it's all done here, and it's unreasonable to go out directly when the energy comes up, and it hurts the body to hold back.

Both of them are suffering.

After a while, I heard Xiao Cheng say: "I will help you."

Qi Ye was stunned for a moment, looking at him through the mist in his eyes, Xiao Cheng's kiss fell back to his collarbone again, and his head was buried on the side of his neck, turning red.

Not long after, the tiny calluses on the opponent's fingertips were directly stimulated by the tactile nerve.

Then, there is the warm moisture.

Qi Ye's breathing became heavy. He lowered his head and grabbed Xiao Cheng's hair, but he couldn't find any other point of strength. He could only stretch his neck into a beautiful arc.

Everything is about a coming and going.

When the two of them were settled and comfortable, and then they were so noisy that they couldn't move, they lazily stuck together and breathed calmly on the sofa.

Xiao Cheng rubbed Qi Ye's curly hair, and his hoarse voice faded: "Go take a bath."

"I don't want to move, let me lie down for a while." Qi Ye said with narrowed eyes.

Xiao Cheng smiled, put his arms around Qi Ye's shoulder and said "um", and didn't urge him any more.

The two dawdled for a while before getting up slowly, and after simply tidying up the sofa, they walked across the mess all over the floor to the bathroom.

Accompanied by the dense water vapor, Qi Ye was in a trance while rinsing his mouth.

It’s not that the matter is over when it’s over. Oftentimes, it’s not the process that needs to be delayed for a while, but the question of who to be with.As long as Qi Ye thinks of Xiao Cheng's usual appearance and compares it with what happened just now, he can't bear it at all.

"I put the pajamas on the table." Xiao Cheng knocked on the door.

Qi Ye opened the glass door slightly and responded.

There are two bathrooms in Xiao Cheng's house, one in the living room and one in the master bedroom.

Originally, Qi Ye thought it was okay to take a bath together after watching everything, but Xiao Cheng insisted on pushing him into the bathroom in the master bedroom, and went to the one in the living room by himself.

When Qi Ye came out wearing a bath towel, he saw neatly folded dark pajamas on the sink. Other than that, razors and toner were put aside.

The living room has long been cleaned up.

Two night lights were turned on, and a glass of warm milk and two honey cakes were placed on the dining table in the open kitchen.

Qi Ye walked over consciously, picked up the milk, and took a look at the study.

The light of the incandescent lamp shone on the desk, and Xiao Cheng was already correcting the thesis.

Seeing Qi Ye approaching, he raised his head from the computer and smiled indulgently: "There is still food in the refrigerator, go get it when you're hungry."

"Not hungry." Qi Ye shook the cake in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm already full."

Xiao Cheng leaned back, gave him a meaningful look, and smiled in his eyes.

He opened the drawer and took out povidone iodine and cotton swabs: "Sit here and help you apply the medicine."

Qi Ye went over obediently.

The soft pajamas brought a sense of security, after being rolled up above the knees, Qi Ye raised his head to watch Xiao Cheng apply the medicine.The light and shadow hit his straight nose, Qi Ye looked at it for a while, and said, "I don't even want to go back."

"Then move here." Xiao Cheng raised his eyes and smiled.

"No." Qi Ye said, "The rental period of the foreign house is still more than a year. If I come here directly, it will be a waste of money."

Xiao Cheng still smiled.

When it was almost time to get up, he took the key from the table and gave him the key: "Come over if you want to live in the future."

"Yeah." Qi Ye nodded and said hello.

Living together or something, although it is very nice, but you still have to give him some time to clean up the bungalow and other messy things before living here.

Qi Ye took a sip of milk, suddenly remembered something, and called out "Professor Xiao".

"Ok?"

"Where do I sleep tonight?"

"You choose." Xiao Cheng said, "Both the master bedroom and the guest bedroom are fine."

Qi Ye thought for a while, then tentatively asked in a low voice, "Then...the guest bedroom?"

Xiao Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Really, just sleep in the guest bedroom." Qi Ye said, "You have been sleeping in the master bedroom, and I have to make room to change the bedding and sheets when I come here, which is very troublesome."

"Why do you have to change the sheets?" Xiao Cheng asked him with a smile.

"Huh?" Qi Ye was stunned for a moment, his face burning hot.

He didn't think much about that at all, and when he mentioned it, he thought of what happened just now.

If Professor Xiao is the calm one, at most he would flirt openly, but he hides it, and occasionally hitting him unexpectedly can immediately make him slam into chaos.

"Okay, I won't tease you." Xiao Cheng handed the iodine to Qi Ye, "Take this to the bedroom, don't get wet on your knees when you wash up, there are cotton swabs that are not enough, be careful. "

Qi Ye was delighted when he heard it.

I have never seen Professor Xiao who is so nagging.

Qi Ye also went to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk for Xiao Cheng.

After sending it to the study, he entered the guest bedroom.

The bright lights "snap" on, and a neat gray minimalist room greets the eye.

It was still Xiao Cheng's usual style, the whole room was so tidy that there was no breath of life.

Qi Ye put the potion on the table, and his eyes accidentally fell on the bookshelf - "Sputnik Lovers".

Qi Ye had flipped through this book in a bookstore before, and because the cover was pretty, he took a few extra glances.

Qi Ye turned over a few times while standing, and was about to stuff it back when the photos leaning against the bookshelf fell out and scattered all over the floor.

All photos of Anshan.

"This was taken by my friend." Xiao Cheng's voice came from the door.

"Huh?" Qi Ye turned to look at him.

Xiao Cheng hooked the corner of his lower lip, his expression was relaxed, and he was in the state of finishing work.

"He's a professional photographer." Xiao Cheng said, "I heard you said that you wanted to go to Anshan, and I remembered that he had published an Anshan special, so I asked for some."

"It's a good shot." Qi Ye sat on the bed with the photo, hugged a pillow and looked at him, "Aren't Professor Xiao going to rest?"

Xiao Cheng leaned against the door: "Brother Qi is driving me away?"

"It's almost midnight."

"Today hasn't passed yet." Xiao Cheng came over and leaned directly on the other side, "we have to spend Valentine's Day together."

Qi Ye couldn't help but laugh, wondering if it's interesting to sleep in separate rooms.

Before he put down the photo, Xiao Cheng hugged him and held him tightly in his arms.

There was still "Sputnik Lovers" spread out on the table, Qi Ye just leaned against Xiao Cheng's arms, the soft and delicate pajamas touched their breath through the skin, and a sense of stability was born spontaneously.

Qi Ye flipped through An Shan's photos.

He remembered Xiao Cheng's expression when he talked about An Shan, so he asked, "Have you been there before?"

Xiao Cheng responded.

Qi Ye nodded, and when he turned to the next photo, he heard Xiao Cheng say again: "The only time I had my birthday when I was a child was there."

"I don't remember anything at that time." Xiao Cheng's tone was soft and soft, as if he was talking about something that was far away but had nothing to do with him, "I just remember that from the tent there was a starry sky, and there was my sister , just stay with me on one side, and the others... have no memory."

For some reason, Qi Ye's eyes were a little wet. He looked sideways at Xiao Cheng for a few seconds, reached out and grabbed his wrist, and rubbed his palms vigorously, just like his mother comforted him when he was a child.

To be honest, he couldn't hear what Xiao Cheng said.

What family of origin, childhood experience, these things that can only be cut open by the closest people, are often direct weapons that repeatedly hurt oneself.

And it's the same with Professor Xiao, who is calm and indifferent in everything.

But he chose to tell these stories again and let the sharp knife fall on him again, just because the person who listened to his story this time was Qi Ye.

Xiao Cheng still circled Qi Ye, they were still looking at An Shan's photos, this night was quiet and beautiful.

Suddenly, Qi Ye called softly, "Professor Xiao."

"Ok?"

"What time is it?" Qi Ye asked.

Xiao Cheng glanced at the clock sideways: "It's exactly zero."

Qi Ye smiled, and there were a few shallow lines of laughter at the end of his eyes.

"The last White Valentine's Day gift." He straightened up while speaking, staring into Xiao Cheng's eyes and said, "Come home with me, I will celebrate your birthday with my parents."

The author says:

感谢在2021-07-1000:55:04~2021-07-1100:015:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 529701251;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 529701252; 1 for idlers;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of hot sauce not spicy;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!