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In fact, Ji Yang is not called a kiss.

The wet and soft lips contained heat, biting the piece of cartilage inch by inch, and the teeth accidentally knocked against the skin, which aroused the young man's heavy breathing.The place where it passed was wet, like a puppy, eagerly and lingeringly licking/playing the bone it had just obtained repeatedly.

As an otaku and virgin who has been ascetic for more than 20 years, suddenly his Adam's apple is sucked by a beautiful young man, no matter how self-control Jing Muye has, he is about to collapse at this time.

The car drove into a dark alley, all the radiant street lights went away, and the closed car was far away from the light, and it was dark.

Jing Muye closed his eyes in this terrible torture, thinking of a long time ago.

At that time, he hadn't formed TP yet, but just made an appointment and chose a bar with a compromise distance to talk about things.

It was a bar with unique decorations. The room was full of origami roses hanging upside down on the dome. Illuminated by the cold light, it revealed a gorgeous red color without losing style. The resident singer sat in the corner and sang endless The folk songs are well-known, the guests are seated in twos and threes, quiet and elegant, it seems that it is indeed a good place to talk about things.

When Jing Muye arrived, Xu Wei and the others hadn't arrived yet, so he went to the bar to sit for a while, but he didn't expect to be accosted by someone. He politely declined the drink offered by the other party, but he didn't expect to still be tricked.

That person may have some powerful tricks to cover up people's eyes, and he can drug people under their noses.

But of course it didn't work, but a few minutes later, Xu Wei brought a group of people in hastily.

The man ran away in desperation, he didn't know that he had already been tricked.

The following things went smoothly, but he began to feel that his state was not right.

The oxygen gradually became thinner, and heat came from all directions. He thought it was the light here that gave people an illusion, and he struggled to go to the bathroom to sober up, but before he could stand up, his legs were so weak that he almost fell to his knees.

During the bump, the inner thigh rubbed, and a strange feeling instantly climbed up from below like lightning.

Only then did Xu Wei notice his strangeness——

Jing Muye blushed and became hot, and clasped his inner wrist with his hands, his heart beating extremely fast.

Xu Wei frowned: "What did you drink? Is it the stamina of the wine?"

Jing Muye loosened the tie around his neck, trying his best to keep himself calm, but his mind was befuddled and his forehead was sweating. He stood up again, and gave everyone a relaxed smile.

"It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom and wash my face."

The original cold light became strange under the refraction of his pupils. Fortunately, he was still conscious, so he endured all the way through the booth and the crowd, and finally opened the door of the bathroom rudely.

At that time, Jing Muye thought that as long as he poured water, he would be able to disperse the swelling.

But his trousers were all unzipped, and he stood in front of the urinal for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out a drop.

—That's not peeing at all.

Jing Muye looked down, and within a few seconds, he was sensitively aware of another burning gaze looking at him beside him.

He turned his head and found that it was a waiter who looked rather weird, his face was mostly covered by hair and glasses, and he was looking straight at a certain place.

Jing Muye's face froze, he didn't expect to meet several perverts on this trip, his usually cold and unruly face was expressionless.

He pretended to ignore the other party, and was just about to pull up his pants chain as if nothing had happened, when suddenly, the electricity in the whole bathroom stopped, and the world suddenly plunged into darkness.

He drank the wine and added the power of the medicine. He was stunned for a while, but before he could react, he felt hot.

The next second, he was thrown against the wall.

The cold, low voice of the young man whispered in his ears, and the young man's breath was also drunk, and he said tremblingly, "I... let me help you."

A thunderbolt exploded in my heart.

He showed a disgusted expression, and pushed the man hard. In the darkness, something was hit to the ground by his action. Immediately afterwards, the boy sat on the ground and raised his head.

The cold moonlight just projected in from the window and reflected on his face.

The originally long and messy black hair was all scattered because of the posture of looking up, and the black-rimmed glasses fell to one side, revealing a delicate and beautiful face that was almost coquettish.

The young man crawled towards him again indifferently, grabbed his trousers and climbed up inch by inch, his palms were hot, just holding him like that, his eyes were charming under the moonlight, full of bewitching affection.

At that moment, Jing Muye almost thought that he had met the vixen from Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

"I... let me help you..."

The vixen said so.

Outside the door, noisy and chaotic voices came from afar.

It was like a farce being pulled apart, and the sound of countless things being smashed down was sporadic.Across a door, people's roars, screams, and complaints, layer by layer, engulfed their corner.

Jing Muye no longer resisted, and let the young man do whatever he wanted to him.

Who made the boy just grow in his heart.

With that most cute face, doing the most shocking things in the world.

When he saw the color, he was so thoroughly motivated that his heart melted into water, and the last bit of restraint was used to manage his expressions well, so as not to make this emotion-soaked face too ugly.

Just when everything was in chaos, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The voices of Xu Wei and the others came in from outside, shouting loudly: "Jing Muye! Jing Muye, are you still inside?"

Immediately afterwards, the phone rang suddenly, and he was caught off guard by the sound. In the next second, he saw the boy raised his head towards him, wiped his face, and was about to run away in a panic.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, he grabbed the man's collar, gritted his teeth and asked, "Telephone."

The toilet door was opened and someone came in.

The bell rang cheerfully and continuously in the corner.

Xu Wei's voice sounded again: "Jing Muye? Are you inside?"

He didn't care about anything else, and shouted hoarsely, "Don't come in!"

After speaking, he persistently tugged at the person and repeated, "Telephone."

The young man reported a series of numbers out of desperation, and then broke free from his shackles with all his strength, and hurriedly ran through the window without looking back.

He repeated the number silently in his mind, and when he raised his eyes again, the lights suddenly brightened.

When he tidied himself up and walked out of the bathroom, he was met with mocking looks.

Xu Wei stood at the edge of the corridor with a cigarette in his mouth, with an expression that I knew everything, and asked, "Did I bother you?"

Jing Muye pursed his lips and answered the irrelevant question: "What happened just now? It seems noisy outside."

It turned out that the owner of the bar caused trouble outside. Someone deliberately pulled down the switch and rushed in to make trouble, swearing and throwing tables and smashing wantonly. In the chaos, no one called the police. Temporary help.

Afterwards, the string of recorded numbers became empty numbers that could not be dialed out.

He scoured the bar's staff files and rosters, but couldn't find anyone who matched his memory.

It wasn't until two years later that he had a glimpse on the second-floor terrace of the TP base that he was able to convince him that the experience that night was not a dream.

— In just a few tens of seconds, the dark alley passed by.

The city outside the window was bustling with people, and the street lights came in again, revealing everything in the car. Jing Muye raised his eyes, and met the gaze of the surrogate driver in the rearview mirror.

In the next second, the substitute driver looked away in a panic, and he held the person in his arms, fighting for a long time in his heart, and it took a lot of self-control to pull Ji Yang away.

His voice was completely hoarse, he pinched Ji Yang's delicate back of the neck, his eyes were terribly dark, and asked, "Who do you like?"

Being pulled away, Ji Yang opened his eyes, scanned Jing Muye carefully, and smiled: "I like you, Jing Muye."

After finishing speaking, he gave another "huh" in doubt, and said, "You didn't even kiss me today."

This sentence is like thunder.

Jing Muye's heart was beating wildly, but he didn't show anything on his face. He lowered his head and said persuasively, "Really? I used to kiss you often?"

Ji Yang started, pinching Jing Muye's face, but did not answer his question, sighed, and said, "That's right, today's touch is so real."

This is the first time someone other than his parents touched his face.

It's soft to the touch and not annoying.

Jing Muye pulled Ji Yang's fingers off one by one, held them, and said in a low voice, "Oh, you're dreaming."

Ji Yang laughed again, as obedient as a dessert waiting to be packed away in a glass cabinet.

He said, "Yeah, I'm dreaming."

Jing Muye took a deep breath.

Ji Yang usually looks shy and quiet, and he can blush up to his ears just by teasing him. He never thought that this young man would have such a dream.

Although this feeling is not bad, the question is, they have never met before, since when did Ji Yang like him?

Why did Ji Yang, whom he met at the bar two years ago, be so bold as to directly attack him?

Jing Muye's eyes fell on the royal blue gift box beside him.

"Ji Yang."

He whispered into the young man's ear, and asked softly, "Where did you see the pattern of your butterfly tattoo?"

Ji Yang lay on Jing Muye's chest, frowning: "Butterfly tattoo?"

The next second his expression became painful, and he said, "Tattoo...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Jing Muye resisted the urge to reach into the hem of the boy's clothes and touch the tattoo, and when he heard that, he patted the boy's back soothingly, and said in a gentle tone: "Okay, let's not talk about the pain." .”

Ji Yang hiccupped, nodded, randomly found a place in his arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

By the time we arrived at the base, it was already late.

Jing Muye half hugged and half hugged him upstairs, and the entire base was silent.

Fortunately, Ji Yang is light.

Jing Muye easily carried him onto the bed, and took off his coat, shoes and socks. Ji Yang rolled casually into the middle of the bed, buried him in the pillow and slept very soundly. He looked at it for a while before pulling the quilt for him.

After turning on the air conditioner, closing the curtains, and putting the royal blue gift box in his hand on the table, after everything was done, Jing Muye came out of the room lightly.

As soon as he went out, he turned his head, and Cao Yan quietly appeared in the corridor with a cup of hot wolfberry tea.

"Why did you come back so late? What did you do?"

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