Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

They have kissed before, but most of them were initiated by Cen Xiao, or even forced, and Li Rong did not cooperate.

Kissing is not a simple kissing of lips, without atmosphere and emotion, no matter how passionate the kiss is, it is just a disguise of calmness.

It's not that Li Rong doesn't have desires, it's just that he paints the ground as a prison, blocking out any things that can make him happy.

This was the first time he took the initiative to kiss Cen Wei, and it was also the first time he controlled the rhythm of the kiss. The subtle desire to control rose in his heart, and the flames of joy rose in the wind, instantly igniting all his rationality.

He could finally understand the pleasure that Cen Ling liked to ask for when he was impulsive in the past.

People are like this, as long as it is what they like in their hearts, they want to possess it.

Cen Wei froze for a few seconds, and when he heard Li Rong's order that his breath was unsteady, he finally regained his senses. He clasped Li Rong's thin back with one hand, and kissed it back forcefully. The warm breath slowly merged, and then became Get aggressive.

A wobbly swing chair really isn't a great place to flirt, at least not for Li Rong.

He was kneeling on the swing with one knee, but the fulcrum of his whole body was on Cen Xiao's shoulders. With such a precarious posture, it was easy for Cen Xiao to take the initiative.

Li Rong opened his eyes lightly, the corners of his eyes were scratched by the tips of his hair soaked in thin sweat, he grabbed Cen Xiao by the collar, and pulled a little distance away, his slender neck was blushing with excitement, and a drop of sweat ran along his skin The lines flowed into the neckline of the T-shirt and disappeared.

He murmured unreasonably: "I asked you to respond... but I didn't ask you to take the initiative!"

He had a hunch that if he didn't emphasize the mastery in time, Cen Xiao could easily push him on the swing.

Although his physical strength has recovered by half, there is still a gap between him and Cen Xiao. He is not able to move, so he can use his tongue.

He believed that Cen Xiao was still immersed in surprise and trance, it was best to fool around at this time, Cen Xiao would subconsciously obey what he said.

Especially since he still showed face so much, he almost reproduced that night, and even wore a coat that most resembled a lab coat.

Cen Ling likes the way he wears work clothes, and he has countless nights that can be used as evidence.

Cen Xiao was short of breath, his eyes were fixed on Li Rongrun's moist lips.

When Li Rong panted lightly, his mouth would open unconsciously, inside the soft lips were neat white teeth tips.

When he is highly stressed or excited, he will lick the tips of his teeth with his tongue.

Cen Wei stabilized his mind, his confused eyes gradually became clear, he rubbed Li Rong's soft temples with his fingertips, and asked softly: "Why..."

Why did you take the initiative to kiss him on his birthday?

In the memory, the floor with light yellow scratches, the crumbling ceramic pots, the bookcase making loud pushing and pulling noises, the slamming door, Xiao Muran's disheveled and thick hair, the faintly visible fine lines at the corners of Cen Qing's eyes, everything, It's like being sucked into a crack in time and space, being shredded into dust from the past.

What he really felt was Li Rong's closeness, warmth and enthusiasm.

Likes and longings cannot be hidden, he finally saw in Li Rong's eyes the passionate, eager desire to hug him.

Li Rong cleverly used this gap to adjust his position so that he would not be unstable and lose the opportunity.

He thought that Cen Xiao was asking why he couldn't take the initiative, so he slid his arm down, caressed Cen Xiao's earlobe frivolously, raised his peachy eyes, and said confidently: "Of course because I want to take the initiative."

Li Rong originally wanted to cast a condescending look, but the eyes full of water vapor were not powerful enough, instead they looked charming.

When he said this, not only did he not mean to warn and deter, but it seemed a bit coquettish.

Cen Wei knew that Li Rong had misunderstood, but he didn't explain anymore.

He lowered his eyes and smiled.

"That won't work."

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of Li Rong's carelessness and pulled hard, causing Li Rong to fall on his body, while Li Rong was not breathing evenly, taking advantage of the danger, he bit Li Rong's lower lip.

A slight tingling pain spread on the lips, and the creaking sound of the swing was accompanied by the fluttering curtains, and the charming atmosphere in the small box gradually rose.

In Li Rong's ears, he could vaguely hear the sound of changing cups from the next door, and a little ladybug that came from nowhere, accidentally collided into the small dim yellow light, and the glass light wall that collided made a loud bang.

Li Rong narrowed his eyes, tightened his lips, and bit back mercilessly.

He used more strength than Cen Xiao, and it could be seen that Cen Xiao frowned in pain.

He was not reconciled. In his last life, he had been at the mercy of Cen Xiao. In this life, the relationship between the two of them had to undergo an earth-shaking change.

"No? Then you are not allowed to kiss."

Li Rong pretended to be sullen, got up and stepped over Cen Xiao's knee, as if to leave.

As a result, the hem of his elongated coat lightly brushed against the back of Cen Xiao's hand, and the metal zipper flicked with great presence.

This coat is indeed dragging, wearing it open, like dragging a white tail behind it.

Cen Wei raised his hand and grabbed Li Rong's clothes, pulling him back.

"You say no to it?"

When he pushed Li Rong on the swing, he showed no sign of remorse, and even provocatively said: "Unfortunately, I'm not so obedient."

Li Rongwei raised his head, bearing part of Cen Xiao's weight, unable to escape for a while.

Cen Xun supported the back of his neck with one hand, separating the hard back of the chair from his neck bone, his hair was hanging down between Cen Xun's fingers, fine sweat was still hanging on his soft and curly temples.

Li Rong's fingers were already slender and fair, but now he was gripping the back of the chair so hard that his fingernails turned white, the knuckles of his fingers were raised and tensed, and his palms were full of hot sweat.

His ring finger scraped the waxed wood in vain, but couldn't find support at all, leaving only the sound of scratching nails.

The dark blue blood vessels on the back of the hand are lightly pasted under the skin, happily sending some kind of signal along the blood to the heart.

After struggling for a few minutes, Li Rong finally broke his can and relaxed his strength.

His nails were bloodshot and rosy in an instant, and his fingertips were limp. He began to enjoy the kiss led by Cen Xiao, like a lazy and satisfied cat, waiting for others to give him peace of mind.

The solitary rolled spring roll was still on the dinner plate, exuding a faint fragrance.

Due to the loss of moisture, the cake skin slowly curled up at the corners, like shy and restrained flower petals, avoiding the halo of the lamp.

Li Rong couldn't remember how long they had been kissing wantonly, until the door of the box clicked, and the waiter pushed the door recklessly: "I'll add some lemonade for you!"

Li Rong felt like a live shrimp thrown into a hot pot, and jumped out of Cen Xiao's arms in an instant, and accidentally knocked his knee on the swing, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly in pain.

"hiss……"

The waiter took a mouthful of the untouched spring roll, looked at the full cucumber lemonade, and asked in a low voice, "...do you still want to add water?"

Li Rong breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hands: "No, give me another locomotive rice noodles, and a fried rice noodles with fresh shrimps in fish sauce."

The spring rolls were obviously not enough, but he hadn't planned to order so early.

The waiter seemed to have stepped on a stove, and after listening to Li Rong's order, he wished he could disappear on the hot wheel.

The door of the box was closed, Li Rong clutched his knees, bowed his waist, in pain.

Cen Xiao coughed lightly, pulled his leg, and rolled up his loose trousers: "Let me see."

Probably due to genetic reasons, Li Rong's capillaries are very fragile, and his body is often bruised on the left and right, and he doesn't even know where he bumped into it.

Sure enough, with such a painful bump, bruising is inevitable.

Li Rong looked down and knew that it would take more than a week for the marks to disappear.

Cen Xiao put his palm on his knee and rubbed it lightly: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Li Rong broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and couldn't help humming: "Shame on you."

After Cen Wei rubbed for a while, Li Rong finally got used to the pain.

He breathed a sigh of relief, licked his dry lips, leaned sideways on the back of the swing chair, twisted his ankle dishonestly on Cen Xiao's knee, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Hey, happy birthday?"

He wrapped himself like a silkworm for several months, and there was no trace of sunlight on his body. The skin on his ankles was also fair. The round ankle bones tightened with the shaking, and the outline of slender muscles was faintly visible.

Cen Wei's subordinates stopped moving, their eyes fell on Li Rong's swaying ankle, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a low voice, "Happy birthday."

On this day every year from now on, he will probably only think of this scene.