don't cry

Plop, plop.

The heartbeat seemed to be disobedient, becoming rapid and flustered.

Jing Rong's body froze, he could hardly think of what expression to use to face Qu Yu now, and he clenched his fingers to pull out some ugly folds in the suit.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and there was still disbelief and bewilderment in his eyes, so he directly met the other party's gaze.

Qu Yu had already opened his eyes, which were clear and moist, and seemed a little dazed. His eyes met, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Jing Rong felt that the arms around his waist became more forceful around him, and the other's fingers gently rubbed his side waist through the fabric, as if teasing, but also as if wanting more.

After the other party laughed out loud, Jing Rong came back to his senses.

He straightened his lips, raised his hand to cover the other's face that was about to be suppressed, and pretended to be calm: "Do you know what you are doing?"

There was a wet feeling in the palm of his hand, and his fingers curled up subconsciously, wanting to withdraw his hand sensitively.

However, the other party held his hand, with that pretty face buried in his palm, thick black eyelashes occasionally brushing his fingers.

Qu Yu kissed his palm affectionately, opened his eyelids, and revealed his eyes that would not be able to say no to him once he was red and Jing Rong: "Brother, do you hate me?"

Jing Rong paused with a cold face, and all the reprimands he wanted to say were blocked by this one look.

He only felt his temples throbbing, and regretted coming back from the banquet for no reason.

The theory I had just figured out was once again faltering.

Is Qu Yu's performance really flattering?

While he was slightly distracted, Qu Yu's fingers dexterously got into his fingers, interlocking them, then leaned over, and gently rubbed the side of Jing Rong's neck with the tip of her nose.

Although these behaviors of his have exceeded the boundaries of friends and roommates, but his appearance is too cute, like a puppy hook who only wants Jing Rong to appease Shunmao.

The scorching breath sprinkled on the side of the neck, causing tremors. Jing Rong came back to his senses, and his body suddenly froze, followed by an indescribable numbness rising from the tailbone.

He subconsciously wanted to tilt his head to avoid the culprit that made him feel itchy.

However, the other party pressed his hand on the bed, adjusted his posture slightly, and covered his whole body on top of his body.

The distance between each other has become very dangerous, far exceeding the safe value, and it is inevitable to feel nervous and uncomfortable.

Jing Rong didn't know whether he was angry or nervous, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "Qu Yu, don't go too far."

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but hum softly.

There was a slight sound of sucking from the side of the neck, and a small piece of skin became hot and wet as if being sucked by someone.

He had never been treated like this before, and the panic that rose from the bottom of his heart for a moment made him uneasy and nervous, and he exerted a slight force on the hand that was being held down, trying to break free from the other party's restraint.

But Qu Yu's strength was much stronger than he had imagined, and he could hardly shake it. Instead, it seemed that because of his struggle, the other party was annoyed, and the pressing force increased a little.

This kiss lasted longer than the kiss just now.

At the end of the struggle, Jing Rong was already sweating slightly, he gasped a few times unsteadily, and closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Bad memories suddenly emerged from the depths of my mind.

It also seemed to be dusk, and he returned to the dormitory after dinner. It was quiet and there was no one there, so he took out some English words and prepared to recite part of them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, there was a sudden breath behind him, and the other party embraced him from behind without a doubt, and when he came up, he wanted to kiss his side neck and ears, and murmured: "Jing Rong, I like you, I like you, Let me kiss you, and I will treat you well."

Jing Rong struggled desperately, and finally escaped from the other party's confinement. When he turned around, he saw the paranoid eyes of his formerly well-measured roommate, staring at him like a fat lamb.

The breeze sent a ray of scorching heat into the dormitory, and they fought.

"Stop," Jing Rong said with a blank face and a cold voice, "don't make me hate you."

He had given up struggling and put on a look of being slaughtered, but his expression became indifferent, with a kind of determination.

Qu Yu, who buried her head in his neck, seemed to pause a little because of this sentence, and within a few seconds, the other party let go of his neck.

Qu Yu clung to his shirt, put her face on his chest, and rubbed it obediently, her hair brushed against Jing Rong's chin, and a familiar fragrance wafted.

"Brother, I'm sorry, don't be angry, okay, I won't dare again." Qu Yu's voice was low and hoarse, slightly nasal, with a hint of coquettishness.

But Jing Rong didn't like him for the time being: "I don't care how much you drink, you shouldn't do such a thing, you are too much, go down now and stand up, don't lean on me."

The other party shook his head slightly, and his arms tightened around him.

"I don't, my brother will run away, I'm afraid that my brother will ignore me again." Qu Yu said in a muffled voice.

Jing Rong frowned, and wanted to say something, the shirt suddenly felt a little damp, and he pursed his lips, knowing that the other party was crying again.

He suddenly discovered that perhaps Qu Yu was more like a cunning little fox than an obedient lamb, knowing when to use tears to win his heart soft, and also knew what tone to use to make him unbearable.

Although he discovered this later, he still couldn't harden his heart to hurt the other party.

"Why are you crying?" He closed his eyes, his tone was not as cold as before, "Qu Yu, it's wrong for us to do this."

"Why not, does my brother hate me very much?" Qu Yu raised his head slightly, his eyes were rosy, and there were still wet tears.

Jing Rong was silent: "I don't hate it, and I don't like it either."

It wasn't long before the two rented together, and he answered the same way.

However, the state of mind is different, but this is the safest excuse he can think of.

"I just treat you as my younger brother, and I have no other ideas." Jing Rong added.

Qu Yu didn't buy it, and stared at him closely: "But, my brother twisted the bottle cap for me, and my brother allowed me to go to bed. Is this also an attitude towards my brother?"

Jing Rong took a breath and nodded immediately: "Yes."

His unobtrusive rejection and affirmation were like a sharp sword, making Qu Yu's eyes darken.

The opponent relieved some strength, stood up slowly, and stood up with drooping eyelids.

The weight on his body suddenly disappeared, Jing Rong moved his wrist uncomfortably, and he raised his arm to move a little.

"I see, don't worry brother, I won't pester brother." Qu Yu lowered her head, her brow bone was covered by the broken hair on her forehead, leaving a shadow.

Instead of struggling again, he promised obediently and honestly, biting his lower lip tightly like a child who has done something wrong.

For no reason, an unbearable sadness filled Jing Rong's heart. He suppressed this absurd emotion, turned his head away from looking at the other party, and hummed coldly.

"Then, good night, brother." Qu Yu lowered his head even lower.

After speaking, he turned and walked out, closing the door.

The bedroom suddenly fell silent, as if everything just now was an unreal dream.

Jing Rong paused when he moved his wrist, and then sat up.

His suit was already crumpled and lost its usual tact, as if a storm had passed through, leaving feathers all over the place.

Jing Rong sat by the bed, the last warm orange light of the dusk had disappeared, and it became dark and gloomy.

He sat quietly in a dark place, like a sculpture left over from the long river of time.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Rong's calf lifted slightly, and he walked into the bathroom with the same steady steps as usual, muffled.

After being sucked hard on the side of the neck, there is a heavy color mark left, with a faint redness on the edge, like the throbbing heartbeat revealed by a young boy with a spring heart, ambiguous and innocent, pure and lustful .

At some point, his eyes had been covered with a layer of watery light. Although he was wearing glasses, he seemed unable to see his own appearance clearly in the mirror.

This feeling is very strange, Jing Rong couldn't help but raised his hand, stroked the top of the shirt, there was a small wet mark that was about to dry near his heart.

It was left by Qu Yu, who had cried silently on his heart not long ago.

Somehow, he felt that the other party's tears seemed to penetrate the fabric of the shirt, fell on his skin, and then continued inward, firmly and tenaciously passed through his bones, his blood, and fell into a place that no one had ever visited. The place.

Jing Rong stared blankly at the person in the mirror.

After a long time, he quickly turned on the tap and washed his face hastily.

The lenses were covered with water droplets and could no longer be used. He took off his glasses and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

A fine waterfall of water was sprinkled on his head, and he stood in the midst of it, letting the cold temperature spread downward from the top of his head.

He needs to be calm.

the other side.

The cans were gently picked up by someone, and then ruthlessly thrown into a large convenience bag in the supermarket. The floor gradually returned to its original appearance, except for a few remaining liquors, which declared that it was different from the past.

Qu Yu cleaned up the beer cans on the floor, put the garbage in the corner, and sat down by the bed slowly.

He can still drink, ten cans of beer won't make him drunk and lose his mind, but it will make his buried desires move around, and he can't help but want to put them into action.

And today, he really went out of his way.

Thinking of Jing Rong's flustered eyes, he smiled silently, his fingers kept climbing from his Adam's apple to his lips like climbing stairs, touched his teeth, and stroked them gently.

He likes every look and every reaction of the other party.

When my brother tasted it, it was as sweet as he imagined, like eating a piece of sweet candy, making people want more.

Qu Yu's eyes were unclear, and she stared quietly out of the window.

He wasn't going to wait any longer.

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