Xia Lang

On the hair, there is a clear difference in skin color, and the blue veins bulging on the big palm give off a sexy and sexual possessive desire. On the creaking sofa, the man's low and hoarse coaxing whispers and the young man's forbearing gasp Weeping ignited the cold night that seemed to drown everything.

After that wildly honest night, the two got back together naturally.

Song Linju knew that Uncle Li's so-called "letting go" was just the result of Li Zhaozhuo using the company to coerce him, but he didn't want to care about it anymore.

Within a few days, he took Li Zhaozhuo home and had a meal with his mother.

At the beginning, Lin Qiuman thought that his son was simply bringing friends back for a meal, and was relieved that their relationship was still so good after ten years of separation at home and abroad.

But their undisguised intimacy at the dinner table made Lin Qiuman vaguely aware of something.

After the meal, Song Linju took the initiative to confess to his mother, telling him about ten years ago with Li Zhaozhuo.

Lin Qiuman was really shocked at first, but she had already been vaccinated against her son's infidelity in the past ten years, so she accepted it calmly.

She still remembers the sunflower that was cherished by her son. At that time, she knew that the little girl with discerning eyes and pearls had prepared a brilliant sunflower with her heart, but she didn't expect it to be a tall and big boy.

But that's okay, no matter if it's a man or a woman, as long as the son has a companion, it's good to be happy. After all, she can't accompany her son to the end. She doesn't want her son to be alone like he has been for ten years.

After everything was said, it was not as difficult as Song Linju imagined. After walking the bright road with his mother, they lived together.

He knows that Li Zhaozhuo has changed a lot in the past ten years, but only by living with him can he have a real experience.

He was a heavy smoker, and although he never smoked in front of him, he could often smell heavily of tobacco on him.

One night when he got up in the middle of the night, he heard hurried footsteps outside just as he closed the toilet door. He walked out strangely, but was hugged by a barefoot man. He squeezed into his body.

He saw the panic in the eyes of the tall man, who couldn't hide it, like a lost child.

He caught the man's back that was so tense that it seemed to be about to break, and stroked it up and down, with a soft voice like a lullaby, "What's the matter? Have you had a nightmare?"

The man buried in his neck slowly relaxed under his gentle movements, he shook his head, his voice hoarse, "I just dreamed of the day you left."

Song Linju was dumbfounded for a moment.

He interlocked his fingers, led him to the bed, lay down with him, and nestled into his generous chest.

He didn't repeat the sour words over and over again, because he knew that what the man needed at this time was not his apology, he just said to him firmly, "I will always be here."

He hugged him tightly, "Yeah." Then he closed his eyes.

He also pretended to be asleep, knowing that he didn't fall back asleep after he woke up, but watched him motionless for the rest of the night.

This kind of Li Zhaozhuo made Song Linju fall into deep self-examination. In the days when he didn't find out, how many times did he do the same?

From then on, whenever Li Zhaozhuo woke up, Song Linju would be able to detect it no matter how lightly he moved. He would not say anything, but hugged him tightly and said softly, "I am here."

After his mind was completely on the man, Song Linju also found that the man's face would turn pale every rainy day, and he couldn't resist his questioning. He said that it was the leg pain, which was the leg injured from jumping upstairs before.

He dragged him to the hospital, and the doctor said that his leg was recovering well, and there shouldn't be any pain. The most likely reason was psychological.

What could be the psychological reason?

The pain on Li Zhaozhuo's body now is almost all the fruit of his self-righteousness.

He was deeply trapped in the rainy season that he left behind, and he was trapped in the dream of being drenched.

Seeing that Song Linju blamed himself and hated himself, Li Zhaozhuo just hugged him into his arms, said with a smile that he was fine, his sharp and indifferent eyebrows slowly stretched, and the corners of his mouth showed a very shallow dimple, which reminded him of the smile he had ten years ago. Looks like a teenager.

propose

After they lived together, after a reluctant kiss in front of the porch, they went out to work separately. When they were not busy, Song Linju always came home first, turned on the TV after preparing the meal, and sat on the sofa waiting for Li Zhaozhuo to come home.

The man has the key, but every time he knocks on the door and waits for him to open it.When I go home, I don't even have time to put down my briefcase. Standing in the porch, I put my big palm on Song Linju's chin, and I can't wait to kiss him.

After kissing the clothes, they scattered scattered all the way to the room. Every time the dishes on the table were cooled, the satiated man would put on his pajamas and reheat the dishes, and then carry Song Linju, who was sore and limp, out to eat.

On Saturdays and Sundays when they are not working, they will go hiking together, travel by car, go to art exhibitions, watch movies, or just stay at home all day. For them, as long as they are together, it doesn’t matter what they do.

At night they would go to the mall to stock up on some daily necessities. Song Linju noticed that every time he came out of the mall, Li Zhaozhuo would pretend not to care and glance at the ring shop diagonally opposite.

The slender fingers fluttered smoothly on the man's dark tie, which was very beautiful. Li Zhaozhuo's throat rolled slightly, and he couldn't help but grabbed the stopped hand and pecked and kissed it a few times.

Song Linju pretended to be casual and asked, "By the way, are you busy with today's arrangements?"

Li Zhaozhuo took the finger off his lips and rubbed it on his chin, "No busy, what's the matter?"

Song Linju lowered his eyes and helped him pull the folds of his suit, "It's nothing, remember to come back early, I'll wait for you."

Today's winter solstice happened to be his birthday, so I guessed that Song Linju probably prepared some kind of surprise for him.

Li Zhaozhuo cooperated and pretended not to know, and asked with a smile: "Why, we haven't separated yet, and you already start to miss me?"

This was originally a joke, and Song Linju didn't plan to answer it.

But Song Linju actually replied "Yes."

Li Zhaozhuo stared at the young man's ears that were slowly turning red, and his eyes gradually darkened.

He cursed something in a low voice, pinched the back of Song Linju's slender neck and kissed it.

When they separated again, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads were against their foreheads, and the tip of their noses were against the tip of their noses. The distance between their lips was so small that they moved forward slightly, and they could kiss again.

The man's voice was hoarse, "Mr. Song, you are really killing me."

I don't know why, but he is always inexplicably stubborn about the title "Teacher Song", which is obviously a very serious title, but once his deep and hoarse voice, there is a hint of indescribable charm.

The undisguised enthusiasm in the man's voice made Song Linju's cheeks feel faintly hot. He pursed his swollen lips, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Okay, it's time for us to go to work."

Li Zhaozhuo's tall nose rubbed against Song Linju's face lightly, the movement was so gentle that it was almost rubbing together, and his lowered voice was sexy and hoarse, "It's all like this, stay with me, huh?"

Song Linju looked at the coquettish man in front of him with soft eyes, but he still refused.

"We'll see you tonight."

Li Zhaozhuo was not much disappointed when he was rejected. After all, Song Lin was very principled and it was not the first day he knew it. He didn't say anything more, but reluctantly sucked the red and swollen lips of the young man who had been tortured by him.

"Well then, I'll be back soon."

Remembering Song Linju, Li Zhaozhuo quickly finished the work at hand. He drove past the shopping mall they often visited, and saw the brightly lit ring shop.

When he reacted, there was already some distance from that.

He hesitated for a while, then turned back.

Li Zhaozhuo parked his car and wanted to step into the shop, but he stopped when he saw men and women holding hands in the shop in pairs.

The waiter saw a tall man with an extraordinary temperament standing outside the store, as if hesitating. She recognized the dark green cufflinks on his wrist. She just saw it in a magazine yesterday. It was a new product recently launched by the luxury leader L&F, a small one. Just 10,000+.

She tidied up her clothes, and greeted her with a smile, "Hello, sir, do you want to come in and have a look? Our store just released a new product..."

Li Zhaozhuo, who was in a daze, had no expression on his face and interrupted her warm invitation, "No, I went wrong."

Seeing that the man took a long leg and walked towards the watch shop next door, the waiter who thought he had a big order was suddenly at a loss for words.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was just strolling around, accidentally saw a pair of watches suitable for Song Linju in a watch store, and he bought a pair.

Li Zhaozhuo, who came out with a gift bag, sighed lightly. Although he couldn't buy a ring, the couple's watch was not bad.

Halfway through the car, the sky suddenly began to snow, from small to large, this is the first snow this year, many people ran to the street and cheered.There was a lot of noise in his ears, Li Zhaozhuo glanced at the gift bag of the co-pilot, and silently accelerated the speed of the car.

He suddenly wanted to see Song Linju very much.

But when the car drove downstairs, he glanced at the early time, and then he remembered that Song Linju hadn't come home yet.

Losing his target, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly slowed down his urgent movements, took the exquisitely packaged gift, and went upstairs in the heavy snow.

Usually his keys are decorations, he usually knocks on the door, and waits for Song Linju to open it for him, so that as soon as the door is opened, he can immediately put his arms around his thin waist, bow his head and kiss him.

But Song Linju hasn't come back today, he needs to open the door by himself.

The door was opened, and the warm aroma of the food blowing towards the face dispelled the cold air attached to his body. Li Zhaozhuo was slightly stunned when he saw the neatly arranged leather shoes at the entrance.

How did he come back?Isn't it time to get off work?

Hearing the movement, Song Linju came out of the kitchen, with a faint but warm smile on his face, he said, "I'm back."

In an instant, Li Zhaozhuo's empty heart was filled