Flash marriage does not end well

Everything was silent, and there was a faint movement of a slight wind. Although it was not the middle of the night, it was still very cold.Originally, Lin Qian was constantly suffering from alcohol in his body, so he couldn't feel the chill, but when he was suddenly hugged from behind, another body temperature that came close to him also made people unconsciously lust.

Lin Qian remained silent and did not move again, her head was slightly lowered, her eyes fell on the hands around her waist, and she did not move away for a long time.

Wen Zhihan later worked as a model for their studio several times, his temper was far better than at work, and he almost responded to requests.Once, Teacher Han assigned a sketching assignment for the hands, and Lin Qian did the best.Even though it was normal for him to be praised, he knew that it was different.

Strictly speaking, he even cheated.

Wen Zhihan came frequently, and his heartbeat became more and more intense for a moment, but he only dared to shrink his neck like a deserter, and didn't dare to look directly at the other person's face for one more second, fearing that it would be too easy to reveal his secrets, so his eyes that had nowhere to rest wandered to his hands superior.Once or twice, after a long time, even the lines on the opponent's knuckles can be clearly seen in his heart, which is really invincible.

"Lin Qian?"

Lin Qian regained consciousness from the old incident, moved his arms, and broke away from Wen Zhihan's embrace.

"You haven't gone back yet?"

"Yeah." Wen Zhihan rubbed the tip of his nose calmly, "I've got something to do at the last minute, and I've been delayed for a while, want to go back? Let's go together."

Lin Qian didn't look at him, but shook his head.

"never mind."

At the moment, I seem to have just been salvaged from the wine tank. When I go back to the hospital, I always feel that it will affect other patients, not to mention that Wen Yang is here. Although his image as a father is not very reliable, it may be necessary to maintain it. .

He took out the room card that Long Xun had given him from his pocket again, picked it up, waved it in front of Wen Zhihan's eyes, and said, "I have a place to live."

Wen Zhihan couldn't help frowning, and paused for a few seconds before asking, "Who prescribed it for you?"

Lin Qian smiled immediately, put the room card back into his pocket like a treasure, and replied lightly: "Anyone, anyway, I have a place to live."

He waved his hand, "Go back."

But it was obvious that Wen Zhihan would not listen to him, Lin Qian walked forward for a while, and could hear the sound of footsteps behind him, and finally he could only stop, looked back at the other party, and said helplessly: "Wen Zhihan, why are you so stupid? bother?"

Wen Zhihan raised his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes, and asked knowingly, "Why am I bothered?"

"Don't follow me if you don't bother."

After he said those words, he turned around and walked forward again, and soon the people behind him caught up with him in three or two steps, and took an extra step, walking in front of him.

"Who's following you?" Wen Zhihan was terribly righteous, and lightly threw the blame back, "It seems that you are following me."

He made a fool of himself, and waited for Lin Qian to refute, but the other party never said anything, and walked away several meters with his head buried, as if his head was covered with dark clouds.

"Yes, I have been following you, chasing you."

He exhaled heavily, complaining.

"It's really exhausting."

Wen Zhihan looked at Lin Qian silently for a long time, then slowly stretched out a hand, "Come here."

Lin Qian was terrified by the stare, and jumped out a step as if a spring had been attached to his feet. With both hands shielding his body, he asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Carry you." Wen Zhihan took a step closer, condescending, "Aren't you tired?"

Lin Qianchi didn't dare to move. Although he drank too much and became mentally disturbed, he couldn't restrain himself from talking nonsense, but his instinctive judgment was still there, and he absolutely didn't allow himself to take any actions that challenged his life.

"Why don't you come here?"

Lin Qian: "..."

Well, refusing what Wen Zhihan emphasized twice is also challenging life.

He cowardly leaned over, raised his hands and bent over very cautiously, and then Wen Zhihan easily carried him on his back, with the soles of his feet dangling in the air twice.

"It's fine if you don't go back with me, I'll take you to the hotel."

Lin Qian replied vaguely, but he was thinking in a mess, hey, President Wenda, you don't know the difference between a hotel and a hotel, hey, I do.

The alley was quiet, and Lin Qianfu was on Wen Zhihan's back, watching the full moon and following them through one store after another.

Wen Zhihan spoke again, this time it was different, the transmission medium was changed from the air to the body, his voice was amplified many times, as if it was transmitted along the bones to Lin Qian's ears, it was exceptionally clear.

"Lin Qian, if you feel tired, just like this, tell me, you know?"

Lin Qian felt as if some flying insect or dust had been sucked into his nose by mistake, and it was very itchy, so he rubbed Wen Zhihan's back next to him, sucked it hard again, stretched out his hand to rub it, and rubbed it While opening his mouth casually, he stubbornly picked out the question that both of them had buried by default.

"Wen Zhihan, let me ask again, did you marry me because of Teacher Han?"

Wen Zhihan didn't stop walking, but remained silent for a long time, so long that they had already left the alley, and they could vaguely see the brightly lit door number of the hotel.

"It doesn't make sense to ask that kind of question now."

He turned his head away, and finally answered this way, feeling that he had taken care of Lin Qian's emotions to the greatest extent within the basic limit of not lying.

The person on the back didn't move for a while, and a muffled "oh" came after a long time.

This made Wen Zhihan purse his lips, thinking for a second whether he should have lied to him just now, but at that moment, his shoulder suddenly hurt.

He was bitten by Lin Qian.

The kind that is very hard, you can feel a burning sensation through the clothes.

He subconsciously hissed, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, a strange warmth spread from his shoulders, and his clothes were wet layer by layer.

Wen Zhihan thought of something else inappropriately.

Not long after the separation into adulthood, it was the critical period of the school entrance examination. The roommate in the same bed was suffocated by the high pressure. One night, he suddenly sat up from the bed and forced several others to chat with him. The roommate confessed that he had a crush on the class next door. A pheromone is A citrus-flavored omega, and expressed infatuation that he only wanted to find a chance to recite the other party before graduation.

He explained that "back" should be the most charming movement except for going to bed. The body touches a large area, and the breath is inseparable. The hand can pinch the inner thigh of the other party, which is almost impossible to touch at ordinary times. Even if you are bold and careful, you can still Grabbing the plump buttocks, the result was that the upright school committee in the lower bunk severely taught that sex is nothing but sex.

When I was young, I barely understood some superficial charms.

But at this moment, he was carrying his omega, and the other party kept crying on his back, crying so depressingly and aggrievedly, it was inspiring. On top of reasonable pity, he had a shameful lack of humanity to be able to do it. The resulting distracted mind.