Broken Iron Clothes

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Sweat seeped from the edge of the tooth marks, soaking loose hair. Jiang Shiqing was entangled in a nightmare, and he didn't wake up when he slept until nearly [-]. Yuan Mucheng looked at him sideways, stretched out his fingers to wipe off the sweat, but felt cold, and hugged him. The quilt is tight, but it still covers people closer.

Jiang Shiqing's brows were smoothed again, and Yuan Mucheng just looked at him like this, and his fingertips lightly stroked along the bridge of the man's nose to his lips, stopping there again and again.

It was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last night, and everyone gathered in the tent to drink and talk, and it was another lively scene.Before the family banquet was full of fun, Gu Nanxing brought the big altar and the small altar to his tent to gather together, and for some reason played the trick of blindfolded wine recognition.

At first it was just smelling the fragrance and distinguishing the wine, but when the mood was high, Jiang Shiqing and Yi Qinchen were also dragged into it.

"Taste wine?" Yuan Mucheng asked, "How do you taste wine?"

Gu Nanxing asked back: "How do you want to taste?"

"If the wine doesn't stay in the cup, it can fall somewhere else," Yuan Mucheng turned to look at Jiang Shiqing, "Of course it's interesting to taste it on your lips."

"Then according to what you said, whoever guesses more wins, and the loser..." Gu Nanxing smiled, and took out a rouge box that he had just asked Ji Dong from his arms, "Just use this How about putting rouge on your face?"

"I can afford to lose." Yuan Mucheng straightened his hair band, blindfolded his eyes neatly, and tied a knot at the back of his head. Then he reached out and touched Jiang Shiqing's waist, and patted it lightly.

"Huaichuan, here we come."

Seeing that he was full of interest, Jiang Shiqing raised his hand to take the wine glass handed over by Gu Nanxing, took a sip, and then wiped the wine on his lower lip.After his lips and teeth were full of the scent of wine, he raised his sleeve to cover it, turned his head to cover Yuan Mucheng's lips, and let the man use this excuse to kiss wantonly.

Yuan Mucheng seemed to have tasted the fun, and after smacking his lips a few times, he shook his head: "It's too bland, I can't taste it."

Gu Nanxing understood, filled the glass with wine, and handed it to Jiang Shiqing: "Huai Chuan, drink two more sips, or this bastard will take advantage of it."

Unexpectedly, after Jiang Shiqing took over, he put the wine glass in front of him and said, "This is considered Xiao'an's loss, and the punishment should be punished."

"It should be punished." Yuan Mucheng raised his hand and took off his hairband, rubbing a smear of vermilion on his face.

In front of others, the rivalry between him and Jiang Shiqing is always hidden in words and deeds. They can indulge each other's advances again and again by playing around, and then take the opportunity to "revenge" back.

After a few rounds, it was unknown whether the drink was getting stronger or the tent was stuffy, Jiang Shiqing's ears were burning red, as if the light was coming through, Yuan Mucheng's cheeks were also smeared.

Jiang Shiqing looked at him drunkenly, only vaguely heard Gu Nanxing jokingly said before his consciousness was confused: "If you paint this face again, if you go out for a walk in the middle of the night, you will be worse than Raksha ghosts." Appalling."

Taking advantage of the fact that the night rain was not too heavy, Yuan Mucheng drove people out of the tent with a smile, and then wiped his face with water. When he turned his head, he saw Jiang Shiqing had swayed off the bed, drinking wine by himself.

The wine overflowing his lips was still rolling down his Adam's apple, he saw Yuan Mucheng's face clearly, pinched the man's chin and bullied him.Yuan Mucheng demanded an inch, and kissed Jiang Shiqing so hard that he leaned back, and his listless thoughts were completely released from this.

With a hasty deep kiss, he gently pushed the person to the bed, and the messy clothes were thrown all over the floor.

The flickering candle was blown out, and the rouge box left on the table was also hidden in the night.

Now it was morning light, the rouge box was placed alone by the candlestick, looking eye-catching, seeing that Jiang Shiqing was still in a deep sleep, Yuan Mucheng quietly moved out of bed, dipped his fingertips in red, turned his head and dotted the vermilion on Jiang Shiqing's lips On, lightly kneaded and fainted.

He silently admired this charming lip color, but what greeted him was Jiang Shiqing's panic after waking up.

"What's wrong with Huaichuan?" Yuan Mucheng put his hands on top of him, and stroked his temples along the strand of hair, as if comforting a frightened cat.

The dream and reality were confused for a moment, Jiang Shiqing's eyes were still full of fear, and he wanted to hug Yuan Mucheng tightly.I don't know whether it was tears or sweat that wet the man's shoulders, Jiang Shiqing had no time to take care of these, and just wanted to tighten his arms.He wanted to confirm the temperature and breathing, to confirm that he still remembered the face and voice of the person in front of him.

That was Yuan Mucheng, and it was also his Yuan Xiao'an, he hadn't forgotten, he hadn't forgotten anything.

"Jiang Huaichuan, I'm going to be strangled to death by you." Yuan Mucheng arched his head and laughed.

Jiang Shiqing let go of his arms hastily, unwilling to look away the moment they looked at each other.

"Xiao'an." He called hoarsely.

"It's me," Yuan Mucheng wiped his sweat and tears for him, and kissed his forehead, "I'm always here, don't be afraid."

After the feeling of uneasiness was calmed down a little bit, the loving gleam in that person's eyes would turn into another alluring thing.

Another seduction.

Accompanied by the redness on his lips, Yuan Mucheng was bewitched. He felt that Jiang Shiqing was begging him for everything.

"Are you sure you want to look at me like that?" Yuan Mucheng wiped his lips.

Jiang Shiqing didn't answer, the affection in his eyes was still asking him for something.

Yuan Mucheng lost his patience: "Look at me like this again..."

He chuckled, and moved down from the man's neck to his chest, from which the quilt bulged and moved rustlingly.The movement hidden in it made Jiang Shiqing look up.

The quarrel between Zhong Dingshan and Yuan Haoxun came from outside the tent inappropriately.

"I said this punch should be thrown like this, don't mislead me!"

Yuan Haoxun said: "Brute force is certainly important, but strategy is necessary to win. How many times have I fought back and forth on the battlefield? You, a doctor, are you arguing with me about military strategy and military strategy?"

Zhong Dingshan sneered: "Heh, you won't be convinced if you don't fight against me for a day, right? You're both big and big people. What can you say about being brave all day long? You're good at killing people, and I'm still saving people!"

"Okay, let's not talk too fast, according to the usual practice, how about a game to determine the outcome?"

"Okay, let's go!" Zhong Dingshan took two steps angrily, then turned his head and noticed the curtain that hadn't been opened today, "Hey wait, I didn't say that these two bastards got up late enough , at such an age, it's so unreasonable to procrastinate like this!"

Jiang Shiqing was startled, and stretched out his hand to pinch the person underneath, and the voice that escaped from his throat trembled slightly: "Xiao'an..."

The shaking of the quilt stopped suddenly, and Yuan Mucheng got his head out of it, and by the way, raised Jiang Shiqing's hands and clamped them on top of his head.

"Afraid of screaming?" Yuan Mucheng smirked against his lips, "I'll cover it for you."

Panting was contained in the mouth, and the strong kiss was wanton.Jiang Shiqing listened to the movement outside the tent, his heart was hanging in his throat, but he was blocked and dared not make a sound.

On the other side, the protruding hand was about to touch the curtain, but fortunately Yuan Haoxun stopped him in time: "Before the first month is over, it's okay to indulge their laziness. Let me tell you, if you want to expect them to get up early, you shouldn't wake up last night." Let them drink like that, they are all runaway horses, in the final analysis, it is you and me who train the horses who are to blame."

Zhong Dingshan also gave up, turned around and left: "I've told you all the good things, let's go! It's up to you to beat drinking or punching."

Yuan Mucheng let go of his lips when the sound outside the tent faded away, and Jiang Shiqing let out an unbearable hum.

Yuan Mucheng smiled lowly and kissed him on the cheek: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, you should know that this is not a dream."

Jiang Shiqing said, "It hurts even in dreams."

Yuan Mucheng tilted his head and bit a red mark on the side of his neck, and asked, "Is it this kind of pain?"

The numbness seeped away, Jiang Shiqing raised his head and rubbed against him with the tip of his nose: "It hurts even more."

Yuan Mucheng leaned over to coax him: "In the future, there will only be this kind of pain, not more pain."

The other kisses were lingering, without the slightest bit of pain, Jiang Shiqing rolled to the top of Yuan Mucheng, lowered his head to bite his lips, and only realized that the corners of the man's lips were stained red when he left.

Jiang Shiqing hesitantly rubbed his lower lip with the back of his hand, and asked, "What did you put on my mouth?"

Yuan Mucheng smiled, and stretched out his hand along the man's collarbone, and the rouge stained on his fingertips wiped away a blush.

"Rouge." Yuan Mucheng said softly, and got up to kiss the red patch.

Jiang Shiqing pulled the man's skirt down his shoulders, and bent his head to stick it there, but he couldn't make a clear lip print no matter what.

"I can't leave a full mark, so I'll kiss you." Jiang Shiqing wanted to raise his hand to wipe off the lip mark, but Yuan Mucheng grabbed his wrist first.

Yuan Mucheng said, "I'll wipe it again for you."

"Then what about the original one?"

What to do with the original.

Yuan Mucheng's eyes fell on the man's lips, and his Adam's apple greedily rolled a few times.He lowered his voice so low that he couldn't make any sound.

It turned out that he also had to swallow it into his stomach.