kiss Me

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and the host promoted the atmosphere in a timely manner. With a few words, the focus of the audience's enthusiasm changed from the perfect performance to the lucky draw of messages.

Qin Shu watched a certain lovable golden-haired fox step off the stage, and didn't let his mind wander for too long. He quickly returned to the usual state of "the earth shakes and the mountains shake, and my mind is like still water", and took a few pictures with the camera, so as not to be disturbed. cross.

The aftermath of the show just now was still there, and there were overwhelming messages on the screen. Eight out of ten related to Lin Wu and Jiang Qi, and at least five of the eight revolved around "they are a good match".

The honest man Meng Qi sits in front of the monitoring computer in the background, resting his forehead with one hand, remembering his partner's sentence not long ago, "He has a bad temper, he will be jealous and then revenge you", and suddenly feels that the future is bleak—even though Lin Wu temporarily rescued this The matter has little to do with him in essence, but an honest person has such a personality, his sense of responsibility is as broad as the sea, and he can take three points from himself in everything.

Not to mention the real master, with Qin Shu's character of hiding his younger brother's control, he just watched his younger brother being "hanged on the wall" by someone, and said on the left "Handsome guy posted on the wall" and on the right "Mom agreed to this marriage"... …

Before he could figure out why, there was a sudden commotion in the backstage, as if the two protagonists who had been urged to marry on the spot had returned.

"Huh? Why is Jiang Qi the only one?" Meng Qi was stunned, and unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, "Where's Lin Wu?"

It was the first time for the little girl herself to face such a battle. Her cheeks were blushing, but she was not happy. Hearing this, she clutched the hem of her skirt and said in a low voice: "He said...the audience will make too much noise, and the family will be jealous , coax people to go first."

There were too many bullet screens, and the lottery system couldn't handle it for a while, so the audience had to temporarily extend the time for the audience to leave messages. In a dark place far away, I put the camera aside, thinking that the juniors of the host team this year are good, and we can continue to cooperate next time.

In the next second, someone grabbed his arm, and the warm smell of roses and peach blossoms enveloped his whole body.

"Brother," the golden-haired fox plunged into his arms, without the slightest elegance that everyone was looking at on stage, his voice was low, as soft as a baby, "I found you."

Qin Shu was slightly stunned, he caught him indulgently, combed with his fingers, brushed one side of his forehead hair, thoughtfully: "Why are you here?"

Lin Wu raised his head cooperatively to let him see more clearly. Under the dim light, his dark blue eyes became deeper and deeper, refracting layers of falling, water-like waves. With a smile, he answered the wrong question: "Do you like it?"

His bones are very delicate, with just the right mix of blood, clear but not sharp, so that when he lifts his bangs, he reveals a beautiful forehead and brow bones, making him a clean and handsome man who is very attractive.

Qin Shu lowered his eyelashes, pinned the strand of blond hair behind his ear, and said calmly, "You look good no matter what."

The answer was not standard, the little fox blinked pretending to be disappointed, shook his head, and the hair on his forehead fell down again - he didn't care at all about the barrage about him scrolling on the big screen, and he didn't care about being "urged to marry" "The self-consciousness only cares about the little restrained jealousy of the person in front of him, and he likes it.

How to kill the opponent's sober restraint, how to pry open the cage where the beast is held, he understands too well.

"Brother, the photoshoot counts as one, and the accompaniment counts as one," he whispered next to Qin Shu's ear, "You know the first reward, and I've already thought about the second one, which one do you want to implement first? "

—Kiss me the way you like, or accept my blatant love, blooming in the night and under the eyes of all.

The metal cufflink was pressed against the young man's neck, cool and warm, silently reminding him that the person who amazed everyone a few minutes ago only belonged to him at this moment.

In the dark night, they hid in the shadow of the empty porch, and a few steps back was the entrance to the underground parking lot. No one knew, and no one would find out.

It would be a lie to say that he was not tempted, but he didn't dare - once he broke the precept, there would be a second time, some things he was destined to not be able to afford, and he didn't dare to touch them.

After a long time, Qin Shu raised his hand, as if to appease some stubborn animal, and gently smoothed his hair. When he touched a few strands of braids on the side of his forehead, he avoided them calmly, with a gentle tone as usual: " As you like-"

Lin Wu didn't give him a chance to finish.

The peach blossoms are sweet and the roses are romantic. Two completely different floral fragrances are mixed together, which is so sweet that it is shocking—the young man leaned forward and kissed his lips in a posture close to hugging, straightforward and strong, like A tree of flowers blooming in the night.

The flowers and branches grow wildly, covering the sky and the moon.

So the greed and displeasure that had been restrained for a long time suddenly surged into his heart, and was modified into love by the sweet and soft floral fragrance, wrapping him without warning.

The situation suddenly reversed in the next second, and the young man only had time to take half a step back before he was grabbed by his wrist and forcefully led into the depths of the shadows. His footsteps staggered, echoing in the air, and his shoulders hit the dusty wall, causing some pain.

He didn't know what kind of kissing Qin Shu liked before, but he just intuitively thought that it would not be too gentle, and it might be a little bit beyond his understanding of this behavior - now he knows.

Far stronger than he imagined, more relentless, but also more lingering.

Like kissing a flower with a gun, the smoke is like honey.

His wrist was held by someone, and the cuff button was firmly embedded in his flesh. This was his only lucid perception. Everything else became dull and distant, like a dream.

In a trance, he felt that the other party pried open his lips and teeth, and something soft and hot came in and swept across the sensitive palate. It was hot and itchy, which made his eyes sore, and the tip of his tongue was bitten so hard that his skin was almost broken. Just let his shoulders tremble and his heart beat like a drum.

The corner of the lip was bitten, and the strong smell of rust permeated, which seemed to arouse the interest of the attacker—then the wound was sucked even more fiercely, and the fire burned into all limbs and bones, and he was somewhat unable to stand.

"Brother..." His voice trembled, as if begging for mercy but not entirely.

Qin Shu turned a deaf ear to his struggling whispers, but let go of the hand that clamped his shoulders, and slowly stroked his neck almost gently, and then tightened it suddenly before his voice almost overflowed, slowly and forcefully, took his breath away.

The original tough kiss also slowed down, becoming lingering and lingering, extending his senses to infinity, as if deliberately consuming his remaining oxygen.

He couldn't speak, his Adam's apple rolled, and it was stuck in the palm of the young man, like a hint of indulgence, or a tease—except that it wasn't a rejection.

It's just that the body's instincts were out of control, and he was on the verge of suffocation due to lack of oxygen. Finally, he couldn't help tightening his hands around the opponent's back, trembling all over his body and making a nasal sound, which was broken into pieces.

"Little Su...brother..."

The attacker finally woke up like a dream, and hastily let him go.

At the entrance of the underground parking lot, away from the lights and the bustling crowd, there is only a bright moon hanging high, silently watching this absurd farce.

The young man lowered his head and coughed violently, short of breath, and it took him a long time to recover. He leaned against the wall, a little out of strength, his face was covered with a strange blush, his eyes reflected the bright moon, but his smile was clear: "You I really like it."

The voice is hoarse.

Qin Shu took a step back silently, too guilty to look at him, he could only stare at the faintly reflective cuff button, unable to say anything negative.

Lin Wu raised his head, and there were distinct fingerprints on his white neck, like a sickly shackle, or a lingering hickey declaring sovereignty.

He seems to be particularly partial to the face of the other party who is full of guilt and shaken by him at this moment, like an artificial moon being shattered, fluorescent substances overflowing, paved into a low-quality galaxy, he walks in it, tastes the taste, and wants to dance.

Qin Shu's glasses were a little crooked. He raised his hand to straighten it up, and then lingered down, gently stroking his sweetheart's tall nose bridge, lips, chin, Adam's apple, and every button of his shirt with his fingertips—slowly and solemnly, with With a hint of something close to lingering, he stopped at an indescribable part, and nodded softly.

"It's hard." He rolled his eyes in satisfaction, and said in an affirmative tone, "Brother, you are not calm."