kiss Me

When the word "research" came out of Lin Wu's mouth, Qin Shu realized for the first time how charming this word can be interpreted, like a certain passage in a sacred poem that is suddenly covered with ambiguous colors, and is used by a bard in the same ambiguous way. When the tone is pronounced, it brings a certain sense of profanity.

The sense of profanity is real, grotesquely symbiotic with the desire to destroy.His gaze wandered from the bite marks on the young man's wrist bones to the red eye sockets, and the desire in his heart sank a little.

Lin Wu turned her head and rubbed the inside of his wrist with her hot cheeks, her eyelids drooped lazily, preventing him from seeing the real emotions in his eyes - bewilderment, nervousness, anticipation and anxiety about unknown things, broken jars Break or whatever.

But Qin Shu knew him too well, so he couldn't see the ease of pretending and the blankness inside.Therefore, rationality undoubtedly prevailed, prompting him to reach out and touch the other person's head, brushing away the messy hair, revealing the child's fair forehead and unknowingly frowning brows.

The kiss between the eyebrows was comforting, followed by an equally gentle "Stop making trouble" - the warm breath brushed over the eyelashes, making Lin Wu tremble, as if he didn't hear clearly, he might misunderstand.

When he realized that Qin Shu wanted to get up, he instinctively stretched out his hand to pull it. The hand that should have grabbed the sleeve fell on the hem due to the limited viewing angle, which made the original simple intention confusing.He finally remembered his original intention, rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed the urge to retreat, and moved his hand, which was frozen in midair, down a little, stopping at the rare opening of the robot.

"But you are hard."

The trembling at the end of the story was well concealed, and it sounded more like a deliberate coquettish.

Qin Shu was noncommittal, silent for a moment helplessly, took his hand away, put it back on the sofa gently, and asked him softly, so what.

I am an adult.

Love each other.

Right time and place.

——These excuses are said upside down, like prey eager to open their arms to the knife and the prison.He stared at Qin Shu right and wrong, trying to make his tone sound natural and unconcerned, as if he had already regarded home run as normal, and it was a natural result that should happen naturally.

But if he really didn't care, why did his fingers tremble.

For a moment, Qin Shu felt that he was like a puppy, trying to show how well-behaved and obedient he was, his eyes were wet, showing his trust and dependence.

So he couldn't help rubbing the puppy's furry head, and thought of bullying again, and came up with a cunning excuse: "You're so skilled."

Normally, Lin Wu would quickly realize that he had been tricked, but the current situation was too bewildering, half relying on impulse and half on instinct, so he was naturally caught in it, unable to detect the trap in Qin Shu's words, and instinctively thought Rebuttal: "No..."

I also remembered that my original intention was to show that I didn't care, and swallowed the second half of the sentence, turning it into an ambiguous modal particle—he heard Qin Shu ask him "what's not", his eyes were rare and cold, from top to bottom The sense of oppression made him subconsciously shake his head, barely able to hide the panic in his heart.

Unable to explain, Qin Shu seemed determined not to give him room to think. After asking those four words, he grabbed his collar and forced him to raise his head and kiss him in the sudden suffocation.

The other hand poked in from under the hem of the clothes, and unhurriedly unbuttoned the clothes one by one. The place he passed was like a coiled beacon, but he couldn't tell who was pleasing whom.

All he knew was that the other party seemed to be angry. When the shirt was completely lifted, his waist and abdomen were a little cold. The hand was about to be embedded in his body, and his soul would escape along the trembling spine.

Like hanging in the air and unable to touch the ground, the only fulcrum is the other person's body, the mind is blank, and the words of rejection are vaguely pieced together from broken instincts, which are dismantled and erased by him.

He was dazed by the kiss, twisted and struggled slightly, trying to avoid the pain wrapped in wildfire, but was suppressed by the instinct deep in his heart, resisted to freeze there, as if falling into a messy thick Meng——It wasn't until the belt was loosened that she suddenly regained a glimmer of clarity, trembling as if waking up, and grabbed Qin Shu's hand on his thigh.

"Brother, I..."

He wanted to say that he was not really familiar with Fengyue, and he wanted to say that you should not be angry, but another word was stuck in his throat, so that there was nowhere to hide from all the pretentiousness.

He was a little scared, a little bit.

Qin Shu really stopped, stood up slightly, glanced at the finger marks on his waist and abdomen one by one, stretched out his hand to help him pull his shirt, and said softly: "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh, be good."

Lin Wu was taken aback, subconsciously turned his head, and something rolled down from his cheeks and dripped warmly into the sofa - he couldn't even tell whether it was physical tears or really wanted to cry.

But the eye sockets were indeed very red, and the eyelashes stuck together in strands, like wet down feathers, so embarrassing.

"Hold me." In the end, the child's nature still came out, prompting him to cover his eyes and tell the truth, "I'm not skilled at all, it's just..."

While talking, I felt that Qin Shu should understand, otherwise the hug covering him would not be so gentle.

If he had observed more carefully, he would have found that the other party was actually far less capable than he seemed—Qin Shu buried his face in his shoulder, pressed against the side of his neck to listen to his unsteady pulse, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief and restrained himself The light kiss was embellished by each other's hot breath.

After all, he is not a saint. The person he is thinking of opens up everything to him, and he can hardly hold back and pick the snake's apple.

But that day is not there yet.

No matter what the purpose is, as long as Lin Wu still has reservations about him, even if it is a well-intentioned disguise with a clear purpose, he will not allow himself to cross that line and do something that may make the other party regret it.

Lin Wu's face was still red when he came out of the shower. I don't know if it was because of the hot water or other reasons. He was wrapped in short sleeves and casual pants that he could wear when he went out the next day. The sweet milk taste, getting into Qin Shu's arms is like holding a ball of marshmallows with skeletons and edges.

The appearance of the child hugging his knees and sharing the screen with him was a bit funny, so Qin Shu suspended the online class, pushed the half-written notes aside, raised his hand and rubbed his head, as if rewarding him for drying himself obediently today hair.

"Why did it take so long to wash?"

Lin Wu seemed to have completely returned to his heartless normal state, and he still had Yu Yu propping his chin to tease him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said brightly and cunningly, "Solve your physical needs."

Qin Shu obviously understood what he meant, but pretended to be confused and asked him if there was any place he wanted to go tomorrow.

"Brother, I'm thinking about a question." Lin Wu was completely immune to such blunt tricks, and forcibly brought the topic back to the midnight file, "Tell me——if it was three years ago, would I be played at this time? died?"

From the very beginning, he didn't think that teasing his brother like this was something that he could get out of. Although Qin Shu's way of waking him up this time was very gentle, if he went back to the age when they were not very sensible three years ago, the other party It's still unknown whether she will reveal her [-]% dark nature to bully him.

After all, kissing and kissing can make him cry.

Qin Shu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, bent and released his hand on the keyboard, but shook his head and said, "No way."

Such absolute denials rarely come out of his mouth.Lin Wu raised his eyebrows and looked up at him pretending to be surprised: "Really? But that time three years ago..."

He thought again of the scene that had reappeared in his dream, the ruthless strangling of his throat, the lingering pain and vomiting, and the gloomy and paranoid eyes of the other party—the same as Qin Shu's eyes looking at him now. The difference was so far that he was in a daze for a moment, unable to tell whether it was his brother's perfect appearance that had become more false in the past three years, or whether he had seen the true focus and affection under the mask.

"Well, really." Looking at the mottled hickey marks on his neck, Qin Shu felt that this statement did not seem to be convincing - but what he said was indeed a fact, a fact that is difficult to be verified, "I don't would really hurt you."

Even if impulsive, it will be stopped by instinct before it leads to catastrophe.

Lin Wu was stared at so earnestly by him, and he suddenly remembered Meng Qi's sentence "Your brother sometimes sees people as bewitched", thinking that he was really bewitched, so he forgot to ask the routine question. When I chose to kiss her, I asked vaguely if she looked good—it was still on my waist, and it was a lot red, and I was shocked when I saw it in the shower.

He always seems to be able to realize Qin Shu's almost pathological possessiveness towards him from these absurd angles, from the hickey mark between the collarbone that is exposed brightly outside the collar, to the red pinch mark on the side of the waist and the unknowingly left behind. bruises.When I was tossed and intoxicated, I didn't feel anything, and I remembered the pain when I recovered, but I got real psychological pleasure from the pain, turning this somewhat embarrassing picture into a work of art.

There is something wrong with it to some extent - he thought so, and lifted up a little hem of his clothes to show Qin Shu, exposing the purple finger marks on his waist, catching the fleeting remorse in the eyes of the other party, and the joy in his heart became more distinct.

The young man's cool fingers stroked along the imprints, and stopped on the deepest one. Before he could say anything, he heard the phone on the corner of the coffee table ringing—it belonged to Lin Wu.

"Well... who is calling at this time?" The distance was too far away, and someone didn't want him to answer, so he stretched out his arms to reach, and naturally lay on Qin Shu's thigh during the movement. on purpose, "Oh, it seems like I met you at the movie theater yesterday - I remember the one with the short hair who left his phone number."

After speaking, he turned his head meaningfully to look like Qin Shu, and asked knowingly, "Can I take it?"

Qin Shu nodded, looking calm as usual, and casually pulled the hem of his raised clothes back to its original position, stroking the person's back once and for all, like treating some domestic pet lying on his lap and acting coquettishly.

The pet seemed to like this kind of petting very much, the corners of its eyes narrowed in joy, and its tone was lazy: "Hello? Well, hello, I am..."