Passionate to know

The rain, first three drops or two drops, was stingy, and then suddenly poured down, with great momentum and generosity.

An Zhi is still in the greenhouse, still maintaining the same appearance as before.He didn't want to think about whether it was wind, fog or rain on Song Zhiyang's side now, he just felt that the rain and this greenhouse shielded the whole world from him, not only trapping him, but also protecting him.

Until a figure came through the rain, causing An Zhi to close his pupils.

Song Zhiyang didn't open an umbrella, drenched all over, just like Yan Luo at night, came with a vicious aura, pushed open the glass door violently, and stared straight at An Zhi.

An Zhi didn't say a word, he carefully concealed Song Zhiyang's astonishment at first sight, and only accepted Song Zhiyang's anger with a calm and breezy appearance.

Song Zhiyang laughed back angrily: "You are really capable, huh? Send a woman to my bed, why, do I seem to be short of women?"

An Zhi ridiculed him: "Could it be that you lack a man?"

Song Zhiyang's veins bulged: "I know what I'm doing."

An Zhi looked back at him coldly: "I just want you to wake up."

"Heh, heh..." Song Zhiyang seemed to have heard something funny, sneered a few times, and almost gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's be sober together!"

After all, Song Zhiyang grabbed An Zhi and dragged him out of the greenhouse. An Zhi staggered and crashed into the rain. The cold rain instantly drenched An Zhi from head to toe, cooling him all the way from Tianling Gai to his heart.

"Let go!" The bean-sized raindrops hit his body densely, which was very painful. An Zhi tried to shake off Song Zhiyang, but found that his hand was like an iron chain, and he couldn't break free.

Song Zhiyang yelled at An Zhi: "Are you sober enough now?! An Zhi, don't use my patience with you to be smart, and don't use my cruelty to me to deceive yourself. If you dare to do it, you have to suffer it yourself!"

The wind and rain were bleak and bitter, but Song Zhiyang felt like a fire was burning in his heart. He was inexplicably sure that An Zhi was definitely not as decisive as he showed, and he was already impatient to tear off An Zhi's self-righteous indifference.

The wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead and temples, allowing the rain to meander down and irritate every inch of his skin with coldness.

An Zhi shivered, but also a little angry, shouted loudly: "Song Zhiyang! Put away your overflowing feelings! I don't need it!"

Song Zhiyang's eyes were filled with darkness: "Do you remember what you said? I'll give it back to you today---what I started, I won't give up halfway!"

As the tone fell, a wet kiss landed on An Zhi's lips irresistibly.

Song Zhiyang cut An Zhi's right hand behind his back with one hand, and took him into his arms. With the other hand facing upwards, he fixed his chin and lifted it lightly so that he could not avoid it.

An Zhi could only see the magnified face of the person in front of him, so that he couldn't focus, and felt a slippery slippery brush from his lips, making his back numb and his whole body stiff!

Song Zhiyang is kissing him!

This realization terrified An Zhi, all he could smell from the tip of his nose was Song Zhiyang's breath.He trembled all over, and began to struggle violently. The only left hand that could move first pressed against Song Zhiyang's chest, but he couldn't push him away, so he pinched Song Zhiyang's arm, and his nails dug deep into the flesh. , Scratching bloodstains.

Song Zhiyang didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and only concentrated on kissing.An Zhi's teeth were closed tightly, so he used his tongue to trace the shape of An Zhi's lips, biting, licking, twisting and rolling, staggering various angles, and repeatedly trampling with a bit of punitive force.

An Zhi only felt that there was a fire on his lips, a hot and humid fire, burning all the way to his whole body.He clearly and sensitively felt the tip of an unfamiliar tongue nimbly wandering around the corner of his mouth, eager to enter the room.The two drenched bodies were tightly pressed together, hot and cold for a while.It was still raining, but he couldn't feel the cold at all.The heat flowed continuously from Song Zhiyang's body to him, and every pore was wrapped in scorching hot air, almost burning him.

As if impatient with An Zhi's refusal, Song Zhiyang loosened his chin in a kissing posture, put his hands behind An Zhi, supported the back of his neck, and at the same time slammed the arm wrapped around An Zhi's waist. receive.An Zhi felt the pain, gasped, and loosened his teeth.

"Uh...ha...uh..."

After falling for a moment, Song Zhiyang attacked the city and seized the territory, deepening the kiss.

He closed his eyes and savored An Zhi's taste carefully, and domineeringly hooked his dodgy tongue, forcing them to mingle with each other.The more An Zhi hides, the more possessive he is aroused.Anzhi's taste, which he also likes so much, is a very green, very light, very light sweet, which makes people want to stop after tasting it.He couldn't control it, and even plundered fiercely, not letting go of every corner, sucking An Zhi a little painfully.

An Zhi was firmly pressed by Song Zhiyang's big palm on the back of his head. Because of Song Zhiyang's tall body, he was forced to raise his head to accept it, looking like he could ask for anything.When Song Zhiyang's tongue came in, his limbs were hot and sticky like an electric shock, and he felt a sense of humiliation and hotness of being possessed.If it wasn't for the heavy rain, the corners of An Zhi's mouth would be dripping with water.

I don't know how long it took, but the hand he was holding on Song Zhiyang's arm was already weak, and he could barely hold on to the corner of his clothes, but the man still seemed unwilling to stop.

Perhaps it shouldn't be provoked, An Zhi's chaotic brain thought, he was powerless to fight the furious Song Zhiyang.

Finally, the lips parted, and An Zhi gasped for breath.

"Ha... ah... cough cough..."

Song Zhiyang didn't let go of his hand, but hugged An Zhi into his arms, and gently followed his breath with his big hand behind his back.

"Anzhi, listen carefully." When Song Zhiyang's voice sounded, the noisy rain seemed to be muted, and every word came to Anzhi's ears clearly, "I missed you once, and there will be no second time. Second time. You can reject me, but you must never push me to others. If you want to piss me off, you can try. Just run away from me, and I will let you stop eventually. "

An Zhi didn't push Song Zhiyang away, perhaps because of lack of strength, his hands grabbed Song Zhiyang's clothes, tightened and then loosened, leaving two wrinkles.

He leaned on Song Zhiyang's shoulder, as if muttering to himself: "You are crazy."

Song Zhiyang smiled and hugged him tightly: "Yes, you won't be lonely if you're crazy."