Passionate to know

An Zhi looked at the man in a daze.

His tenderness was only given to himself, and he was full of it in his heart.

But he never seemed to think about him.Every time he left, he was the first to catch up; every time he confronted, he was the first to lose silently; every time something happened, he opened his arms to shield him from the wind and rain.

It's just a birthday that even the person concerned doesn't care about, but he cares more about himself than himself.

Song Zhiyang took An Zhi's hand, ignoring the people coming and going in the playground: "What do you want to play? Let's start with the carousel?"

"it is good."

Sure enough, An Zhi had never been to an amusement park, and seemed to be very unfamiliar with all the game facilities. Of course, it was rare for him to play crazy with Song Zhiyang.

Song Zhiyang also found that An Zhi was a little afraid of heights, but was quite interested in roller coasters and other projects.After a whole day, he accompanied An Zhi to play all over the amusement park. For the first time, he felt that this kind of place that children and girls like is also very interesting.

Of course, it depends on who you come with.

Two handsome men walked past the amusement park holding hands, which naturally attracted the attention and whispers of passers-by, but the strange thing is that An Zhi, who has always hated being pointed out by others, unexpectedly didn't care today, not even the slightest bit. With an impatient expression, he responded generously to Song Zhiyang's intimacy.

After wiping the fine sweat from An Zhi's forehead, Song Zhiyang asked, "Are you hungry? Go eat something."

An Zhi nodded, "There's no need to go to any high-end restaurant...I know there is an izakaya, go there."

"it is good."

…………

The izakaya recommended by Anzhi is really good, remote and quiet, simple but fresh, and the sake made by the owner himself is also very unique.

Although An Zhi didn't see any difference on the surface, he seemed to be in high spirits today, and he had already drank two small bottles of sake after serving a few stacks of side dishes.

Song Zhiyang hurriedly stopped him: "This wine has a mild taste, but it still has a lot of stamina."

An Zhi's face turned slightly red, and her voice revealed a bit of coquettishness from the coldness: "It's rare...I want to drink, won't you accompany me?"

Song Zhiyang admitted that he was really helpless in the face of such An Zhi, but he persuaded him again: "I'll get drunk..."

An Zhi smiled, a little presumptuously: "Then get drunk... aren't you here...?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the jug and poured a full glass for Song Zhiyang, and said while pouring: "There is a saying in the tea ceremony, it's called a session for a while... In fact, drinking is the same. For a lifetime of wine, one drink will be one less... "

Song Zhiyang heard An Zhi's suddenly sad words, so he didn't stop him anymore.He knew that An Zhi was like a cocoon, surrounded and suppressed by dense pain.Although he forcefully opened a hole for him, if he really wants to let go, he has to be willing to come out.

An Zhi may really use alcohol to relieve his sorrow, or he may be telling the truth after drinking, but in any case, it is better to be able to speak out than to hide it.

Song Zhiyang didn't stop him at all, and drank cup after cup, pot after pot with him.When the meal was over, An Zhi fell limply into Song Zhiyang's arms.

An Zhi's wine is still very good, except for walking unsteadily, he doesn't yell or do exaggerated actions, just like a doll quietly.

"Song Zhi... Yang..."

An Zhi muttered inarticulately, "Do you regret...?"

Song Zhiyang froze, "What do you regret?"

An Zhi moved a bit, and changed his posture: "I regret...meet me... regret meeting me..." Then he sighed, "I have a bad temper...and I'm not good to you...Why are you so stubborn? "

Song Zhiyang couldn't laugh or cry at An Zhi's tone of pity for him, "Then I can't get out anymore, you have to make it up to me."

An Zhi's personnel affairs were obviously unclear, so Song Zhiyang could only pay the bill quickly, picked An Zhi up and went out.

The izakaya is far away from An Zhi's house, but it is very close to Song Yuan after bypassing a few alleys. Fortunately, Jiang Yu Yuan was not at home tonight, so he simply took An Zhi home.

When he took out the door key, he could only put An Zhi down and put one arm around his waist.But An Zhi hung on him almost immediately, rubbing against his neck, as if he was talking again, but couldn't hear anything clearly, only An Zhi's hair was brushed against his ears, itching so badly.

"Anzhi, Anzhi," Song Zhiyang called, "I'm home, don't make trouble."

An Zhiyun glanced around in a fog, and didn't seem to realize that this was Song Yuan at all. He just looked at Song Zhiyang's face in front of him, and suddenly opened his lips into a smile, which made Song Zhiyang's heart skip a beat. leak.

Then he pulled off Song Zhiyang's collar, and planted a wine-smelling kiss on his lips.

This was the second time that An Zhi took the initiative to kiss Song Zhiyang, and it was different from the first comfort. This time, Song Zhiyang felt that his reason had been hit hard.

So he carried An Zhi up the stairs two or three times, and just as he closed the door, he pressed An Zhi against the door, kissing him with his tongue.

"How to do…"

When Song Zhiyang's kiss lingered on An Zhi's collarbone, he heard An Zhi's ethereal voice resounding above his head.

"What am I going to do with you..."

Song Zhiyang didn't know what An Zhi was worrying about, so he could only hug An Zhi and caress his back like a small animal: "An Zhi, I won't regret it, never will, you believe me, Believe in yourself too."

The drunken An Zhi seemed to have listened, and stopped rambling on with incomprehensible words, but leaned his head on Song Zhiyang's shoulder, and said, as if complaining, "Where's the gift?"

"what do you want?"

An Zhi smiled lightly, his eyes seemed to dance in the dark night.

"Then... take yourself as a gift..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Zhiyang covered Anzhi's shoulders with his hands, and then fell heavily on the bed, his body fit together without any gaps, making Anzhi's whole body tremble.

"An Zhi, are you challenging my willpower?" His lips pressed against An Zhi's lips, and some erratic voice lingered in the room.

Anzhi's entire consciousness had already begun to be controlled by his feverish body, he tugged on Song Zhiyang's sleeve to make his mind a little dependent.

"...what if... I say yes?"

And so rationality crumbles.

The delicate kiss changed from very light and soft to hot and indulgent. Song Zhiyang supported the back of An Zhi's head with one hand, and untied the belt around his waist with the other hand.The thin lips kept making some marks downwards, and then sealed An Zhi's lips again, swimming and entangled wantonly between the teeth, the remaining smell of wine was like an aphrodisiac, becoming more and more irresistible.

"Anzhi, look at me." The magnetic voice was accompanied by the two people's panting.

An Zhi opened his misty eyes slightly, tears were in his half-drunk eyes, his voice was trembling, and his breath was full of love.

"An Zhi," Song Zhiyang slowly tore off An Zhi's clothes with both hands, kissed his white collarbone, touched his smooth back, and counted the spine with his fingers, "...you do you happy today?"

An Zhi's brain can't work at all now, and he muttered without answering, but Song Zhiyang unexpectedly persisted, even biting his shoulder lightly, teasing his sensitivity, but firmly holding his hand, Call him intolerable.

"...Well...Song...Zhiyang..." An Zhi was crying a little bit, he had no other choice, so he bit his lip and said softly, "...don't...torture me..."

Song Zhiyang only felt that An Zhi was possessed by some kind of demon spirit at this moment, which made him lose his conscience.So she couldn't be more reserved, and after a sigh, she hugged him completely.

Probably due to alcohol paralysis, An Zhi didn't show much distress on his face, so that Song Zhiyang's attacks were much more presumptuous.

"Song... Zhi... Yang..."

While sweating profusely, An Zhi suddenly called out Song Zhiyang's name.Song Zhiyang kept moving, An Zhi bit his lip, and said another sentence.

"Thanks……"

Before An Zhi finished speaking, Song Zhiyang blocked her with a kiss, "At this time, I just want to hear you say you love me..."

So, in the boundless lust and gradually deepening night, only the sound of the bed trembling remained.

Before falling into a deep sleep, An Zhi murmured something as if he was talking to himself, which seemed to be drunken words, dream language, and more like auditory hallucinations.

"sorry……"