Stop fishing, can't stand it

Yan Qi: hee hee hee

Suddenly, there was a light door opening sound, and the two wall lamps in the corridor responded.

Song Xueyan stepped on the carpet, trying to keep his footsteps as light as possible. He walked to the door of Yan Qi's bedroom, reached out to hold the door handle, and turned it tentatively—it was not locked.Song Xueyan was secretly happy, carefully opened the bedroom door, opened a small corner, and squeezed in with difficulty.

The large bedroom was plunged into darkness, except for the cold moonlight reflected by the window, which could barely illuminate the outline of the desk.Song Xueyan took the steps of a thief, first moved to the position of the desk, and then found the position of the bed under the moonlight.

Yan Qi was covered with a thin quilt and remained motionless, obviously falling into a deep sleep.Song Xueyan walked over on tiptoe, stretched out his hands to support the edge of the bed, sat on his buttocks first, and then waited for about half a minute with his back stiffened. Yanqi still didn't move, so he breathed a sigh of relief and put his legs together. Also lifted up.

A corner of the thin quilt was lifted, and the cold wind from the air conditioner and Song Xueyan quietly lay in it.

Song Xueyan held his breath and concentrated, tightened his core, and gradually lay flat. The moment the back of his head touched the pillow, he was relieved, and reached out to pull the quilt that had slid onto Yan Xi's chest back to its original position. At this moment , the person beside him suddenly moved——

An arm picked up Song Xueyan's waist, hugged him suddenly, turned over from his body, and landed in front of him.Song Xue's whisper in the cornice was covered by her warm and strong palm, and a deep voice bit his ear fiercely.

"Caught it, where did the little thief come from?"

Song Xueyan's heartbeat fluctuated violently, and she said unsteadily, "It's not a thief."

"Sneaking into someone else's room, isn't it a thief? Could it be..." Yan Qi pressed Song Xueyan's wrist, locked it in front of his waist, and rubbed it lightly, "That's right, how can a thief only go to someone's arms?" Li Song, who is so frivolous, must be a flower picker."

Song Xueyan blushed, and Yan Qi was still talking in his ear, scratching his ears so hard that he said bravely, "So what? You should call the police."

"It's so late, why bother others? I want to interrogate you myself." Yan Qi suddenly turned Song Xueyan over, and the two were lying on their sides facing each other. He propped himself up slightly, and the tip of his nose followed Song Xueyan's side face, sliding up all the way, and finally gently pressed Song Xueyan's upturned nose bridge.

As he spoke, his breath sprayed on Song Xueyan's face, "Why are you here?"

Song Xueyan was held down by Yan Qi with one hand, and couldn't help but grab the thin quilt with the other, and lied, "I... I accept the bed."

"Recognize the bed? My bed is new to you, right?" Yan Qi calmed down, "Or do you mean that you don't recognize the bed, but the person on the bed?"

"I..." Song Xueyan pursed her lips, not daring to speak loudly, not daring to breathe recklessly, like a rabbit that fell into a trap, forced back again and again by the traps in all directions, and could only stand hastily against the wall.

"You what?" Yan Qi said coaxingly, "Hey, tell the truth."

Song Xueyan's throat was itchy from being scratched, he tilted his head, coughed lightly, and said in a rough voice: "I miss you a little bit, and I can't sleep, so I want to come and see you... If I don't sleep, you don't want to sleep either. "

"You have a bad heart." Yan Qi condemned with a smile, "I was woken up by you, tell me, how do you want to compensate me?"

Song Xueyan said cleverly: "Let's try to fall asleep again together."

Yan Qi said: "I don't think so, it's too cheap for you."

Song Xueyan was still about to say something, but Yan Qi had already leaned over to chase the tip of his nose, pecked it lightly, and followed the trend, wanting to kiss him or not.

Yan Qi stared at Song Xueyan's eyes in the dark, they were not bright enough, but he could feel Song Xueyan's trembling eyelashes and breathing because of nervousness, which completely allowed him to imagine these beautiful eyes. What a sparkle of love.

Breathing gradually became short of breath, Song Xueyan flinched, the soles of her feet feebly brushed up the bed, and fell back down again.The grasped wrist began to struggle, and he was easily subdued. He was not Yan Qi's opponent in the first place, and his limbs were even weaker at this time.

The hunter lingered at the entrance of the cave, waiting patiently. His rabbit begged for mercy, scratched and scratched with gentle claws, and would rather be lifted up than face the murderous weapons around.

Sure enough, the hunter happily lifted him out of the trap.

The soft and smooth rabbit fur was smoothed, and the rabbit struggled subconsciously, and the strength in the hunter's hand suddenly increased, pinching it to whimper and neigh, and the rabbit was punished by pulling out a few rabbit fur, leaving behind a fingerprint.

The hunter stroked the fur of the rabbit in a good mood, and when he returned to the residence, he washed the rabbit with slippery water, spread it out on the cutting board, pinched the limbs, and opened it outwards. Harmless tender red soft belly.

He picked up a small knife, his fingers were long and narrow, and slid up to make a thin opening. The rabbit neighed in pain, so he paused for a while, and then continued down, repeatedly deepening the wound.The rabbit was convulsed all over, and he pressed it against the cutting board with his palm, and changed to a wider and longer knife, about two fingers long, to make the bright red wound deeper and wider.

He turned the endangered rabbit over, but the repeated torment continued.

The soft and low voice was completely covered by Yan Qi's palm, only the muffled reverberation leaked out between his fingers.Song Xueyan's forehead rested on the pillow, her black hair trembling in confusion.

The cold wind from the air conditioner was still blowing, but he was wrapped in a turbulent and powerful heat/wave, his hair roots were sweating, and his hands holding the pillow became slippery.

A strong shadow covered him from behind, controlling him even more tightly. Yan Qi wanted to hear him cry, but he didn't allow him to cry too loudly, and coaxed him to say that the house was not soundproof, and that his underage pupil brother lived next door. .

Song Xueyan was about to go crazy, she opened her mouth to bite the hand covering his mouth, Yan Qi also obeyed, and deliberately opened her five fingers.Song Xueyan closed her eyes, her wet eyelashes wet the pillow, he didn't hold back the noise, body fluid slipped down the corner of her mouth, staining Yan Qi's fingers.

At the same time, Yan Qi pressed the other two fingers on his back, and wiped a wet trace along the spine. He let out a "wow" and condemned: "It's too much, you messed with my hand!" Dirty."

"Uh..." Song Xueyan clenched the two corners of the pillow and said in a hoarse voice, "Bastard!"

Yan Qi raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and then moved back while supporting his knees on the bed, he got out of the bed and lifted the thin quilt by the way.The faint moonlight hit Song Xueyan's body, he was like a tough willow bent over by the wind, endowed with a white color by the moonlight.

"you!"

Song Xueyan was startled, couldn't kneel anymore, turned over and picked up the thin quilt to cover herself, and scolded "bastard" for a long time.

The voice was hoarse and weak, with the charm of being tossed, soft and charming, wrapped in a trembling ending, "哗啦", hooked Yan Xi's heart open, tearing his internal organs numb and hot.

He asked condescendingly: "You sent it to your door yourself, and you still blame me for countering you?"

"I..." Song Xueyan's nose was wet, hugging the pillow was like hugging a shield, the aftertaste lingered for a long time, and the body hidden under the thin quilt was still trembling.He stared at the culprit, "You bullied me."

Yan Qi was amused by this slightly childish accusation, leaned over and said: "Song Xueyan, if I do you once, do you really not think of me as a man?"

"Then you do it again!" Song Xueyan became furious, "You're going to kill me!"

"That's not okay, what's wrong with this?" Yan Qi stretched out two fingers, seeming to show off and scolding, "This will make you cry like a flower, if I really continue to finish you off, you will be punished." Flood the whole bedroom?"

The moonlight outside seemed to want to see a good show, and it was about to shine on Yan Qi's hand, Song Xueyan hurriedly stretched out her hand to hug his finger, wiped it carelessly, and wiped off all the criminal evidence on it.

Yan Qi was amused by him, so Song Xueyan got up with her weak legs and feet, and rushed forward, beating and scratching at Yan Qi, and spattered for a long time angrily and ashamedly.

When he was completely exhausted, Yan Qi fished him into his arms, turned on the wall lamp with one hand, hugged Song Xueyan, and walked to the bathroom, "Okay, I'll wash you for nothing."

Only a loose ice silk pajamas was hanging on Song Xueyan's body, and his legs were slung on Yan Qi's side like white lotus root. He was about to enter the brightly lit bathroom, and he said in a muffled voice that he wanted to get down.

"Don't be shy." Yan Qi caressed his back, and when he walked past the mirror, he turned his head and glanced at him, fascinated by the delicacy of Bai Li Sheng Hong.

The glass door was pushed open, and hot water poured down, drenching the two of them all over. Song Xueyan lowered her eyes, her eyes were flustered and couldn't get to the bottom of it. Yan Qi lifted her jaw and heard him say: "You are so beautiful. .”

This sentence softened Song Xueyan's heart, he grabbed Yan Qi's broad and strong shoulders, his voice became weaker amidst the sound of water droplets hitting the floor, "I also... want to bully you."

Yan Qi's breath was stagnant, and then he grabbed him by the waist and hugged him, leaned against the wall behind him, approached and said, "Come on."

Song Xueyan thoroughly experienced the disparity in strength between the two tonight. He hooked Yan Qi's back, lifted the tails of his eyes, skillfully used those misty eyes, and said softly, "Put me down."

In one sentence, Yan Qi was beaten into a soft-legged shrimp.

With her feet on the ground, Song Xueyan held the shower switch with her hand, curled up slightly, and said hastily, "The water is too hot."

Yan Qi's eyes were like a falcon, he grabbed him fiercely, and said, "It's better to be hot."

The cold wind outside cannot blow in, the hot water mist inside cannot escape, the glass door is shrouded in a vast expanse of whiteness, and winter and summer are isolated from the inside and outside.

Song Xueyan hates summer the most, because the sun is so full that walking a short distance can make her forehead sweat.

If you walk for half a day, you may be able to sweat from your hair to the soles of your feet.Basking in the sun all the way, blowing the hot wind all the way, and when I got home, I took off my shirt and saw that there were sticky sweat marks all over my body.

He had to take a shower to be clean.

I don't know how long it took, the white mist slowly dissipated, and the bedroom fell into darkness again. This time, Yan Qi closed the curtains, and there was no weak light in the room.Song Xueyan leaned in his arms, her hands and legs were limp.

Yan Qi got cheap and acted like a good boy, saying: "Thanks for your hard work, good night, see you in the morning."

"It's gone." Song Xueyan said hoarsely, "I don't keep company with animals."

"Don't provoke the beasts, or you'll still look good." Yan Qi was too mean tonight, and approached with his arms around Song Xueyan, "Say good night, or I'll have to stab that rabbit a third time, or get something more powerful?"

Song Xueyan's palms still had the residual heat from the rapid rubbing. Hearing this, her scalp was numb, and she immediately said, "Good night!"

"Hmm... good night." Yan Qi touched the back of his head and closed his eyes contentedly.