mayfly era

Smoker sighed and covered his chest, he murmured, "One day I'll be so heartbroken..."

"You chose it yourself, accept it." Chen Li said.

"I thought I chose a handsome guy with a slim waist, long legs and a first-class figure." Smoker said.

Chen Li glared at him, "Why, isn't the product right?"

"It's too right, I can't change it," Yan Qiang smiled and stretched his arms around Chen Li's shoulders, "I'm not interested in taking a second look at any fairy standing in front of me now."

"Old Yan, I may be sick." Chen Li suddenly said such a sentence.

Yan Qiang raised his eyebrows, "If you have any hidden diseases, try to tell me before you get married."

"I feel very happy," Chen Li said in a flat tone, "I will feel very happy and happy when I cut the skin and burn the glands."

"It's not called being sick," Smoker sighed, "It's your gender that makes you suffer too much."

"I'm still excited about the danger, and I want to jump down when I see a tall building." Chen Li said again.

"Fuck, why do you have so many problems!" Smoker scolded with a smile.

"You didn't ask me to explain the hidden disease clearly."

"It's okay, I like you no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, hey, I have liked you for so long, didn't you feel it before?"

"felt it."

"Then you're going to hang me?" The smoker suddenly felt aggrieved.

"I'm giving you a chance to regret it."

"...You seem to be reasonable."

"Ah."

"Hey, when should I praise you?" Smoker rubbed Chen Li's fluffy black hair at the back of his head vigorously, and kissed him on the side of his cheek.

The voice was quite loud, but the lips just rubbed against the face lightly, from a little bit of itching, it quickly spread to Chen Yue's whole heart trembling and itching.

He put his arms on Smoker's shoulders, and suddenly pressed Smoker's neck and pushed sideways.

His movements were not heavy, but after all, it was a fragile place like the neck, and the pipe was caught off guard and hit the wall next to it.

The smoking gun turned back with some surprise, like a moth suddenly caught by a spider and caught in a web.

Chen Li raised his hand to flatten his shoulders, the close distance made the sounds of breathing merge with each other, his voice was deep, and his tone seemed to be interrogating, "Old Yan, why are you teasing me?"

"Isn't it okay?" Smoker's left eye was extraordinarily bright in the dim corridor bridge, and his tone was frivolous and dangerous.

"Of course not." Chen Li took a bite on the lips of the pipe, and then kissed him forcefully.

"I can't do it here." The pipe bluntly responded to his words and kisses.

There was a click of the kiss, and the two lips and tongues were bitten into a ball. Soon, the thin smell of blood turned into a ferocious hallucinogen in the mouth and nose, stretching the dopamine infinitely.

The scenery is beautiful and tit-for-tat, like two close beasts biting each other, with blood on the mouth, but it is gorgeous.

At the end of the bite, Chen Li raised his hand to cover his mouth, ending the sudden and intense intimacy like a shower, he sighed half satisfied and half regretful, "That's enough, if I continue to kiss, I will tear it apart." You are dressed."

"That's impossible," Smoky laughed. "My clothes are hard to buy."

Chen Li casually flicked the thick leather material on the bong's shoulders, "What's wrong with you that you have to dress like a person who has time-traveled."

"Well... I don't know, but looking at this city, advanced and advanced, I always feel very annoying."

Chen Li nodded, and responded briefly, "Understood, get out as soon as possible."

Smoker raised his hand and stroked his silver hair that was messed up by Chen Li, "Let's go, it's time to work."

His silver hair is very beautiful. Humans rarely grow such pure silver hair with metallic luster naturally, and most of them are dyed.

Chen Li quickly followed the flying silver mist clouds, his mood was stable and brisk at this moment.

The easiest way to enter the Chenming Experimental Base is to find Chen Yue, but finding Chen Yue is a hassle.

Shuliu was sent to other places recently, and Chen Li couldn't contact Chen Yue in real time, so it was obviously unreliable to wait for the butterfly to come spontaneously.

In the end, Chen Li had no choice but to leave a message on Chen Que's public message page, package it as a common opinion, and write the location information in it.

He flipped through Chen Que's public message page. This female general presides over the battlefield all the year round. She has won many battles and has a good reputation among the people. Almost all the negative/negative/comments are about her sister Chen Ming.The public message boards of other officials and generals are full of swear words and have to be cleaned regularly.

"Is your method reliable?" Smoker asked.

"Chen Yue handles all these trivial matters of hers, and with Chen Yue's personality, she should be able to notice."

"You know him well," said Smoker sourly.

"Hmm." Chen Li didn't deny it.

He hadn't seen Chen Chuchu for nearly ten years, but Chen Chuchu didn't seem to have changed. He was still the gentle, smart and resourceful young man, but a little more stable, and he became the family's mediation machine just right.

He thought that Chen Que would never have thought of turning Chen Yue into a machine, but Chen Yue consciously grew into a machine.

Be it Chenchu ​​or Wen Xingzhi, they all grew up in huge and prosperous families, fortunately or unfortunately.

Fortunately, they have good clothes and good food, and they don't know the suffering of famine; unfortunately, they have never lived their own lives.

"Old Yan, I know him, but I never know what he thinks," Chen Li said, "but I know what you think very well. You obviously don't care about these things, and you pretend to be jealous, just to make me I think you care about me."

"Am I right?" Chen Li turned to look at the bong.

Smoker scratched his silver hair and smiled helplessly, "I never knew you were so sensitive emotionally."

Chen Li thumped the pipe casually, and walked forward, the pipe caught up with him and hugged his shoulders, slightly lowered his head and leaned close to Chen Yue's ear, the weather was very cold, he rubbed his lips against the cold earballs, The voice was hoarse, blowing out the warmth in the body, "You don't like this?"

"You don't need to change for me." Chen Li said.

"From a philosophical point of view, I am not the same as I was a second ago."

"We don't talk from this point of view," Chen Li said, "You don't need to be careful with me, I'm not fragile, and I don't have that much thought, Old Yan, what I say to you is really given. You, even you, don't want me to take it back."

He paused and continued, "I've given you so many chances to regret it, but you haven't seized it, so don't regret it in your life."

"Okay," Smoker said with a smile, he pursed his lips, and then said, "I quite like your dominance."

"It's good if you can bear it." Chen Li said.

"Don't worry, I have a good appetite."

Chen Li put his hand into the open leather jacket of the bong, took out a cigarette, and held it in his mouth. The bong knew how to light it for him, and said with a smile, "Big brother smokes."

There were tiny snow particles blowing over, Chen Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the street ahead.

The slightly bitter e-liquid is suitable for snowy days, just as people like them are suitable for direct love and hate, even though they are all trained by danger to be good at guessing people's hearts.

Now the body has been stripped of the dominance of sex hormones, leaving only pure emotion, and the emotion has been bred through suffering, which is very stable and rare.

They don't need to guard this relationship carefully, everything will flow smoothly and naturally.

Smoky put her head on his shoulder, smiled softly and said, "I will cherish it."

"Yeah." Chen Yue lowered his head, and spit the cigarette butt into the cigarette jar he just picked up from the bong.

"Chen Li, look."

"Ok?"

Chen Li raised his head, and there was a commercial street in front of him. It happened to be six o'clock in the evening, and the windows facing the street were lit up one by one according to the program... The warm neon lights stretched into the distance, illuminating the dark street under the dark clouds.

He looked at it carefully for a while, then lowered his head and rubbed his sore eyes.

"The lights will always be on, and our world will always be better." Smoker said softly.