Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe threw off the quilt and ran under the bed. Hu Yuan startled him, leaned against the head of the bed, twisted his neck and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gou Xiaohe didn't bother to explain to him. In a hurry, a slipper was worn crookedly, and it was hooked on his foot. He didn't even have time to stop and put it on. The whole person just staggered and jumped like this Run to the side bridge.

He cared too much about the sincerity tree between him and Bianqiao.

The door of Bianqiao's room was ajar, and it opened as soon as it was pushed. Gou Xiaohe went straight to the small balcony after entering, yelling: "What's wrong with the tree?"

Nothing happened to the tree.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant, oily and green, except that it does not bloom as usual, it is good everywhere.

And the rumor-monger, Bian Qiao, was propped up on the window sill, with one arm stuck to his face, and he glanced at him expressionlessly from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm scared to death." Gou Xiaohe's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

He took the small kettle to water Xinchengshu, and then asked Bian Qiao: "Isn't this good?"

"I'm not good." Bianqiao said.

"What's wrong with you?" Gou Xiaohe saw that he was also a bit listless, and leaned over to touch his forehead, "Uncomfortable?"

Bianqiao's forehead was cool and his body temperature was normal.

But he didn't move, and let Gou Xiaohe press his forehead up, looking down at his slightly pursed mouth and pointed nose.

Gou Xiaohe backed away and looked at him, but he didn't hide it, with a bad expression of "it's just uncomfortable anyway".

"Bianqiao." Gou Xiaohe blinked and suddenly became smarter, "Do you not want to sleep alone?"

"You still know?" Bian Qiao raised his eyebrows, and asked in a very reasonable manner.

Gou Xiaohe couldn't help laughing immediately.

He likes the feeling that Bianqiao needs him, just like he likes to take care of him when he is sick.Bianqiao was too lonely when he was a child, and it was rare for him to show that he needed someone.

At this time, Bianqiao seemed very clingy, and Gou Xiaohe felt numb, thinking that he was very cute at the moment.

"I also want to sleep with you." He immediately expressed his heart to Bian Qiao, "But Hu Yuan rarely comes to play with me, so it's definitely not good to let him sleep by himself? I also want to talk to him."

He didn't add the last sentence, Bian Qiao felt quite comfortable.

After hearing the last sentence, his eyes drooped again, and he stopped looking at Gou Xiaohe.

"It would be great if the dog was here." Gou Xiaohe was still feeling there, rubbing Bianqiao's arm, "It can accompany you."

Bian Qiao took a deep breath, Gou Xiaohe was still talking about the dog, and suddenly heard him say: "I want to kiss."

"What?" Gou Xiaohe thought he heard it wrong, and the topic about the dog box came to an abrupt end.

When Bian Qiao said such words, his eyes were still very calm, staring straight at him.Gou Xiaohe immediately remembered the feeling of kissing Bianqiao that day, his face blushed, and his voice dropped several degrees: "Why do you suddenly think about this?"

Bianqiao pursed his lips and made an impatient expression: "How do I know. Maybe I just saw Hu Yuan and thought about it."

On Gou Xiaohe's forehead, several question marks floated visible to the naked eye.

"Why do you think Hu Yuan would think of kissing?" He stared at Bian Qiao, his tone was astonished, "What do you think he wants to do!"

Seeing his reaction, Bian Qiao suddenly wanted to laugh.

He didn't say a word, just gently pushed Gou Xiaohe's shoulder, pushed him on the window sill, and propped his arms on the countertop behind him.

"A kiss." He pressed against Gou Xiaohe's forehead and whispered.

Gou Xiaohe had a scene in his mind of the day he witnessed his uncle cheating on him.

He forgot where he read a saying: there are only zero and countless times of derailment.

The same should apply to kissing.

Bian Qiao's breathing made his face numb, and his rationality told him that he shouldn't let Bian Qiao do this.

But there was a small but persistent voice in the back of my mind, muttering softly and carefully: It's not that I haven't kissed before, I have kissed twice, is there any difference between one more time and one less time?

Besides, Bian Qiao was in a bad mood, so he wanted to kiss him, and it was not without reason.

And it's really nice to kiss.

Maybe it was because he kept his head sullen and silent, Bianqiao tilted his head, his breath got closer and hotter, and rubbed his face with the bridge of his nose provocatively.

Gou Xiaohe passed a string of electric current from the spine to the tailbone, and he groaned like a mosquito: "Then give me a kiss, don't kiss for so long."

These words came out of his mouth, and the back of his head was hot.

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive feeling of Bian Qiao standing in front of him suddenly approached, and he kissed him deeply.

Gou Xiaohe's waist instantly softened.

He closed his eyes tightly, let Bianqiao roll over his mouth, and counted the seconds for him with words in his heart.

When he counted to "10", he wanted to remind Bianqiao that it was okay, his back tightened, and suddenly he found that Bianqiao's hand on the window sill had moved to his back at some point, and he hugged him with some force. The shoulder blade covering his side was rubbed heavily.

The rubbing made his whole back tremble, straight to the bottom of his heart and belly.

"Bian..." He pushed Bian Qiao, wanting to say that he wanted to pee again.

Just as he uttered half a word, Bianqiao's tongue pushed open between his teeth, and the tip of his tongue licked and scraped his palate.

Gou Xiaohe's throat constricted suddenly, the pleasure felt by his tongue was too strong, and a large firework exploded in his head.

His knees softened and he pushed towards Bianqiao's chest.

Bianqiao didn't bully people too much, he stopped when Gou Xiaohe pushed him, but he didn't stop completely.

His breathing was obviously still fast and heavy, and he rubbed against Gou Xiaohe's mouth twice, he hugged Gou Xiaohe tightly and closed his eyes, then suddenly lowered his head and buried it in the socket of his neck, with the tip of his nose arched behind his ear, along the Licking all the way from the base of the ear to the base of the neck, he opened his mouth and took a hard bite.

"Gou Xiaohe?"

Hu Yuan's voice sounded through the door, and Gou Xiaohe's mind, which had already exploded, instantly gathered up and returned to his trembling body.

The two quickly separated, Bian Qiao pursed his lips lightly, stretched out his hand to help Gou Xiaohe tug at the collar, and blocked the red tooth marks on the base of his neck.

"Hey!" Gou Xiaohe's face was so red that he couldn't see it. He was afraid that Hu Yuan would barge in without thinking. He rubbed his neck with one hand and wiped his mouth with the other, and quickly answered with a trembling voice, "What are you doing?"

"Ah, it's okay." Hu Yuan thought that Bianqiao had called someone over to mess around again, but when he heard Gou Xiaohe's resounding promise, he scratched his head and went downstairs to pee.

He is fine, but Gou Xiaohe has a big problem in his heart now.

His mouth was still numb in circles, and he scratched his neck for a long time before he dared to look up at Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao seems to be in a good mood now, just like the last time after kissing Gou Xiaohe, he distanced himself from him and didn't look at his face again, as if nothing happened, what should he do.

"Why are you sticking out your tongue?" After wiping his neck and pulling his clothes, Gou Xiaohe didn't know what to do with his hands, so he choked out a sentence at Bianqiao for a long time.

"Didn't you stretch it first?" Hearing his question, Bian Qiao still looked puzzled.

"When did I!" Gou Xiaohe almost jumped up, fearing that Hu Yuan would hear, he quickly lowered his voice again, "When did I stretch out!"

"You didn't open your mouth?" Bian Qiao said, "If you didn't open your mouth, how could you touch my tongue?"

"I just wanted to talk!" Gou Xiaohe was so ashamed that he couldn't remember the situation at that time, so he tried to explain, "I didn't mean it!"

"Oh, it's all right." Bianqiao raised the corner of his mouth greatly, "I don't think you're dirty."

He bent his legs and leaned on the bed, picked up the phone with one hand, and pulled the quilt around his waist with the other hand.

"Go and accompany your good friend." He looked lazily at Gou Xiaohe, and raised his chin towards the door.

The author has something to say:

Bridge, you are shameless