Demolition of the bridge across the river

Throughout the afternoon, Gou Xiaohe's bitten finger seemed to have a memory, and the slight pain and itching never subsided.

Not just fingers, every intentional or inadvertent small movement of Bianqiao, such as pinching the earlobe and flicking the face, can leave a long-lasting tactile sensation on Gou Xiaohe's skin.

On the first day of trying to fall in love, the number of times Bian Qiao took the initiative to touch him simply exceeded the sum of their acquaintance in the past ten years.

Gou Xiaohe was tickled by his various little actions. He felt that people were really wonderful. Before that, he wanted to touch the bridge from time to time, regardless of the occasion or whether there were people around him.

Now Bianqiao is more proactive, but he has become the one who has more scruples. Every time Bianqiao touches him, he feels itchy and wants to touch him back or hug him, but he is always afraid of touching him outside. It's not good to be seen by others.

After eating, they went shopping around the mall again, bought some food and drink, and returned to the hotel. As soon as they got into the elevator, Gou Xiaohe couldn't help but hang himself on the back of the bridge.

"Aren't you afraid now?" Bian Qiao didn't chase him away, but even gave him a backhand, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"How do you know?" Gou Xiaohe put his chin in the hollow of his shoulder, and pressed his cheek against Bianqiao.

"Everything you think is written on your face, it's hard for me not to know." Bian Qiao said.

"Really?" Gou Xiaohe pinched his chin, "Then what do you see written on my face now?"

This shape made their faces very close, and the tips of their noses seemed to rub against each other. Bianqiao's gaze dropped slightly, and was fixed on his mouth.

Gou Xiaohe's throat shrank when he saw him, before he could speak again, Bianqiao held him by the heel of his leg and twisted him forward, pressed him against the elevator car and kissed him.

This was unexpected and exciting, no matter how closed the elevator was, it was not indoors, Gou Xiaohe felt that the hair follicles on his scalp had exploded, and immediately tightened Bianqiao's sleeves with his fingers.

The elevator stopped with a "ding", and the sound of talking came from outside the slowly opened door. He was so anxious that he struggled to free his legs, and was bitten by Bian Qiao again before he let it go.

When rubbing shoulders with people outside, he pursed his lips so hard that he didn't dare to lift his head.

"Those people probably didn't see us kissing just now, did they?" After walking ten meters away, he still looked back and bit his ear with Bian Qiao.

"They didn't see it. It might not be the person sitting behind the surveillance." With a relaxed expression, Bian Qiao swiped the door of his room and glanced at him.

When Gou Xiaohe heard the word "monitoring", his heart tensed up, he couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth and laughed for no reason, and threw himself on Bianqiao's back again, letting him carry him in.

As long as he went to a crowded place, the first thing Bianqiao would do when he came back was to take a shower.

Gou Xiaohe didn't fight with him, and slumped on the bed, turned on the TV and pressed the phone.

As soon as the National Day was off, their small group became active again, chatting intermittently all afternoon, asking each other what plans they had for October [-].

Jiang Chao didn't show up much in the afternoon, and Gou Xiaohe and the others were chatting at the moment, when he suddenly posted two photos of green plants, and quickly retracted them.

Ren Pengfei: What did you post, so I withdrew it

Jiang Chao: Wrong post

Cui Yang: Don’t change the topic, will you reply or not, and I won’t reply if you don’t

Ren Pengfei: I'd better buy a ticket

Ren Pengfei: Take it, my mother misses her son, so she scolds me

Jiang Chao: 6

Cui Yang: Where are you two @剑桥@狗小河

Gou Xiaohe: We will return the day after tomorrow

Cui Yang: Then I will wait for two days

Gou Xiaohe was talking to them, and his mind had long been taken away by the green plants that Jiang Chao sent just now.

"I don't know what's wrong with Xinchengshu," Bian Qiao said as soon as he came out, "I'm afraid that my aunt won't remember to water it, and she will be raised to death."

"Okay." Bian Qiao said casually, wiping his hair, "Auntie will take care of them both."

Gou Xiaohe sat up and looked at Bianqiao, nodded: "Yes."

Bian Qiao was only wearing a pair of big shorts, nothing on his upper body, and there were still drops of water.

He seems to be in better shape than before the start of school. I don't know if it has something to do with the military training.

Gou Xiaohe looked down at himself, pinching the soft flesh on his arm.

Bian Qiao saw all these small movements of his, raised his hand and put the towel on Gou Xiaohe's head, then took his face and bit him: "Go take a bath."

Gou Xiaohe took a long bath this time, rubbing his hair and feeling his heart jump.

He always felt that Bianqiao would not be too safe tonight, and something would happen if it was too high or low.

This is how to do?

When he was nervous, he wanted to talk to someone, and suddenly regretted not bringing his mobile phone into the bathroom.

Think about the pictures and processes in those videos, he washed his ass, leaned on the tiles and tried to poke in.

As soon as half of his knuckles were poked in, he was immediately shocked by the strange feeling. He quickly washed his hands and squatted under the shower to calm down his shame for a long time.

Why is this stuffed!

Gou Xiaohe was so worried.

Bian Qiao is such a clean person, it's really strange how he thinks they want to do this kind of thing.

It's also possible that the side bridge is the bottom one?

Changing his position and imagining it, he felt even more uncomfortable.

It's so weird, it's all weird.

After taking a shower for 10 minutes, his hair was almost dry naturally before Gou Xiaohe finally came out of the bathroom.

Before opening the door, he carefully rubbed his hands twice, and put them under his nose to smell for a long time, for fear that there would be any strange smell left.

When people are nervous, their minds tend to wander.

Gou Xiaohe was afraid that Bianqiao would ask him what he was lounging about in there, but when he looked around, Bianqiao was leaning against the head of the bed with a quilt on his waist, the TV in the room was on, and some video was playing on his mobile phone, with a low voice Yes, meeting Gou Xiaohe's eyes, he raised his hand to beckon.

"What are you looking at?" Gou Xiaohe saw that the atmosphere was healthy, and threw a blow on him confidently while wearing a bath towel.

Bian Qiao embraced him with one hand, and poked his way in through the gap between his neck and the towel, and turned the screen of his phone with the other hand, and two figures who were fighting came straight into Gou Xiaohe's eyes.

The visual impact came too suddenly and too directly, Gou Xiaohe first heard a "buzz" in his head, followed by a soft moan coming from the phone.

Urgent and dense.

Just like their movements.

"Why did you watch this without turning off the light..." His face burned, and his back, which was gently rubbed by Bian Qiao, suddenly began to tighten, and he buried his face and muttered.

"Does it look good?" Bianqiao bent forward slightly, and sucked on his ear.

Embarrassed, Gou Xiaohe wanted to watch it again, glanced at it intermittently, and his breathing gradually deepened with the rhythm in the video.

When he came back to his senses, Bian Qiao's hand had already rubbed his back to the waist of his trousers, stretched two knuckles inward, grabbed his butt and twisted it.

Gou Xiaohe was so terrified that he arched up and wanted to roll off the bed.

Before his feet hit the ground, Bianqiao grabbed his waist and fished him back, smiling and pulling him back into his arms.

"Run?" He sucked Gou Xiaohe's neck, pulled off the quilt and wrapped it around his head and face.

Gou Xiaohe guessed that Bianqiao would definitely do something sexual at night, but he never thought it would be so straightforward.

Stimulation and nervousness rushed to my heart at the same time, the wide and thick quilt blocked the light outside, the breath in my breath was sticky and ambiguous, there was no extra space at all, it was all sprayed on each other's cheeks and necks.

There seemed to be dozens of hands on his body, none of which was not rubbed.

"Baby, baby!" Gou Xiaohe huddled around in the quilt, and hummed with a trembling voice, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Bian Qiao's voice was low and rough under the quilt.

"Can we stop first, no! Don't pinch my girl's head!"

"How do you get up after picking it?"

"I don't know...um!"

Gou Xiaohe flung out one arm from the quilt, grabbed the bed sheet and was about to crawl out when Bian Qiao's palm fell on the back of his hand, his fingers intertwined and clasped tightly, dragging him back little by little.

"Wait a minute, I want to pee!"

He was stuffed under the quilt and just wanted to protest, but Bianqiao's kiss fell from behind again and gagged his mouth.

The outside of the quilt was ups and downs endlessly, and Gou Xiaohe inside the quilt was really a little scared.

He was so nervous that his belly button seemed to be valved down, and when Bian Qiao's hand moved down, his calves were so tense that he was about to turn his muscles.

Looking back on the feeling that he was out of control that night and could only be controlled and tossed, he still feels flustered in retrospect.

A good bed was rolled into a mess, and the remote control of the TV was also rolled into the quilt, and someone was holding it down. The volume suddenly increased, and Gou Xiaohe's humming went up.

He reacted greatly, but in fact Bianqiao didn't touch him very much, after all, the space was limited, and the video on Bianqiao's phone next to his ear was intense like a fight, and the two of them really looked like a fight.

When the voice call suddenly rang, Gou Xiaohe pulled the quilt away and went out as if he had met a savior.

"I'll answer the phone! Answer the call..." Following the sound, he took out the phone from the crack in the bed, saw that it was Hu Yuan's phone, grabbed the waist of his trousers and ran under the bed.

"Hello? Yuan'er!"

"Ouch," Hu Yuan was almost taken aback by his angry shout, and held his phone a little farther away, "What's the matter, you, you're so excited, you miss me?"

No matter who is calling at this moment, Gou Xiaohe can shout the news.

He was actually reacted by Bianqiao. He couldn't hold his pants up right now, so he simply ran to the bathroom and squatted to answer the phone.

"What's the matter? Calling late at night?" He adjusted his breath, afraid that Hu Yuan would hear something.

"It's nothing, I sent you a message and I haven't replied... The main thing I want to ask you is how to arrange for the National Day?" Hu Yuan was crying and howling, as if playing cards in the dormitory, "I won't go home, and you won't come back , shall I play with you?"

Gou Xiaohe certainly welcomes him if he wants to stay here, or if he and Bian Qiao stay here longer.

But no matter how out of his mind he is now, he still knows it's not a good time to let Hu Yuan play.

"No, I'll be back the day after tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about it." He planned with Hu Yuan, "When we get home, there are still four days left for the holiday."

"That's fine." Hu Yuan wanted to ask for a letter, "It's okay. These grandchildren are still addicted to cooking, so I'm going to play cards."

After hanging up the phone and looking at the unread messages on the phone, there were actually two links that Ge Nanjing shared with him.

One is "Revealing the Three Major Sexual Behaviors of Gay Men", and the other is "Same-Sex Sexual Behaviors, Five Safety Measures You Must Do".

Gou Xiaohe replied two question marks to him, but he couldn't hold back and clicked in to have a look.

Just now he felt like he was holding back his urine on the bed, and when he stood in front of the toilet and dawdled for a while, and went out of the bathroom, Bianqiao was no longer on the bed.

The entertainment program was still playing loudly on the TV. He pushed open the window of the small balcony in the room, and was leaning on the window sill to flick his mobile phone with his eyes downcast, biting an unlit cigarette, and the corners of his mouth were gently drawn into a line.

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