Demolition of the bridge across the river

There is a habit in Bianqiao's personality that can't be said to be good or bad.

Unless it is a very difficult situation to control, the more emotions he has in his heart, the more subconsciously flat his reaction will be.

After hearing Gou Xiaohe's question, he stared at Gou Xiaohe for at least half a minute before the smile couldn't hold back from the corner of his mouth to his eyes.

Gou Xiaohe was lying in front of the door playing sock ball by himself. Hearing their sudden silence, he tilted his neck and looked at them.

"Don't look at it!" Gou Xiaohe was embarrassed by Bianqiao's look, and turned his head to show his prestige at the dog.

"Oh." There was a bit of banter in Bian Qiao's tone, pulling his eyes back, "Want to kiss?"

Gou Xiaohe blushed, and bluffed back and asked him: "Don't you want to?"

I don't know who it was before, so I pushed him against the wall as soon as I said try.

Why is there no reaction at all today?

Bianqiao didn't answer, raised his arms and threw a pestle on the table, tilted his head to support his face, and continued to look at him with interest, as if he thought it was fun.

"Don't you like kissing?" He asked Gou Xiaohe.

"It's not that I don't like it." Gou Xiaohe was very honest, and moved a little closer to Bianqiao, leaning his thighs on the edge of the chair, and touched Bianqiao's arm, "I was not embarrassed before."

"So you like to kiss," Bian Qiao didn't answer the second half of his sentence at all, and kept on asking whether he liked it or not, "I like to kiss you."

According to Gou Xiaohe's usual awkwardness, he couldn't answer this question at all, and it was too late.

When Bian Qiao asked him in such a firm tone today, he was a little embarrassed at first, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and find something else to change the subject.

Just as he wanted to move his heels, he thought about it, why should he be embarrassed?

He and Bian Qiao have already started a formal relationship.

When you fall in love, you have to kiss. Who cares who takes the initiative?

Bian Qiao looked at Gou Xiaohe's face, watching him change his expression uncontrollably in just a few seconds, and finally made up his mind, raised his hand to hold the back of the chair, and brought his face closer to him little by little.

He was so determined, his expression was as if he was going to do something big.

When their mouths almost met, Bianqiao couldn't hold it back anymore, he avoided his face and started laughing sullenly.

"What are you doing!" Gou Xiaohe felt that the scene was so familiar, and immediately backed away with his lips pursed.

He didn't pout his mouth like a dick today!

Before he could retreat successfully, a hand dropped from the back of his neck, and Bian Qiao pushed his head back.

When the phone rang, Gou Xiaohe was sitting face to face with Bian Qiao holding him on his lap. He was flushed from the root of his ears to his collarbone, and his upper body was groped all over.

Bianqiao heard the ringtone first, and raised his eyes to wait for Gou Xiaohe's reaction—the day he tried to fall in love, Gou Xiaohe was covered by the quilt by him, and he hid when he heard the call as if he heard the charge I can't even pull it.

Today I really didn't hide anymore, I felt that Bianqiao was not kissing anymore, and my eyes were still a little unsatisfied, and then I realized that my mobile phone was ringing.

"It should be my aunt." He turned his head and bowed to the table, reaching for his phone.

When I saw the caller, sure enough.

He was so bored with Bian Qiao that he forgot the time, he came here in the evening, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

"Xiaohe? Did you go to Bianqiao?" the aunt asked as soon as the call was connected.

Gou Xiaohe didn't feel embarrassed about Bianqiao anymore, but he started to feel guilty when asked by his aunt.

He humbly agreed, and my aunt immediately said: "I knew it. I was afraid that you would be bored at home, so I postponed a meal and rushed back to take you to dinner. When I got home, there was no one."

When Gou Xiaohe heard what she said, his guilty conscience immediately turned into guilt.

"I'm sorry, Auntie. I wanted to talk to Bian Qiao before going back. I forgot the time."

He switched his hand to answer the phone, touched Bianqiao's face with the other hand, and hugged Bianqiao's neck a little closer, still reluctant to leave.

"I'm going to..."

"Come on." My aunt interrupted him with a smile, "I know you two are inseparable, I'm fine here, you can play."

"Ah?" Gou Xiaohe hesitated, "Then you are alone... um!"

"What's wrong?" Auntie was startled by his sudden gasp.

"No, no." Bianqiao was pinching his female head, Gou Xiaohe hunched over and buried his forehead in the socket of Bianqiao's shoulder, blushing so hard that he was going to burst.

"I knocked my thumb..." He lied to his aunt in a low voice.

"Oh, that's all right, the matter between me and your uncle won't affect you two." The aunt didn't bother to take care of the two children, and she had also developed her self-regulation ability, "Stay at home."

The aunt hung up the phone while she was talking, and before Gou Xiaohe had time to say goodbye, she threw the phone on the table and bit Bian Qiao's face while holding his chin.

"Aren't you leaving?" Bian Qiao hissed softly after being bitten, and slapped him on the back of the waist, and the fingertips of the other hand also added a little strength, "Like a dog."

"It hurts." Gou Xiaohe gripped his neck, his heart felt numb and shrank, and the tiger's mouth stopped on Bianqiao's wrist.

Hearing his breathing more and more heavily, Bian Qiao raised his eyelids, and pushed Gou Xiaohe's shoulders back even more vigorously, making him straighten his back like correcting a child's sitting posture.

"Why do you like this so much?" Gou Xiaohe shuddered, his thin chest heaved for a while, wanted to shrink up, and couldn't help but want to push forward, blushing and hugged Bianqiao tightly.

"Ask me?" Bian Qiao smiled and put his knees against him.

Gou Xiaohe stopped talking, his breath trembled, his arms wrapped around Bianqiao's neck more and more tightly, and then moved closer to Bianqiao's ears.

"Will I be mouthed to Deno?" He asked on a whim.

Bian Qiao's jaw closed, and Gou Xiaohe let out a painful cry.

Before he reached out to rub it, Bian Qiao grabbed the hair on the back of his head violently, pressed him against the edge of the table, and kissed him deeply again.

From the bottom of my heart, after I want to fall in love with someone, any intimate contact is so addictive.

Gou Xiaohe and Bian Qiao were stuck on the chair for at least an hour and a half. When Bian Qiao hugged him off his lap, he still clung to his arms and legs, not wanting to move.

"Go out and eat something." Bian Qiao flicked his head, went to the cloakroom and pulled a T-shirt on.

"Huh?" Gou Xiaohe forgot that he hadn't had dinner yet.

No, except for ordering a takeaway before going to bed in the morning, he didn't eat seriously all day.

"Are you hungry?" He followed Bianqiao and hugged him on the waist again, like a child taking revenge, groping Bianqiao's chest with both hands.

Bian Qiao pulled off the hem of the T-shirt, turned around and leaned on the hanger, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Not enough kisses?" He put his arms around Gou Xiaohe's waist, pinching his spine inch by inch from bottom to top.

This posture was just right, Gou Xiaohe was lazy, and put all his upper body strength into Bianqiao's arms, just lingering and not wanting to move.

"I'm not very hungry." He lifted his chin up and kissed Bianqiao's Adam's apple meaningfully.

"I'm hungry. Stand still." Bianqiao looked like a straight man at the moment, mercilessly grabbed Gou Xiaohe, like training a dog, "Let's go."

"Wait a minute." Gou Xiaohe jumped up and down in embarrassment, he hadn't completely subsided yet.

Thinking of "eliminating it", he suddenly realized a problem.

——Bian Qiao kissed and bit him for a long time just now, but he didn't touch him at all.

No wonder he always felt that there was something missing today!

"You haven't put on your trousers yet." He stared at Bianqiao's waist and walked out of the cloakroom, muttering to poke his flesh, and even pulled up Bianqiao's trouser waist and flicked it.

"Why don't you take a trumpet and shout in the street." Bian Qiao kept his waist straight, and grabbed Gou Xiaohe's troublesome hand with his backhand, with a helpless expression on his face, "Don't touch it indiscriminately."

Gou Xiaohe was really curious, Bian Qiao wanted to swallow him alive a few days ago, why is he so disciplined today?

But even if his face has become thicker today, this question still breaks through the bottom line of his current face.

How do you say it, why don't you want to fuck me today?

Is this what the sunny male college students should say?

After walking around behind Bianqiao for a long time, he was about to go out, but he still couldn't help asking, "Aren't you holding back?"

Just as Bian Qiao opened a crack in the door, when he heard Gou Xiaohe's question, he slightly raised his eyebrows, and pulled the door back again.

"Gou Xiaohe, I found something."

He turned around and pressed Gou Xiaohe against the cabinet in the entrance, propped his arms towards the edge of the table, wrapped Gou Xiaohe in his arms, and tilted his head to look at him with a half-smile.

"What?" Gou Xiaohe's heart skipped a beat.

Every time Bianqiao approached so suddenly, it reminded him of the night after the college entrance examination, and his stomach tightened suddenly.

"I found you really interesting." Bian Qiao kissed him between the eyebrows, kissed Gou Xiaohe all the way down the bridge of the nose, and bit Gou Xiaohe's lips, "When you don't want to, no matter how much you coax him, you won't get it. .”

He said these words almost out of breath, and his voice sank carelessly with the rhythm of the kiss.

Gou Xiaohe was embarrassed by what he said, and just about to refute, his mind suddenly turned a corner, covered Bianqiao's mouth and pushed him up, staring at him and asking: "Who do I compare to?" pervert?"

Bianqiao didn't connect to his brain circuit, and frowned suspiciously.

"Are you still living like this with others?" Gou Xiaohe imagined the scene of Bian Qiao kissing others, and his heart suddenly felt sour.

Bian Qiao stared at him with a sullen face for a few seconds, and didn't want to answer.

"Like an idiot." He bit Gou Xiaohe's palm, and directly pulled him to put on his shoes and open the door.

When the door panel was opened, both of them were startled at the same time.

My uncle was standing at the door of the house, about to press his thumb on the doorknob to unlock it with his fingerprint.

"Scared me." The door was suddenly opened, and my uncle was also taken aback. He withdrew his hand and said first, "Go out to play?"

He and his aunt have one thing in common, that is, they have very strong adjustment skills.

Last night, they were so quarreled that their faces were red and their necks were thick. After one night, the couple seemed to be okay.

"Ah, Uncle." Gou Xiaohe didn't realize it until he said hello, and he was still holding Bianqiao's hand.

My uncle knew that the two of them had a good relationship, and they used to chatter all the time at home.

He was still hesitating whether it would be more abrupt to let go of his hand suddenly at this moment, but his uncle's eyes had already slipped down and landed on their necks.