Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

When he went out of the toilet, it was probably to show that he was not so easy to coax, but He Shi's expression was still not so bright.

Well, how can I reassure him?

I hope he will stop thinking about it, he should guess my "marriage partner" on himself, and stop mistaking it for others.

However, whether he is easy to coax or difficult to coax, I am willing to coax him.

When we went back, Xiao Yang was looking at the bag for both of us. He was holding it in his hand, but He Shi snatched it away, and even gouged out his eyes.

Xiao Yang looked confused, and so did I.

The two of them had reconciled before, so why are they so tense now.

Since I was boarding the plane immediately, I didn't have time to be the big brother, and left in a hurry after saying goodbye to the mushrooms.

The profession of artist, whether it is the [-]th line or the first line, the frequency of flying will not be low. If things go on like this, there will also be a special relationship with the seat of the plane, that is... as soon as you touch the back of the seat, you want to sleep.

The airplane is already a sleeping environment I am very familiar with, but why not.So I told little Yang Qian that it was the first time for He Shi to fly on a plane, so he had to watch carefully.

Xiao Yang responded to my requests one by one, but He Shi didn't respond, as if he suddenly started a cold war with Xiao Yang.

I was very puzzled, I always felt that He Shi had a serious misunderstanding of Xiao Yang after a few minutes of swimming in the toilet.

I put on the blindfold and sank into the seat, and soon fell asleep. In recent days, especially in Jincun, I have always slept restlessly, and dreamed of those two men in ancient costumes every night.

At first, it was just a blurred afterimage, but gradually, I could vaguely distinguish their whole bodies, and I could feel their talking, but I couldn't hear them.

After a few days, I felt that something was wrong. After the Yuancheng Chapter "Looking for Tracks" was recorded, I must ask the master to show it to me.

It was the same today, after falling into the dream, the two dead men stood in front of a red plum tree, flirting with each other carelessly.

How should I put it, I'm almost used to watching them fall in love in dreams every day.At first I thought they were brothers, but I didn't realize they were fucking gay until I became gay.

Fortunately, there are no X-rated scenes, otherwise it would be too embarrassing if my body reacts when I sleep with He Shi.

I have no trust period, and my mind is clear every day. If I fuck He Shi one morning, I can donate my life to those in need.

After thinking so much, the two dead men in the dream were still flirting with each other, the taller one took the shorter one into his cloak, and started to gnaw on his neck while talking, tsk tsk tsk, how indecent , it is obviously an outdoor plum tree, and it is not afraid of being seen by passers-by.

If this is reality, I still have the right to close my eyes and turn my head, but it is in my dream.

I can only watch the two of them nibbling back and forth, they are dogs, they have no ornamental value at all.

I don't know which perspective I am, anyway, I just watch, watch, rely on!

Why did the short one start trembling?Why are you, the tall one, looking up and panting?The breath of the two of them was bubbling in the cold air, the short one shivered suddenly, and fell directly on the tall one.

The tall man hugged him and sat down under the plum tree, letting him sit face to face in his arms. The short man's gray calf slipped out of the cloak, and there was a burn on the inside.

Then, why the fuck is the gray calf?How did you start the vertical movement?Where are your pants? Shorty, where are your pants?This is winter!No matter how hot you two are, you don't have to be outside to just be... eh?

Implicit is really my biggest misunderstanding of the ancients.

Although I was dreaming, I clearly knew that I was on the plane, and if I raised the flag right now, it would be more embarrassing than raising the flag in He Shi.

These two shameless broken sleeves stop quickly for me, or let me wake up quickly!

I tried to practice the magic skill of closing my eyes in a dream, but before I started, I suddenly found a protruding extra organ on the back of the tall man's neck. He slowly turned his face. I saw his face clearly for the first time, but I was shocked. One jump, this...

This is clearly He Shi's face.

Then what did I dream about? Could it be that I was also affected by the shock of time and space, and the memory of He Shi penetrated into my head?

I thought of the burn on that calf again. He Shi said that his friend had been burned, and the friend who could move vertically with negative distance... was that Zhiyi? !

Mr. Zhou Gong, you are not hurting, just let me have sex on the plane, but the dream turned out to be the crush and his ex?

I'm afraid I won't be able to survive, right?

My heart was stuffy, I had never been so blocked, and I even felt my nose was a little sore.

Immediately afterwards, "Zhi Yi" who was sitting in He Shi's arms also turned his face, and I was even more shocked. The short man was holding it up, and it was exactly my own face!

It turns out that after running away half my life, the protagonist of the spring dream is actually myself?

That's amazing, what kind of God's perspective is arranged for me here, I want the first perspective, I want to inspect the goods!

Really, I thought that I was lucky enough to have a little bit of time travel, but it turned out to be my own dream, and I also set myself as an ancient person.

Why did the birthmark on my calf turn into a burn, though?

He Shi said that a red birthmark would be left in this life after being burned in the previous life. Could it be...that was my previous life?

Ah bah bah bah, I think about it day by day and dream about it at night, probably because I have mentioned too much in advance of this life in the past two days, and I actually imagined the resident NPC in my dream as the face of myself and He Shi. In the new era of socialism, I What kind of feudal superstitions are you doing? Let's ask the master for help after the program is finished.

I finally woke up from the dream, probably because the content turned too unexpectedly, my lower body was very quiet.

The first time he turned his head to look at He Shi, he was also asleep, and his complexion was not very good, probably because he was not used to the plane.

His hand rested on the armrest, his fingers were long and slender, and the sides of his fingers were thick calluses from years of martial arts practice. When I squeezed them, even the pads of his fingers were hard. It must feel good to use.

Cough cough, I mean... This kind of finger shooting martial arts scene should look and feel pretty good, real, right, real.

I sneaked my hand between his hand and the armrest, and found that the bases of his palms and fingers were also covered with thick calluses, no wonder every time he held my hand, even though he was relatively rough and fleshy Compared with the thick back of the hand, there is a slight pain from being rubbed.

The contrast of some people will make you shattered, but the contrast of some people will only make you more fascinated.

That's right, I'm talking about He Shi, whether it's Xi Shi in the eye of the beholder, or the bastard mung bean, I will recognize it.

I said he is a princess, it is true, but he is a general, it is also true.It is clear that he can hold a grown man with one hand, he is clearly a general of a country who has made great achievements at a young age, but he can be soft, presumptuous, and wronged towards me.

Perhaps it is just because he is only familiar with me in modern society, but one day, after he is familiar with thousands of people, he will only show his belly to me.

I feel that the pain of unrequited love brought me back to adolescence. I always do some childish behaviors, hold hands secretly, give silently, and I don’t know how many times my old face has learned to turn red.

It seems that bitter gourd is really good for the body, pass it on, and eat bitter gourd to rejuvenate your youth.

The plane is approaching, and my girlish thoughts can be put back. I take millimeters as the unit, reluctantly, remove my hand from He Shi's hand, but I am suddenly grabbed?

Ah, this...it seems to be revealing, so what should I say?

He Shi, this posture of your hand is not right for flying, may I help you adjust it?so funny.

I stiffened my neck and looked in the direction of his face, terrified by the imminent embarrassment. When I raised my eyes, I found that his eyes were still closed.

And it's tightly closed.

Almost the whole face was wrinkled into a ball, and the complexion was quite different from before. The originally slightly pale cheeks had a slight blush from the inside.

This situation is not right, I don't care about other things, I leaned closer to the back of his neck, the faint fragrance confirmed my judgment.

After he came out of the house, he didn't put plaster on the back of his neck. If he didn't get to the airport quickly, even if no one doubted that he was Qianyuan Kunze, there would definitely be people talking about Xiangfei's reincarnation. In short, it would not be a good thing.

I called him twice, but he didn't answer, so I pulled his hand violently, and he moved his eyelids.

Why is there a sudden trust period? It's only been a month. Could it be that Qianyuan's body structure can't bear the pressure difference between the inside and outside of flying?

No, in the modern abo literature, the plane sits very smoothly, so how could it be that it really came from thousands of years ago? At that time, the Qianyuan...probably hadn't evolved the ability to adapt to modern transportation?

No matter, if you don't get to the airport, you can only swim in the toilet cubicle again.

Fortunately, He Shi gradually woke up, I took off my coat and wrapped it around his neck, physical isolation, a little bit of effect.

He was very upbeat, and did not let others notice until he got off the plane. I was afraid that he would not be able to make it to the hotel booked by the program group, so I asked Xiao Yang to go first with the luggage and take He Shi to the nearest hotel.

I put my black peaked cap on He Shi's head, and took him out with a mess of hair on my head. There are some mushrooms waiting for me at the airport as usual. I explained to them that Xiao He is not feeling well, and I may have to go faster today. At that point, they were obedient and stopped following, and quickly made way for them.

I muttered thank you and hurried on my feet.

He Shi's letter period didn't have any extreme reactions. Judging from the first time up to now, at most it was a bit difficult to deal with at the beginning, but this is just for me.

For him, the first two times may have been just simple fever and irritability, but this time it seemed more serious than usual, and his steps were a little vain.

After getting in the taxi, the aroma accumulated in the small space, so I had no choice but to open the window.

The end of September in Yuancheng has already entered autumn, and it is a cold autumn. The heat emitted by He Shi is enough for the two of us to balance. It's just that the driver is poor, and the taxi is turned into an open three-wheeler.

A gust of cool wind passed through the carriage, and the driver almost trembled, "Young man...he has great firepower."

I tried my best to explain to the master, "Hai, I will take you through the addiction of a convertible sports car."

The master hahad twice without emotion, "Thank you."

The master probably didn't want the cold icy air to slap his face indiscriminately. The car drove up to the sky, which was my wish. Before getting out of the car, he specially asked me to close the windows for him.

Sometimes the coincidences in the world are wonderful. The driver was not only kind enough to allow us to open the window in the cold weather, but also very understanding, and sent us to the place. It is impossible to describe in words...love, couple, hotel?

It's not that I wronged the master, and it's not that I have never been to Yuancheng. I also stayed in the nearest hotel to the airport. The current destination is definitely due to the driver's exquisite heart.

The matter is urgent and I don't care so much, as long as He Shi recovers, don't think that I want to take advantage of others' danger.

I grabbed his wrist and walked in. The red and black tiles brought a lot of visual impact. Fortunately, the front desk staff was very professional, and even the regular routines were spoken in the voice of the broadcaster.

Perhaps, the combination of the two words "fixed speech" and "broadcasting tone" does not violate harmony, but the focus lies on the content of the speech.

A person solemnly assures you that their oil and T are all new models, props are vacuum-sealed and packaged, and when the cost of the role-playing suit is paid separately, read it in the broadcasting voice, it really seems that they are both professional and unprofessional sense of confusion.

I asked for the "regular double room" with the most normal name in their hotel, took the room card and ran towards the elevator quickly. Fortunately, it was only after midnight at this time, which was not a suitable time for mating, and there was no one in the elevator room.

He Shi obviously judged the situation accurately.

He collapsed, resting his chin on my shoulder, "I'll be fine in a while."

There was a breath in his voice that could burn people, "It will be fine in an hour, really."

Even if I explained it to him 180 times, I really don't think he is a burden. When he needs my help, he will carefully reduce his needs, for fear that I will say the words to send him back.

I don't know why he is so disturbed, but I just want to send him back. Do I have that function?

I have already decided that if Master Yuancheng has that function, he can be put back into the painting, so I tore the painting up in front of him, even if I wanted to, I couldn't go back.

I'm sorry Grandpa, although I love you very much, just treat it as your relic and give me a marriage. I can't keep this painting, and I will go to you to make amends when I am buried.

I sighed, and patted He Shi's head, "It's okay, you don't have to control Xinxiang when you get to the room, Brother Meng has time, don't worry."

My ideal is very beautiful. Let He Shi relax when I get to the room, and I will sleep with him for a while. When he is not out of control, as long as I pay attention not to leave him for too long, it should be fine.

Compared with the susceptible period in the yellow briefcase, the symptoms of He Shi's letter period are much milder. Even if it is so severe that he loses consciousness, he can return to normal with a casual bite.

But I didn't expect that things would go wrong from the first step.

I swiped my card to open the door, pushed the handle to see what was inside, almost thought I had entered the wrong room, and even exited again, looked at the number on the door, double-checked, and then walked in with a shocked face.

The room is a large area of ​​tiled blocks of different red colors, most of which are positive red, and the lights are all red, with layers of red gauze used as partitions.

It’s only natural that the decoration of a love hotel makes people’s blood spurt, but according to my memory a few minutes ago, isn’t what I want a “regular double room”?

I took He Shi to the bed, couldn't help but took out the room card and checked again

Oh, it's a ["regular" double room].The meaning is not conventional, but deceptive, maybe it is the most unconventional room in this hotel, a crime...

Blame me for being so stupid, I should have noticed it a long time ago, mixed in "Blood Romance", "Crazy Samba" and "Emotional Blue Ocean", the conventional double room is so obvious, how can it be conventional!

Before I had time to put the room card away, my arm sank, and I was pulled down by a strong force. I hit the bed with a muffled sound, and buried my whole face in the pillow. I had the illusion of suffocation for a moment.

If the trust period is graded, He Shi's first trust period can be counted as level one, and the second time it has evolved from level one to level two. The basis for the rating is that he could not control himself enough to push Xiao Yang.

Now I think it must be level three this time, and wonder if his symptoms will progress step by step, each time becoming more sudden and more ferocious.

The basis for the rating is that he applied his rage to me. Now I am like a kid who is pressed on the table by a usury, waiting to have his fingers cut off. His hand on my lower back is like a heavy weight, forcing me from The tailbone is numb to the back of the neck.

Back then, I was brazenly arguing with Xiao Yang, saying that He Shi would never be angry with me. At that time, I really thought that I might still have a special status. Now, my face hurts.

I just hope his sudden tantrums are for a quick bite, not a punch.

My heart was pounding, echoing with the wall clock that I don't know where it is now, counting down to my disaster.

I don't want to admit that I'm emotional, because it's too much like a pervert, and I want to spit myself if I'm still lamenting intimate contact after being beaten.

My face was still buried in the pillow, because his other hand was pressing on the back of my neck, the heel of his palm pressed so firmly that I couldn't lift my head, but his fingers were trembling and gently traced on the back of my neck.

His actions are just like his person, split, contrast, and confuse people's minds.

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