Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

There are thick calluses on his palms and fingers. I once sneaked on him while he was asleep on the plane, and I didn't feel deeply.

But last night, the feeling was really deep. I finally understood why the big fierce A in the article likes mouths and dislikes hands. Let alone other things, if the other party's hands are too rough, it will hurt!

Now my head is not dizzy, my head is not swollen, and I am ready to wash myself well. In the second half of the night, I cover myself too tightly, and I sweat all over, as if I fell into the hand sanitizer.

Before a man takes a bath, he takes off his clothes and admires his figure, just like three meals a day and people have three urgencies, I stand in front of the mirror as usual, ready to check my body management.

The top was loose, and I pulled it up with a pinch of the hem. I took it off and grabbed the sleeve stuck at the wrist, and suddenly found that the color distribution was not right. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a color block other than my skin color in the mirror.

I quickly looked up.

There are obvious fingerprints on the right side of the waist, dots on the side neck and chest, all of which are replicas of the "denture cupping pot" on the back of the neck. How do I remember that I was wearing clothes yesterday? What is the situation?Confused?

I picked up the jacket and looked at it, huh, I didn't notice just now, the collar was pulled so much that it could be used as a one-shoulder.

I have no memory of how hot I got last night and why, too bad I'm going to take a shower.

I rubbed my body vigorously, not with the mentality of being a chaste and strong woman, but because I wanted to rub my whole body into one color, so it took a little longer, and when I went out after washing, He Shi had already returned.

I kept my promise last night, forgot about the letter period, and greeted me as usual.Although I'm wearing a bathrobe now, "Xiao Yang asked you to post on Weibo for me?"

He handed me the hot water in his hand and a tablet of medicine, "Well, I caused trouble for Brother Meng again."

I pretended to be calm and acted like a big brother, "It's okay, that's because the media spread too much, and you're right."

He lowered his eyes and nodded, sat on the bed, then raised his head to look at me from bottom to top, with a pitiful look on his face.

He reached out and stroked the belt of my bathrobe, "Brother Meng, are you okay?"

"Okay, the fever is gone, and it's almost over after taking this medicine."

"It's not this." He tightened his grip on my waistband, "Last night you kept screaming in pain, asking me to be softer and slower, I believe it's hard to control myself—"

"Okay!" I quickly interrupted him, saying some foul language, "I'm fine, everything is fine."

Last night, it was obvious that only the brothers who helped each other were good, but when he said that, it seemed like we had done everything, and it was not too embarrassing for him to say that if it was a good thing.

Also, what about forgetting it?Is that how you forget?

"What happened yesterday is over." I reminded him.

He was startled, loosened my belt, let his hands and head hang down, his whole body was sleepy, and his voice was muffled, "Brother Meng is really so ruthless."

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"That's what I...!" I stopped trying to accuse him, covered my forehead, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh.

Obviously it was he who said, the letter period is separated from normal times, and treated as two people, it is obvious that he threw me away after using it up, so it was my fault again.

Me: "Then what do you want? I will follow you, okay?"

He still bowed his head and even sniffed, which made me want to match him with a handkerchief.

He buttoned the fabric on his knees, and said slowly, "Unexpectedly, Brother Meng looks at me like this. In Brother Meng's heart, I am a heartless man with a dissolute nature?"

Is not it?I mean during the letter period.And forgetting is what he said last night?

He was reluctant, "I was influenced by Xinqi last night, how can I take what Xinqi said seriously?"

sin...

He started to renege on his bills, and I almost didn't come up in one breath.

I knew that once such a thing as crossing the boundary happened, I would not be able to return to the original position. Last night, I was obsessed with ghosts, and I half pushed and half complied.

There are only two options now.

Confess directly, and be responsible for his white lotus, but the problem is, there is a high probability that people still look down on me.

Two, let's go on without embarrassment or embarrassment. Anyway, we were both unconscious last night, so it's okay to treat it as a serious misunderstanding.

Anyway, we are both men, and there is no loss for both parties, if my loss of masculine dignity is ignored.

Unless he looks down on me too much and feels that he is at a disadvantage by being helped.

I questioned myself for the umpteenth time: Why do you like such a thing.

But I didn't expect that he could be more of a joke.

He hooked my belt with his index finger and exerted force on his side. I knew he was trying to pull me over, but I tied the belt casually, and it was almost unhooked by him.

I tightened the belt, and the finger was still hooked on my waist. As the belt tightened, I could feel it through the bathrobe. He just sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. His small face and big eyes couldn't tell that he could have Mr. Firestick.

"Brother Meng." He leaned forward again, his chin resting on my chest, "Why don't we maintain this relationship, okay?"

My habitual hand touching his head paused in the air, my eyelids mechanically opened and closed, "You...what did you say?"

What is such a relationship? If I understand correctly, what he meant by this sentence is that he wants to be friends with me?

My eyes are almost wide open in this life. Was there such an open relationship in ancient times, or did he really get spoiled by my briefcase?

"If you don't speak, you have no objection," he said.

Before he finished speaking, he hooked his fingers on my belt and pulled it back. I quickly grabbed the loose skirt and looked at his calm face in disbelief.

Is this reaching the five-star period, lucidly insane?

"Brother Meng, what's the problem?" His chin was still on my chest, and there was an obvious tactile sensation from his slightly tilted head.

Inside my chest is my heart, beating too high and too hard, making me dizzy, "You, this kind of joke can't be played casually."

"It's not a joke." He let go of my belt, held my hand tightly clutching the front of my shirt, and groped the back of my hand with his thumb, "Brother Meng, do you know why I'm so aggressive this time?"

"Is it because... you can't get used to flying?"

His fingers are like hot summer, but the back of my hand is a piece of white ice, my hand is melted and soaked, barely maintaining the appearance that a bathrobe should have.

He shook his head and denied my guess, "Brother Meng, whether it's the letter period or the rain period, you can't completely suppress it. Easing it out is the best policy. This time it is because the previous two times were only blocked but not sparse. In the long run, my body will experience Something went wrong."

It turned out to be like this. In layman's terms, he held it in for too long, and if he kept holding it in, there would be a risk of breaking it, so he needed a channel to relieve it.

I was the channel he was following.

My head is much clearer than last night, and I will never be confused by him again. First of all, I need an environment for calm thinking. Looking at his face, how could I refuse him.

I stretched out my hand to push him, but he didn't move. He spread his legs and hugged me tightly, with his side face pressed against my left chest. My heartbeat would be his capricious capital.

Me: "Think about it after your letter period has passed..."

He: "I've thought about it, and I'm sober now."

With just a short reply, my inner defense line was broken again, and my brain became an electronic screen full of bullets.

promise him, promise him, promise him...

You can check, you can check, you can check...

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Proceed to the fourth volume: we are gay

I don’t know if you have noticed a small detail. Ever since Brother Meng said that “he” should be translated into “what”, our little He never said “why”, only “why”.