The days of eating soft rice in London

Before he ran out of the door, he was stopped by Louis.The man's strong arms picked him up horizontally, carried him on his shoulders, and after a while of spinning, Oscar was lightly placed back on the bed again.

Seeing the other person approaching his face, he asked softly, "Are you seducing me by running around like this?"

The blond young man's face became even hotter, and he argued, "I didn't."

"Then where do you want to go naked?" Louis put the thin blanket on his body, "Stay honestly in your room."

Oscar moved uncomfortably for a long time before finding a slightly more comfortable position.His shoulders were sore and swollen. He hadn't slept well on such a soft bed for the past few days.

"what happened to you?"

"Dear Mr. Lewis, my shoulder hurts like hell." Propping up on the bed with his left foot, he rolled over on his stomach and pulled the blanket down to his waist. "I have the honor to ask you to rub my shoulders?"

"I slept on the bench for a long time before, and my neck was always stiff, and I almost couldn't lift my head." The young man's blond hair was scattered on the soft pillow, and he turned his head sideways, looking at him for help. Louis also revealed a large smooth and white back. His muscles are as tight as a Greek god statue, and the groove in the center of his back presents a fatal temptation.

It was only then that Louis realized that Oscar had lost a lot of weight since he hadn't seen him for several months.He just stretched out his hand and rubbed the other person's shoulder full of heartache, and the young man straightened up like a fish under a steel knife, "It hurts to death!"

"Originally it was just stiff, but now that you pinched it, I can't feel the existence of the shoulder."

"Is it that painful?" asked the gentleman, "You exaggerated like Sauron just now."

The gentlemen didn't exert too much force just now, but Oscar still felt a lot of pain - he almost broke his cervical spine from sleeping on the bench.

Louis slowed down a bit, "Is this better?"

"It's much better." Oscar felt very satisfied, so he stopped talking and concentrated on enjoying the gentleman's service.

While rubbing hard, Louis continued the topic just now: "I know you never say the words 'miss you' and 'love you'. It is really difficult for you to say that you are in love with me."

"Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?" Oscar interrupted him, which is really rare.

"Listen to me," the gentleman's tone became extremely serious: "I shouldn't have pushed you away after you mustered up the courage to express your heart, or if you were seriously injured, it was my fault."

Oscar was a little puzzled, not knowing why he brought up this matter.But he vaguely understood that his lover was blaming himself for pushing him away that day.

"So you may have a shadow." The gentleman tidied Oscar's blond hair scattered on his face behind his ears: "In the future, you can say what you want directly. In front of me, you don't need any jealousy or embarrassment."

The young man stared at him blankly for a while, thinking in his heart, is this the fault of being a businessman?Louis What's going on in his head?How can you think of so many?

Seeing that the other party didn't make any reaction, the gentleman put his arms around Lou Oscar's waist: "Why don't you speak?"

The usually calm gentleman actually felt a little nervous, and he immediately asked: "Maybe you feel nasty? You can't accept me saying something like this?"

"Accept." Oscar turned sideways, cupping the man's face with both hands.

Although deep in his heart he wanted to laugh, what he had to do now was to dispel all of Louis' worries.

"Of course I accept, but I, you know, I'm too timid, my mouth is stupid, and I can't always speak... But it doesn't mean that I don't care about you, and it doesn't mean that I don't want to listen to your love words. On the contrary , I don't want to say it, but I'd love to hear it from you."

"I understand." The gentleman pursed his lips, looked at him with dissatisfaction, and said in a low voice, "Are you just trying to pretend to be cool?"

Oscar leaned forward and kissed him, "I'm sorry, but you seem to be right."

"If you said something sweet, I might look aloof - it's my stink, I can't hate myself any more. But my heart, here," he pointed to himself Heart, "I'm definitely secretly delighted."

Oscar wrapped his arms around the other's neck, "I'm trying my best to change it, Louis. What should I do, I'm all about you, please remember this, and don't think about any nonsense."

The tall man's shadow fell, and he hugged Oscar's waist with one hand: "I believe that one day you will say it, sooner or later."

"Sooner or later." Oscar repeated with certainty.

The night outside the window is woven into a soft net, covering all the tenderness inside.All he touches with his hand is this man, and what he breathes is also the man's smell. All senses have vague and illusory colors, and each of them hides its surging point, and keeps its passionate and fiery secret. .

Amidst the warmth, Oscar suddenly asked, "Louis, I want to go for a walk."

"You can't walk yet."

"You're starting again," Oscar begged him: "I'm bored, Louis."

"What do you want to do outside?"

Oscar thought about it carefully, but the gloomy night still couldn't hide the look in those azure blue eyes.

"I want to buy some paint," Oscar said. "The one at Mr. Winston's is fine."

"The shops are closed long ago," Louis suggested. "Why don't we go by carriage together tomorrow? The department stores in Sheffield are even better than those in London."

"I want to go now, right now, I'm going to be driven crazy." Oscar looked at him with those extraordinary shining eyes, and the latter seemed powerless to resist it.

Louis glanced at the thick night outside, and agreed: "Okay."

"You put on your clothes first."

They walked along the side streets, as they had done in London's Row of Honor.It's just that now, Oscar is resting on Louis' neck with one hand, and leaning on a cane with the other, moving forward with great difficulty.

He refused to let Louis hug, saying it was detrimental to the man's image.

Although it was already one o'clock in the morning, there were still women with heavy makeup doing business on the street in front of the tavern, especially when the woman saw Louis, her eyes lit up and she rushed over immediately.

"This gentleman, why are you still out so late? Would you like to sit with me?"

Oscar stared at her breasts rubbing against Louis, feeling jealous.He gave Louis a warning look, turned around and stubbornly walked back.

Louis was most afraid of this blond painter, just like his mother left suddenly when he was a child, only throwing him a back view.

"Oscar!"

Louis chased after two steps, no matter how surprised the woman looked behind him, she hugged him.

"I didn't do anything, and you are like this again, just turn around and leave." Louis was a little annoyed, "It seems that I did not 'do' enough for you."

Christians are praying their last prayers before going to bed in the church. The portrait of Jesus, the Son of God, lowers his eyes serenely in rows of flickering candlelight. Ben's children were already asleep in the church room, and so were the flocks of white doves in the attic.

Everything looked very solemn.

The gentleman hugged Oscar aggressively, and climbed up to the empty pavilion of the church.The view here is very good. The spiral iron net erected outside the Gothic church can give people a panoramic view of Sheffield, as if standing here, you can step on the whole world under your feet.The three huge fan blades used for ventilation in the iron net are always rotating at a constant speed, and the rotating shadows are quickly passing by on the ground.

Louis threw aside the blond young man's cane, and eagerly called out his name: "Promise me, Oscar, and change this habit too." The man buried his head in Oscar's neck, like an abandoned child Wronged: "You don't know how flustered I am."

The two hands were immediately pressed against each other and were held high above the head with one hand by the man above. The other hand had penetrated under the shirt in an instant, and touched along the back groove, only the obvious knuckles of the fingers were exposed under the shirt.

The blond young man was immediately wrapped around his waist, and was forcibly turned over. The powerful big hands pressed down on his back forcefully, forcing him to lift his hips up.

This posture completely panicked Oscar, he wanted to look back in a panic, to look directly at all the unknown and crazy actions that were about to happen...

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