Misfiring

Seeing that he has been silent, Ying Yang suddenly softened, lowered his head, and put his chin on his shoulder, his deep and sexy voice was tinged with tenderness: "I know, you are angry with me."

Ying Yang put his arms around Cheng Mo's waist, his arms stuck to his hips, and he did a deep introspection that he had never done before: "Because after all these years, I still haven't made progress, and I haven't found a serious job like I promised not long ago. , live in peace and stability, right?

"I noticed the scars on my body when I was in the shower, and I didn't dare to ask how they got there, but I also know that I still can't control my violent temper, and I like to hang out on the street and make you worry.

"I don't know what caused me to remain stubborn. It may be your tenderness and connivance... You have such a good temper that you can let me do everything. I am a bastard and let you down.

"Just forgive me once, okay? Last time. I promise, what I said last month was from the bottom of my heart and I didn't lie to you. "

In the process of Ying Yang's continuous self-estimation, Cheng Mo also fell into the ups and downs of mixed thoughts: "No, I am the one who lied."

"Hush—" the thin lips touched Cheng Mo's ear, "Let the past pass, and neither of us will mention it."

Everything that followed was a matter of course, Ying Yang hugged Cheng Mo, walked around the ball around the ankle and walked back to the room quickly, and what fell with the overlapping body was an overwhelming kiss that entrusted infinite tenderness.

Back when Cheng Mo was still in astonishment, the delicate facial features had already been lost one by one, the eyebrows, nose tip, and cheeks gradually became warmed by the thin lips, and the part that was slightly opened due to restless thoughts was left to the end, admiring Under the precious and precious affection.

At this time, Cheng Mo's consciousness was not as vague as before, and his subordinates also regained their strength to push back a little.

But that bit of strength is really insignificant to Ying Yang, so that he easily restrained those restless hands, pressed them over the top of his head, and then kissed the lips with the tip of his tongue indistinctly.

"Oh!" Cheng Mo's eyes widened in shock, and he clenched his hands tightly, his well-manicured nails sank into Ying Yang's mouth, leaving a few crescent-shaped marks.In desperation, he couldn't help using [-]% of his strength, but Ying Ying's face remained unchanged, as if it was just scratching an itch.

I can't blame Cheng Mo for being anxious. Strictly speaking, this is his first kiss.

As for Ying Yang... not sure.

Probably long gone.

However, the strange thing is that Ying Yang stopped after rubbing his lips deeply a few times, feeling a little discouraged when he leaned on Cheng Mo.

"Fuck." He only heard him cursing inwardly, "Why this time?!"

"Huh?" The man kissed him forcefully, but he was actually not satisfied?Cheng Mo had mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was complaining or nervousness.

Ying Yang didn't intend to answer, instead he regrouped, and the hot kiss fell back to the corner of his lips again: "Try a few more times and I'll remember."

There is no light in the bedroom, and even the curtains are tightly drawn. The only light source around him is the bathroom with a warm light at an angle. The tall silhouette of the man seems oppressive in the ignorance. , Cheng Mo closed his eyes unconsciously, and began to show signs of retreat.

But at this moment, Ying Yang stopped again, withdrew the tip of his tongue that was almost poking into Cheng Mo's mouth, and said hesitantly, "How about... you should do it."

Cheng Mo looked up at him slightly, waiting for an explanation without saying a word.

"Like a while ago."

"... so what?" The voice was soft and hoarse.

"Help me review, isn't this your favorite thing to do?" Ying Yang poked his waist and said flatteringly, "How about it, teach me, Mr. Cheng."

The look in his eyes fluctuated, and after hesitating for a moment, Cheng Mo suddenly pushed Ying Yang away, and sat down by the bed looking for his slippers: "Come here today, get out of class is over."

Then without waiting for Ying Yang to catch him, Cheng Mo hurried into the bathroom.

Ying Yang, who was cruelly abandoned on the big bed, straightened the hem of the T-shirt and touched it slowly.

The pure white water jet poured down from the faucet, Cheng Mo splashed the water on his face continuously, Ying Yang stayed by the door without saying a word, his bright eyes stared at the portrait in the mirror without blinking, the bright and clean light let Cheng Mo There is nothing to hide from the dark red ears and even the tiny hairs on them.

Unlike Ying Yang, Cheng Mo is wearing a set of buttoned silk pajamas, the color is hazy blue that suits his complexion very well. The movement reveals a white and smooth texture.

Ying Yang peeked at the exquisite collarbone, and his heart was full of restlessness to go forward and ravage it, but before he could put it into practice, Cheng Mo turned off the water at the right time, and stretched out his wet hands to touch the towel rack. .

Ying Yang kindly tore off the towel and handed it to him, Cheng Mo paused, then accepted the kindness as if nothing had happened: "Thank you."

After being polite many times, Ying Yang didn't bother to correct him. He just watched Cheng Mo find that the towel in his hand was the pink one after washing his face: "This is for you."

"Oh, then I took it wrong just now." Ying Yang just wiped his body with his face towel, "I thought you would use your favorite color."

"No!" The shelf that Cheng Mo finally picked up instantly disintegrated, and his subordinates vigorously rubbed the innocent face towel just like helping Ying Yang clean his underwear just now, emphasizing without silver 300 taels here, "I don't like this color, you remember wrong gone."

"Impossible." Ying Yang retorted with reason, "Then why do you always wear pink underwear?"

Cheng Mo was in a hurry, and was about to say something, but Ying Yang added without winking: "There is a rabbit printed on the butt."

"..." Seeing that he couldn't talk to him, Cheng Mo simply covered his face with the twisted towel, and strode back to the bed, the quilt shaking loudly.

I thought that Ying Yang would chase after him this time, but until he made the bed and patted the two pillows again and again, there was still no annoying movement behind him.

No sound could be heard from the bathroom, Cheng Mo couldn't rest assured after all, and turned back to the bathroom: "What are you doing?"

Standing in front of the mirror, Ying Yang fiddled with the gauze on his forehead, and when he heard Cheng Mo's question, a trace of aggrieved emotion seemed to flash across his face: "You hurt my wound."

His expression didn't look like he was joking, and Cheng Mo suddenly became nervous: "Let me see."

Ying Yang bent down in cooperation, but who knew it was for a sneak attack.

Cheng Mo caught him off guard and asked him to kiss him, obviously wanting to explode, but calmed down because of the guilty conscience of raising his eyes unintentionally: It's abnormal for Ying Yang to be lifeless, besides, it's his fault in the first place.

"It's okay." Ying Yang said.

Cheng Mo wondered whether he should apologize or not.I always feel that letting him kiss is even, but I don't know why, but the grievance in Ying Yang's eyes doesn't diminish at all.

Withdrawing his thoughts from the weird situation at the moment, Cheng Mo tried to act as calm as a bystander: "Are you okay?"

Ying Yang took a step back and took the initiative to distance himself from him. He seemed to have struggled with his heart before saying, "The doctor said it's 2018."

"Yeah." Cheng Mo didn't dare to ask when his "yesterday" was, he was afraid that it would be a day that he couldn't bear.

But Ying Yang's next words narrowed the scope: "You are 5 years older than me, and it is normal to have a generation gap." He almost never shows weakness, so his tone is very stagnant, so difficult that it is moving, "But... can you stop leaving me alone because I'm stupid?"

At this moment, Cheng Mo seemed to see the students in the class who were troubled by various psychological problems and mustered up the courage to come to seek help: "I don't care about you." At the same time, he couldn't help but calculate in his heart, even if he has always been bad at math, 23 minus 5 equals How much can still get an accurate number.

18.

Ying Yang's current memory stays in their senior year of high school.

For him, this is the worst possible situation.

"Really?" Ying Yang frowned, his eyes flickered slightly, "But why did my subconscious tell me that you are going to get rid of me soon."

Cheng Mo was immediately stopped by him, and even under his staring eyes, he even took off his disguise, and was so nervous that his palms sweated: "You...don't worry."

Ying Yang didn't speak for a long time, and when Cheng Mo was about to lose his balance, he suddenly raised his chin, and pierced his eyes like sharp knives with regained confidence: "Then don't wash it this time."

Along with the voice, there is also the kiss that Cheng Mo was forced to be familiar with just now.

It's just that this time he finally forged ahead a bit, rubbed the tip of his wet tongue between his teeth and poked it in, Ying Yang clasped his waist domineeringly, personally preventing him from escaping.