Yun Xi Hao Le

Chapter 9 Late night is full of psychedelic effects, darling darling don't look at the clock

The sea breeze was rustling, and there were bursts of salty air. It was a sleepless night. Manager Qi couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold. He turned on the air conditioner, sat up topless, opened WeChat, and watched the videos in his circle of friends.

Most of his classmates have changed jobs in the army, and the valiant and heroic posture is the most common Jiugonggetu.

There are also some showing off babies and canvassing votes, which is really boring.

"Can't sleep?" The sound of the shower finally stopped. In fact, the sound of the water is nothing compared to the waves, and the baritone who was still resounding in the bathroom stopped singing at this moment, but asked him softly. .

A numb feeling came up from the back of Qi Yunfei's neck. He glanced sideways at Xiao Jinghao's face. The young man's lips, which had been steamed and turned pink by the hot water, looked more attractive, and his short brown hair was dripping with water, appearing moist. In front of the collarbone and smooth skin.

Wait, white slippery... is opposite to the gorgeous protrusions, they are in pairs, trembling under the fingertips that don't seem to be his.

Qi Yunfei stared at the singer's every move. With his eyes slightly closed, he devoted himself as if holding a microphone, wantonly enjoying someone's close touch on his neck, and at the same time actively responded, pulling away Manager Qi's hand. Hands, press on the heart.The agitated sound in the atrium was like drumbeats, and the sound of distant waves seemed to break their comfort to each other in the dark night. Sometimes they panted and sometimes groaned, as if playing the most primitive natural rhythm with the ocean.If the brunette young man hadn't been drunk by the stamina of tequila the night before, what happened between them might have been more than just the unconscious worship of the right hand.

Can't sleep, just fit snugly.

If you can't sleep, you need each other.

If you can't sleep, you will be entangled to death.

This feeling of silence but not loneliness that only belongs to two men tightly entangles them together. Even if it is only a short night, the sea breeze has already witnessed them. It seems that they should always be so dependent on each other without much Linguistic probing and repetition.

On their respective faces, some tired looks appeared on the next day, and they did not pretend to be sleepless at night, so they had no dreams.