smell you

Song Zeyou was suddenly pushed to the innermost side of the bed, leaning against the cold concrete wall, and pieces of lime fell down.

He didn't bother to dust it off, and kept his eyes on Li Zhexi, guarding against this man's every move.

As soon as Li Zhexi lay down, the whole bed immediately became extremely crowded. Song Zeyou desperately leaned against the wall, fearing that he would have the slightest contact with Li Zhexi.

Li Zhe blocked the bed, Song Zeyou wanted to get out of bed, sorry, he had to step over Li Zhexi.

In the darkness, Li Zhexi's voice was soft and gentle: "Lie down, I'll cover you with the quilt."

"I can cover it myself." Song Zeyou's voice was colder than the wind outside.

"There are only two quilts here. If each person has one quilt, it's too cold, so we cover it together."

Song Zeyou was stunned, and now they are talking under the quilt together, let's dream.

"I'm wearing clothes, a quilt is enough."

"If you're wearing a coat, you're going to be freezing tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it."

So one person and one quilt, on this snowy night in the high mountains and deep forests, it was like freezing like a dog.

Song Zeyou shuddered from the cold, and could almost hear the sound of his own teeth chattering.

Li Zhexi suddenly said: "Xiao Song, do you want to have a drink of Lao Baigan? I brought the wine over."

"..." Song Zeyou rolled the quilt into a cocoon. This was his armor, his shell.

He closed his eyes against the wall and pretended to be asleep.

"Xiao Song... is he asleep?"

Song Zeyou tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

Then he heard rustling sounds around him, Li Zhexi seemed to have opened the bottle of soju, and a strong smell of alcohol came over him, just smelling it made him feel very spicy.

The quilt was very cold, Li Zhexi guessed it was too cold, so he used spirits to keep warm.

"Xiao Song?"

"You never finish!!!" Just now, who said that he was too tired to say a word.

"You really didn't fall asleep."

"..." Nonsense, even if he was sleepy, lying beside Li Zhexi, how could he be able to fall asleep? !

Song Zeyou was in the middle of his stomach, and suddenly found that his body seemed to be hugged by someone. He struggled desperately, but his hands and feet were restrained by the quilt rolled into calluses, and he looked like an old Beijing chicken roll.

He exclaimed, "You—uh—"

Li Zhexi held his head with both hands, suppressed him with his body, and suddenly covered his lips. Amid Song Zeyou's sudden resistance, a mouthful of strong wine was poured in.

Unprepared, Song Zeyou swallowed the spirits.

The pungent and stimulating fire penetrated all the way from the mouth to the stomach, and then spread to the whole body like a spark.

He only drank beer and red wine, but never drank a burning knife.

The smell of alcohol rushed straight into his nose and eyes, and he almost choked up tears, coughing again and again, damn bastard.

Li Zhexi was still in the posture of embracing his whole body, his head was stuck in the crook of Li Zhexi's arms, he was restraining himself in a cocoon.

"Fuck...cough cough..." Song Zeyou wanted to yell, but his throat still hadn't recovered.

Li Zhexi tightly hugged the rolled quilt in his arms, then pulled the quilt over the two of them, and buried his head deeply between Song Zeyou's necks.

"It's so cold, let me warm up..." Li Zhexi said in a low voice.

Song Zeyou couldn't move. At this time, the spirit of alcohol was on his head, and Li Zhexi's fiery breathing filled his ears, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, making him even more drowsy.

"Xiao Song, just a moment..."

Li Zhexi's lips came close again, this time without alcohol in his mouth, he just kissed his lips lightly, from one corner of his mouth to the other, lingering repeatedly.

Song Zeyou couldn't break free, and couldn't exert any strength at all. He pursed his lips tightly and clenched his teeth tightly, afraid that he would open his mouth.

Li Zhexi felt the softness and warmth of these lips, he longed to go deep in all ways...to get closer, to fully understand, to possess thoroughly.

He left kisses on Xiao Song's face one by one, in a devout and worshipful way, on the forehead, eyelids, nose, chin, and back to the forehead, kissing the ear porch... not sparing every inch of skin.

His kisses are like a touch of water, but also like the most blazing heat source, every light kiss is like branding a deep mark on the skin, igniting the deepest and most hidden flame in the bottom of my heart...

Song Zeyou was groggy and his heart was beating faster than ever. He didn't know if it was because of Li Zhexi's tight hug, or because of the two quilts covering him, his whole body was hot.

Please don't kiss your ears...

At this moment, the anger, depression, hatred and love that filled his heart were intertwined, almost destroying his soul.

In the name of love, what you do is above good and evil?

Shit! ! !

"Let go of me!! You fucking—————"

Song Zeyou couldn't help yelling anymore. When he opened his mouth, he didn't know well, and it would be too late to shut it up.

What Li Zhexi was waiting for was this opportunity, and his tongue drove straight in, just like a robber breaking into a paradise, plundering wantonly and frantically.

Go into the room, rummage through boxes and cabinets, and find every place where treasures are hidden.

Not enough, far enough... Wherever I reach, I want to possess it all...

Greed, without end.

Song Zeyou felt that his breath was taken away, all his oxygen, all his ego...

Suddenly he felt that Li Zhexi retreated, his oppressed chest almost exploded, the cold air poured into his chest again, he gasped desperately, like a stranded fish.

Li Zhexi said softly: "Xiao Song... I'm sorry... Just one more time..."

"..." Before Song Zeyou recovered, Li Zhexi came again T0T~

Ups and downs, I don't know when to go to sleep, all the cold anger is dissipated and forgotten.

Song Zeyou woke up hungry.

He stretched himself and found a few rays of sunlight passing through the curtains and projecting on his face.

Suddenly he thought of something and quickly turned over and sat up.

It was still this narrow shabby room, filled with fresh and cold air.

He lowered his head and found that two quilts were covering his body, and his coat was taken off at some point and covered his head with the quilt.

Not cold, hands and feet... the whole body is warm.

By the way, where's the damn Li Zhexi? ! ! !

What happened last night... was simply a shame in his life, a humiliation that he will never forget in this life! ! !

He finally came to his senses.

At this time, there was a conversation outside the window, someone was laughing, the voice was low and cheerful.

"Wei Bo, what shall we have for lunch? Xiao Song, he has a relatively light taste, let's stir-fry some vegetarian dishes."

"Okay, the alpine vegetables I grew myself, I guarantee that Xiao Song will still want to eat them! Is he awake?"

"Probably not yet. It was too cold last night, and I didn't fall asleep for a long time. Fortunately, Wei Bo thought of bringing us a carbon basin."

"Xiao Li, you seem to think highly of that young man? Is he your relative?"

"...Yes, almost."

"No wonder, I steamed the sponge cake, and quickly called him up, or it would be hard when it was cold."

"Okay, then I'll go see him."