landing

Silent.

Under the cold white street lamps, the light mist was dense, vaguely blurring the light.

Song Jue stood there in a daze.

He looked at the man in front of him in a daze, and his lips twitched, "I thought you wouldn't come out today."

Lu Xian was slightly taken aback.

The young man looked at him, his eyes were out of focus, and his eyes were empty.He seemed to smile, but he didn't seem to, "I thought it would be dawn again."

Song Jue gently closed his eyes.

A long time ago, he watched Lu Xian walk away with Mo An in his arms, how did he feel?

Is it the same as now?

No matter how much pain and hatred there is, there is still nothing that can be done.

it is ridiculous.

He is obviously more powerful than Mo An, and he can easily ruin his reputation and disappear in front of everyone.

He never put Yuan Yu in his eyes, he had grasped the opponent's weakness early on, and he could do whatever he wanted.

But until now, he was still helpless.

Raindrops trickled down his cheeks.

Song Jue smiled wryly, "It's okay."

The fist hanging by his side slowly loosened, he was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse but firm, "Anyone is fine, whatever is fine, I admit it."

He murmured softly, "As long as you remember to come back."

Lu Xian lost his mind for a moment.

People in positions of authority are suspicious by nature, and they don't like others to spy on their whereabouts. Song Jue committed a big taboo, and he will never condone it.

But for some reason, when he saw the wet young man, anger only accounted for a small part.

And the few sullenness and displeasure on this point, all disappeared in Song Jue's words, and pulled away, until strange emotions surged up, and the strong heartache filled his chest.

Lu Xian sighed.

He gently caressed the young man's cheek, and placed a kiss on the forehead, "Go home."

It was raining again outside.

Small, thin and dense rain, wrapped in the cold wind and brushing across people's cheeks.

After his mind calmed down, Song Jue felt a bit cold after a while. He pulled off his wet clothes and closed the car window.

The red light is on.

Lu Xian stopped the car slowly.

He unbuckled his seat belt, took off his suit, "Put it on."

The young man froze for a moment, his eyes widened in surprise, showing a bit of bewilderment.

Lu Xian felt soft-hearted, and without waiting for him to react, he directly put a coat on the other party.

It sank on the shoulders, and the faint cedar fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose.

Like a pine forest after a heavy snowfall, it is clean and cold, yet exuding a different kind of gentleness.

Song Jue took a deep breath, relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Lu's house.

The butler came out to welcome him when he heard the noise, and was slightly surprised when he saw Song Jue's appearance.

Lu Xian ordered, "Let the kitchen make a bowl of ginger soup."

The butler suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and said respectfully, "Yes, I will send it to Master Jue later."

Lu Xian nodded slightly, turned his head and saw Song Jue was still standing behind him blankly, and frowned helplessly, "Go and change your clothes."

Song Jue nodded, but stopped talking.

Lu Xian asked him, "What's wrong?"

Song Jue sniffed, seemingly embarrassed, but still whispered, "Can I stop drinking? I don't have a cold, so I don't need this."

Young people have always been calm and unobtrusive. It is rare for them to express their dislike so clearly.

A smile flickered across Lu Xian's eyes. He remembered that Song Jue seemed to have always kept Jiang at a respectful distance, and said to the housekeeper, "Ginger soup is delivered to my room."

Song Jue didn't expect such a result, so she curled her lips reluctantly, seeing that the man's heart was as hard as iron, and there was no room for change, so she went upstairs sullenly.

Lu Xian ordered the housekeeper a few more things, and returned to the room.

He took a shower, and as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw a child sitting on the sofa with a drooping little head.

The child held his chin up, staring at the thick, light yellow ginger soup in front of him unkindly, as if he could stare at it in no time.

However, he stared at it for a long time, Jiang Tang was still there, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Song Jue was so focused that he didn't even notice that Lu Xian came out. He didn't realize it until the man walked up to him and the light in front of him was blocked by a tall figure.

Lu Xian couldn't help laughing when he saw the embarrassment on his face of being caught.

Song Jue's ears were slightly red, and in Lu Xian's laughter, he also felt that he was too naive tonight. After so many years of being calm and composed, he was beaten back to his original shape by a bowl of ginger soup.

He tried to calm down, forced his respect, "I'm going to drink it soon."

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl to prove his determination.

Lu Xian glanced at him and said nothing.

Song Jue felt that he was being provoked, and was trying to prove his ability to act, but was defeated by the pungent smell of ginger.

He was dejected for a while, and said dryly, "If I drink it, can I ask for a small reward?"

Lu Xian looked at him with a smile, "Yes."

Song Jue's eyes lit up, and his eyes turned to the ginger soup, and then he withered again.

He looked at Lu Xian, then at the ginger soup, and finally gulped a few dry mouthfuls.

The empty bowl slammed onto the coffee table with a bang.

Song Jue turned her head and looked at him expectantly, "Uncle Lu, close your eyes."

Seeing that Lu Xian was not moving, the young man shook his hand and complained in a low voice, "I drank everything you promised me just now."

Seeing that he was about to get anxious, Lu Xian finally closed his eyes gently.

The next moment, the lips were held.

A very soft kiss.

The young man licked his lips and gnawed on it lightly, like a child who bought his beloved cake with great difficulty, but was reluctant to swallow it in one bite, so he had to taste it carefully and in small bites.

Lu Xian felt a little helpless when he was kissed, he moved his lips subconsciously, and opened his eyes to look at Song Jue.

The young man was in high spirits, with a sly smile in his eyes, he was not afraid to see him open his eyes, and instead asked, "Is it delicious?"

Lu Xian's expression was quiet and gentle, he reached out his hand to clasp the back of the young man's head, and kissed the thin lips in front of him.

For a while, the world was spinning, and when Song Jue came to his senses, he sat on the man's lap, and most of the pajamas on his body were ripped off, revealing his fair chest.

Lu Xian looked at the faint red marks on the young man's body, and slowly looked away.

His voice was lower than usual, almost tingling in his ears.

"Go down."

Song Jue's scalp was numb from his deep panting, and he didn't want to stop there. His arm clung to the man's shoulder and his fingertips ran across the edge of his underwear.

Sweat dripped from Lu Xian's temples. He held Song Jue's troubled hand and said slowly, "You can't stand it without lubricant."

Song Jue was not willing to let go, he leaned closer, gently licked and kissed the fine sweat on the man's forehead, his voice was sticky and vague, "I can."

Lu Xian's five fingers on his waist were tightened, the joints were clearly defined, and the meridians emerged.

Song Jue grabbed the man's Adam's apple in his mouth, and his fingers quietly broke free from the restraint, and poked his body under him.

Lu Xian couldn't help but let out a muffled snort when the key point was being manipulated.

This sound was like fireworks exploding, and Song Jue felt as if something exploded in his heart, and his hot blood boiled instantly.

He took a few quick breaths, raised his head and showed a provocative smile, "Do you still want me to come down?"

Lu Xian narrowed his eyes, suddenly picked up the man with all his strength, and threw him on the bed hard.

He leaned down, "Song Jue, you asked for this."

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