Reborn Model Worker and Movie King

Tu Muyuan's eyes were still surrounded by a hazy layer of mist. With some indescribable sadness, he closed his eyes in pain, and squeezed back the tears that had been held back to the limit.

"Do you know? I am very worried about your state. You have looked strange in the past six months. You are not interested in anything. It is completely different from the you I used to know...Why did you become like this?"

He Jian was stunned, but after a while, he returned to his normal state.

"No." He touched his hair casually, then rubbed his nose with his index knuckles, smirked, and raised his voice:

"I might... just look away a little bit."

There are some things that Tu Muyuan won't understand. The half year he mentioned is probably the half year after he was reborn.

He Jian felt desperate for his own life. The reputation, prestige, status, and glory he had painstakingly managed for most of his life disappeared in an instant.

He's really tired already, so tired that he's somehow physically weary of doing it all over again.

But Tu Muyuan will never know about this matter.

He Jianjian looked at Tu Muyuan who was worried about him, and suddenly felt a little better. He felt a warm feeling from the bottom of his heart.

"I have lost a lot of things, but I cherish your feelings for me very much. I don't want to perfunctory you. I want to treat you in the most honest state."

He rested his chin on Tu Muyuan's shoulder, smelling the smell of his collar and the skin on his neck, and slightly lowered his heavy eyelids.

"Can you promise me? No matter what, don't give up on me."

Tu Muyuan hugged him, his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

"You know what? I've seen you play... you've really changed a lot over the years."

He Jian raised his eyes, and when he heard him talking about the piano, his eyes suddenly lost focus.

"Have you ever seen me play the piano?"

"Well... I want to know your difficulties, and I really want to help you."

He Jianyi pondered for a moment, then traced with his fingertips aimlessly back and forth along the lines of his muscles on Tu Muyuan's clothes.

"I'm still playing the piano. I'm in a restaurant. I'll invite you to have a meal there tomorrow. How about it?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Baby, what do you mean by that? I don't understand." He Jian rubbed against his ear, his fingers gently stroking his skin.

What He Jian didn't want to say, even if he was given the most powerful veritaserum, he would not reveal half of it.

What he is best at is whitewashing the truth with sweet words.

Tu Muyuan wanted to push away any one room, but he was addicted to his contact.

"If I don't play the piano, will you still like me?" He Jian asked in a low voice, smelling the scent of his neck, and then put his earlobe in his mouth.

He clearly felt Tu Muyuan's body stiffen.

"I like it." Tu Muyuan's throat seemed to be choked by something, and the voice that came out was full of restrained madness.

"Then what do you like about me? I'll give it to you, okay?"

He Jianjian had always felt that Tu Muyuan's waist was very comfortable to hug, and today he touched his skin carefully, and felt that it also felt very good.

All of a sudden, the idea of ​​wanting to conform to him came into being.

Now Tu Muyuan is too innocent, He Jian always feels itchy when he hugs him, but in fact he can't do anything.

Although he was not impulsive, he could ask Tu Muyuan to do something to him, it didn't matter, there would be a day between them sooner or later.

Tu Muyuan was so teased by He Jian after a few strokes, he rubbed He Jian into his arms vigorously, and the kiss fell on his chin uncontrollably, leaving two hickey marks.

Sensing his state, He Jian said in a low voice:

"Do you want me to help you?"

Tu Muyuan didn't know whether he was stunned or hesitating, he paused for a few seconds, and then relaxed.

"Do not."

He Jian didn't believe in evil, and reached out to touch him.

Tu Muyuan pushed He Jian away, blushing firmly and shook his head.

"I can't separate my body from my emotions. Don't let me continue to sink."

He Jianjian suddenly felt that Tu Muyuan was very cute. He touched his neck where he sucked a few times, smiled, turned around and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he was wearing pajamas, smelling fresh.

He lay on his bed, then moved the pillow halfway out, and patted the space next to him.

"Are you tired? Let's take a nap first. I woke you up last night, so you haven't slept yet? Look at your dark circles. I'm sorry, I won't bother you in the future."

Tu Muyuan couldn't bear it anymore, his Adam's apple moved, then he opened the suitcase silently, and took out his clothes from inside.

"I'll take a shower first."

He Yijian propped his head on his arms, watched him enter the bathroom, and began to think about a very philosophical question.

Is he now soaking his head and face in the cold water, or is he comforting himself in the steaming hot water?

……Schrodinger's cat.

He Yijian played with his mobile phone for a long time before waiting for someone. He checked the time, and it was four past two. Tu Muyuan had just taken a shower, and his hair was still wet. He was hanging a towel and drying his wet hair.

Seeing him standing a little nervously at the door of the bathroom, He Jian put down his phone and yelled.

"Old Tu, sit here."

Tu Muyuan looked sideways at him, besides being nervous, he was also a little bewildered.

But he still passed obediently.

He Jianjian lay on his back, gently holding his hand that was wiping his hair.

"I'll wipe it for you."

Neither of them spoke this time, and He Jian could hear Tu Muyuan's heart beating wildly, like a child who had just exercised.

Pretending to be gay is so self-taught and so sophisticated, he even wonders if he is really bent.

It's a pity that He Jian is always very self-aware that he is not gay.

He really delayed most of Tu Muyuan's life.

He Jianjian felt very guilty, and he carefully helped Tu Muyuan dry his hair. After drying, He Jianbu buried his face in his hair, took a deep breath, and then lowered his head and lightly touched the back of his neck. Take a bite.

"I can't help but want to tease you."

There was nothing Tu Muyuan could do about it, he put the towel on the chair, stretched out his hand to support He Jian's chin and pushed him away.

"Go to sleep first."

"Can I sleep with you?" He Jian went to the bed, opened his arms wide, lowered his eyelids slightly, and looked at his sharply defined left mandible.

"Don't go too far." Tu Muyuan turned his head to meet his eyes, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Damn... this man!Really cute!

The depression and decadence in He Jian's heart were finally dispelled, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that Tu Muyuan had softened his heart.

He Jian became very animalistic, jumped up and hugged Tu Muyuan, then pushed him onto the bed, and threw himself on him contentedly.

"Mumu, you look like a cat."

"Which room, you rest for a while."

"No, I'm masturbating old Tu, no one can stop me from masturbating Lao Tu today."

"Old Tu doesn't want to be fucked by you."

"Old Tu thought about it."

"Do not want to."

"Think." He Jian pressed the corner of Tu Muyuan's lips, looked straight into his eyes, as if he would kiss him in the next second.

Tu Muyuan let out a long sigh, letting any one of the rooms hold him down, and looked sideways at the wall feebly.

"Do not want to."

The voice of speaking feels aggrieved.

He Jianjian suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, then buried his head in his chest and stopped moving.

"Then touch me." He Jian said sullenly.

I don't know if this sentence is too shocking, it took Tu Muyuan a long time to understand what He Jian meant.

He swallowed, and through his clothes, he reached out and touched He Jian's head.

He carefully felt the body lying on him, his eyes were a little dry, because he hadn't blinked for a long time.

The finger seemed to be attracted by a mysterious magic power, Tu Muyuan couldn't help but want to touch it more carefully, but the impulse was controlled by the brain before it was implemented.

Tu Muyuan pushed He Jian away, then turned his back to him, leaving only He Jian's back.

"One room, stop playing."

He Jian heard the depression in his voice, and was silent for a while. He wanted to complain about him, but in the end he let Tu Muyuan go.

It's rare to be innocent, and it's not something to be ashamed of.

He Jianjian grabbed Tu Muyuan's arm and asked softly, "Can I hug you to sleep?"

"Just don't keep moving around."

He Jian pulled the quilt over his body and rubbed against Tu Muyuan's body. His voice was a little softer than before, and it sounded magnetic and gentle.

"Seriously, do you want me to help you?"

"It's really not necessary." Tu Muyuan turned over, squeezed He Jian into the corner, and held him in his arms with his arms, "Go to sleep."

... He Jian was completely at a loss for this man who was obviously uncomfortable but still steadfast in his arms.

In his memory, Tu Muyuan seemed to have had a similar episode with him at that time.

During the most difficult period of He Jian's life, Tu Muyuan took care of him tenderly and carefully, and gave him unconditional company just like he is now.

At that time, He Jian's mental state was not good, even if Tu Muyuan said ten words, he might not be able to answer the last one.

But even in this situation where there is no internet and no entertainment, Tu Muyuan still endures loneliness very much. He is very stable with He Jian, living like a sage who has lived in seclusion for many years.

Sometimes He Jian couldn't help but wonder how his personality had been washed and tempered in order to develop such strong self-control and endurance.

It cannot be said that he has never been attracted to Tu Muyuan, because a beautiful character is extremely attractive to anyone.

Perhaps it was because he really liked his character that He Jian, a straight man, allowed that incomplete physical relationship to happen.

He almost forced Tu Muyuan to take it away, but when the two of them entangled to the last step in the small room in the village, Tu Muyuan still let him go.

He is not inseparable from his emotions and body, but inseparable from any room and his growing addiction.

For so many years, he has never let go of his feelings for He Jian. The two of them are in the same circle, and Tu Muyuan's attention to He Jian has risen to the point where he even cares about any trouble in his life.

There are some things that you can't have at one time, once you touch them, you will become addicted.

These are the original words of Tu Muyuan back then.

But in the face of great temptation, there have always been only a very small group of people who have the ability to resist the fall.

Tu Muyuan was one of that small group of people.