blame at every turn

Yue Qin had a messy dream all night. He was woken up by a stabbing headache at five o'clock, but as if someone had taken away the time, he had no memory of the dream at all, and his mind was blank.

His first reaction after waking up was that it was time to go out to buy breakfast. He wanted a carp to stand up, but found that he couldn't move. Only then did he realize that he was not in his office at this time, but in a completely strange room, with Yang Ya slept together, and was imprisoned by Yang Ya's hands and feet in his arms, unable to move.

So his second reaction was, why did he sleep with Yang Ya.

Then he recalled the sporadic fragments of himself when he was drunk. After remembering what he said to Yang Ya in the end, Yue Qin didn't dare to continue recalling. The palm of the hand was burned through, and the hands slowly slid down. When the fingers wiped the eyes, a small slit was quietly opened.

At the same time, his neck seemed to be rusted, and he turned towards Yang Ya little by little.

He could feel Yang Ya's breath plucking his earlobe from time to time, and even a small piece of skin underneath was blown a little hot, knowing how close Yang Ya's face was to himself now.

Before he saw Yang Ya's face between his fingers, Yue Qin still had a little bit of luck.

He sincerely hoped that Yang Ya's rhetoric that he wanted to sleep was not a so-called memory, but a part of the dream.It's really not good, after that, I fell asleep and didn't do anything, so that Yang Ya could mistakenly think that he was just drinking too much and talking nonsense.

Yue Qin has been drunk more than once, and knows that his wine quality is not bad, but that is also in front of others.Facing Yang Ya, Yue Qin didn't know what to do. After all, he had done the big bad thing of stealing a kiss on Yang Ya while he was still in a daze after he was half sober.

In any case, Yue Qin didn't want the first time between him and Yang Ya to be so embarrassing and sloppy.

He knew that Yang Ya was not a casual person, neither was he, and he didn't want to leave such an impression on Yang Ya.The two have been separated for eight years, and they have long been familiar strangers. They started a harmonious movement before their relationship was in place. No matter how you think about it, Yang Ya will not do it voluntarily.

Either he was the overlord and beat Yang Ya violently, and took him when he was weak, or he was morally kidnapped, making Yang Ya feel guilty about the past and devote himself to repay the debt with tears in his eyes.

No matter which one it is, it will cause a lot of psychological shadow to Yang Ya.If he really did it, he would never have anything to do with Yang Ya in his life.Even if Yang Ya is willing to accept him again in the future, he will feel uneasy because he hurt Yang Ya.

At this time Yang Ya was still sleeping deeply, breathing steadily, but this didn't explain anything.

The scenery that Yue Qin could see through his fingers had been cut, and the distance between the two of them was too close, which was equivalent to emphasizing Yang Ya's thick and sharp eyebrows like a dew edge. The eyes that were tightly closed at the time were set off to be extremely peaceful and soft.He couldn't see Yang Ya's expression at this time.The deep sleep may be because nothing happened last night, Yang Ya had a good rest, but it cannot be ruled out that everything happened last night, it was too intense, so Yang Ya passed away.

Yang Ya's aura poured in between his breaths, and Yue Qin's heart beat like a drum because of his nervousness.

He carefully moved his hands away.

Then he saw that Yang Ya's eyes were swollen, surrounded by a light red circle, obviously from crying.

Yang Ya's lips were white and torn, which was abnormal no matter how he looked; his collar was wide open, wrinkled and left traces of being ravaged, silently complaining about someone's brutality against him last night .

Yue Qin's heart sank into the Mariana Trench all at once, and the guilt was the water pressure enough to crush his bones.

He is not clean.

Unrighteous in his mind, he finally laid hands on the poor and helpless Yang Ya.

Yue Qin touched his conscience.

He looked at Yang Ya as if he had been bullied miserably.

The scent of the perfume on his body has faded, the smell of the shower gel and shampoo has not been changed, and his breath is entangled heavily on his body, his clothes are messy, and he has not cleaned them up at first glance.

On the other hand, apart from the discomfort after the hangover, I was refreshed. Not only did I take a shower, but I also changed into a clean and soft bathrobe, and even changed into underwear.

……

Oh my god, how did he manage to be such a beast, even if he forced Yang Ya, he only cared about himself afterwards!

Yue Qin leaned back, lifted a little bit of the quilt and looked down, his eyes slid from Yang Ya's Adam's apple to the depths of his collar.

Yang Ya's body was clean, without any suspicious red marks.

——But it also illustrates a problem.

Last night he went straight to battle with his gun in hand.

this is too scary.

Yue Qin covered his face again, this time not because of nervousness, but because of embarrassment.

It's no wonder Yang Ya cried so weakly.I'm afraid that last night he not only forced Yang Ya by force, but didn't give him any room for psychological construction and physical adaptation, and because it was the first time he drank alcohol again, he couldn't even be gentle, and now Yang Ya is still willing to hug him. He slept, presumably because he was in too much pain and had no strength to struggle and wanted to find someone to rely on. He thought about the friendship between bamboo and horses and didn't want others to see him in the worst state, so he didn't ask the hotel manager or life assistant to turn him into the prison. Endure the nausea and hold it in your arms.

Calling him a beast is already insulting the beast, he is simply inferior to the beast.

Yue Qin's heart is dead.

But his hands were still following the last instruction given before his brain collapsed, struggling to move Yang Ya's arm hanging around his waist, and explored Yang Ya's chrysanthemum area.

Because his breathing rhythm was out of order and he made a lot of small movements, Yang Ya woke up, but he didn't fully wake up. He vaguely felt a hint of the crisis in the chrysanthemum, and grabbed his wrist before Yue Qin made trouble, and pulled it back to his own. chest.

"Don't move, it hurts."

These were Yang Ya's subconscious actions and words, his brain didn't realize what he was doing or saying.

It wasn't until he felt the person in his arms tremble violently that his consciousness really broke out of the cocoon in the dream.

Yue Qin squeezed his little finger: "Does it really hurt?"

Yang Ya snorted sullenly.

That's for sure, he ran to the bathroom so many times last night, it's no wonder it didn't hurt.

And because he ate a lot of very spicy food, even after resting for half a night, his chrysanthemum area could not be described as ordinary pain at all. It was the pain of being scratched by the tip of a hot knife. .

After humming, Yang Ya was completely awake.

He opened his sore eyes, and saw Yue Qin looking at him nervously with his lips pursed like a puppy that had made a mistake.

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