Southern tide

I can't tell who started it first, that sentence completely broke the string called reason in my mind.They are like wild beasts, embracing and then biting.Rolling on the reinforced concrete, kissing by the wildfire, exchanging blood and flesh.I can only feel the hot skin, the sticky sweat and water, and the desire/desire and possession/possession that have been hidden for a long time in the heart of the other party gushing out as they gasp, like hunting.

It wasn't until they untied each other's first collars that they regained some sense and stopped their hands at the same time.

But Zhou Mingsheath said, "Don't you dare?"

This sentence angered Mu Yang: "Why don't you dare?"

Zhou Mingshean replied: "Okay, let's go buy wine."

Mu Yang understood what he said, and his anxious heart calmed down for a while, knowing what Zhou Mingshe meant.drink, get drunk.When you're drunk, nothing counts.

So they went downstairs and chased through the long streets and alleys.In the middle of the night, the shutter doors of the shops were closed, and there was no one on the street, so it became their world.The soles of the shoes broke through the stagnant water, stepped on the moss, chased and caught, embraced, kissed, and moved forward.I finally found a canteen that was still open, bought two cans of Chilled Pure Health, and went up to the fourth floor.

No one turned on the lights, only a piece of full moonlight spread in the small space.They flung themselves into bed with lips/teeth/meeting.Hearing that Zhou Mingshea opened a bottle of wine with a "bang" and handed it to his lips, he took a sip, finally caught the time, and said vaguely to Zhou Mingshea, "Have you ever done it?"

Zhou Mingsheath said, "No."

"I do not believe."

"You try it later, don't you know?"

Mu Yang was silent for a moment, and finally took his arm.He had been silent all this time, but now he gave in: "I'm actually scared."

Zhou Mingshea froze: "What are you afraid of?"

Mu Yang asked back: "What is this?"

Zhou Mingshea looked into his eyes and understood thousands of words in his eyes.

what is this?Is it like, is it love?After a night of madness, what will happen when you wake up? After getting drunk, will your head hurt?You are still a fugitive, and I am still a running dog. From now on, so what?

Zhou Ming sheath kissed him: "I really don't like it, forget it."

But Mu Yang took his hand again: "No, continue."

He sat up with his arms around Zhou Ming's sheathed neck, his lips were red, and he stared down at the other's chin: "There are many things in life, maybe there is only one time."

Zhou Ming covered his eyes with the sheath: "OK. Once."

So Mu Yang thought he was suddenly relieved, and withdrew his strength, and leaned softly in his arms.They rubbed their cheeks against each other, looking for the warmth of intimacy.He took off his belt, he took off his short sleeves.When embracing each other, the wind blew up the gauze curtain, and there was the murmur of a distant train. Zhou Ming asked, "Do you like me?"

no answer.

Since then, there have been no words, only the panting struggle of the young body and soul.

It was a midsummer night in Hong Kong.

In that sweltering summer night, they stared at each other, hugged each other, and got dizzy with a little alcohol.

It was a silver midsummer night, and the moonlight stuck to her body like silver foil, reflecting those green sweat beads.

"Too much..." he heard himself say.

He accidentally let the tears roll down, sour and salty.But the teardrop was kissed by Zhou Mingsheath again.He kept kissing his eyes: "what are you crying for?"

It's like acting like a baby, and it's shockingly dumb.

He felt that Zhou Mingsheath leaned over to bite his earlobe and the back of his neck, it was too much, Zhou Mingshe said: "Because I love you so much, so it's too much."

The kiss he covered made Mu Yang throw away his helmet and armor, and was forced to make a whining sound like a small animal, and raised his neck.The tip of his nose, the peak of his lips, and his lower jaw formed a graceful curve again, as if he was being slaughtered by the neck, sending everything to the hands of the hunter on his body.

Zhou Mingshea gently held his neck, with only a little effort, a red mark appeared on his skin.

Mu Yang's Adam's apple rolled, making his heart itch: "...don't love me that much."

The other party seemed to be angry and acted like a punishment: "...why?"

"...I can't give you anything, Zhou Mingsheath."

Such actions are simply unbearable.But he held back, and gently pinched the opponent's arm with his hand.

The bastard showed mercy, bowed his head and kissed him lightly, and Mu Yang opened his eyes.

Water mist diffused in the light red eye sockets, slightly hot, like a deer.

Mu Yang said: "I can't give you anything, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of this."

Zhou Mingshe pursed his lips and lowered his head to kiss him.After the kiss, he only said one sentence: "Don't be afraid, that's for the future, now..."

Just call him by name.

After that, I heard Mu Yang's continuous whispers in the gaps.

Every word is calling him, every word is looking for him.

So tireless.

A mustard small boat, powerless to move forward in the turbulent waves.The waves are churning, and they are destined to drift with the current like leaves, ups and downs.

Mu Yang finally couldn't bear it any longer, and his crying voice was undisguised: "Enough!"

Zhou Mingshea sighed: "Not enough."

It was the beginning of the day at that time, and the thin morning light diffused like a veil, with a little gold in the pale white, outlining the interlaced and fused shadows of young lines on the bed.

He stopped at the most critical moment extremely cunningly, and heard Mu Yang's prayer in his ear.

So he did the reckoning, repeating the original question: "I like you...do you like me?"

Mu Yang didn't answer, but sobbed and said, "...let me go!"

Zhou Mingshea kissed him on the cheek: "Aren't you going to replace my horse? The horse... at least has to like its owner."

Mu Yang's eyes were fascinated, he was watching a round of red sun rising outside the window.Do you like him?He knew the answer long ago, and Zhou Mingshean knew it too.But why can't you say it?Why can't you speak out?Why can't you love blatantly?

Zhou Ming's scabbard started to move again, every time, he ran over the deadliest spot with force, wishing to use this to brand his name as a declaration of possession to the world.Mu Yang trembled.

The tactile sensation traveled along the nerves like an electric shock to every cell, and every cell screamed, and the rationality was completely disconnected.After the peak is the next peak, he feels that he is going to die.At this time, he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Mingsheath.There was cunning patience, obsessive possessiveness, and the most humble supplication in those eyes.

He thought, then tell him.

Tell him, tell him.

So he tried his best to sit up and bury himself in the opponent's arms.Zhou Mingshea reached out to wrap his arms around him, and he stuck to Zhou Mingsheath's neck.It felt like a lonely mountain, turned into its own by the opponent's army... Then there was a very soft answer.

"like."

Zhou Mingshe was silent for a moment: "I didn't hear clearly."

The little leopard bit his shoulder angrily: "I like it!"

Not even a broken word can be uttered after that.Zhou Mingshean kindly let go of his hand, it was the first time for them to be at the same time and place at the same time, at this moment, they vaguely felt a little love.

Teenager's love.

The sun broke through the clouds at that moment, and a ray of light covered his body.

He closed his eyes, dazed and lazy, and lay in Zhou Ming's arms.

I heard someone say, "Good boy."

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The author has something to say:

Hmm...it's broken.Some key sentences have been... Everyone, please feel free to testify.Anyway, Zhou Mingsheath is too much ()