Southern tide

Zhou Mingshen said a lot of words of love to himself, and the words were repeated over and over again, and the actions were also over and over again.Almost more vicious and greedy than the first time.He himself said that love was not enough, and he forced Mu Yang to say that, forced Mu Yang to say that he liked him, and forced Mu Yang to say that he would be by his side for the rest of his life.

Mu Yang felt that he had finished all his love, the love of his life, with Zhou Mingxie tonight.

Just rolled on the bed until the next day's sunrise.When the sky was clear, he lay down exhausted in Zhou Ming's arms.Zhou Mingshean pushed back the hair on his forehead that was soaked in sweat, and kissed him over and over again as if kissing him was not enough.Mu Yang couldn't help pushing the troublemaker in his sleep, but his hand was clamped by Zhou Ming's sheath.Zhou Mingshe put his chin on the top of his head and hugged his waist tightly.Fell asleep like this.

As soon as I sleep, I sleep until the night.I haven't eaten all day, and I don't know whose stomach is growling.

Mu Yang opened his eyes in a daze, his first feeling was that his waist was about to break.The soreness climbed from the heels of the legs to the back of the neck, and it felt like a wild wolf had gnawed uncontrollably and bumped back mercilessly.Then a splitting headache.He stretched out his hand to massage his temples, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw Zhou Mingshea looking at him with a deep smile on his face.

I remembered everything in an instant.

Zhou Mingshea watched Mu Yang's face turn from pale to ashes, then turned red like a persimmon in an instant, blinked his eyes quickly, scolded me in a low voice, and buried his head in the pillow like an ostrich.He had no choice but to hold back his smile and catch him, pressed him affectionately, held him in his arms, and said against his earlobe, "What did you do yourself, you don't admit it?"

A muffled voice came from under the pillow: "Grass/you/Mom, forget about it!"

Where did Zhou Ming sheath spare him, his hands restlessly slid along the hem of his clothes to Mu Yang's waist—the thin and thin waist that he coveted from the first time he saw Mu Yang, and was once outlined by the belt— Then he stroked and kneaded those muscles and bones as a matter of course, causing Mu Yang to tremble slightly.

Then Zhou Mingshen said: "What do you want to forget? Forget that you cried and called my name? Forget that you rarely bowed your head and said soft words to me? Forgot that you half wanted to kiss me, but you still sulked when you couldn't kiss me? Forget you... The look on your face? So cute, you—"

"Grass/you/mom shut up!" Mu Yang was furious and annoyed, he pulled out the pillow and threw him.

Zhou Ming sheath dodged, buried his head in his neck, took a deep breath, and coaxed him: "...I can forget all these, but I can't forget that you said you like me. You said a lot... I also remember I'm staying. I have a good memory."

Mu Yang paused, put his hand on the top of Zhou Ming's sheath: "You are sick."

Zhou Mingshea looked up at him: "Then you lied to me?"

Mu Yang stared for a long time, there was nothing he could do about it: "No."

He inserted his hand into Zhou Ming's sheath's soft hair socket, gently grabbed and held his head, lowered his head and bit the bridge of his nose as a warning, and finally left a kiss.

"It's easy to be friends with each other. You said that, so we don't be friends." When the two huddled in a small bathroom and took a bath together, Zhou Mingxie teased him and said, "I'll be your man." friend."

When Zhou Mingxie came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, he saw Mu Yang sitting beside the bed smoking a cigarette.

He was only wearing a pair of jeans, which were wet and tight because of the water, outlining beautiful muscle lines.And somewhere bulging.Zhou Mingshea knew that under those rough fabrics, on the fragile and sensitive skin, there were still his bite-like hickey marks.Like a plum on the mutton jade.At that time, he was so eye-catching that people couldn't help bullying him to the fullest.

Zhou Mingxie brushed his hair casually and walked towards him, grabbing a handful with malicious intentions as he passed by: "You're so energetic, haven't you done enough?"

"Get out of here." Mu Yang lit a cigarette.

With a "click", the flames lit up in "clusters".The warm candlelight blurred his smooth jawline, and he fainted in the water, so his eyes were as bright as fireflies.Zhou Mingshe looked down and felt his heart soften. He lowered his head, took a bite on his chin, and then wrapped his wet and dripping long hair with a towel: "I don't blow it, I'm waiting to catch a cold." ?”

Mu Yang raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Isn't there you?"

He deliberately lowered his head into Zhou Ming's arms, shook his head like a rattle drum, and threw all the water droplets on him.So Zhou Ming's nasal cavity was filled with the aroma of his shower gel and shampoo, which was faint and covered the smell of smoke.

Zhou Mingshea grabbed him, pinched his chin, and frowned.But there was no sense of blame in his eyes, he just looked down and pinched his face: "Puppy."

Mu Yang clapped his hands: "Who is the puppy?"

"You," Zhou Mingshea cupped his face, "you're a puppy." He scratched Mu Yang's waist, Mu Yang was afraid of tickle, and immediately shrank into his arms, so Zhou Mingsheath had to hold him contentedly , "My puppy's tail is wagging," he joked.

Mu Yang ignored him and took a puff of cigarette slowly.The smoke ring floated onto Zhou Mingshea's face, and Mu Yang raised his eyes with a smile.

Zhou Mingsheath wiped his hair clean and braided his hair into a three-strand braid.He fiddled with the little braid on the back of his head, leaned against Mu Yang and said, "Puppy tail."

Mu Yang was too lazy to be like a fool: "Wang." He said, "Satisfied? Sick."

Zhou Mingshe was satisfied.

He sat down next to Mu Yang and reached for the remaining half pack of cigarettes.However, as soon as he got it, he was snatched away by Mu Yang.Mu Yang looked down at the cigarette case, then stomped it down without hesitation and threw it into the trash can.He lay down on the bed and looked at Zhou Mingshea with a smile on his face: "Well, there's no more cigarettes." He said intentionally, "You can only smoke this one in my hand."

Just smoke one with me.

Holding the cigarette between his hands, he raised his eyebrows and waited for Zhou Ming's sheath to soften.But he miscalculated, the wolf always caught him by surprise—Zhou Ming sheathed over, held his hand and pressed it on top of his head, then bowed his head and kissed him.The tip of the tongue swept across every inch of the mouth, taking away the smell of smoke, and finally licked lightly on his palate: "Well, smoke this one. Yours."

Mu Yang squinted at him.

The world is extremely silent, only the sound of insects.Now and then there was the distant hum of a motorcycle engine, but it was fleeting.They finally met each other honestly, finally they could be entangled together, and quietly said a few words that only they knew.

So Zhou Mingshe couldn't help but put his face against his, and asked caressingly, "Why did you steal my photo?"

Mu Yang was afraid that sparks would fall on the back of Zhou Ming's sheath, so he casually pressed the cigarette out by the bedside: "It's just a little interest."

Zhou Mingshe said, "I ask you why."

Mu Yang thought for a moment: "Maybe I can't bear you."

A gust of wind blows the gauze curtain, and the moonlight floats in.Silver mist fell in Mu Yang's eyes, and he closed them. "I was really scared at the time. I didn't like myself, and I didn't want...you to like me. I didn't deserve it."

Zhou Mingshe rubbed the bones and muscles of his jaw with his thumb as punishment, outlining his face: "No nonsense."

Mu Yang curled his mouth: "Really. I'm really scared. I'm a muddleheaded person. What I said to you after I was drunk... are all true. I'm really scared."

He thought that Zhou Mingshen would continue to tell him not to be afraid, but his lover just hummed lightly, stroking his eye sockets, the bridge of his nose, and the peak of his lips.He opened his mouth for a long time, but he avoided answering, and asked in a nonchalant way: "I have known you for so long, and you haven't told me, what do you want to do in the future?"

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The author has something to say:

Well, it's good to have two feet on the gas within a few chapters.I like to let myself go.