【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

Warning: Sexual descriptions.

Covering my face, I'm so bloody that I'm ashamed...

PS, Unified Q&A: This article is also collected in the notebook, the typesetting wants to kill me [-] times a day!But I don't care!If there is no Guest, I will fill in the Guest part myself! (snort)

The two stayed in this house in Gordon Square until closing, and then had to reluctantly leave.When I got back outside, the sky was mostly dark, and it was only four o'clock when I looked at the watch.After seeing the time, Minglou saw that Mingcheng had just withdrawn his hand, and said casually, "Don't forget to dial the clock."

Mingcheng smiled: "I dialed it as soon as I crossed the sea. But the weather is really bad, and it gets dark like this at four o'clock."

"Yunhou. You can still catch up with dinner when you go back now - although there is nothing delicious. Or do you want to eat outside? Of course there is nothing delicious." Minglou said apologetically.

"Let's go back." Mingcheng recalled something at this point, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, and said a little annoyed, "I knew I would bring you more food."

Minglou laughed, took it and returned half of it to him.Mingcheng was amused by him, and said softly: "Mr. Ming, give me half of everything?"

"I can give you all." Minglou finished eating the chocolate, didn't bother to take out his handkerchief for a while, and subconsciously licked his fingers. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mingcheng staring at him, and laughed, "Don't do that." Look at me."

After saying this, Minglou leaned into Mingcheng's ear and said almost silently: "This country is willing to let Wilde go to hard labor. It's not too late to go back and see me after closing the door."

Mingcheng thought with satisfaction: Well, it really is Minglou.

Minglou has lived in the student dormitory of LSE for the past six months. The location is very good. From the window of the room, he can see the general himself on Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square.Before entering the dormitory, Minglou pointed out to Mingcheng the location of the National Art Museum, indicating that Cheng must like it, but unfortunately this place has been closed, and it is not too late to go there tomorrow morning.

They put down their luggage and went to have dinner-the British government encourages canteens and meals at this time, and the time for eating is fixed, and no one is allowed to wait after the deadline.So after being away from England for many years, the first dinner that Mingcheng ate was like this: bacon and bean soup (of course there is very little bacon, and there is no lean meat), not delicious carrots and parsnips (the British have all Vegetables were undercooked with no flair), and the bread had an odd texture (bread with no butter for dinner).But what left the deepest impression on him was a plate of something he had no idea what it looked or tasted at first.Later, Ming Lou told him that there is a shortage of fresh eggs in the UK now, and all the fried eggs available to the general public are basically made with something called dehydrated egg powder.

The whole of Europe is undergoing post-war reconstruction, but Belgium, for example, was occupied by Germany early and did not suffer too much war. Although everyone's life is far from what it was before the war, it is by no means deprived to the extent that Britain is.

Probably seeing what Mingcheng was thinking, Minglou told him, "I heard that Germany and Russia are even worse."

"Is Britain going to host the Olympic Games next year?" He only said half.

Minglou just smiled when he heard the words: "There will be a solution. The war is over, the worst is over, what else can't survive?"

Because the dinner was really unpalatable, and because they knew it well, they finished eating quickly. On the way back, Minglou asked Mingcheng if he was full, and Mingcheng nodded: "It's too unpalatable. So eat a little." I'm full."

After speaking, he looked at Minglou sadly: "You..."

Of course Minglou knew what he wanted to say: "I'm used to it. And everyone is like this."

There is a guest room in the dormitory building, and Mingcheng booked one, but he never went in after getting the key, and he has no plans to go in tonight.The two went straight back to Minglou's room. Mingcheng originally wanted to unpack his luggage and find something to feed Minglou, but when he entered the door, the sound of the door closing still echoed in the room. Minglou had already hugged Mingcheng from behind: "Ah sincere."

He called him in a low voice, Mingcheng responded, Minglou still called him, and didn't say anything else after calling his name, clasped his hands on Mingcheng's chest, put his cheek on his back, and tossed and turned gently .

For a moment Mingcheng's heart softened, he patted Minglou's hand, thought about grabbing it and kissing it: "...you let me take a bath."

He spoke lightly, and felt embarrassed immediately after he finished speaking, and refused to speak anymore, turned around with great effort, held Minglou's face, and kissed Minglou.

Their hands were a bit cold - the food didn't provide enough heat and it took a while to warm up.During the kiss, Mingcheng's nose hit Minglou's glasses, and when he opened his eyes, the glasses were covered with white gas from the two of them, and they both laughed again.

After finally ending the kiss, Minglou let Mingcheng take a bath unwillingly but happily, found pajamas for him, and then gave him soap: "You may not believe it. Even soap is rationed in Britain now. Some There are many children in the family, so there is nothing to do, and the old man does not report when he dies, and uses the ration of the dead to the living."

Mingcheng said, "In Shanghai back then, many people were the same."

Speaking of this, the two fell silent suddenly.The motherland cannot be thought of. When I think of it, it is full of unspeakable sorrow.Mingcheng pursed his lips, and changed the subject first: "Where is the bathroom?"

Many old dormitory bathrooms in the UK are in the corridor, and there is only one sink in the room. Minglou took Mingcheng to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, and went into the other one by himself.

Fuel was in short supply, and the hot water was not hot enough, so the shower was very fast, but when Minglou returned to the room, he found that Mingcheng was even faster, wearing his pajamas and overcoat, and still kept his bare feet. He is sitting on the corner of his bed flipping through his thesis.

The lights in the dormitory were not bright, but his feet on the carpet were blindingly white.

After moving to Leuven, the two finally ended their long-term life of restraint that was half-deliberate and half-constrained by the current situation, and they lived a life that was like glue.As long as there are only the two of them, it will be difficult for Minglou to hide his fascination with Mingcheng, and so is Mingcheng, so no matter what time it is, it will always be absurd and sweet.After all, they can't get married, and they won't have children, but Ming Lou thinks it's the best, nothing better, this person is completely his own, his family member, his half body, and all of him.

So next, he did a rather childish thing to Mingcheng who was looking up at him: he took out the paper in Mingcheng's hand, leaned over by himself, and kissed Mingcheng's hand.

Mingcheng's hands trembled after being kissed by him, and he had to withdraw his hand to go to Shunminglou's hair.Minglou's hair was hard, and it didn't fit right after washing, and it made his palms a little itchy. At this moment, Minglou knelt down between Mingcheng's legs, raised his face and looked for another kiss.

The kiss after a farewell is always very sweet, Minglou's hand reaches into Mingcheng's pajamas, wraps his arms around his bare and smooth back, climbs up along the spine bone by bone, and hears Mingcheng rushing again After getting up and panting, he slid down, unhooked the belt of the pajama pants, and rubbed the back of his waist familiarly, until he felt Mingcheng's sigh and trembling like begging for forgiveness, then he let go of his mouth and bit his Adam's apple.

Mingcheng woke up suddenly: "...we have to go out tomorrow!"

Minglou said vaguely: "Then come out..." He enthusiastically licked Mingcheng, licking the slight teeth marks he had left on Mingcheng's throat.

Mingcheng was bitten by him until he trembled, and even a little bit unconvinced, he unbuttoned Minglou's pajamas in one go, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and back, and pulled him up with his legs.When he fell on the bed, he heard a loud "creak", which made the two people who were in love involuntarily slow down, and then looked at each other.

"This bed..." Mingcheng blushed immediately, and after thinking for a while, he had nothing else to say, "Your bed is too old."

Minglou obviously only realized this. When he lifted his body, his hair fell down, covering half of his forehead. His expression looked a little fierce. After a while, he took a breath and said, "I didn't think so before."

Mingcheng stretched out his hand and knocked on the wall, only to find that it was very thin, and the sound insulation might not be expected.Only then did he temporarily wake up from his obsession, looked at Minglou, pointed at the wall, and asked him silently: "What should I do?"

Minglou was usually alone, and never thought of this. When asked, he was very quick-witted. He pointed to the floor, then pointed to the wall next to the window, and asked in his ear, "Shut up?"

After speaking, he licked Mingcheng's lips again, and then avoided Mingcheng's slap in time.

But at this point, calling a stop is absolutely impossible.

There is too little open space in the dormitory, the two adult men are really in a dilemma, Mingcheng had no choice but to hold Minglou's hand and walk to the wall next to the window.The moment his back touched the cold wall, Mingcheng shivered unconsciously, but soon the coldness was nothing, and the trembling was nothing more—Minglou knelt down.

Ming Louzai kissed him carefully, and raised one of his legs to rest on his shoulder.Mingcheng was so kissed by him that he wanted to escape, but there was a wall behind him, there was really nowhere to escape.

The two people who had been deliberately suppressing their voices when their fingers were inserted into their bodies both hissed—Mingcheng was stimulated, but Minglou was in pain. He was so confused that he even had chilblains on his hands. Forgot all about it.

The two looked at each other again, Mingcheng's eyes were wet, he gave Minglou a glare first, then leaned down to kiss him viciously: "Is it on purpose?"

But don't ask him to answer after finishing speaking, and expand yourself.

He was embarrassed to ask Minglou for something.Looking around, what could be in this room?Can't take the butter out, er, it's better not to.But he was kissed very wet by Minglou, and it was not difficult to get his fingers in, but it was embarrassing. If he wanted to escape back to the bed, he had better wrap him in a quilt, and it would be dark—anyway, they knew each other so well, every vital point and every inch The skin can't hide it - just the bed is not good.

Mingcheng thought bitterly.

But at this time, it really came true, and without any warning, the lights went out.

The sudden plunge into darkness caused Mingcheng to pause. After a while, Minglou's voice sounded. Only by listening carefully can he hear a bit of regret: "Power cut. The switch is turned on."

Knowing that it was useless in the dark, Mingcheng still couldn't help but stare at him: such important information, why didn't he say it earlier!

Thinking of this, he remembered that the case was put in the wallet, and the wallet was stuffed in the pocket of the coat. Now this black light, where is he going to touch the coat.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Minglou held his waist unpreparedly, comforted his wet front end very considerately, and at the same time asked in his ear: "...are you alright?"

Mingcheng was so angry that he bit him lightly, but the next moment, he almost couldn't catch his breath—Minglou took his hand away, picked up one of his legs, and pushed in slowly and heavily.At the same time, there is also a sweaty forehead, scorching hot, like a patient with a high fever.

Mingcheng knew that it was because of desire.

Whether it was lubricated or not, for a moment Mingcheng felt as if his scalp was being pulled firmly, he gasped for breath, hugged Minglou's shoulder with one hand, and danced wildly in the air a few times with the other , and pulled the window sill with his backhand.

This posture is too unfamiliar, but it does not prevent the two of them from quickly adjusting their positions. Mingcheng indulged Minglou in his body, his back was completely wet, and he was hit by Minglou's movements. It hurt to be nailed to the wall, but it was more difficult to bear. He raised his head with difficulty, trying to say something, but Minglou reached out his hand first, and put it into his mouth.

Mingcheng thought dazedly, he could bite him.It is also right to eat him.

But when the matter came to an end, he only used the hot and humid tip of his tongue to lick Minglou's fingertips, every frostbite on his joints.

They are too familiar with each other, everything is learned from each other, or learned together, every change can not escape each other's eyes.

Many sounds disappeared in the darkness, such as the low sound of electric lights passing by; but other sounds were amplified infinitely, the sound of kissing, the sound of flesh touching and colliding, the sound of water, and the sound of panting.Minglou covered Mingcheng's mouth with his backhand, and pushed hard into his body, feeling that the other person's body was so hot and willing to open to him, and bowed to him, every inch was so intimately fitted.The lips in the palm of his hand kept opening and closing silently, and the moist and hot breath spit out on his skin, he knew what Mingcheng was talking about, of course he could see Mingcheng's appearance at this moment——

They really don't need lights.

And Mingcheng talked about it, nothing more than two words, nothing more than calling him.

Ming Lou.

Minglou.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, blocked Mingcheng's with his own lips, transferred his own name from his mouth to his own, and returned it to him even more vigorously, and returned it to every place his lips could touch.

Finally, he came to the side of Mingcheng's neck, where there was a scar, which he gave and sewed up.

Minglou thought of the porcelain they saw in the afternoon, Xuande's moon-holding vase, white body, sumaliqing, painted with happy plum shoots, so beautiful, only a piece of the bottle mouth was broken, and it was carefully repaired with gold powder and raw lacquer , has a different kind of enchanting beauty.But people are not porcelain vases, once a scar is left, it will be a permanent mark.He has left so many imprints on Mingcheng, only one, which will never fade away, but also only one, which he sincerely hopes to never have.

It's a pity that there is nothing to do again, he can only kiss it over and over again, and his fiery breath lingers on it, like stamps one after another.He really has nothing left for Mingcheng, let alone a scar.

Young Master Minglou, who hadn't been willful for many years, thought willfully.

As soon as he was distracted, Mingcheng immediately noticed it, and asked in a soft nasal voice.Minglou smiled secretly, feeling Mingcheng's body sweetly holding him back, collected himself, found Mingcheng's lips, and told him what he was thinking just now, forehead to forehead.

After finishing speaking, Minglou thought that he had really changed. If it was before, he would not even bother to say this.

Who knew that Mingcheng laughed immediately after listening to it, imitating his speech: "Nonsense."

After finishing speaking, she leaned into his ear and told him intermittently: "...you gave me everything. You gave me yourself too."

Then, following Minglou's movements, he entangled him more and more tightly, and he stopped grabbing the window, and just wanted to hug Minglou, Minglou's shoulders and neck, Minglou's waist and back, without nails. His fingers wanted to sink into the depths of his skin, and he didn't know who was worthy of being called "snake".

Winter in the UK is very cold, windy, and heating is not very useful, but this small corner in this small room is really comparable to midsummer.

Even without witnesses, it is indeed a summer day.