meet on slag road

A deadly silence spread between the two, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze into ice suddenly.

Mu Qing looked at the silent Yu Yifeng, his eyes slowly dimmed: "You really already know."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and was about to get up to leave, but Yu Yifeng suddenly sighed deeply, stood up from the sofa, and sat beside Mu Qing.

Mu Qing tensed up the moment he approached, subconsciously stepped aside: "You—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the person who suddenly kissed him blocked him back.Mu Qing was stunned for a moment when her lips touched her, but soon turned to the guest and took the initiative to hook Yu Yifeng to deepen the kiss.

The wall clock on the wall silently changed the numbers, and Yunsi, who was sleeping on the sofa, seemed to be having a sweet dream, unconsciously stretched out her little paw, and pulled it up twice.

After the kiss was over, the four eyes met, Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing, who refused to lean in his arms honestly, but put his hands on his lap presumptuously, with a broken expression on his face, suddenly smiled and sighed .

He held Mu Qing's hand, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against the fingertips of the person in front of him, "I was indeed at... the dinner yesterday, and I overheard someone discussing your matter, and it was indeed because of this Sorry to make you worry, I'm sorry."

Yu Yifeng's apology was so formal, but Mu Qing was not used to it: "It's okay, I don't blame you, I really didn't have a good life before...pure heart."

"Purity and asceticism are what a monk should do. You are not a monk, but an adult man with normal physical needs. You are fine." Yu Yifeng lightly brought up the things that he had been brooding about yesterday and now, and brought Looking at Mu Qing with a smile, "Don't blame yourself for this, you are right, it was me who was wrong."

The tip of Yu Yifeng's nose was still pressed against Mu Qing's fingertips, and his hot breath fell between his fingers. His sincere eyes stared at the person close to him without blinking, affectionate and lingering: "The next step is my self-criticism. Time, would you like to hear my thoughts?"

Mu Qing hadn't recovered from Yu Yifeng's sudden apology. When he heard him ask this question, his fingertips flinched unconsciously, but he didn't make a shy response that fit the "Flower of Gaoling" like before. Instead, he retreated slightly, looked at Yu Yifeng and said, "If you want."

Yu Yifeng thought about it for a moment, and said, "The dinner party yesterday afternoon was full of customers who usually come and go. When everyone was chatting, they were a little outspoken. While talking, someone mentioned you."

"I did feel a little angry when I heard it just now, but this anger is not about how you used to be, but because of..."

He paused, ignoring the anger and doubts he felt towards Mu Qing when he heard it, and sighed slightly: "Because I'm very jealous."

"Jealous of someone being involved in your past life, jealous of them getting your smiles, hugs and kisses when I didn't know it, but at that time, I didn't even see your face."

"Last night I made countless assumptions, assuming that I came to Chaohai early, or earlier, and knew you when you were still wearing your school uniform. In this case, let alone what happened later, maybe your picture is wearing a school uniform I also took the picture of playing the piano—”

"Wait a minute," Mu Qing interrupted him, "Which photo?"

Yu Yifeng: ...

He suddenly remembered that his flipping through the photos in the human room that day did not seem to be an aboveboard behavior.

Seeing the guilty look on Yu Yifeng's face suddenly, Mu Qing frowned slightly and looked at him in disbelief: "Have you peeked at my photo album?"

Yu Yifeng coughed lightly: "When I came to your house for the first time, I did see the photo album you hid behind the poetry collection. But this photo is not in the photo album, I accidentally saw it under the cabinet. "

He took out his mobile phone, called up the photo in the album and showed it to Mu Qing: "This is it."

Mu Qing looked at the photo on his phone, and gave Yu Yifeng a faint look: "You still took it."

"It's my first time here, so I have to keep some souvenirs!" Yu Yifeng said bluntly, and then hurriedly changed the subject, "Anyway, I'm just jealous of that person and I care too much about you, so I didn't figure out what I was thinking for a while, so I didn't come to pick you up in time tonight, and I went too far just now, I... I'm sorry."

Mu Qing looked at his drooping eyebrows and suddenly asked, "How did your hand get hurt?"

Yu Yifeng didn't want Mu Qing to know that he was out of control, so he reached out and hugged him, buried his head on the side of his neck and took a bite: "This is really an accident. When I came out, there was a railing on the side of the road that fell down. I didn't see clearly, I stepped on the air and fell, and the back of my hand was scratched on the edge of the steps."

Mu Qing rested his chin lightly on his shoulder, and said softly, "So that's the case, then you should be more careful next time."

"Ah."

The warm atmosphere spread quietly in the room, as if the absurdity in the car just now had never happened.

Yu Yifeng kissed for a while, and soon felt that he was not satisfied, so he pushed Mu Qing down on the sofa with a little force on his hands: "Is it okay?"

Mu Qing looked at his longing eyes, and suddenly smiled: "If I say no, will you not do it?"

Yu Yifeng had been eager to move ever since he was helping him relieve himself in the car, but seeing him lying down obediently now, he wouldn't give up.

He lowered his head and kissed Mu Qing's shoulder and neck softly, and hummed softly, "You won't say no, will you?"

Mu Qing was silent for a moment, then put his arms around Yu Yifeng's back: "Well, I won't."

After everything was over, there was complete silence outside the window.

Yu Yifeng hugged Mu Qing contentedly and was about to fall asleep when the person in his arms suddenly pushed his arm away gently: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Do you want me to take you there?" Yu Yifeng lay on the bed and said lazily.

Mu Qing smiled: "No, I'm not a child."

He walked along the living room to the bathroom, but he didn't go in, but stood in front of the sink for a while.

The mirror on the wall was spotless, clearly showing the ambiguous marks on his shoulders and neck, Mu Qing stretched out his hand to caress his collarbone, and suddenly smiled silently.

Talking about business at the Canghai Hotel, I accidentally overheard others talking about myself, and accidentally broke my hand, just because of jealousy. …

He thought of the sweet words Yu Yifeng said in his ear just now when the love was strong, but his smile went cold again.

Yu Yifeng, you are so eloquent, can't you be more careful when making up stories?Why do you tell me some flawed lies every time I feel a little soft-hearted.

The white light streamed down from above, making Mu Qing's face in the mirror as pale as snow.

Whether you are soft-hearted or not, it is more direct to torture each other.