Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe tilted his head to look at him, quietly went over, hugged the bridge from behind, and poked his itchy flesh.

Bian Qiao turned his head to glance at him, twirled the mobile phone around and put it in his trouser pocket, and flicked the back of Gou Xiaohe's hand.

"I just feel... very awkward." Gou Xiaohe received a response, hugged him tighter, put his forehead on Bianqiao's shoulder blades, and confessed voluntarily.

Bianqiao let out a "hmm" and continued to look out with his arms propped up: "I feel it."

"Do you have to do that when you're in love?" Gou Xiaohe never really understood, "I think it's good for us to be like this. You like to be clean, but you always touch the bottom, you don't feel good about it, do you?"

Bianqiao raised one arm to support his face, and looked back at him.

"Don't give me a reason." He said to Gou Xiaohe.

Gou Xiaohe raised his eyes, put them on his shoulder and looked at him for a while, making sure that Bianqiao was not angry, and then continued to lower his eyes with an "oh".

"I'm very awkward, I think everyone would be awkward, right?" He rubbed Bianqiao's waist, "What if it were you?"

"Me?" Bianqiao raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of "what are you thinking about".

"You want to fuck me?" He stared at Gou Xiaohe with a dangerous tone and expression.

"Look." Gou Xiaohe felt that his reaction was a little cute, and couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile, "You will be awkward too."

"It's not about whether I'm awkward or not." Bian Qiao tugged at his arm, turned to face Gou Xiaohe, "Even if I'm not awkward, can you accept it?"

Gou Xiaohe was taken aback.

He seems... still can't accept it.

No, thinking about that scene, he seemed even more unacceptable.

"It's not about up and down, it's because you don't like me enough." Bian Qiao leaned against his forehead, and his voice became hoarse with the bending of his neck.

"I like you! I love you the most." Gou Xiaohe was afraid that he would feel that way, so he hurriedly supported Bian Qiao's face to confess, "But if you like it, you have to do... Love?"

He said those two words very lightly and vaguely, and they passed away as soon as they rolled from the tip of his tongue.

"Can't I prove that I like you if I don't do it?" He was also at a loss for Bian Qiao's standards.

"I don't want you to have sex with me." Bian Qiao stared at him for a while before speaking, "It's all I want from you."

"Your whole person, from the inside to the outside, give me everything."

"Understand?"

Gou Xiaohe didn't particularly understand.

This question could not be resolved that night, and neither of them could convince the other to give a perfect answer.

Fortunately, Bian Qiao seemed to have a better temper after falling in love, and he didn't force him.

"Then give me some time, I will try my best not to be awkward."

After Gou Xiaohe expressed his attitude to him like this, he didn't say anything, just grabbed Gou Xiaohe's waist and kissed him again.

With this guarantee, Gou Xiaohe can sleep well at night.

But he has many problems, he is afraid that Bian Qiao will do something too extreme, and at the same time he can't control himself, as soon as he gets on the bed, he greets people with all his arms and legs.To play with a mobile phone, you have to put a leg on Bianqiao's waist, hug it and rub it twice.

Bianqiao was rubbed by him, and before he put his arms around him and rubbed him, Gou Xiaohe wanted to pee again with his lower abdomen, and ran under the bed with his belly curled up.

Being woken up by Gou Xiaohe's stimulation for two consecutive mornings, Bian Qiao couldn't stand him anymore.

"You are really selfish, Gou Xiaohe."

Today is the day they check out and go home. They have to get up early in the morning to pack their tickets for the ten o'clock ticket.Bianqiao frowned, his head was frizzy, and he lifted the quilt to wash up.

"When you get home, sleep by yourself, don't run to my bed."

"Ah?" Gou Xiaohe was anxious when he heard what he said, and pulled the bridge to hang on him.

"Don't," he clung to Bianqiao's neck, "I feel uncomfortable if I don't cling to you, and I don't feel at ease."

Bian Qiao pulled him off, leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, and looked at him impatiently.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He suddenly pulled Gou Xiaohe's hand, pressed it on his body, and raised his eyebrows and asked him a little viciously, "Who is suffering?"

Gou Xiaohe felt the tactile sensation in his palm, his face blushed quickly even though there was a layer of fabric separated.

He also has this thing himself, and he has been looking at the outline of Bianqiao through Kuzi for the past few days, but what he sees and touches really does not bring the same feeling.

And for some reason, what flashed through his mind at this moment was the photo he secretly took while Bian Qiao was ill.

It's still on his phone now.

"You're so hot." He pulled back his hand meaningfully, but didn't move away, and muttered in a low voice.

Bianqiao's breathing suddenly sank, and he dragged him into the bathroom by pulling his arm.

It's just a favor, and it's not a serious business for Bian Qiao - after all, his starting point is too high in this, and the first time he has to deal with is Gou Xiaohe's leg.

But for Gou Xiaohe, when he actually touched the side bridge and got him out, the shock was no less than that time.

Bian Qiao was still holding his waist, lazily hugging him behind his back to breathe slowly, he was already red from head to face, and squeezed hand sanitizer to wash his hands for a long time.

After flushing, he secretly lifted it up and smelled his palm.

"Don't smell it." Bianqiao's hoarse voice came from behind his ears, and he almost bent over and got under the platform.

Bian Qiao laughed through his nasal cavity, and stretched out his hand towards him, intending to take the opportunity to help Gou Xiaohe.

"No, no, no," Gou Xiaohe immediately grabbed his neck, twisted his body and walked out, "I don't need it now."

Bian Qiao didn't stop him, but the ease and joy in his eyes also subsided a lot with the movement of Gou Xiaohe slipping out.

Gou Xiaohe couldn't feel anything, as if he had completed a task, he ran out of the bathroom to breathe a sigh of relief, and continued to clean up all kinds of odds and ends.

When they moved in, the two of them were empty-handed. For three days, they didn't know why they had so much old food and clothing that they almost couldn't fit in the suitcase.

"I thought I didn't want to go home that much. I don't know why I suddenly want to go home today."

While tidying up, he talked happily to himself, and he didn't care if Bian Qiao heard or not.

"I miss the dog, and I also want to eat the mochi outside our community, and the one we always go to before, what is it called? The poplar nectar at that shop."

It took a while for Bianqiao to reply dully from the bathroom: "Fuck you."

Excluding the time to check out and call for a car to go to the high-speed rail station, the time for them to check the tickets and enter the station was just right. After stuffing their luggage and sitting on their seats, the bullet train just started.

Gou Xiaohe and Bian Qiao each answered two calls. Gou Xiaohe's call was from Auntie and Hu Yuan; out who.

My aunt and Hu Yuan had nothing to do on the phone, they were always asking when he would be back.

Hu Yuan wanted to plan the time to come and play with him, and Auntie arranged the time in advance so that it would be convenient to pick them up at the station.

Gou Xiaohe felt that there was no need to bother her, but in the end, the aunt was still talking in such a hurry, she kept saying "I know it", and hung up the phone.

Bianqiao's phone hadn't been hung up yet, seeing that Gou Xiaohe's call ended, he changed the phone to talk.

"What?" Gou Xiaohe tried to eavesdrop and failed, so he grabbed his shoulder and asked with his mouth.

"Yeah, okay, just watch and let go." Bianqiao put his palm on Gou Xiaohe's head, and pushed him aside, "Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Bian Qiao's arm slid down, pinching the back of his neck casually.

Sitting next to them was a family of three, young parents with a little girl.

Gou Xiaohe was pinched quite comfortably, but when he turned his head, the little girl was holding a small bag in her arms, and she was looking at them with her head tilted, her eyes blinking.

Meeting the child's eyes, Gou Xiaohe was a little embarrassed, turned his neck, and took off Bianqiao's hand.

"What's the matter?" Bian Qiao was still pressing his phone, and glanced up at him.

"No." Gou Xiaohe whispered, "There are children."

He put Bian Qiao's hand between the two of them, rubbed the back of his hand, and pinched his fingertips to play.

"I used to think that if you gave birth to a daughter in the future, it would be beautiful." He said to Bianqiao as soon as he thought about it, "Didn't everyone say that daughters follow father?"

Bian Qiao didn't answer his words, but turned his face away and stared at Gou Xiaohe for several seconds.

When the conductor selling products came over, Gou Xiaohe's attention was immediately drawn away, and he didn't think about whether his daughter would follow her father or not.

My aunt agreed very well, asked about the time and train number, and wanted to pick up the child.

As a result, both of their cars arrived at the station, and they called my aunt, but she forgot about it before she came out of the company.

"Ah, it's okay." Gou Xiaohe smiled, he was hardly surprised by the result.

My aunt said a few more good words and told Gou Xiaohe and the others to go home first, and then take them to eat delicious food in the evening.

On the way back to the villa after calling the car, the closer he was to his home, the more Gou Xiaohe felt that he couldn't think about the dog box.

"Bian Qiao, are you afraid that Gou Xiaohe will stop kissing you if you continue like this?" Gou Xiaohe suddenly thought of this problem he had been struggling with.

Bian Qiao lowered the car window and looked out the window, thought for a while before looking at him and answering: "Not before."

It didn't mean before, but it does now.

"I think so too." Gou Xiaohe nodded in agreement.

Looking at the driver through the rearview mirror, he secretly clasped Bianqiao's hand in the back row, rubbing his palms together for fun.

Back at the villa, just before the door was opened after entering the small courtyard, the barking of the dog Xiaohe came faintly, accompanied by the sound of digging the door.

Gou Xiaohe opened the door to hug it, and it jumped and circled towards Gou Xiaohe, then went straight to the side bridge and rushed over, flicking its tail and moaning, it was so sticky for some reason.

"It seems that you don't have to worry about it now." Gou Xiaohe came over and rubbed Gou Xiaohe's head again. Seeing that they were tired and crooked, and didn't know who to be jealous of, he simply dragged his luggage into the house.

Bian Qiao didn't go in the front yard, but when he heard Gou Xiaohe walk into the living room, he yelled "Ah!".

Rusting sounds came from the living room, and after Gou Xiaohe called out "Bianqiao" twice, he grabbed the dog Xiaohe by the chin and brought it back to the house together.

Gou Xiaohe was circling around the dining table, the expression on his face was incredible and full of surprise.

There was a pile of food on the table, mochi, poplar nectar, and the ones he said he wanted to eat at the hotel in the morning, all of which were bought back for some reason.

"Did you order it in advance?" Seeing Bianqiao come in, Gou Xiaohe jumped on him with a paper bag of mochi, his eyes brightened with a smile, "Didn't you let me eat farts!"

Bian Qiao reached out to steady him, Gou Xiaohe's joy was so contagious that the corners of his mouth also lifted.

"Why are you so nice! Baby!"

Gou Xiaohe's heart softened, he hugged and kissed Bianqiao, and didn't let go for a long time, so anxious that Gou Xiaohe spun around their legs.

Bian Qiao let him kiss blindly on the face, supported Gou Xiaohe around, pressed him on the armrest of the sofa against the wall, and looked at him in front of him.

"Gou Xiaohe."

Gou Xiaohe raised his chin and kissed him.

Bian Qiao paused, pinched his chin, and asked Gou Xiaohe to listen to him first.

"Gou Xiaohe, I don't like people, I'm not used to expressing, and I'm not good at showing favor."

He said to Gou Xiaohe with a very soft voice, very complicated eyes, and a very serious tone.

"I'm learning, forcing myself to correct some... very bad things."

"So can you like me a little more?"

"Don't hide from me. Or I might really..."

Otherwise I might really go crazy.

Bian Qiao couldn't finish the last sentence.

Gou Xiaohe listened to his previous words, his heart was so soft that his eyes were sore, he just put his arms on the back of his head recklessly, and repeated his promise to him: "I love you the most, and I will always like you."