the moon in the attic

Yan Yang was wearing a thin sweater, his shoulders were pressed against the wall by Han Yu, feeling a little cold.

Different from the domineering and arrogant movements, Han Yu's kiss was very regular. At the beginning, it was just tentatively sticking to Yan Yang's lips, with a cherished and restrained force.

There was the same warmth on the lips of the two, and neither of them made a next move.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalesshhhh,' Han Yu said, his lips were still rubbing against Yan Yang, his movements were warm, and he asked politely, "Can I?"

Yan Yang didn't say anything, but the hand on the back of Han Yu's neck moved down slightly, and put it on Han Yu's shoulder.

Han Yu put the schoolbag in his hand on the ground, stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Yang's waist, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to gently lick Yan Yang's lips.

Yan Yang opened his lips slightly, and the tip of Han Yu's tongue slipped in.

He obviously doesn't know how to kiss, his movements are jerky and reckless, the tip of his tongue is entangled with Yan Yang, but his teeth clumsily hit the corners of Yan Yang's lips.

But Yan Yang has never kissed anyone before, so he can't provide experience, so he can only cooperate with instinct.

They continued to kiss intermittently, and couldn't help continuing as soon as their lips parted. The two hearts were pressed against each other across the ribs, bouncing noisily.

After a long time, Han Yu withdrew one hand from Yan Yang's waist. Yan Yang looked at him, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, they just looked at each other with blushing faces.

Han Yu pursed his lips, and buried his head in Yan Yang's neck.

His action was so innocent that Yan Yang's breath was stagnant, and he almost couldn't hold back and pounced on him.

After a while, he patted Han Yu's back and asked hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Han Yu's voice was muffled on his shoulders, "I feel like I'm dreaming."

Yan Yang wanted to look at him, but felt that being relied on by Han Yu was very satisfying, so he just stroked his hair, "Why?"

Han Yu said without thinking, "Baabaa, I really like you."

Yan Yang was caught off guard and confessed again, and cleared his throat to say a few nice words, but he was too embarrassed to speak when the words came to his lips, so he tilted his head and kissed Han Yu's ear, "Well, I see. "

Han Yu buried himself in his neck for a while, then awkwardly picked up the schoolbag he had just thrown on the ground, and asked Yan Yang, "Let's go?"

Seeing his funny reaction, Yan Yang couldn't help teasing him, "Aren't you shy?"

Han Yu said with a straight face and a flat tone, "I'm not shy."

After he finished speaking, he didn't give Yan Yang a chance to speak again. He dragged him downstairs, and Yan Yang followed him. After two steps, he suddenly stood on the steps and refused to leave.

Han Yu could only ask again, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang was also a little embarrassed, and half-truthfully said, "It's a little inconvenient to move."

Han Yu didn't understand what he meant, and turned his head to look at him again.

Although there were only the two of them in the corridor, Yan Yang still felt ashamed and waved his hand to signal Han Yu to come closer.

Han Yu leaned over and put his ear against his lips.

Yan Yang closed his eyes, thinking of breaking the jar and not being able to be alone, he deliberately said stickyly, "It's reacting."

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment, and was about to stand up straight, but Yan Yang quickly pulled him back and kissed him on the ear.

He was hugged by Yan Yang's neck, and he was stiff and motionless. Yan Yang continued, "My brother Han Han kissed so fiercely, I couldn't help thinking about some messy things."

As soon as Yan Yang finished speaking, Han Yu turned around and hugged him again. The two staggered a few steps on the steps, and Han Yu kissed him again.

Although Yan Yang deliberately teased him, he didn't expect such a big reaction from him, but he was still very happy after kissing him again, but somewhere where he was about to calm down, he became more serious again.

Han Yu was panting heavily, and this time it was a bit fierce. A kiss seemed to eat Yan Yang alive. When the corner of Yan Yang's mouth hurt, he tasted the smell of blood.

Han Yu immediately let go of him, raised his hand to touch him nervously, and stammered, "I..."

He raised his hand and lightly touched the corner of Yan Yang's lips, Yan Yang turned his head reflexively, and Han Yu felt even more guilty, "I'm sorry."

He looked serious, as if biting the corner of Yan Yang's mouth was some heinous thing, and also as if Yan Yang was some untouchable treasure, Yan Yang's heart softened.

He pinched Han Yu's fingers and took his hand downstairs, "No need to apologize."

Han Yu followed him quietly, and the two walked to the place where Yan Yang parked. Yan Yang took the schoolbag on his back, pushed the car and said, "Go up."

Han Yu walked aside with him, and said without any explanation, "I'll see you off."

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows, "Where are you sending it?"

Han Yu said seriously, "You can send it anywhere."

Yan Yang started laughing again, and stepped into the car with long legs, casually resting on the sides, "Is it okay to send it home?"

"Yes." Han Yu said without hesitation.

Yan Yang glanced upstairs and teased him, "Aren't you worried that grandma is alone at home now?"

Han Yu didn't know how to answer these words, so he had to repeat stubbornly, "Send you off."

In fact, if it were Yan Yang, he might say, "I am also worried about you going home alone" or "I don't want to be separated from you", but the other party is Han Yu, so he is destined not to be able to say any of these two sentences .

Yan Yang slowly tapped the ground with his foot for a while, and felt that this gesture was too silly, so he simply got off and pushed the cart to walk with Han Yu.

After ten o'clock in the evening, there was no one on Yinghui Road, and the shadows of the two were stretched very long. The only sound on the road was their footsteps and the sound of bicycle wheels turning.

Yan Yang liked such a quiet atmosphere, but had to break it, "Brother Han Han, I forgot to ask you."

Han Yu looked at him and motioned for him to ask.

Yan Yang licked his lips, organized his words before asking, "Have you always liked boys?"

After he finished asking, he felt that it was not appropriate, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Han Yu didn't find it difficult to answer this question, and nodded frankly, "Yes."

Seeing him so happy, Yan Yang felt something was wrong, so he asked reflexively, "Then you liked someone else before?"

This time Han Yu didn't answer directly, but instead asked Yan Yang, "What about you? Have you ever liked someone before?"

Yan Yang said, "Of course not."

Realizing that Han Yu had set him up, he pursed his lips, "I asked you first, but you didn't say anything."

"I've never liked anyone else." Han Yu said.

Yan Yang stared straight at him, hesitated for a long time before giving a false cough, "Then how do you know...the one you like is a boy."

After he finished asking, his face became a little hot, and he stopped looking at Han Yu, and lowered his head to wait for Han Yu's answer.

Han Yu suddenly laughed lightly, Yan Yang raised his head immediately, and asked viciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Han Yu touched his hair with his hand, and asked, "Don't you know whether you like boys or girls?"

"How do I know?" Yan Yang frowned, "I've never liked anyone before."

Yan Yang has had many suitors since he was a child. Someone wanted to marry him when he was just in kindergarten. I don’t know how many love letters he received when he was a little older. It might be too narcissistic to say it, but Yan Yang grew up so old, I really didn’t like him. other people.

His words greatly pleased Han Yu, Han Yu's expression was no longer so flat, his eyes were smiling, but he said, "Well, I got it."

When they reached the intersection while they were talking, Yan Yang stopped and said to Han Yu, "Go back."

This road is very bright and there are many cars. Yan Yang will disappear from Han Yu's sight after riding on the car. Han Yu doesn't want to let him go just like that.

He held Yan Yang's handlebars and asked nonchalantly, "What should I do if I can't be assigned to a class in the next class placement test?"

Yan Yang suddenly started laughing for some reason, Han Yu looked at him helplessly for a long time, Yan Yang suppressed his smile and said, "I thought of an interesting word."

"What word?" Han Yu asked.

"Cross-class love," Yan Yang said with a smile, "If you are assigned to Class [-], there is a classroom between us, and if you are assigned to Class [-], there is a wall between us."

Han Yu didn't follow suit, he said, "That's not good."

Yan Yang was itchy again by what he said, and asked deliberately, "What's wrong?"

Han Yu looked at him accusingly, but refused to speak.

Yan Yang looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, raised his hand and pulled Han Yu by the corner of his clothes to pull him closer, and said absentmindedly, "We are now... in a relationship, right?"

Han Yu pursed his lips, "Yes."

Yan Yang's heart was so sweet that it hurt, and he almost said in a breathy voice, "Then call me."

Han Yu's voice was also a little hoarse, he shouted, "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Other things." Yan Yang moved his lips, speaking with reluctance, but his face turned red again.

Han Yu looked at him for a while, and rarely reacted quickly, "Boyfriend."

Yan Yang fell onto Han Yu's shoulder instantly, leaving only the back of his head in shame.

Cars were passing by on the road, and occasionally there was a sound of a car, followed by a flash of light, casting short and long shadows of the two of them.

Yan Yang pressed his forehead against Han Yu's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Say it again."

"Boyfriend." Han Yu shouted.

Yan Yang shook his head, "It's not this sentence."

Han Yu helped him support the car, and rested his other hand restraintly and discreetly on his waist, "Which sentence?"

Yan Yang: "That sentence in the corridor."

As the night wind picked up, Yan Yang's broken hair brushed against Han Yu's tense chin, and he said, "I like my sentence."

Han Yu turned his head to look at Yan Yang, because he didn't need to look at each other, so his desire and liking were undisguised, and he said, "Baa, I like you."

Yan Yang whispered, "I can't hear you clearly."

Han Yu said again, "Yan Yang, I like you."

"Can't hear clearly."

"Yan Yang, I like you."

"I like you."

"I like you."