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Shen Qingye was pushed onto the bed while being kissed by him.

The mouth was bitten haphazardly, the teeth were clenched together hard, only the roots of the teeth felt numb, and the nerves were throbbing with pain.

A button of his trousers fell off, and the sweater couldn't be taken off. Xi Wen cursed angrily.Just gnaw on the exposed skin, a bite will be a mark.

Shen Qingye couldn't stop being bitten by him, pinched his chin and raised his face, "Are you a dog? Biting people?"

Xi Wen's eyes were red, his eyes were angry and aggrieved, "Where did he touch you?"

Shen Qingye wrapped Xi Wen's waist to pull him off his body a little bit, lightened his strength, and touched his face, "I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Xi Wen bit his cheek like masochistic, "When did it happen?"

"Not long ago, when the scene was being filmed, I was unconscious."

His body was shaking, and Xi Wen was so angry that it seemed that his treasured things had been soiled. "You lied to me."

"What did I lie to you about?"

"It's mine," Xi Wen's voice was trembling with anger, "Just now you said you miss me and like me, but there was Lan Yu in the past, and now there is Wu Ting, you are clearly putting your mind to death, that is A big liar."

Shen Qingye's expression changed when he heard that Wu Lanyu was involved again, he held his face, lowered his head to look at every emotional involvement on his face, it was cut precisely like a scalpel, making it impossible to hide.

Xi Wen knew how jealous and snarky she was now, with seven emotions on her face and distorted facial features, she must be ugly, sniffing her nose to hide, but her jaw was firmly pinched and she couldn't move.He was embarrassed, "Don't keep staring at me, I'm not wrong!"

Shen Qingye looked at him for a while, but said in a cold voice, "You have been away for eight years. I have not only one Wu Ting, but also other lovers. Who are you to me? Who do you expect to protect you like a jade?" ?"

Xi Wen was stunned, blinked, and felt that he heard it wrong, "You lied to me, right?"

Shen Qingye's eyes were half-downcast, his expression was indifferent and alienated, he didn't mean to be joking at all, he pinched his earlobe forcefully, "How old are you? Are you still a child? When someone else takes your favorite toy, you cry and make noise. If you really want it that much, grab it back yourself. If you lose it yourself, do you still want someone else to keep it for you? How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Xi Wen was stiff and motionless.

Shen Qingye let go, took half a step back, crossed his arms and took off the sweater and threw it aside. When his body stretched, he revealed a thin waist and abdomen, and brushed his messy hair with his hands, a few strands of hair fell down The side of the narrow and long eyes, the eyelids are raised, there is a lazy and undisciplined energy, "How about it, do you still want to sleep with me now?"

Xi Wen looked at him, his eyelashes trembling, and it took him a long time to say in a low voice, "Yes."

Shen Qingye lowered his eyes and smiled, as if he wasn't surprised at all.

Shen Qingye stepped forward, covered his eyes, pecked his lips lightly, and pulled him into his arms.Xi Wen's movements softened, eyelashes swept across his palm, Shen Qingye felt his palm was wet, knowing that the person in his arms was crying again.

Shen Qingye was a little surprised, he never felt that Xi Wen was so crying-loving before, at most his eyes were red, tears are such a thing that he would hold back even if he gritted his teeth.It is too embarrassing to cry in front of others, he is not used to showing weakness, and there is nothing worthy of his high regard and heart.He doesn't care much about gains and losses, successes and failures that most people care about.What he really cares about may not even be clear to him.

Shen Qingye took his hand away, a drop of water meandered down his palm, ran across the lines of his hand, and dripped from his wrist.

"Why are you crying?" He wiped away the moisture under his eyes with his fingers, and then slid all the way down to his lips to rub lightly. The touched lips opened, and his fingers were sucked into his mouth.

"I'm not happy." His voice was low and hoarse, his Adam's apple rolled, and the air was moist and sticky, weaving into an entangled love web.

Letting go of the fingers, he raised his neck and asked for a kiss. There was still the smell of tobacco in his mouth. He swept across the teeth, palate, and walls, and searched for that bitter taste until he couldn't taste it at all.

Shen Qingye put his arms around the shoulders of the person in his arms, turned the person over, touched down from the spine, the muscles were thin, the moon-white back was smooth and flexible, he was much thinner than before, he could easily feel the shape of the bones, the shape of the brows Frowning slightly, he patted lightly, "What do you eat, you're almost out of shape."

Soon there were fingerprints, the air was slightly cool, there was no pain but shame.

His back stiffened immediately, and Xi Wen grabbed the bed sheet in embarrassment. He had never been beaten before, and it was extremely embarrassing. His face was buried in the quilt, the fine hairs on his neck were sensitive and trembling, and a little redness from the base of his ears spread to his toes.The sloppiness just now couldn't come out, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

The back stretches, bends, the lighting is ambiguous, whimsical and daring.

Measure from the depression of the waist inch by inch to the protrusion of the coccyx.

Grab the heel of the leg and pull it up, the person under him is as tame as a lamb ready to be slaughtered.

Sweat and tears wet the sheets, and there was a splash of water, and there were several noises in his throat.

Shen Qingye leaned down, and gently pecked the back of his neck comfortingly, his hand sank into the scalp with only green stubble left, it was faintly prickling, the pain was subtle but addictive.He also somewhat missed the curly and soft hair tips in the past, and the flamboyant red splashed on the white sheets, as warm as a handful of blooming roses, so bright that people couldn't move their eyes.

In the dark night outside the hotel, a gust of wind blew up, slapping the building one after another. The branches and leaves of the winter trees were bleak, trembling fragilely in the cold wind, bent several times dangerously, and the remaining few dead leaves left the branches. Rolling in the wind, being carried by the wind, up and down, bumping constantly, fluttering and unable to land.

In the hotel room, the light drifted away vaguely, and under the palm, the moon-white flexible back melted into a blur.

After sleeping until the afternoon, the rare warm sun shone through the thick clouds and filled the room unreservedly.

Shen Qingye came out of the bathroom after washing up, walked to the head of the bed, bent down, and charged the cell phone that had been running out of battery all morning. As soon as it was turned on, all kinds of calls and text messages flooded in. ambiguous and lazy.

Another hand stretched out from the messy mattress. The hand was white and slender, the skin was tender, and the wrist bones were beautiful and delicate. Following the ringtone, he found the mobile phone, and pulled it into the bed with the charging cable. Shen Qingye stretched out his hand and grabbed it, " Just recharged."

"Oh." There was a vague murmur from under the blanket, and the hands quickly retracted, "It's so cold, help me see who it is."

Shen Qingye walked to the door first, turned up the air conditioner by two degrees, then walked back, picked up his phone and looked through it, "Most of them are your assistants, the one just now was Director Wei."

"Director Wei?"

Half of his face poked out from under the quilt, his eyes were still sleepy, his eyelids were swollen into walnuts, and he tried to open his eyes, "It must be because of the show that he was looking for me. Give me my phone, and I have to get one back."

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