Huai Yu holding Jing

After Bai Fangliang left, we didn't talk anymore, we worked in silence, ate in silence, and took a bath in silence, until the lights came on, he put a heavy bag of paint in front of me, and lowered his eyelashes: "I lost the paint that day. They all bought it back.”

"Oh." I couldn't bear the dull atmosphere, and looked back and forth in the bag to relieve the embarrassment. For a while, there was only the sound of plastic boxes colliding around me.

"……sorry."

"what?"

"I didn't receive the call in time to save you... I'm sorry."

I stopped my movements and stared at him blankly. He was sitting on one knee on the carpet beside the bed, and I could only see the top of his hair.

As if he could feel my gaze, he raised his head and met my eyes: "We had a big fight that day, and I drove out in a fit of anger... I spent the night in the car, and my phone died. I forgot Liang's birthday - I didn't answer the phone on purpose."

I have to admit that when I heard him say that he forgot Bai Fangliang's birthday, I felt a little relieved.Ah, I'm such a small-bellied man.

"I have prepared all the rewards, but they said that you ran away... who would believe it!" He had a hideous expression for a moment, but was quickly covered up, "I have been looking for you for a long time... I am going crazy."

He put his face on my lap: "I just wanted to see you, where have you been?"

Seeing his smooth short hair scattered on my knees, my heart softened, and I almost subconsciously reached out to stroke his smooth forehead—this is what I used to do when I was a poor student and he was a teenager who was bullied by his elder brother everywhere. .

"Actually... your permission was taken during our last quarrel. I always hoped that you would find out, but you have been on a business trip for a long time." He hugged my knees, "I saw the surveillance, Since you can't open the door, why didn't you call me? Why did you turn around and leave, do you know someone is waiting for you? "

That last sentence was so heartwarming, especially when I thought no one was expecting me to go back.

I'm almost shaken.

"I dare not let you go, because I don't know how long you will disappear this time." He straightened his upper body, straightened my dodging face, held my naked foot with one hand, and kissed the ankle.I shivered, and my body became hot.

Oops, after nine years of sex, we know each other too well.I reached out to push him, was held tightly by him, and kissed him again, pious and vulnerable.His voice echoed silently in his ears like a double bass: "Don't leave me, don't not love me."

He is begging.

"Does your lover deserve your forgiveness?"

My lips were captured, and I didn't escape.Slowly closing his eyes and loosening his teeth amidst his begging licks and nibbles.Sensing my response, he hugged me and we both collapsed on the bed.

Touch, kiss, mingle.I did not cooperate, and I could even say that I took the initiative.

"Once the drug is stopped, it is very difficult to survive."

Don't think about the difference between dependence and love, I hugged him, and he pressed up, very enthusiastic, but gently avoided my injured left arm.

At that moment, my hypocritical and vicissitudes of life really became sour.The soreness was unbearably long, and I really wanted to curl up into a ball immediately, protecting my heart in the deepest part of my body.

"Why are you crying?" He held my waist and pressed it into his arms, tears streaming into his lips, "Tomorrow we will go to the door with paint to thank you?"

I was almost suffocated, but I managed to squeeze out a breath: "...Okay."

The author has something to say:

I deliberately wrote that the protagonist took a bath.

I used to be so detail-oriented (not)