pick up cats

Song Limian and Tong Ming looked at each other silently, and fell into a swamp of despair not long after.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so close to Tong Ming. After all, Song Limian is a conservative person in his bones, and he insists on the principle of gradual progress almost paranoidly.

Over the years, it's not that he hasn't thought about seeking companionship.

However, one is that he can't find anyone who makes him interested in love, and the other is that the fast food era is too impetuous, and most people don't want to spend time getting along with others.

Most people maintain the same frequency, they are used to falling in love at first sight, falling into frenzy after chatting a few more words, and then withdrawing and walking away in the second of being slack.

This makes Song Limian, a conservative who insists that "feelings should flow slowly", look out of place, like a caveman abandoned by the times, embracing the ridiculous emotional cleanliness alone and stubbornly.

For a period of time, Song Limian spent almost his life helping others, and repeatedly put himself in crisis. Many people were grateful to him, and many of them had suitors of the same age.

It's a pity that they will all be disappointed with Song Limian after being so enthusiastic.

Someone had a misunderstanding and realized that he would never get a response, so he became angry from embarrassment, saying that Song Limian is a central air conditioner who doesn't know how to restrain himself, and that his so-called kind nature is actually a seductive trick deliberately misunderstood.

Song Limian didn't argue or take it seriously.

He has long been used to being misunderstood, and he never pretends to be kind. He knows that he has not done anything beyond the rules, so he has a clear conscience.

In addition, some people have ridiculed him for "living in a fairy tale world, ridiculously naive".

Song Limian was even more indifferent to this.

It's not that he can't distinguish between ideals and reality, but he firmly believes that love is not a necessity. If he can't meet someone who is willing to waste time with him and lead him to fall step by step, then love will be a burden to him instead.

The relationship in high school that ended dismal, not even considered a relationship, almost came during Song Limian's worst time.

That incident overturned the building blocks of Song Limian's already isolated and helpless life, causing him to be caught off guard by the falling bricks and tiles. From then on, he couldn't help but doubt and fear all overly fanatical emotions.

Those so-called "likes" are so exaggerated as to step on empty traps, and they are even stingy with paving the layer of weeds that paralyze the vision. The traps are placed in the most conspicuous position, urging Song Limian to jump down quickly .

Song Limian is not stupid, so there is no reason to take the bait.

In the cramped space, there is nothing to hide from the charm and ambiguity, and every bit of shortness of breath is infinitely magnified in the ears of the other person, creating brilliant fireworks.

Song Limian looked down at Tong Ming's watery eyes, listening to Tong Ming's rapid panting, his vision was gradually burnt with longing.

"You're crying." Song Limian rubbed his fingertips with red moles at the corners of the other's eyes, announced hoarsely and firmly.

Tong Ming blinked slowly, and the curled eyelashes were not stained with water drops, but the eyes that were originally black as deep pools were steamed with mist, and they kept inducing Song Limian to kiss them.

Tong Ming said slowly, "I didn't cry."

"Well, not yet." Song Limian's mind was chaotic, but his words were clear.

He didn't know what happened to him either.

Ever since he and Tong Ming looked at each other just now, Song Limian's heartache has inexplicably broken out and sprouted, urging him to be frank and forcing him to stop hiding.

At this moment, Song Limian's palm was unnecessarily touching the back of Tong Ming's head. Tong Ming had no intention of hiding at all. On the surface, he calmly let Song Limian touch his scalp with his fingertips, triggering a series of bone-crushing laziness.

"But if I don't kiss now..." Song Limian moved closer.

In the face of this hot and eager desire, all the withered grass will be burnt, the air will be chewed, and the distance will be swallowed.

No one can remember who got close to the final distance, and after a while, the lips of the two of them joined together without any gaps.

Song Limian rubbed his lips with Tong Ming instinctively, and the skin covered with nerve endings was gently and long-lastingly stimulated, leading the two men who had just tasted kissing to burn their blood to the bone.

When he was close to him for a while, he moved his scorching breath to the corner of Tong Ming's mouth, and pecked lightly for a moment.

Tong Ming's thin lips were too dry. I don't know if it was because he was too nervous or he didn't like to drink water. Song Limian was worried that he would feel uncomfortable, so he restrained himself from sticking out the tip of his tongue, and slowly and carefully followed the shape of the other's beautiful lips, licking all the way to the center of his lips.

When Tong Ming's upper lip was moistened, revealing the same watery luster as his eyes, Song Limian licked the other's lower lip in the same way, and then gently pried open the wet lip with the tip of his tongue, reaching his teeth.

Perhaps it was because of being too nervous, Tong Ming couldn't control the breathing rate, his breath was heavy at times and then soft and silent, his eyes were not closed, but they were wet and he couldn't see clearly, his nearly dilated pupils stared at Song Limian blankly and ignorantly.

Song Limian choked for breath, and almost couldn't help biting Tong Ming's lips/flesh. Before the other party noticed, he managed to adjust his breathing, restrained Tong Ming and changed the fit of the hug, so as to avoid the other party's knees from being uneasy. points.

"Tong Ming." Song Limian moved his palm up, pressed Tong Ming's cervical spine, and pinched the skin of the back of Tong Ming's neck soothingly.

Tong Ming said "Huh?" slowly and with a strong nasal voice.

"Open your mouth." Song Limian said.

In fact, he just wanted to hear Tong Ming's panting voice, and didn't expect Tong Ming to do it immediately. Song Limian licked the gap between the upper and lower teeth with the tip of his tongue very patiently.

He thought it would take some time to pry open the teeth, but unexpectedly the other party said "En" very obediently, quickly loosened his jaw, and easily let Song Limian in.

The tip of Song Limian's tongue slid into a small part, paused suddenly, and looked at Tong Ming deeply.

With his glasses off, Tong Ming's appearance was too small, and even the last trace of seriousness was gone. He looked ignorant and easy to deceive, which made people feel guilty of playing tricks.

With his lips and teeth open, Tong Ming looked at Song Limian in confusion, and asked him why he stopped.

Song Limian didn't answer him, and slowly moved his not-so-smooth fingertips to the soft/flesh back of Tong Ming's neck, pinching it with a little force like a kitten.

Tong Ming was already numb in his arms, unable to lift up his strength to break free, and now he couldn't even move, so he could only look up at him stiffly and helplessly.

The tip of Song Limian's tongue withdrew from the moist mouth, and withdrew without nostalgia.

He lightly lifted Tong Ming's chin with one hand, forcing the other party to look at him unreservedly, not allowing the other party to dodge any way.

Tong Ming couldn't resist, and didn't have a rebellious heart, so he relaxed his facial muscles and let Song Limian play with him, revealing his white skin near the corners of his eyes.

"If I don't kiss you—" Song Limian was quite relieved by Tong Ming's gesture of giving up resistance, and he said with a deep smile.

He moved closer, rubbed his lips against the fragile skin around the other's eyes, and really kissed a trace of imperceptible liquid: "——If I don't kiss you, you will definitely cry immediately."

This time Tong Ming didn't deny it again, and responded with silence.

His eyes closed subconsciously, his eyelashes poked at Song Limian's lower lip itchyly, flapping his lips sticky and fragile, Song Limian kissed away the long-simmering moisture not long after.

Song Limian's lips moved down again, he coaxed Tong Ming to open his eyes, Tong Ming obediently obeyed, and was rewarded with a long and gentle kiss.

"I didn't know you liked me so much," Song Limian murmured, touching Tong Ming's thin and soft lower lip, "You should have told me earlier."

With blue veins protruding from the back of his hand, he slowly moved from Tong Ming's cervical spine to the tailbone, and then cycled back and forth in satisfaction amidst Tong Ming's uncontrollable trembling.

Song Limian's other arm tightened more and more, and it was not as frizzy as himself.

Tong Ming was almost melted by him.

His fingers were lifeless, and he clenched Song Limian's clothes limply. The emotion was clearly reflected on his face, and the red moles at the corners of his eyes were set off more vividly by pink. After the car windows were closed, the air was extremely thin.

The car operating lever and steering wheel are too obstructive, and the leather seats are really not conducive to showing tenderness. Song Limian even fancied that he should choose a more spacious and soft place to teach Tong Ming to kiss.

He should have hugged Tong Mingheng to the bed that was so soft that he would sink into it as soon as he lay down, then knelt on one knee on the bed, shackled him with his whole body and legs, and did not give him any chance to escape or repent.

In the end, he pressed Tong Ming's shoulder, pressed against Tong Ming's trembling, and devoutly offered a kiss that could melt flesh and blood.

It's a pity that the imagination is very bloody, but in this world, the hands and feet are tied. The two tall and long-legged adult men are reluctantly squeezed into an unsuitable narrow position, sucking each other in an awkward position with an impulse.

Song Limian's right shoulder pressed hard against the backrest, so numb that he lost his intuition, and his neck was sore. Tong Ming didn't seem to be feeling well either. He struggled twice in an awkward position, and then calmed down again in Song Limian's kiss.

His waist bends into a soft arc, he raises his head unsuspectingly, the sexy Adam's apple on his fragile neck trembles and rolls, he lifts up his exquisite face with passionate brows, and asks Song Limian how to kiss with jerky and devotion.

Song Limian has always answered questions and was willing to help others, but there was never a time when he was so happy, unforgettable and dedicated to helping others.

The tips of tongues entwine and exchange each other's saliva, Tong Ming's panting is rapid, and the muffled groans like a kitten's meowing are mixed in, praising Song Limian's teaching achievements.

Song Limian didn't ask for anything in return, and took on many responsibilities that he didn't need to bear, so he lost the joy of helping others.

He treats everyone equally and helps everyone he meets for the first time, so it is even more difficult to taste the freshness of making an exception for anyone.

After a long time, the heart gradually became paralyzed, the consciousness became dull, and the walking became heavy.

Tong Ming was a high-voltage current that suddenly woke him up.

Song Limian originally thought that Tong Ming would be like everyone else, thanking him verbally after receiving his help, sending a few bland text messages during the holidays, and disappearing from the address book forever in a few years.

So he didn't take his affection for Tong Ming seriously.

Song Limian knew himself well, he was a boring person, he was able to actively pursue one or two in his adolescence, but now he really lost his drive.

He knows that he is afraid of intimacy, and he always avoids overzealous pursuit. He thought that every emotion in the world is either suppressed or reckless.

Unexpectedly, Tong Mingjian took the lead, his feelings are not strong, but the temperature is as long as the bone broth boiled on a small fire, and Song Limian will not be given a chance to forget.

Whenever Song Limian's memory fades, he will light a circle of flames just right.

He would call and ask childish questions, asking Song Limian if he could continue to use the burnt pot, and asking if the band-aids in Song Limian's medicine cabinet had expired...

No matter how dull Song Limian was, he knew that Tong Ming was changing ways to keep in touch with him.

But he didn't resist as he imagined, maybe Tong Ming's acting skills are too superb and touching enough, or maybe Tong Ming's every word is so serious that people have to be convinced, and he can't bear to be perfunctory.

Song Limian couldn't bear it at first, so he just let him go.

Later, Song Limian became completely irresistible, whenever something happened to Tong Ming, the body was always one step ahead of the brain, and there was no time for rational analysis.

Song Limian didn't know how to describe Tong Ming.

He inappropriately recalled the maltose sold on the street with a hammer when he was a child. Sometimes Song Limian would buy a piece when he passed by when he was hungry to satisfy his hunger.

He actually doesn't like sugar, it's just because of his body's needs and his habits, until one day he met a piece of malt candy that was particularly sweet.

This kind of candy is very sticky, the longer Song Limian chews, the more wantonly the candy sticks to his teeth.

After Song Limian chewed it twice, he wanted to get it off his teeth, so he drank mineral water to wash it down, or chewed it more roughly.

He thought he didn't like it, but later found out that he was worried about being addicted.

When the sweet taste named Tong Ming filled the whole mouth, Song Limian couldn't give up the long-lasting sweetness.

No one can resist Tong Ming's often restrained, occasionally almost paranoid dependence.

Tong Ming's arms rubbed against Song Limian's clothes, the rustling sound was mixed with occasional water stains, and the temperature inside the car was raised for another season.

Song Limian kissed until Tong Ming was really unable to breathe, so he regretfully left tooth marks on the other's lips, and then rubbed Tong Ming's hair to burn the pinnae, and then retreated out.

A reluctant and somewhat disheveled silver thread was pulled, Song Limian raised his finger to caress it, staring deeply at Tong Ming's expression.

Tong Ming finally learned to be embarrassed, his closed upper eyelids were blue from staying up all night, and because Song Limian had signaled, he didn't lower his head.

Those bloodless lips were completely stained red by the kiss, and they were slightly swollen. Tong Ming's originally docile black hair was messed up by Song Limian at some point, showing a rare but not ugly embarrassment.

It seemed that the lips that had just been invaded were still not used to closing, and Tong Ming opened her mouth to pant.

Accompanied by the roar of the left chest, Song Limian noticed that Tong Ming's tongue was not only rosy, but the soft/meat in his mouth was also dazzlingly red, forcing Song Limian to recall the humidity and warmth he had tasted just now——

He couldn't help but have an unspeakable throbbing.

Just now after kissing Tong Ming, Song Limian was still hesitating after recovering a little, whether to obey Tong Ming's wishes or not—

In case Tong Ming is not sure that he really likes the same sex, and the kiss is only caused by curiosity, Song Limian does not blame him.

But at this moment, under the situation of double sinking both mentally and physically, Song Limian burst into an unprecedented selfishness.

He even began to pray that Tong Ming was really ignorant of the world.

In that case, Song Limian can hold him, lead him to make more exceptions, and guide him to do more comfortable and intimate things than hugging.