sex addict

Sex-love should be like animals, without morals, etiquette, or concessions. ——Li Bihua

The strong smell of medicine in the hospital made people lose their appetite, and Song Yao hardly drank the millet porridge that Mu Cheng bought, so he put it down after just a few sips.

Mu Cheng looked at the steaming millet porridge in the plastic bowl, and raised his hand to touch the broken hair on Song Yao's forehead: "Isn't it delicious? Or is it uncomfortable?"

"No, I just don't have an appetite." Song Yao whispered while sitting beside the bed with his head bowed.

"The white porridge is a bit bland. I'll take you to eat delicious food later. The doctor said that you can't continue to take the stomach medicine you took before. If you use the same medicine for a long time, you will develop resistance to it. He prescribed a new medicine for you. I'll go downstairs to pick it up for you, you wait here for a while, I'll be right back." Mu Cheng was about to turn around after speaking, when Song Yao grabbed his little finger.He bent down and kissed Song Yao's soft hair, and said softly, "Let's go, together."

Mu Cheng clasped Song Yao's hand holding his little finger with five fingers, ten fingers clasped together, the little gap between the palms was filled with warmth from each other.It was only ten steps away from the door of the ward, and bumped into the nurse who was changing the patient's dressing. Song Yao pulled his hand away in a panic, and the air instantly invaded the palm of his hand, giving him a chill.

After taking the medicine and taking the car, Mu Cheng racked his brains to recommend slightly famous restaurants to Song Yao, as well as the signature dishes of each restaurant that sound appetizing, but Song Yao remained silent.

"If you really don't have an appetite, let's go home first, and come out to eat when you have an appetite." Mu Cheng glanced at Song Yao who was in a trance in the passenger seat, and sighed: "Xiao Mu, a lot has happened in the past two months. Things, I don't want you to hide everything in your heart, if it's because..."

"Auntie called me, and she asked me...to persuade you, but I don't know how to persuade you." Song Yao's voice was nasal, as if he had cried.

Mu Cheng freed one hand to hold Song Yao's hand that was constantly scratching his nails, and said in a low voice, "Is it for going abroad again? Ha, she is really persistent, I can't even say it. Don't worry about it." If she calls again, you tell her that it's no use to persuade her, and she won't make things difficult for you anymore. "

"But……"

"But she is for my own good, right? I know, I know. But I really don't want to go, it's not just because of you, I also have my own plan, don't take everything on yourself, this Don't you still have me?" Mu Cheng raised his hand and rubbed Song Yao's hair, smiling fondly.

Song Yao smiled slightly, turned to look at Mu Cheng, and didn't speak.

"Why are you looking at me like this? It will make me unable to concentrate on driving. Be good, sleep for a while, and I'll call you when I get home." Mu Cheng's eyes switched back and forth between Song Yao and the road ahead.

Song Yao stared at Mu Cheng's slender fingers holding the steering wheel, especially the ring on his finger that was the same as his own neck, and said with trembling lips: "Also... Zhou Ning, Xie Hao and I showed that we both I didn't do it on purpose, I..."

"Isn't that good? At least there is no need to hide it in front of them. Whether they accept it or dislike it, that's their business. Anyway, they will know one day. It's better to be honest than to run into each other. Not only They, parents too. We not only need to have the courage to confess to our friends, but also to our parents. You have done a good job. Besides, how can I not understand you, if I am not forced by them, how do you I will take the initiative to speak out. I have to remember the fact that they teamed up to bully you." Mu Cheng said calmly.At this moment, Song Yao, who was sitting on the side watching him, felt extremely at ease, as if as long as this person was by his side, everything would be fine.

Song Yao let out a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes and said, "I want to drink 'seaweed' fish head soup, and I haven't had it for a long time."

"Okay, just listen to your son's orders, and we'll drive Haiwei right now." Mu Cheng drove the car to the intersection, looked at the rearview mirror, turned around and drove towards Haiwei.

"Haiwei" is a small well-known seafood restaurant, which has all kinds of seafood. The signature dish is drunken shrimp. Song Yao doesn't like things that have a strong fishy smell, but he only prefers the fish head soup here.In the past, every time Song Yao felt unwell and lost his appetite, Mu Cheng would take a few bus stops to bring it for him.

Graduates have left school one after another, or go to work, or go home, class gatherings are no longer as neat as before, and even drinking always feels like something is missing, just not enjoyable.After learning the lesson from last time, when Mu Cheng heard that Song Yao was going to the party again, he asked for the address and rushed over without stopping. He happened to see a boy restlessly resting his hand on Song Yao's shoulder.

Due to the presence of the teacher, Mu Cheng didn't dare to go in to snatch people with great fanfare, so he could only call for supervision: "You first ask the brother next to you to put his hand off your shoulder!" Song Yao looked out through the dining room glass, Although he didn't see Mu Cheng, he obediently raised his hand and pushed the hand on his shoulder away.

"Drink less, I'll wait for you outside the door." "Hey hey hey, he handed you so many glasses, don't take it!" "Well! He handed you that glass after drinking it, it's so disgusting Is it the way to persuade you to drink!" "Forget it, don't drink it! Come out for me!"

"..." Song Yao couldn't find a chance to hang up the phone. While being blamed by the classmates who persuaded him to keep calling, while being watched by Mu Cheng in a corner, he couldn't take it anymore, so he hung up the phone and left the venue with an excuse of stomach pain. .

As soon as he went out, he saw a car flashing twice. When he walked over and saw that it was indeed Mu Cheng, he had a complicated expression on his face, like happy, angry, more like...jealous?

Before Song Yao got into the car, Mu Cheng closed the car window that had just been opened for the convenience of observing the enemy's situation.Song Yao got in the car and closed the door smoothly. Just as he was about to reach out to pull the seat belt, Mu Cheng held his hands and locked him on the passenger seat and kissed him enough... Although he was caught off guard, Song Yao didn't refuse, but closed his eyes obediently responded.

Mu Cheng looked at Song Yao's fluttering eyelashes, and tasted the aroma of wine in his mouth even more presumptuously.Maybe it was because the kiss was too domineering, Song Yao's brain was a little lacking in oxygen, he struggled to push Mu Cheng away, took a big breath of air, and then looked at him with a red face and reproachful eyes.

"Didn't you teach me this? If you weren't drunk, I really didn't know how you are so good." Mu Cheng wiped the corner of Song Yao's lips with his thumb with a satisfied face.

Song Yao was ashamed and angry: "I didn't teach you anything! Who told you that I like cars..."

"Haha, Xiao Mu, I also need you to take the initiative." Mu Cheng smirked, "You behave very well when you're drunk, especially when you call me 'husband'. Come on, call me again."

"..." Song Yao turned his head aside.

Back at the apartment, Song Yao had just put the key on the shoe cabinet, when Mu Cheng grabbed the hand that put the key and pressed it to the wall, and wrapped his other hand around his waist and pressed it against his body, kissing aggressively and punishingly. It landed on his lips, face, and neck, and then occupied his lips and tongue with a fierce offensive.

"Hmm..." Song Yao panted softly in response to Mu Cheng, his slender fingers climbing up his back.Sensing Song Yao's agreement, Mu Cheng let go of the hand that was holding Song Yao's wrist against the wall, and turned to protect the back of Song Yao's head that was about to hit the wall due to his excessive force.Song Yao broke free and ran his hands through Mu Cheng's hair.

As the domineering kiss deepened step by step, Song Yao tightly wrapped his arms around Mu Cheng's neck, his breathing became rapid and disordered.Mu Cheng picked up Song Yao and sat on the shoe cabinet, lifted his shirt with both hands, and kissed him from the abdomen to the sensitive chest, provoking Song Yao to raise his head and let out a coquettish gasp.

Mu Cheng felt hot all over, hugged Song Yao into the bedroom and put him on the bed, leaned over and asked in his ear, "Is it okay?"

Song Yao shrunk his shoulders and replied weakly: "The first time, I, I'm a little scared..."

"It's my first time too, but I will be very gentle and won't hurt you, trust me." Mu Cheng's smile and words were full of tenderness.

Song Yao shyly turned his head to one side, raised his hand to cover half of his face and asked, "Then, what should I do?"

Mu Cheng pulled Song Yao's hand away, bit his earlobe and smiled softly next to his ear: "This is good." Mu Cheng said as he took off the clothes on the two of them, and did enough foreplay to make Song Yao in pain I felt the numbness all over my body and the extreme happiness that rushed to my brain and stimulated my nerves.

Undulating groans overflowed from between the lips and teeth, and the sense of shame forced Song Yao to bite his lower lip.Mu Cheng parted Song Yao's lips with his thumb, and said softly, "Don't bite, it will hurt you." After speaking, he leaned over and kissed Song Yao while he was panting for breath.

As the saying goes, "the lover in the cave is deeply in love, and the person in the same room is in love with each other", the ancients often said that "a moment in the spring night" is roughly the same.

Wushan is cloudy and rainy, and a room is charming.After the joy, the two lay like this, as if they were reminiscing the happiness of embracing each other tightly.Mu Cheng couldn't stop, but seeing Song Yao huddled in his arms like a little white rabbit with a tired face, his heart softened, thinking that the future will be long and his body is important.So he could bear to wake up Song Yao: "Xiao Mu, come on, I'll take you to take a bath and help you clean up."

"Hmm... no more... I want to sleep." Song Yao was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes.

There was no other way, Mu Cheng could only fill the bathtub with water, then went back to the bedroom and carried Song Yao to clean it up. After checking that he was not injured, he changed him into a clean nightgown, and carried him back to bed to sleep.Before going to bed, put a kiss on his forehead: "Good night, my dear Song Yao little white rabbit."

The next morning, before Mu Cheng woke up, he heard the phone ringing like a death call. He looked back at Song Yao, fearing that it would disturb him to sleep, so he went to the balcony to answer the phone. It was his mother.

Song Yao vaguely heard someone arguing, rubbed his eyes and planned to get up, but when he turned over, his whole body was sore, and his lower body was sore and weak like being run over by a car, especially the waist and the unspeakable parts.

While eating breakfast, Song Yao asked, "Auntie called you this morning?"

"Well, it's still those things. It's really annoying." Mu Cheng took a sip of soy milk.

Song Yao bit the bread: "But I promise she will persuade you well."

Mu Cheng licked the remaining soy milk on his lips, and teased, "So you want to persuade me?"

Song Yao pursed his lips and shook his head, Mu Cheng raised his hand to rub Song Yao's hair: "My wife is so good."

Long Yingtai once wrote in "Watching": "Time is a gentle hand hidden in the dark. When you are in a trance, things move." It is true.Both Mu Cheng and Song Yao responded to the resumes submitted, and the interview results came out soon, and they were waiting to report to the unit.

Song Yao couldn't let go of his roommate, so he went back to bedroom 507 before leaving, only Peng Ziwei and Zhou Ning were there, they looked back at the knock on the door, and the scene of Song Yao standing at the door holding a silver suitcase seemed familiar.

Song Yao smiled slightly: "Fatty, Lord Zhou, I'm leaving first, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Why so fast? Don't you leave after the graduation farewell party?" Peng Ziwei put down the book in his hand and got up to welcome Song Yao into the door.

Song Yao walked to the empty table that belonged to him, lightly touched the table with his fingers, and a thick layer of ash lay on his fingertips. "The work unit is urging me to go to work. I want to go home and see my grandpa before that. Time is tight, so I can't help it. What about you? When are you going to leave school?"

"You also know that I, a blind cat, met a dead mouse. I passed the postgraduate entrance examination and was admitted to the school in my hometown. It will be a while before I report to the school. I don't have any plans yet. Let's see. As for Mr. Zhou, he also has his own plan. , don't worry so much, you will be busy at work in the future." After speaking, Peng Ziwei patted Song Yao on the shoulder.

"Okay, then I'll go first, and I will keep in touch in the future."

"Okay, let's go, I'll see you off."

Song Yao looked at Zhou Ning who was always playing games with his back turned to him, his eyes turned red, he sniffed and said, "Master Zhou, then, I'll go first, you go home and be careful, and have a good journey."

Zhou Ning turned a blind eye and responded casually: "Oh."

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment for a while, Peng Ziwei supported the luggage handle with one hand, patted Song Yao's shoulder with the other, and pouted at the door: "Let's go, you don't know him, he's completely unrecognizable when he starts playing games." Then Turning around, he added: "Master Zhou, I'll take the young master downstairs, and I'll be back in a while, and the door will not be locked." After speaking, he sent Song Yao downstairs with his luggage.

"My lord, there is love for no reason and hatred for no reason in this world. Not everyone will bless you, so don't blame him." Peng Ziwei said as he was about to leave the dormitory.

Song Yao looked back towards the bedroom on the fifth floor, but he didn't see Zhou Ning.

"Hey, don't look, that deadhead is not coming. Leave him alone, let's go."

After sending Song Yao out of the school, Peng Ziwei looked up at the eye-catching school badge and the school name on the school gate, turned around and hugged Song Yao, with tears in his eyes: "I will send you off after a long distance. Here it is. Anyway, there is still a long way to go in the future, there will always be a time to see you again, well, all the way, all the way..."

Song Yao blushed and replied with a smile: "Okay, I wish you success in your studies too!"

The wind blew open the bedroom door with a crack, and lifted the corners of the clothes hanging on the wardrobe door.Zhou Ning stared at the lost game interface on the computer screen, slapped the keyboard hard, wiped his face with one hand, dropped the mouse and ran to the balcony, trying to find Song Yao's figure through the gaps between the dense branches.Unfortunately, it was too late, and the residual wind rolled up a lonely leaflet on the side of the road, ups and downs, until it was swept up by the cleaning lady.

Since knowing that Song Yao and Mu Cheng are lovers, Zhou Ning has always deliberately alienated Song Yao, and at the graduation party, he also intentionally or unintentionally rejected his kindness, and even the dormitory party did not have close contact with him because of fear, obviously reluctant , but always feel awkward.So Song Yao came to say goodbye. He pretended to be too involved in the game and didn't see Song Yao. When Peng Ziwei dragged the suitcase away and heard the sound of the suitcase rubbing against the asphalt road fade away, he realized that he was too impulsive. I don't know this farewell, when will we see you again...

Peng Ziwei returned to the door of the dormitory, stood firmly outside the door and watched Zhou Ning cover his face on the balcony, his shoulders trembled slightly, lowered his head and sighed, raised his hand to gently close the door, turned and went downstairs.When Zhou Ning heard the sound of closing the door, he pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around to find that the bedroom was empty. Feeling that his strength had been exhausted, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the corner, with a wry smile.

The author has something to say:

Because I was afraid of being fined for driving over the speed limit, my strong desire to survive forced me to delete it again and again, and it was a bit derailed and deviated from the theme line, alas...