fish under ice

Two people usually only kiss on the bed, and they both agree that they can kiss and flirt only before making love.They have never been like this before, the sky is not yet dark, the body has not yet splashed with passion and desire, and the conventional sex has not yet come, they broke the rules and started kissing non-stop.

Shi Yi's hand was originally hooked around Zhong Juntong's neck, but his arm was changed to wrap around Zhong Juntong's waist because it was numb from the posture for a long time.

They have never thought that kissing is such an interesting thing. They can kiss without eating or sleeping.The lips and tongue were mixed together softly, making a sticky water sound.

"Wait." Zhong Juntong said in a hoarse voice, hugged Shi Yi, who was still sitting reclined and his waist was sore, onto his lap, rubbed the tip of his nose anxiously, and continued to kiss again.

Zhong Juntong's broad palms were pressed against Shi Yi's slender neck. Because of his over-excitement, the blood was rushing, and the main artery was beating in Zhong Juntong's palm through the thin skin, like a dry spring spring that had been dredged again.

Shi Yi was half-drunk and half-drunk, with no strength left in his body. In the crazy kiss, his five senses were also deprived and restricted. He could only see Zhong Juntong's slightly closed eyes, and hear the sound of himself and Zhong Juntong. There was a restless heartbeat that seemed to never stop. I could only smell the deep and cold fragrance of men's woody perfume on Zhong Juntong's body, and I could only feel the smooth touch of Zhong Juntong's shirt hem that I was holding.The only sense of taste is the sweetness slowly brewed by the tongues of two people who are tangled together. They seem to be holding a golden candy together. You come and suck back and forth, scrambling to taste the unprecedented sweetness .

Shi Yi couldn't take it anymore, and put his hands on Zhong Juntong's chest, his eyes were red and moist, his eyes were misty, and his lips that had been parted with great difficulty were already red and swollen, and the slight airflow made him feel painful and numb.Shi Yi said pitifully: "It hurts so much, Juntong. Don't kiss, just take a rest."

Zhong Juntong slowly wrapped him in his arms, tightening them up little by little, like closing the switch under the cage on a sunny spring day when he was a boy, and taking this docile bird into his own cage.

"Shi Yi, I like you so much." Zhong Juntong's voice was still trembling, as if he still hadn't recovered from the trembling shock.

Shi Yi blushed, was ashamed, and had a kind of obsequiousness that was extremely rare in him, "Mmm...mm..."

Zhong Juntong was dissatisfied: "What do you mean? Tell me you like me."

Shi Yi was bewildered by the aggressive Zhong Juntong, his heart was beating violently, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

If only I could give him a pen now, he can write long, long lingering love letters, but now he has a stupid mouth and can't say anything well.

Because what he likes is too silent and desperate, and too solemn, it's hard to say what he likes.

But Zhong Juntong insisted on forcing him, "I said it all, why don't you say it?"

Zhong Juntong bit his chin, leaving a not deep and not shallow tooth mark, and continued to urge: "Say."

Shi Yi was so entangled by Zhong Juntong that his body had already started to tremble reflexively, so he could only hug Zhong Juntong, buried his cheek in his chest, and whispered, "I love you so much."

Zhong Juntong laughed, held up Shi Yi's shy face, kissed him twice on the cheek, and pressed him into the soft quilt impatiently.

Shi Yi was taken aback, and discussed softly: "You've been messing around for a long time, don't you want dinner?"

Zhong Juntong held his slender earballs, hot breath sprayed on his reddened ears, and refused to cooperate: "No, do it first."

"Juntong, I'm hungry and I don't have the strength." Shi Yi whispered with a blushing face.

Zhong Juntong looked down at his watch and found that they had been messing around for so long. He was a little shy for a while, so he pulled up the overwhelmed Shi Yi, changed his clothes and took him downstairs for dinner.

Shi Yi put the inappropriately sized ring in his breast pocket, planning to buy a chain and wear it to make a necklace.

After Zhong Juntong finished his meal, he finally didn't have the impatience he had before, and he was not in a hurry to go back to the room to do some boring things, and he was more willing to take Shi Yi for a stroll outside.

Shi Yi is like a little boy who has just been confessed by his crush. Now he is terribly shy when he is being held by his hand. His palms are sweating a little, and he starts to worry again. Will Juntong feel a little sticky and uncomfortable?But Zhong Juntong just held his hand tighter.

The two wore coats of the same color and wore the same style of Burberry plaid scarves that Shi Yi bought. The two walked slowly on the boulevard in London Park. The fountain in the distance was performing its last water spray before sunset. The child ran around outside the water column.They looked up and saw that the distant sky was burnt colorful by the setting sun, with thick gouache, bright purple and heavy red flowing, like paint that will not be dried by the sun in the future.

The sky darkened little by little, and the gray and white London began to sink into the night, like an overloaded ancient ship.

The crowd slowly dispersed, but the two of them were not in a hurry.They now feel that there is an infinite amount of time to waste, and if there is not an infinite amount of time, an infinite amount of time must be created.

Zhong Juntong is an elite figure who pursues high efficiency. He never thought that he would be willing to waste time on walks.If he needs to exercise, there are top personal trainers in high-end gyms who can complete the required amount of exercise within an hour and maintain a good figure and a healthy body.

But now he feels that this is also very good.In other words, he never imagined that walking hand in hand with Shi Yi would feel so good.

Now he is absolutely convinced that Shi Yi likes him very much, even loves him.

He is not someone who can measure how much he loves and how little he loves, his shrewdness is not here.So he doesn't know how much Shi Yi loves him, this is the most confusing question for him now.

On the way back to the hotel, the two started to rain.The rain in London is kind of lukewarm and cold. It wove a dense rain curtain from the sky, covering the standing buildings, blurred lights and pedestrians returning late in the cool rain curtain.

Shi Yi and Zhong Juntong didn't bring umbrellas. After running for a while, when the rain was getting heavier, Zhong Juntong took Shi Yi into a red telephone booth by the side of the road.

Heavy rain in London is isolated outside phone booths.The rainwater slid off the glass, leaving water marks, like the complicated branches of the river that were split.Two men squeezed into the small phone booth.Looking down, the toes of their shoes are facing each other, close to each other, too close together.

Shi Yi's ears heard the sound of the rain that was gradually falling, and the tip of his nose was filled with thick water vapor, and the ancient buildings were faintly visible in the night.This is a foreign country, he is not familiar with the place where he was born, he is unfamiliar with everything here, the only one he is familiar with is Zhong Juntong.

Shi Yi suddenly appreciated his bravery for flying thousands of miles to find Zhong Juntong.

Shi Yi looked at the discarded microphone by Zhong Juntong's arm, and said softly: "I think of a movie I watched a long time ago, "Oneday". I have forgotten many plots, but I remember one of the scenes, the heroine is in the red telephone booth Call the male lead and say, imissyou."

Zhong Juntong is not someone who knows how to watch literary and artistic movies. After he finished listening, he picked up the receiver, looked at Shi Yi and said, "Then I will call you now."

Shi Yi froze for a moment, then looked at him expectantly.

"27-year-old Zhong Juntong said, I love you."

"Also, 19-year-old Zhong Juntong said that he likes you very much."

Eight years of unrequited love is like a disappearing electric wave. This electric wave wanders like a ghost on the earth, unable to find where it should go.But now it finally reached the end with this phone call that didn't get through at all.

Shi Yi opened his eyes wide, his gray pupils shrank suddenly, and said in shock, "You—what did you say?"

"19-year-old Zhong Juntong was a little upset. He said you don't believe he likes you."

"But..." Shi Yi still couldn't believe it, he even became a little scared, "You were still in high school at that time, why... how could you like me?"

"Because you are nice, you love to laugh, and you are gentle. Shi Yi, you seem to never know how good you are. I was a very bad student at the time, with good grades, but I liked to make trouble. Because I like you, I started to restrain myself. "

Shi Yi's eye sockets became moist, his nose was sour, and he couldn't say a word when he looked at Zhong Juntong.

Zhong Juntong looked at him, then raised the microphone and said, "The 19-year-old Zhong Juntong also wants to say something, you made him believe that this chaotic world still hides a little tenderness in you."

Shi Yi blinked, tears welled up in his right eye, and his long tail fell into his collar.

This time Zhong Juntong felt that he was not a pervert and an asshole anymore, he said frankly: "I like your tears."

Every drop of his tears is emotionally clean, like the tears of the little mermaid in a fairy tale. The fact that he can turn into pearls must be because his emotions are clean and pure.

Words related to abuse, violence, betrayal, and killing never appeared in his emotional system.

Shi Yi tapped his shoulder lightly, and said with a red nose, "Are you bullying me? You made me cry on purpose."

Zhong Juntong raised his hands as if surrendering: "I didn't." He paused and added honestly: "But sometimes when I see your gentle and gentle appearance, I want to bully you."

Why are you like elementary school boys?

Shi Yi smiled, took Zhong Juntong's raised hand down, and said seriously: "I allow you to bully me a little, but don't make me too sad."

Zhong Jun wrapped his arms around his waist, lovingly kissed his tearful eyes, and then kissed his lips in the diminishing London rain.