【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

173.

——Is it better to eat without paying for it yourself?

In a sense, what Qing Xingdeng said made sense.

To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than idealism. The same thing, because the starting point is different, the nature of the whole thing changes.

Indeed, the same soft and moist lips, but can the feeling of kissing and being kissed be the same?

Even ignoring the psychological gap caused by "responsible or not", it is different.

In any case, this is an unexpected development of Huang.

His first reaction was that he went crazy at a glance.

Crazy okay.

Doesn't being crazy mean that Yimulian can't bear this game of reason and patience?

Whether to kiss back or not is a free question. He wrapped his arms around Yimulian's shoulder blades. Even through a thick layer of coat, the trembling of his shoulder blades was still transmitted to his palms. Afterwards, with an unknown fire in his heart, Huang directly pushed the person back against the wall.

Yimulian's mind is probably also in a daze, his eyelashes smacked with sporadic water, his eyes are full of eagerness, but his blurred eyes seem to have a thousand things to love.

His tongue was numb, the corners of his mouth were sore, and his head was dizzy. He got nothing in return for his fierce kiss back except for these three things.

Oh, and one more.

It's so nice to hear the sobs choked up in the throat while eating pain.

Huang didn't care much about Yimulian's stiff hands, and he didn't care that they hung there at a loss, without any response, so stiff that he looked like a zombie when he raised his hands, he had "no distracting thoughts", He didn't care about it at all, so he didn't notice immediately that a hand suddenly appeared on his chest in the first few minutes of the kiss.

Just a kiss.

But from another perspective, for straight men, a kiss of the same sex is more difficult to accept than many things.

There is no difference in kissing, but the kiss between men is more aggressive. In 8102, there are many girls who are bold and impulsive, but no one can hide the fact that it will make some "normal people" feel physiological discomfort.

There was a lot of sweat on Yimulian's forehead, and the long-term intermittent suffocation obviously oppressed the other party. Huang had to admit that Yimulian's expression looked a little painful.

So what?

Yimulian didn't struggle, and even sent it up by himself, he didn't feel like a wolf in doing so.

At most, it's a wolf with a beast's heart.

Compared to Yimulian's bewilderment, his reaction was much lighter. When he looked down, the hand on his chest, Yimulian's hand was very beautiful.

Small and exquisite, this is the most appropriate word, although it is even a derogatory term for a man, white and clean, not slender, but narrow and thin enough.

This hand is now stuck to Huang's chest through a layer of fabric, curled up uncontrollably, trembling uncontrollably.

Underneath the cloth was his heaving chest, proud muscles, and burning heart.

Soon there were only three words left in his mind.

***.

Although the unfamiliarity of rote was a bit shocking to his appetite, that hand was indeed outlining the shape of his chest muscles at this moment.

***.

"Don't go too far," he let go of his red and swollen lips, "do you think I can't be nasty?"

He can completely guess what Yimulian's psychology is.

If you want to bend the can, bend it completely.

There is no Plato in love, there are so many nonsense, and to put it bluntly, it is not all about the pursuit of sex.

Every time they come into contact with each other suddenly, it starts with the hand-to-hand combat between impulse and reason. Reason has won so many times, and it is time for impulse to win once or twice based on emotion and reason.

Yimulian didn't seem to hear it, and kissed again, maybe it was affectionate, maybe it was greedy for warmth.

"At a glance."

"Ah."

"Are you crazy?"

"I do not have."

"Know what you're doing?"

"do not know."

He still has a brain.

Huang tightened his left hand and pinched Yimulian's thin and fragile shoulder blades: "You are challenging my lower limit."

Yimulian hissed, a little pitiful, but it didn't arouse his compassion.

"Do you have a lower limit?"

"I'm afraid there are."

If you still plan to go back, now is the best opportunity.

It's just a kiss, but they don't have many chances to come into contact with this word. Youth contributes to dreams and hard work. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is strange. It's just a thought when the prodigal son turns his head and washes his hands in the golden basin.

"You haven't," Yimulian's eyes were faintly moist, glowing with a thin to transparent red, "I don't believe it...you try?"

"..."

Huang almost wanted to bite him to death.

Out of friendship with his plastic teammates, Huang didn't do this, but started to untie Yimulian's neckline with top-notch action. Every time he saw Yimulian wearing this shirt that he bought a size too big, he took less than half a second. This idea drifted past, and he was finally able to practice it. While he was happy, he was not so happy.

After all, for the sake of being a gentleman, you can't take off your pants.

Yimulian doesn't have the habit of going out for morning exercises every day, he is more homely than him, the skin under the clothes is white and tender, except for the rolling neck of the Adam's apple - Yimulian's face is thin, first his face was flushed with embarrassment, and the pinnae of his ears were also red. A blush extended down the messy cherry-colored hair, reached the fragile neck, and continued to spread downward...

All the way to the collarbone.

Huang lowered his head, licked the Adam's apple with the tip of his tongue, and finally the kiss fell on the collarbone. He took a hard bite, causing Yi Mulian to shrink back abruptly, nailing his knuckles to the wall with his back, and let out a cry Crisp sound.

I didn't notice it at a glance, the coat fell to the ground, the clothes were half-faded, and the violently heaving chest was so red that it was about to bleed at any time.

It doesn't matter, it's not the injured one, whatever.

Huang looked carefully.

One glance turned his head to the side, unable to bear to look directly, his eyes gleaming with water had already been quietly closed, his breathing was short and chaotic, after completing the task of "forcibly teasing him", he gave up the treatment with his hands, and shrank nervously. By his side, Yuemo will not give any unexpected "help" any more.

Yes, it would be too much to ask for more...

He is already very satisfied.

After all, this is Yimulian who has already cut off his ties with rationality. Even if one-thousandth of his rationality is still there, Yimulian will not tolerate himself doing such a thing.

His hands slid all the way down the spine, stopping again and again on the unhealthy but distinct bumps, and finally landed on the back waist and the waistband of his trousers.

As long as he pulls just a little bit—

Yimulian woke up like a dream, and shook violently. It may be a brief return of rationality, or it may be that he really remembered some unfinished tasks.

"I... go take a shower first!"

Before Huang had time to make a choice between letting go or not being a human being, he broke free from the tightly fitting embrace, quickly got into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Soon there was the sound of water.

Huang picked up the poor coat that fell on the ground, but didn't have the thought to fold it or hang it in the closet.

At this time, I still remember that he has a cleanliness fetish, and even at a glance, this person is really...

Little thoughtfulness.

Since he was so considerate, he forgot to lock the bathroom door, maybe it was a hint——

Huang was very patient. Since he was as easy as catching prey, he didn't have to be so hasty. He waited for a while, and then opened the door and walked in.

174.

Yimulian's face is really thin.

He always had his eyes closed, panting aimlessly, his back rubbed up and down on the tiles under the water, no matter how painful and weak he was, he never opened his eyes to criticize, the sound of overflowing his teeth was intermittent, it was nothing The strength is not deliberate suppression, maybe the water flow overwhelmed those voices, or maybe it was too weak and powerless.

He was shaking as if he was running ice water instead of hot water at [-] or [-] degrees. When he slapped his body, it would only make his already flushed skin hot and tingling.

He didn't even break a sweat under the spray of the nozzle, neither the hot sweat of indulgence nor the biting cold sweat.

A real Nima is the same as a rape (meow) corpse.

But his behavior of not struggling is also evidence of his reckless behavior.

In fact, Mimi opened his eyes for half a minute, he didn't dare to look at places that would only make him blush even more, he just wanted to reach out to touch the switch of the nozzle, but he couldn't reach it, he was about to be helpless He closed his eyes quickly, but suddenly his eyes dimmed.

Huang's right hand, which was supporting his waist, was covered with bandages, from the palm to the wrist, and even covered half of the forearm. The color of the plaster was very glaring. He looked at it for a while and then closed his eyes.

The wet hair sticks to the face, and the almost transparent red cheeks look pale in contrast to the pink.

"shortage."

"shortage."

"shortage……"

No one can be sure who is now surrendering in the battle with reason.

...It doesn't matter who wins and who loses.

175.

It is said that a well-coordinated bot lane has a friendship that has slept on a bed.

The assistant takes life to protect the ad, and when the awareness of starting a team is fast, whether the output of the ad can keep up depends on the good fortune of tacit understanding. Their team's bot lane play is similar to that of the ranking. This is probably the reason. The situation is special, and the ad is a female Players can't sleep in the same bed with anyone, and the tacit understanding is all cultivated by plastic friendship, so naturally it is like that.

In fact, Nakano is the same.

You can control it all by yourself, and I have to catch up with supplementary control and output skills immediately. One or two fixed heroes may be okay, and you will get used to it if you play more, but with the expansion of the hero pool, it is impossible for every mid-field lineup to rely on The number of qualifying times drives the quality, and it still depends on tacit understanding after a long time.

Not to mention counter-ganks that happen in extreme cases.

Playing more with less is considered a show, and if you can counter-kill one or two, luck can't help, tacit understanding is okay.

Of course, this joke is very pure. Sleeping in a bed is nothing more than a bed where you snore and the other snores.

In the past, I could still struggle and retort that the Nakano and field of their team had never been assigned to the same room before, and the level of tacit understanding was still good. From now on...

Yimulian looked at the clock beside the bed showing that it was already late at night, and felt that what Huang said was right, he was almost insane.

The biological clock was violated, and the drowsiness soon came up. He was just thinking about sending a text message to the civet cat to keep him safe and avoid people thinking that he was kidnapped, but he forgot all about it in the next second and looked at it in a daze. After a few glances at his jungler, he fell asleep.

Huang sat on the bedside and made a phone call, he didn't specifically avoid him, but he wasn't interested in eavesdropping either.

"Understood", "Tomb-sweeping...", "Yes", "Next month", "Definitely".

Mostly these perfunctory conversations.

He fell asleep soon, and in a daze, Huang didn't wake him up, as if he could talk to him only when he couldn't think fully.

"I have something to confess.

"Actually, we should... talk about it later."

Huang's voice obviously paused, probably hesitating.

"Haven't you ever suspected that the hand injury was something I made up to make you feel guilty?"

The silence was much longer this time.

Yimulian felt that he could hear clearly, and almost woke up, but his energy and physical strength were squeezed too much, his eyelids collapsed, and he had no ability to resist.

He was a little afraid of the silence.

Fortunately, the silence didn't last until his consciousness disappeared again.

"Just kidding, what I want to confess is something else.

"Yimulian, you probably don't understand why I want to win so much.

"I didn't tell the truth, in order not to hurt your confidence and motivation. I have played the game for more than two years, five or six years, maybe earlier, the two years I answered you were only my time in QUQ-at that time I Thinking about it, Feng Shui turns around, almost, it's my turn."

Another lengthy silence.

"Sick in two years? Only a naive person like you will believe it. It sounds like I forged a critical illness notice just to get you..."

Still a long silence.

He felt someone hugging him in his arms, and the sound of his heart beating could be heard next to his ears.

"One eye at a time..."

The man was calling his name.

He was able to guess what the man was going to say next, and this time he must have guessed correctly, after all, he fell asleep, and the man's thin and thick skin could finally relax for a while, and say something that he couldn't usually say.

Like "I really like you".

tbc