another me in the world

☆、Snow skin mooncake 1

When I woke up the next morning, the sky was not yet bright, and the faint skylight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and Xiangbei's mind was also hazy.With his back pressed against his warm chest, he could feel his strong heartbeat, his rising and falling breaths, and any tiny tremors he could clearly feel.

Xiang Beifa instinctively rubbed Mo Zhihan lightly, feeling relieved that the other party tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter.Both of them were naked, and the body's reaction in the morning was honest and intense, and he could clearly feel the fiery hardness of each other's sensitive parts.Xiang Bei blushed, he completely recalled the details of last night.

Mo Zhihan turned off the light, and Xiangbei realized in the dark that maybe Brother Han was not used to the fact that he looked more like him for a while, it was understandable, after all, he also wanted to laugh when facing a similar face field impulse.But he turned off the lights last night and still didn't make it to the end. Mo Zhihan thoughtfully gave him the ultimate pleasure experience with his hands, and then hugged him who had softened into a puddle of water in his arms and stopped moving. After the orgasm, he was dazed and had no time to look at him. He panted for a long time like a dying fish. When he finally calmed down, he realized that Mo Zhihan hadn't done anything at all. From the beginning to the end, he was the only one. It's so cool.

"Brother Han..." The darkness covered his shyness, Xiang Bei took out the lubricant from under the pillow, put the back of his hand behind his back, and handed it to Mo Zhihan, "You...don't want to do it?"

Mo Zhihan didn't speak, he threw the pipe aside, held Xiang Bei's hand, and guided him to comfort himself, Xiang Bei did as he did, he used his hands alternately, exhausted all his strength, until his arms were sore It's numb, and finally brought Mo Zhihan to the top.The man behind him was short of breath, his whole body tensed up, and Xiang Bei was also satisfied with the gushing desire.

But this satisfaction was mixed with a subtle loss, and Xiang Bei always felt that he and Mo Zhihan should be more closely integrated.

"Let's go, let's go wash up." After a long time, Xiang Bei was about to fall asleep, Mo Zhihan said softly with his arms around his waist.

"I'm so sleepy...can I wash it tomorrow morning?" Xiang Bei was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, and he didn't mind Mo Zhihan's things staying on him for a while, he liked to have this person's on his body breath.

"No. I don't feel comfortable." Mo Zhihan first wiped the two of them with a paper towel, got up and turned on the light, hugged Xiang Bei to take a bath, and hooked Xiang Bei around his neck, amused and helpless I think it's really troublesome to be with a clean freak.

Mo Zhihan took a shower for Xiangbei, carried him back to the bedroom, and fell asleep with him from behind.Although there was still a little regret in his heart, Xiang Bei was really weak and sleepy, and he fell asleep soon.

Recalling everything in the morning, Xiangbei's sleepiness gradually dissipated. He turned over and faced Mo Zhihan face to face. He plunged into Mo Zhihan's arms and rubbed his unkempt head against his chest.

"Are you awake?" Mo Zhihan patted his head, his voice hoarse and lazy because he just woke up.

"Hmm." Xiang Bei lay on his chest, unwilling to raise his head. He struggled for a while, and said embarrassedly, "Brother Han... um, did I make you uninterested? Or are you afraid that I... will hurt?" Although These words are hard to say, but Xiang Bei still intends to ask clearly. Since the two are happy together, they will face these problems sooner or later. Mo Zhihan obviously has needs, and he is obviously ready. Does he not want to be more intimate with him?

Mo Zhihan caressed his back and was silent for a long time. Before he met Xiangbei, he had no desire for men or women. He defined himself as a sex-cold person. Now he has not been with Xiangbei for a long time. - The fire is blazing, it's already a miracle.

He deliberately turned off the lights last night, but he still didn't go in at the last moment. Why?

"Xiao Bei," Mo Zhihan hooked Xiang Bei's chin to make him look up, and he met his confused and even apologetic eyes, "It's not your problem..."

Xiang Bei puffed his lips and said, "I, um, am not afraid of pain..."

Mo Zhihan looked deeply into Xiang Bei's eyes, he could see his faint anxiety, Xiao Bei wanted to please him in this matter, but he was powerless.Mo Zhihan felt that it was necessary for him to explain the problem clearly. Although it would be tantamount to uncovering his own scars, he was even more unwilling to bear an inexplicable sense of guilt because of his problem.

"I think I may need a process," Mo Zhihan said seriously, "I sometimes have nightmares..."

Xiangbei knows this, he still remembers hearing his screams in the middle of the night when he lived at Mo Zhihan's house.He looked at Mo Zhihan sincerely, and wanted to be a good listener from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Zhihan gave him this opportunity. After all, in this world, Xiang Bei is his closest and most trusted person: "When I was young, I saw my father invite many people to our house for sex-parties. They got together, Using alcohol, marijuana, and aphrodisiacs to add to the fun, men and women get entangled together..." Mo Zhihan's tone was calm, and there was even a mean and sarcastic smile on his lips, "And he never shy away from me or my mother , I even heard that my father asked my mother to participate, and my mother refused, so he beat her..."

Xiang Bei gradually frowned, feeling a tight pain in his chest, he rubbed his forehead against Mo Zhihan's, but didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Mo Zhihan smiled, touched the tip of his nose, and comforted him in turn: "I may have a little psychological shadow, but after all these years have passed, it doesn't have a big impact. You don't have to worry..." Mo Zhihan Pinching Xiang Bei's butt, the sexy voice plucked at the heartstrings, "...my fighting power."

Xiang Bei knew that Mo Zhihan said this to reassure him, and he felt even more distressed by it. He tried his best to calm down his anger and anxiety. After a long time, he still couldn't help asking: "Why don't you get a divorce?"

Mo Zhihan shook his head. He was less than ten years old at the time, and there were too many things he didn't understand. Maybe it was because his mother still had feelings for that talented artist?Maybe because of saving face?After all, my mother's natal family can be considered a big and respectable family.Maybe because of him?I don't want him to live in a broken family.It's also possible that the mother was threatened by that scum, so she didn't dare to divorce?

20 years later, everything is impossible to know.

"The most ironic thing is not that they maintain their marriage in name only, but the attitude of the people around them towards these things," Mo Zhihan sighed softly. He has never talked about the past with others these years. Those memories rotted deep in his mind. In fact, the root system is deeper. Today, he finally vomited quickly, which made him feel a lot easier. "I was too young at the time, and I didn't know what to do. I talked to a very close teacher about it. These are very cryptic, but he definitely understands...but guess what he said?"

Shaking his head to the north, he looked at Mo Zhihan without blinking.

Mo Zhihan smiled bitterly: "He said, Antoine, your father is a different person. He is a genius, and geniuses are always different."

At that time, Mo Zhihan didn't quite understand the meaning of these words. As he grew up, he saw a lot of people around him's attitude towards his father. The Most Valuable Living Painter" came to worship as a god.They can forgive his moodiness, madness and confusion, and many people are even willing to indulge in extreme sensory stimulation with him. They think that is the way to the ultimate inspiration and the art paradise.

"Later, I gradually understood that art itself is a very noble word, but some artists have nothing to do with nobleness. They just use art as a universal fig leaf. When you accuse them, they will be righteous with their supporters. I am telling you that art has no boundaries and should not be restricted. Artists who have power are lunatics. They can even give many examples, such as Van Gogh, Picasso, Caravaggio... Which one is a normal person in the public sense ?”

Xiang Bei listened silently, and he had to admit that although he, an ordinary person, had nothing to do with art, he could understand Mo Zhihan's words, probably ordinary people have a sense of awe for things they don't understand ?Geniuses are always easier to forgive.

But Xiangbei didn't have the energy to engage in public psychological analysis. He only felt sour and hot anger and pity burning in his chest. He kissed Mo Zhihan's forehead, put his hand on his heart, and said every word. Said: "Brother Han, thank you for trusting me and telling me this. I can't travel through time and space to go back to when you were a child, but I promise you that every day in the future, as long as you need me, I will be by your side. You can treat me as Anyone, if you need me to protect you, I am your knight, if you need me to follow you, I am your disciple, if you need me to accompany you, I am your friend, if you need me to love you, I am it is me."

"I love you," Xiang Bei felt his heart beating a little faster, and his voice trembled, "From now on, I won't agree to any hurt or grievance you suffer."