Wildfire Mambo

As if aware of something, Jian Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes, and when he met Zhou Shuchen who was only an inch away from him, he took a deep breath.

"Why don't you go in?" Zhou Shuchen asked with downcast eyes.

Before Jian Zhuo came back to his senses, he saw Zhou Shuchen ambiguously stretching out his fingers to pull out his necklace with keys from the collar of his Tang suit, and then raised his eyelids and stared at him softly, like a kind of torture.

"I'll just come over and leave right away." Jian Zhuo explained, he put the cardboard box on the ground, patted his pants, looked down at his watch, and said to Zhou Shuchen with a serious face, "Birthday hapiness".

He pointed to the cardboard box and said, "This is a gift." With a "bye" in his mouth, he turned around and was about to leave.

Zhou Shuchen stretched his arms around his waist and pulled him back: "From the north of the city to the south of the city. You crossed the right city and came here just to say happy birthday to me?"

Jian Zhuo didn't look at him: "Not only that, isn't this also a gift?"

"Why didn't you send him to the hospital just now?" Zhou Shuchen looked down at him, "Are you begging for pity now?"

"I'm begging your mother!" Jian Zhuo became anxious for a moment, terrified of grievance: "Why are you yelling at me! Didn't I see that you were going to have dinner with others! And I wanted to come and wait for you, who knows what you did Come back so late..."

Zhou Shuchen didn't answer, he held Jian Zhuo and opened the door with the key hanging around his neck, then moved closer and said, "Now I know how to use the key?"

Jian Zhuo got out of his arms, and pressed Zhou Shuchen against the entrance wall with his backhand: "Zhou Shuchen, are you kidding me? It's fun to see me like this? You do those things so that I can't even write songs. Then my mind revolves around you all day long, but you can live a normal life and be so close to others. You make me feel like I am a fool!"

Zhou Shuchen turned his head to look at him, with no expression on his face: "I asked you if you like me, but you didn't say anything."

Jian Zhuo clenched his molars, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"Then let me ask again." Zhou Shuchen clasped Jian Zhuo's wrist, took a step forward and pressed Jian Zhuo between the wall and himself: "Do you like me?"

His eyes ran away unconsciously, Jian Zhuo didn't understand, the answer was obviously put on the table, but Zhou Shuchen insisted on pressing so hard, which made him feel ashamed, nodding first was like admitting defeat first, as if completely Being captured by Zhou Shuchen, he will have to stand under the ladder forever from now on.

Zhou Shuchen's actions were more like encouragement, he gently supported Jian Zhuo's face, and pressed his callused fingertips to his earlobe.But the tone is tough with questioning: "Speak."

Having been breached by the aggressive questioning, Jian Zhuo frowned, and suddenly cried.

Those tears fell like broken crystal chains.He couldn't understand his shameful physical reaction, and hastily wiped away the damp heat with his wide sleeves. He stood there with his head buried very low, and after a while he broke down and said, "How could I not like you...but I Afraid, Zhou Shuchen, terribly afraid."

Jian Zhuo covered his face with the palm of his hand: "...Should I like you?! I'm a man, and when others treat me well, I still rush to like him like a fucking dog. Is this normal?"

The sound of whimpering filled the entire space, and timidity was put on the table, exposed to the light, trying to clean up Jian Zhuo bit by bit.

Suddenly, Jian Zhuo felt his face lifted, and the stress reaction made him close his eyes nervously.

At that moment, a warm touch hit his eyelids, he moved uneasily, and felt his wrists being tightly clasped again.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes and kissed Jian Zhuo's eyelids, stained with some saltiness.

Soon, Zhou Shuchen buried his head into Jian Zhuo's neck and shoulders, probably because he felt that his current expression was really unattractive.

Jian Zhuo was flustered all of a sudden, opened his mouth, and only made a few hurried breath sounds in a hurry, but ended without a problem.

Their chests got closer, and Jian Zhuo could feel Zhou Shuchen's heart beating violently.He didn't know what words to use to describe the emotions at this moment, the bursts of sourness continued to make people forget the joy, only felt that Zhou Shuchen's heartbeat was shaking his skeleton.

"...Jian Zhuo." Zhou Shuchen's voice sounded from the side of his neck in a low voice, with some helplessness: "You still say you don't know."

Jian Zhuo in front of him seemed to be completely unconscious, and he didn't even know what he could say at this moment. His hand grasping the fabric in Zhou Shuchen's sleeve loosened and tightened again.I don't know if it's the fear of Zhou Shuchen's superficial free attitude, or the panic of the unknown future, Jian Zhuo never thought that one day she would be so worried about gains and losses, worrying so much like a girl.

Zhou Shuchen reached out to remove those hot beads, a little helpless: "Don't cry, little ancestor."

Jian Zhuo sniffed hard, cursed and said that he didn't want to, and said that he could keep on scolding without changing his face when he was in battle, and that he could cry every minute when he met Zhou Shuchen.He stretched out his arms to cover his face again, yelling at Zhou Shuchen not to look at him while spitting out obscenities.

Zhou Shuchen felt that Jian Zhuo like this was cute and funny, so he had no choice but to pull off his coat, hug Jian Zhuo into his arms, and kissed his haircut to create a safe space for him.

Jian Zhuo only felt dizzy for a while, and it was even more untenable when he smelled the smell of vetiver soaked in Zhou Shuchen's body.He hugged Zhou Shuchen's waist with all his strength, and the strength caused the wound on his left chest to hurt for a while, but he knew the pain like this, and he didn't think of letting go at all.

After tidying up those embarrassing tears, Jian Zhuo drilled out from his chest, pursed her lips and stared up at him, blushing terribly, not knowing what weird thoughts were drafting in her head.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes and met his eyes: "What do you always look at me for?"

Jian Zhuo rolled his eyes: "May I kiss you?"

Immediately afterwards, he added: "Right now."

Before the words were finished, Jian Zhuo leaned forward, grasped the front sight this time, tilted his head slightly, and touched Zhou Shuchen's thin lips.He tried to open his mouth, but he looked very clumsy, his canine teeth pressed against his lips arrogantly, his small tongue licked Zhou Shuchen's lips, and the silver ring also went in, squeezing their lips numb.

Burned by the unexpected honesty, Zhou Shuchen couldn't make any response for a while, just like a pure high school student, letting Jian Zhuo spoil her.

Jian Zhuo kissed the corner of his lips again, and grinned at him with a wicked smile: "So that's how it feels."

"The feeling of addiction?" Zhou Shuchen slightly turned his head and said, as if joking: "NewDrug."

I saw that Jian Zhuo looked like a cooked shrimp, red from head to tail: "You check my phone..."

Zhou Shuchen gently stroked Jian Zhuo's back spoon, but did not speak.

He asked Jian Zhuo to face up to his feelings, and asked Jian Zhuo to speak out seriously. It was not that Zhou Shuchen liked to make things difficult for Jian Zhuo.

His thoughts have never changed from beginning to end, just like Beauvoir's extremely emotional "Love Letters Overseas" wrote: "One day I still long to meet you.But I will never beg you.It's not out of pride, you should know that I have no pride in your presence.It's because if you don't want to, this meeting is meaningless.

Remember, I will always want you to ask me. '

This feeling came so suddenly that he always felt caught off guard.

In the past, he always tried to understand emotions with an objective and rational attitude. For example, he was so bored that he looked up some materials to demonstrate the proportion of love at first sight and love over time in the initiation of feelings.

Love is endless trouble.Zhou Shuchen is very clear about this.

But not only these.

Only after meeting Jian Zhuo did Zhou Shuchen realize that perhaps this was not a loss-making business, in fact, happiness is always more than expected, which made the 26-year-old Zhou Shuchen start to enjoy it.

Sometimes Zhou Shuchen would think, why did his feelings for Jian Zhuo become like this?

It originally came from a kind of care that the elderly couldn't tolerate; it also came from his self-restraint of "need to be worthy of a friend so he must also take care of her brother".

But the development of things is no longer under human control. The agreed little finger, the outstretched palm, and the sincere heart, all of these are just because Zhou Shuchen can't find anyone to treat Jian Zhuo when he doesn't want to make Jian Zhuo suffer. He said, "It's okay", "I believe in you", "I will always love you".

Jian Zhuo seemed to understand Zhou Shuchen's inner struggle, so he reached out to pat Zhou Shuchen's back and smiled warmly at him.

Zhou Shuchen just instinctively hugged the child tighter, as if he wanted to hide a piece of hard-won jade from now on.

The strength made Jian Zhuo narrow his eyes slightly, and he said softly: "It hurts."

Zhou Shuchen let go of Jian Zhuo, smiled shyly, and said sorry.

The Zhou Shuchen tonight is something that Jian Zhuo has never seen before. He will be angry, cold-faced, and shy. Stripping away those bottomless indulgences to him, it turns out that Zhou Shuchen is also a very lively boy.

Jian Zhuo stared at Zhou Shuchen, who was a bit novel to him: "I seem to know you better today."

Zhou Shuchen pinched Jian Zhuo's fingers lightly, pursed his lips, blushed his ears, and said in a low voice, "My heart is easy to read, you only need to spend a little time scanning to know all the answers." Jian Zhuo blushed, and suddenly seemed to think of something, lowered her head and began to unbutton her Tang suit.

The neckline was open, and a large piece of white jade-like skin was exposed under the warm yellow light. Jian Zhuo opened the left lapel, and saw that the skin was covered with lines of a map, marking imaginary and straight latitude and longitude lines, and "Adventure" in curly form, and a cartoon airplane line, is flying to the heart-shaped geometric island.

It was a jigsaw puzzle corner of the Nordic map, Iceland, Denmark, and Greenland, and on the top of the pattern, touching the upper edge of the heart was a corner of Greenland, a heart-shaped ice-colored island.

As the climate warms, the coldest heart in the world is melting irresistibly.

What's more, the heart that belongs to Jian Zhuo is buried in the warm blood.

Zhou Shuchen stared blankly at the scar that was still red and swollen, and slowly raised his eyes, as if uncertain: "The heart of Greenland?"

Trapped in the sofa bed, Jian Zhuo blinked lightly, clutched the straps on both sides and said timidly, as if it was a bit difficult to say: "The second birthday gift. This time I have to take you there."

He smiled freely, and his canines also escaped. Holding Zhou Shuchen's index finger, he tapped it on the raised plane line: "This plane is yours."

With some tenderness, Jian Zhuo led Zhou Shuchen's finger to slide lightly along the dotted line representing the route, and finally stopped on the heart: "I want your route to end at my heart of Greenland."

The child's way of expressing his love was extremely reckless, Zhou Shuchen's heart was so soft and sore by Jane Zhuo, he bent his knees and pushed Jian Zhuo against the back of the sofa, tilted his head and kissed his lips earnestly.

This time, he was no longer as disorganized as Jian Zhuo was leading, Zhou Shuchen gently licked his slightly dry lips, pushing away the trembling teeth.

It was a long kiss, but it was a little bit cautious.

But Jian Zhuo didn't believe in evil, like a baby catching the sweetness, he opened his lips and responded eagerly, when Zhou Shuchen subconsciously grasped Jian Zhuo's shoulder and touched the bare skin, he couldn't help shrinking back nervously, a stress reaction As if clenching his teeth, a bloody bruise was drawn on Zhou Shuchen's lower lip.

Jian Zhuo fell on the cushion, the jacket was even more messed up, the suspenders were hanging lazily on the elbows, the neckline was cut open wantonly, exposing the sun-less skin, and the pure black, chaotic and wanton romantic dress on it. Tattoo pattern.

He panted lightly and laughed, and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Shuchen gracefully, his eyes had some water vapor due to the lack of oxygen, and they were folded in gold under the light, shining like stars.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes slightly, gently wiped the sporadic blood from the corners of his lips, and said casually: "Jian Zhuo, you are only 19 years old."

He stretched out his thumb to touch Jian Zhuo's lower lip, which was inlaid with a silver ring. Seeing the scarlet blood covering it little by little, he raised his eyelids and fixedly met Jian Zhuo's eyes, and said in a low voice, "You make me feel like I am committing a crime."