Wildfire Mambo

The breath in front of the lips and tongue was entangled with the hazy water vapor, Jian Zhuo opened his mouth, but his lips were trembling because of the clenched molars, he said, I have never believed you.

Zhou Shuchen still didn't show an overly cold expression, but when Jian Zhuo looked down into Zhou Shuchen's pupils, he seemed to meet that taciturn boy who always walks at night with his spine bent. He was wearing a white school uniform, The blue ginkgo is blooming on the left chest, holding the drone model of the school club in his hand, and all he thinks about is how to dismantle it.At that time, Jian Zhuo would even want to hug him from behind, and tell him not to fall in love with someone who doesn't like to listen to him.

Jian Zhuo stretched out his arms to wrap around Zhou Shuchen's neck, buried Zhou Shuchen's stiff neck vigorously and sincerely, and said in a low voice, with a rare tone of forgiveness: "Brother, leave me alone...just leave it, okay?" .”

Zhou Shuchen didn't hug him back, and occasionally he couldn't understand why Jian Zhuo's fingers touching him were so hot at this moment, but he still rejected him like this.Even when they just got acquainted, Jian Zhuo would not be like this.He will think that maybe his way of dealing with feelings is not right, too much crossing the line will leave the other party with no room to breathe, but he probably won't learn how to grasp the appropriate distance in this life, if his love is true.

The broken beads of the past will always be completely covered by Jian Zhuo's words: the parents who left him in place and left; A shower in a box full of dried blood.

As he grew older, he began to gradually understand what Du Juan said to him at that time, that people need to establish contact with others in order to live.

And it seems that this connection is too weak, because the only person he really cares about is Jian Zhuo.He is also very obsessed with Jian Zhuo's feeling of relying on him, which makes him feel for the first time after puberty that he is a person who actually exists in this world, and that there will be someone who will die for him after he disappears without a sound tears.

When he met Jian Zhuo who said to him "I deserve to be favored by you", the idea of ​​"maybe we can go on together this time" briefly flashed in his mind, and from that moment on, his feelings became one The casino game is decided to leave, like soap bubbles under the sun, no matter what the ending is, he would rather that Jian Zhuo never reveals the answer.

After a while, he said to Jian Zhuo, "Tell me."

Zhou Shuchen squatted down again, as if he was trying to find Jian Zhuo's erratic gaze, and he repeated morbidly, "What happened recently."

Jian Zhuo gritted, "What's the big deal", and shook his head again and again as if to avoid such gazes.Zhou Shuchen held his wrist with greater strength, pressed on the edge of a bruise, and the pain spread from there, as if he was eager for Jian Zhuo to take out that dependence again: "Tell me one by one. "

Jian Zhuo slowly closed his eyes, and a dry kiss fell in front of Zhou Shuchen's eyes. He was unwilling to retreat, and firmly believed that everything would be fine after he took care of his own affairs.

Being overjoyed has never been regarded as an adult's right. Jian Zhuo always couldn't tell whether Zhou Shuchen was sad or angry at such moments, and he didn't dare to look at it. He just comforted and felt wronged on Zhou Shuchen's face The lingering kiss, when touching Zhou Shuchen's lips, Jian Zhuo suddenly stopped all movements, just touching like that, he probably knew that Zhou Shuchen was very sad at this moment.

How could it be like this, Jian Zhuo didn't understand, he thought he could always bring Zhou Shuchen happiness, and he also guaranteed that in the past.But now he is just sitting here, and Zhou Shuchen has shown such sad emotions.

There was a dull pain in the lower lip, Zhou Shuchen bit him, his lips hit his teeth, the kiss began to become sticky and wet, and the smell of rust fled around in the small hot space connected to each other.Jian Zhuo's eyelids vented their strength, and they softened to rest on his uneasy and shaking pupils. He was pressed against the white porcelain wall covered in wet mist, and softly accepted everything Zhou Shuchen did to him.Trembling, he stretched out his hand to hug Zhou Shuchen, and put his palm on Zhou Shuchen's raised shoulder blade, because he could feel the signs of movement.

Jian Zhuo has become thinner again, like a candle that is about to be blown out by the window, the ribs stick out, the skin covering it is as thin as a piece of paper, it seems to be a tree branch covered with snow, no one can tell whether it is withered or not, but Zhou Shuchen felt that the root under his fingers would probably bloom.

Swallowing his fingers, Jian Zhuo seemed a little blind. Zhou Shuchen's joints were trembling slightly from the hot tongue. He lowered his eyes and rested on Jian Zhuo's forehead. He will always make others think he is very good.

Sporadic blood was scorched on the corners of Zhou Shuchen's lips, gorgeous and a little sad.He held Jian Zhuo's restlessly fluttering lips again, sucked lightly to the silver ring, and supported Jian Zhuo's back spoon while kissing, not letting his head touch the hard wall, stroking him lifelessly hair strands.

Jian Zhuo gasped with difficulty in front of his lips, and tried to grab Zhou Shuchen's wet front with both hands, but Zhou Shuchen stepped back without a trace, strangled his slender neck again, and his warm breath swept across In Jian Zhuo's ear, he asked, "Jian Zhuo, do you know exactly what kind of life you want?"

"What do you want me to do in the future?" Zhou Shuchen took another step back and asked softly.

Jian Zhuo didn't speak, just looked at him with pursed lips, leaned over to hug him more stubbornly, but accidentally lost his focus and fell off the table, crashed into Zhou Shuchen's arms, and wrapped him tightly at that moment, Like a little animal craving love after a storm.

Such unclear contradictions reappeared again, and Zhou Shuchen even felt the secret anger seeping out after a long period of confusion.Nothing to say, nothing to say, he never thought that one day he would use this word to describe him and Jian Zhuo.Jian Zhuo holding him is like the autumn rain falling outside the window, bleak and lingering, sticking to his chest, but it seems that nothing can penetrate into his inner blood.

He frowned and tried to bite Jian Zhuo's rolling throat, and when he was holding Xiaojie in his mouth, he heard a vague sob, the pink smoked the person in his arms, giving birth to a sickly beauty.

This is probably not a sexual thing born of lust, but all tyrannical factors can be attributed to this animal instinct in the end.There is never more than one organ that can be expressed in the upper and lower parts of the human body, maybe the eyes or the skin.Zhou Shuchen is extremely eager to get close to Jian Zhuo, but they still have nothing to say between them, and in the end there is only the most naked way left.

The hot penis was embedded in Jian Zhuo's body, and he could only tighten the white sheets.Respecting Jian Zhuo's wish like a joke, Zhou Shuchen didn't take off the top that Jian Zhuo used to cover the scars, even though the cloth was soaked and weakly attached to his body.The trousers fell to the ankle, and the ankle was propped on the side of the bed, everything looked so precarious.

Lust keeps expanding in Jian Zhuo's chest, like an inflated pink hydrogen balloon, which almost bursts when encountering high temperature.His mind was in chaos, his body was sore and he had no energy, and Zhou Shuchen made him lose his precise perception. All his feelings were transformed into more abstract expressions in the blur of inflammation. Together.

All eyes were on the eye-catching white gauze on the back of Jian Zhuo's neck, Zhou Shuchen frowned, took a few deep breaths, and pulled Jian Zhuo's upper arm to turn his body over.Seemingly obsessed with seeing him shed tears, Zhou Shuchen pressed Jian Zhuo's waist, his movements became more and more ruthless, and Jian Zhuo could only escape with a gossamer breath between the soft sheets.

He unfolded the only healthy sensory organ between the sweaty bangs, and saw Zhou Shuchen seemed to light a cigarette, the flame flashed, and his appearance became a little sharp, but he was helplessly helpless, like a blunt blade.Jian Zhuo tried his best to straighten his body forward, took the cigarette from his lips easily, could not taste anything, his tongue was just bitter for a while, only the gray smoke mixed with the white water vapor, in Jian Zhuo's eyes twisted into a double helix shape.

I always thought that my possessiveness towards the child would be too much, but in fact Zhou Shuchen was not a big brother who was keen to protect the sky with one hand and protect everywhere, he would just drink with Jian Zhuo when he was arguing for an iced drink. Zhuo will hug Jian Zhuo only when he gets retribution and his stomach hurts, and he says don't do that next time.Growth is set within a controllable threshold, and Zhou Shuchen is willing to keep Jian Zhuo's innocence to a great extent no matter what age he is.Like crushed lychees, like thin peaches, like Coke Zero, like non-alcoholic beer, like subtitles under pornographic movies, like drones that lose their way in the city, like all the insignificant things he brought to Jian Zhuo.

"Jian Zhuo." Zhou Shuchen pressed Jian Zhuo's cheekbones with his fingertips, called his name, almost instinctively trying to get a response.

Jian Zhuo just quietly looked at Zhou Shuchen with half-closed eyes, the flush didn't seem to be able to get into his pupils.In Zhou Shuchen's memory, the former Jian Zhuo would never hold back tears in front of him, but now Jian Zhuo is not even willing to shed tears in front of himself anymore.

This is the first time Zhou Shuchen has been told that his child has grown up.

In the situation where he couldn't personally feel Jian Zhuo's situation, he found that he didn't seem to be able to empathize with Jian Zhuo, so he didn't ask any questions, but just tried his best to be this "accompanying" until he really realized the card At the moment when the tower was completely crumbling, he could no longer know which direction the wind was coming from. He couldn't fully empathize with Jian Zhuo's sorrow, pain, and struggle. He could only watch Jian Zhuo go further and further No one knows whether Jian Zhuo will disappear at the end of the riverside path in the dusty industrial area in the end.

The climax is addictive, short sparks fly across Jian Zhuo's eyes, that tiny moment seems to make him completely forget the whole world.In the blurry and transparent high-temperature world, everything seems to be a heat radiation map.In a daze, Jian Zhuo heard Zhou Shuchen whisper his name twice above his head, his voice was very soft, tender and sad, and then he said, Jian Zhuo, no one in this world wants you to grow up more than me .