i can't like him

He Qinian approached, sitting on a small low stool, neither playing games nor checking Weibo, staring blankly at the skin on Sheng Xinghe's back and the two slightly protruding shoulder blades.

It's like a kindergarten kid who sees something interesting, and there is nothing else in his focused sight.

The tip of the needle moves along the rudimentary shape of the wings, and the color that flows out dyes the skin, drawing a little bit from dark to light, and the feathers appear more vivid and three-dimensional.

At the beginning, I gritted my teeth in pain, but as time passed, the response of the nervous system seemed to become more and more sluggish, and the two shoulder blades seemed to be anesthetized.

At 02:30 in the morning, when the tattoo work was only halfway through, He Qinian yawned big, the tails of his eyes were reddish, and his pupils shone brightly under the light.

"Go back to rest early when you're sleepy," Sheng Xinghe said.

"I don't want it," He Qinian said stubbornly, "I'll be here with you." After speaking, he yawned again.

At this point, the whole city is very quiet, except for the humming of machines.

He Qinian opened the thick picture album on the coffee table, each totem has a detailed introduction and symbolic things, and there are also corresponding translations in various foreign languages.

Dubistmeinaugenstern.

You are the shining star in my eyes.

A series of well-designed cursive German characters, the shape is not complicated, the letters are slightly inclined, and the parts connecting the first and last strokes are very smooth, which is pleasing to the eye.

"How long will it take to write this thing?" He Qinian pointed to the string of German words and asked.

The other three men in the room looked over at the same time.

The boss said, "It's easy. Do you want a text? I'll get it done for you within an hour."

He Qinian agreed without hesitation. Sheng Xinghe saw the translation, the meaning was self-evident, and his heart softened.

He was secretly happy for a while, raised his eyes and asked, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

He Qinian answered neatly: "Don't you say it still hurts?"

The tattoo master asked curiously, "Which one?"

Sheng Xinghe choked, his skin was so hot that it almost burned.

He Qinian wanted to cover it up: "You don't understand!"

The boss rolled up his sleeves, went to the battle in person, prepared for 10 minutes, and then asked He Qinian where he was going to prepare for the essay.

Sheng Xinghe said: "Butt, there is a lot of flesh, it doesn't hurt."

He Qinian "呿" said: "Can people see the private part of the butt?"

Sheng Xinghe buried himself in his arms with a smile.

At first, He Qinian said that he wanted the text on his wrist, but when he thought that this place was too easy to be photographed by the camera, he changed the text to his chest, where the heart is.

When the needle tip pierced the skin, someone's mournful wailing echoed in the room: "Sheng Xinghe, you liar!"

Wife, madam, it hurts!

By the time the wings were all painted, it was already the next morning.

He Qi Nian curled up on the sofa in the corner and fell asleep, the sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the curtains and covered his skin.

The tattoo master finished packing his tools, stretched his waist and went downstairs, Sheng Xinghe got up, got dressed, and walked briskly to the sofa.

He Qinian was soundly asleep, no amount of movement woke him up.

His sleeping posture looked particularly insecure, with his arms folded and resting on his chest, and his whole body was curled up, like a sleeping baby.

Sheng Xinghe stretched out his index finger, gently hooked his collar, pulled it outward, and squeezed his gaze into the hidden area where there was no light.

Beside the pink and tender little sun, there is a string of beautiful German words, and a few stars of different sizes are dotted around the edges of the letters.

what.

want to kiss.

"Look at me." He Qinian smiled as soon as he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of doting, "Is it good?"

Sheng Xinghe nodded: "It looks good, I really like it."

He Qinian stretched his waist and abdomen, and suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Then what about yours, let me see."

Sheng Xinghe kissed him on the brow bone: "Go back and appreciate it slowly."

When he came back, he passed by the supermarket and bought some bread and vegetables. He Qinian was going to make sandwiches and some milk and rice cereal.

As soon as he entered the living room, He Qinian couldn't wait to lift up Sheng Xinghe's clothes to look at them.

The pattern is moved to the skin, which is more three-dimensional and real than what is seen in the picture book.

In order to prevent the tissue fluid from drying out too quickly, the tattoo artist wrapped a layer of plastic wrap on Sheng Xinghe's body.

"Does it hurt?" He Qinian asked again with concern.

The corner of Sheng Xinghe's mouth curled up: "It won't hurt if you don't do it."

He Qi snorted young, turned into the kitchen and left early.

The wall breaking machine made too much noise, Sheng Xinghe went up to the second floor to wash up with a toothbrush, and took a shower by the way. The tattoo artist said that it could be rinsed every three to four hours. shower room.

The chair in the bathroom was piled with dirty clothes that He Qinian had accumulated for several days. He stayed in a hotel during the competition, but he thought the hotel's washing machine was too dirty to use, and he was too lazy to wash it by hand, so he accumulated it for several days.

Fortunately, the weather is not hot this time, otherwise it will stink.

Sheng Xinghe picked up one by one, checked his trouser pockets, and threw them into the washing machine after making sure there was nothing there.

He Qinian is quite particular about this person, his underwear and socks have to be washed separately and rubbed with his hands, this is the first time in Sheng Xinghe's life that he washes his underwear for someone else, his shame is mixed with a bit of secret joy.

After all, this thing is considered the most personal and private object, and others can't even see it.

Only he knows what color and size He Qinian will wear every day.

He felt that he was probably sick, and he couldn't help being happy even after washing a pair of underwear. He didn't know what was going through his mind when He Qinian washed his underwear for him before.

"Wife!" The person downstairs shouted, "Have you finished your toothbrush yet! Go out and buy a bottle of salad dressing for me!"

"It's been cleaned a long time ago!" Sheng Xinghe is now used to this address, and yelled upstairs, "I'm washing your underwear! Just wait!"

"Ah!" He Qinian looked surprised, "Just leave it alone!"

Sheng Xinghe was afraid of disturbing the residents upstairs, so he stopped yelling with him, and quickly finished rubbing and wringing the hangers to dry on the balcony. During this interval, He Qinian had already trotted out to buy salad dressing.

The kitchen is very close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sun shines in all over the sky, raising the temperature in the room.

When Sheng Xinghe went downstairs, he saw He Qinian's broad back. He was washing something by the sink, and the water was rushing.

This scene made Sheng Xinghe stunned for a few seconds, the abundant sunlight, the warm living room, the energetic little boyfriend, and the rich aroma of rice porridge...

Isn't it the taste of home?

Warm and healing, every time you approach it, your nerves are automatically relieved.

Sheng Xinghe walked lightly and approached little by little. He Qinian was concentrating on frying eggs and didn't notice him at all.

A figure flashed on the range hood on the wall, and He Qinian glanced at it subconsciously. Then, his chest was pressed against his back, and he was surrounded by people from behind.

He lowered his head, with his arms wrapped around his lower abdomen, probably because he just finished rubbing things, the skin on Sheng Xinghe's hands looked whiter than usual, his nails were neatly manicured, revealing a light, healthy powder.

"It smells so good..." Sheng Xinghe rested his chin on his shoulder, and tightened his arms, obviously feeling the other party's movements pause.

He Qinian turned his head and glanced at him: "What smells good? My underwear smells good?"

Sheng Xinghe buried himself on his shoulder and laughed muffledly, and took a bite on the man's collarbone: "The rice paste smells so good."

He Qinian turned the egg over, then poked it lightly with chopsticks, thinking that it was half cooked before putting it on the dinner plate.

His wife's hands-on ability is not good, her mouth is very picky, she doesn't like hard-boiled eggs, she thinks they are dry.

He Qinian turned to wash the tomatoes, Sheng Xinghe stuck them sticky, and the tip of his wet tongue hooked his earlobe.

He Qinian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his fingers wet with water flicked on Sheng Xinghe's forehead: "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you right here, believe it or not?"

Sheng Xinghe pursed his lips and rubbed his ears against his ears: "I don't believe it."

He really didn't believe that He Qinian could do anything to him with a pile of breakfast that was about to be cooked.

But after all, the little wolf loves to eat meat.

He Qinian dropped the tomato in his hand, turned off the spout, and shook it twice with both hands.

Sheng Xinghe firmly pushed him against the edge of the pool and refused to turn around.

Both of them held back a lot of energy, He Qinian's thigh was stuck on the edge, and it hurt so much, he pinched the waist of the man behind him with his backhand, Sheng Xinghe's body softened, and the clasped arms immediately loosened.

He Qinian turned around and scratched him one after another, Sheng Xinghe laughed, his body slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

Begging for mercy is useless, it will only intensify the offensive.

He Qinian got stuck in his armpit, picked him up from the ground and put him on his shoulders, and ran towards the second floor briskly.

Sheng Xinghe's arms were half hanging, and he patted his back: "It hurts my ribs, let me down quickly."

"It's late." He Qinian put his arms around those two struggling thighs, and pushed open the door with one hand.

If it was normal, it would definitely be thrown into the bed, but considering that the tattoo on Sheng Xinghe's back might hurt, he moved gently.

Sheng Xinghe was put down and pushed down, and his back sank into the dark quilt. A ray of sunlight leaked in from the curtains and hit his face. He could clearly see his red ears, as if soaked in hot water. color.

He Qinian leaned over, put his palms on both sides of his body, and looked at him quietly, as if looking at an art statue, his gaze slid from the center of his brows to the bridge of the nose, lip crevice, chin, Adam's apple, and finally twisted together Two index fingers.

"What are you laughing at?" Sheng Xinghe asked.

He Qinian held his fingers in his palm, rubbed them twice, and then brought them to his lips for a kiss: "It's not the first time, are you still nervous?"

Sheng Xinghe didn't have the nerve to admit that his heart rate was over [-], so he changed the topic: "Aren't you hungry?"

He Qinian raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this just about to have dinner?"

Sheng Xinghe rubbed his back against the quilt, stepped on the edge of the bed with his right leg, and moved out of He Qinian's confinement area little by little.He moved a few centimeters away, and He Qinian knelt and caught up a few centimeters until his head hit the head of the bed with a "boom".

He Qinian lowered his eyes and laughed: "Where can you go?"

Sheng Xinghe blinked, pursed his lips, and muttered softly: "You are not hungry, I am still hungry."

He Qinian's elbows loosened, his upper body pressed against Sheng Xinghe's chest, and the evocative subwoofer lingered in his ears: "Then I'll feed you."

The voice is very soft, and the breath is soft, like a feather scraping the skin.

"Damn!" Sheng Xinghe smiled blushingly, "He Qinian, you are so perverted, you can say such things!"

"I've done everything, what else can't I say?" He Qinian knelt on his hips, raised his hand and took off his clothes, revealing the row of clear tattoos, and leaned over again.

The wet tip of the tongue brushed the lips.

Sheng Xinghe groaned when he pinched him. He wanted to hide but had nowhere to hide, so he could only retaliate in the same way.

The arm accidentally pressed the remote control, the curtains automatically slid to the sides, a large area of ​​sunlight poured in, and the room was completely bright.

Sweat rolled down and slipped into the crevice of eyelashes, He Qinian didn't bother to wipe it off, but just blinked.He looked at the pair of black wings behind Sheng Xinghe, swaying with the ups and downs of his shoulder blades, in a haze, it really seemed like he was about to fly,

Sheng Xinghe was sweating uncontrollably, and he grabbed the bed sheet with his fingers indiscriminately, turning it into a ball of blooming flowers. The blue blood vessels were almost bursting, which was extremely eye-catching in the sun.

He Qinian's eyes noticed it, and he held his slightly trembling joints, squeezed his fingertips into the gaps between his fingers, interlocked, and clenched tightly.

Sweat slipped and bloomed drop by drop...

The sunlight that fell on the room gradually changed its direction, making it hard to keep your eyes open.

"Brother..." He Qinian pressed his forehead against Sheng Xinghe's chest, and he could hear his heart beating violently.

Sheng Xinghe lowered his head and rubbed his hair, wrapped his arms around his neck, responded lightly, and then smiled: "I know you love me."

I was robbed of what I wanted to say, and He Qinian also smiled: "In the future, I will only love more and more."

"I can talk sweet words," Sheng Xinghe said, "I can't dance anymore, I'm retired, what about getting old?"

"I'm not a few years younger than you," He Qinian pecked his lips, "I can't leave you, I want to hug you, and I want to be hugged by you."

After all, the ferocious tiger still can't stop the car, and it has to make people unconscious to be reconciled.

Sheng Xinghe didn't take a shower or put on any clothes afterwards, and curled up in the messy quilt, unwilling to move.

It seems that the body is not his own, and the soul is about to float.

He thought to himself: It's better to train at the base, and save some effort.

He Qinian brought rice noodles and sandwiches from downstairs. The hot rice noodles had completely cooled down, but luckily the taste didn't change much.

Sheng Xinghe relied on being favored by others, and would rather watch videos on his mobile phone than do anything. He waited for someone to feed him mouthfuls, chewing and making harsh suggestions: "If you put too little salad dressing, it won't taste good."

There was a sound of footsteps rushing from the second floor to the first floor. He Qinian walked in the wind, and the green radish leaves in the corridor trembled.

After eating the two sandwiches, Sheng Xinghe muttered again: "I kind of want to eat strawberries."

"Is cherries okay?" He Qinian remembered that the fruit he bought last night hadn't been opened yet, "I'll wash it for you, and I'll buy you strawberries next time!"

Sheng Xinghe grudgingly grinned, "Okay then."

He Qinian was ordered around without stopping, as tired as a dog, but happy with it.

The vacation this time is only two days, too short to go on a trip. The two of them took a walk near their home. The athlete’s dating process is very healthy. They run, climb mountains, go to the park to play fancy rope skipping, and calm down to play a few minutes with the old man in the park. game of chess.

Stay in your room and watch a movie at night.

He had just taken a shower and was limp all over. He Qinian grabbed Sheng Xinghe's feet and cut his nails. There was a useless old magazine on the bed sheet.

"Crack", there were too many cuts, Sheng Xinghe let out a "hiss", and almost kicked him in the face, "Can you be gentle? You cut all the meat off!"

He Qinian pinched his little toe and placed it on his knee. Before he could start to move, Sheng Xinghe suddenly lifted his foot, and the sole of his foot made intimate contact with He Qinian's lips.

"Hey!" He Qinian leaned back and reached out to hold his ankle, "What's the benefit of you kicking me like this, I'll kiss you again later."

Sheng Xinghe pulled the quilt to cover half of his face: "I won't kiss you anymore."

It's okay not to mention that, as soon as He Qinian was mentioned, he immediately became excited, put the nail clippers on the magazine, propped them on the sides of his thighs, and quickly climbed to the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt, but it didn't come off. Showing the back of a dark head and a few fingers.

The two began to compete again.

He Qinian got into the quilt from the side and tickled him. Sheng Xinghe's body went limp, and he collapsed from laughing. He had to poke his head out to inhale oxygen, and intermittently begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't kick you gone."

He Qinian pinched his chin and sucked his lips hard, "Are you still making trouble?"

Sheng Xinghe shook his head: "Stop making trouble today, let's make trouble next time."

The laughter was gradually covered by the sound of the TV, and He Qinian continued to cut his nails: "If you retire in the future, will you stay here to work, or go to school to lead the team?"

Sheng Xinghe thought for a while: "It's more likely to stay here, why, are you afraid of having a long-distance relationship with me?"

"That's for sure!" He Qinian raised his eyelids and looked at him, "I want you to move in and live with me, so that I can see you every day when I open my eyes, and I can still hug you before going to bed every day."

He Qinian has always spoken bluntly, Sheng Xinghe's old face turned red, and he couldn't help but speak yellowly: "Every day? You think I'm exhausted to death?"

He Qinian hung his head and giggled silly.

"There will be tournaments coming up. You have to take it easy. It's been said on the Internet that overindulgence can lead to kidney deficiency and affect the performance of the game." Sheng Xinghe said solemnly.

He Qinian pinched the sole of his foot and slid down, touching a sensitive part: "Then do you think I'm weak?"

"Fuck!" Sheng Xinghe bounced away quickly like a frightened cat, "You were a Viagra in your previous life!"