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Shen Yan opened her eyes in a trance. The man's choked voice on his shoulder was like a soft thorn, sticking in his mouth.

"Don't cry ..."

He said his voice was hoarse. The body temperature was too high, and the vocal cords passed along as if there were flames slowly roasting, each word with a burning smell.

When I said that, the palm of my hand gently held the back of Qi Qi's head, pressing **** myself. He heard Qi Zi whisper weakly, his face buried on his chest slowly rubbing a few times, but his shoulders were still shaking, his right hand grabbed his back almost begging, and there was a fierce pain.

Shen Yan frowned, panting for a while, still clasping the back of her neck with her hands, and slowly pushed forward slowly.

There is a kind of illusion that the iron chisel is knocked into the pile by an inch of a hammer-

Very hard, but very dull.

Very blunt, but without leaving a little room, tenaciously occupied all.

"Woo ..."

Qi Qi was a little unconscious, breathing like a lack of oxygen.

But it wasn't just breathing deep in the throat, but intermittent syllables he had never heard before. Each syllable seems to rise to the surface from a few feet deep, it is wet and turbid, but it has the addictive effect of anesthetic.

"Shen Yan ..."

His sanity could not tell whether he was resisting or inviting.

His body is very clear.

When a person instinctively reacts to pain, he will unconsciously push him back, but instead he will hug and tighten—even, biting his lips to restrain his crying, catering for the man ’s movements and slowly separating his legs . Although the process is very difficult without any preparation.

Shen Yan had to stop for a moment, her eyes closed, but she was panting.

He bends, and the line on the back is like a slowly bent steel bar, showing a high degree of tension and pressure. Qi Qi's hand could clearly touch the sharp ups and downs of his shoulder blades. I guess it hurts too-the rhythm of breathing is chaotic, and even a thin layer of sweat is oozing from the back.

Qi Qi thought dizzily, unable to help herself to move, wanted to find a less sad posture.

As a result, the thing embedded in it was also affected.

Qi Qi shuddered and recovered a moment of sobriety.

The toes were curled gently because they clearly realized that their body was receiving another person, and their knees couldn't help but want to close together, trying to hide their shame at the moment. But the huge sense of existence and persecution under him hardened him, and the spine seemed to be overcharged from the bottom up, and even the deep and pulsating tendons were carved out of the knife, and he slowly polished it in his body .

"……Well……"

The heart slammed into the chest, the pain was faint, the blood poured into the forehead, and the face was burning like a fire for a while.

Shen Yan was pulled by this action and gasped with a dull breath, burying himself deeply.

"Woo--" I couldn't help making a sound, even though I had minimized the pain inside.

Qi Qi breathed in.

He turned his head away as if drained, closing his eyes tightly. The outline of the ear to the collarbone bounced slightly under the light, and sweat stained it with gold. Looking down, it seemed as if a stranded fish was wandering in the sparkling waves of dusk.

... Does it hurt?

It must be painful.

Shen Yan reached out a hand and gently touched that face.

"Qi Qi," his voice was dumb, and a complete sentence was finally organized at this moment, "... if you want to push me away, now."

This sentence is very slow, every word is suffering. Just like the beads of sweat dripping from his hair tips one by one hit Qi Qi body, leaving a salty and bitter taste-the taste of pleading.

Hearing this question, Qi Qi slowly opened her eyes, and the two eyes were glued together.

His eyes were still red, and the corners of his eyes were still wet. His face was still pale because of the pain, but he suddenly smiled lightly at this moment.

The corners of the eyes bent slightly downward, forming a very beautiful arc. A bean-shaped teardrop poured out when this action was completed, and fell silently in Shen Yan's fingers. The moist light on the surface of the eyes also followed this line of tears into the temples, just as their emotions rose to the present.

There is also a piece of tape on Shen Yan's finger.

Tears penetrated the edge of the tape, and the salt gradually penetrated into the wound, causing a little pain.

Qi Qi turned her head at this time, her cheek rubbed silently on the rough tape surface, her lips rubbed from his wrist, then palms, fingers, and finally found the place where the knife wound was at that time, like a Cat licking the wound, the tip of the tongue slowly circled along the knuckle under the tape.

"If you want to continue ... now."

Qi Zi replied this way when she let go.

The answer is obvious-in fact, the answer was already decided when the other party entered the atrium.

The so-called willpower, the so-called judgment, the so-called endurance.

It doesn't make any sense anymore.

Shen Yan took a deep breath.

His hand fell on Qi Qi's forehead, gently pushed the hair there back, and pressed Qi Qi's head firmly back onto the pillow.

Qi Qi leaned back with this action, slightly arched her lumbar spine, Shen Yan pressed down and hugged him tightly at that moment, holding his hip bones with both hands, bullied him and started twitching under great restraint.

Because he tilted his head, Qi Qi ’s throat was highlighted in the light, and whenever he was thirsty and swallowed very lightly, there would be movements there. Shen Yan bowed his head without saying a word, and his teeth were harder than ever. , So that Qi Qi whimpered painlessly, gasping back on the pillow.

Shen Yan took a step earlier, while holding the edge of the bed firmly with one hand, his body pushed forward under the traction of his arm, and still advanced densely.

"what……"

Qi Zi's brain was blank, and his eyes were dazzling. All the consciousness concentrated on the place where they combined with each other. The right hand slipped from Shen Yan's shoulder unconsciously, and fell heavily on the pillow. The bones all over the body had a kind of order The sense of paralysis when people lose their resistance can only cling to the corner of the pillow.

At the beginning, the pain has gradually faded, replaced by a sharp, sharp feeling penetrated by a man.

Pain or pain, but want to be more thoroughly occupied by the other party.

The crying was still crying, but the tears that had been shed because of the pain had already dried up, and the choking sounds stopped. The pair of eyes were slightly sour. Tear more than those tears.

"Shen Yan ..." Between the rhythms, he suddenly shouted the name hoarsely.

Shen Yan raised her eyes in response to her breath and gently leaned over to kiss the middle of his eyebrows. A particularly pitiful kiss.

"Shen Yan," he said, "I, like ... you."

Sentences are fragmented because of the intertwining of the body, but they are more infatuated than ever. Shen Yan didn't answer, but he groped in the left hand and grabbed his hand holding the pillowcase, breaking his fingers apart, where he took the palm after it was completely loose, and finally interlocked his fingers.

The life of the two seems to be tightly intertwined at the moment of interlacing fingers.

On the lonely early winter night, it was quiet all around, and any slight sound could be heard clearly-besides, they were very sensitive to the sound.

The two people's heavy breathing, the friction between the fabrics, and the subtle crunch of the bed board as they clashed over and over, the sound and the sound intertwined together, as if it was amplified a hundred times as clear. The sheets seemed to have gone through a turmoil and were crumpled, but each of the creases on them confirmed the urgency of delivering them to another person for the first time.

Shen Yan's undressed body is as tough as an adult man's, which is stronger than Qi Qi's imagination.

Sweat trickled from his stiff outline, stroking a straight light between the two, hitting Qi Qi one after another, and then being finely ground between the two limbs.

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The hair is also wet.

The hair root has been soaked in a layer of sweat, and the light is attached to it. When the opponent's hand slowly moves along the hairline, the wet black and gold are as tangled as the reel, The hair is like a thin wax, showing a bewitching luster.

Shen Yan buried her head on the side of her neck, and her hair tip just touched the skin there. Whenever he pumped deeply, the black hair locks would have to sweep the throat line arbitrarily, and under each hair, a strong desire was raised. Sea of ​​fire.

For Qi Qi, there is another sea beyond the sea of ​​fire.

The sea is different.

He was in a trance in the sea and turned into a boat that touched the reef, unable to move forward and back. When the tide was surging, the ship's hull was slapped over and over again, pushing the hull onto the reef, and felt a pain. He was powerless to struggle, and could only follow the waves, sinking and falling in vain on the rolled tip.

However, it is not terrible.

Instead, he understood very well that this sea ... was originally his own destination.

When the last wave hit hard, the hull finally shattered under the huge impact of the waves, and opened itself. The seawater poured in, filling the original hull. At that time, I realized that the gradually calming sea was actually very warm-even, it was a little hot, and slowly flowed deep into the cabin.

After the tide receded, the wreckage of the ship sank into the sand and merged with it. Everything returns to silence.

Because of the temperature difference between before and after, Qi Zi shrank slightly. Only then did I realize that there was no soft sea sand behind me, only messy sheets.

The process of separating the two was like a lens that was slowed down ten times. From Yan Yan ’s hand, he loosened his hand, stroked it along his waistline, and so long until he put him on himself. Considerate. Before she came out completely, Shen Yan pressed it again gently, an unclear moan in her throat, and slowly softened in his arms.

The sight that once lost focus finally came back, and the faint light on the ceiling returned to the clear color, quietly printed on the wall.

At this time, they were all wet, covered with a layer of salty taste, and really like the person just picked up from the sea.

Qi Qi gasped, lying on the bed softly, stretched out her arms and gently embraced Shen Yan, letting him rest his head naturally under his shoulder. The two portraits were entangled with two groups of water-soaked fabrics, and it was difficult to separate them for a while, and there was no gap between them.

□ The stinging pain became dull and no longer obvious, but my heart was inexplicably filled with an astringent sense of loss.

"... Shen Yan."

no answer.

"... Shen Yan." He called out hoarsely again. The throat was too dry, and it was a little uncomfortable when speaking, but the name gave him peace of mind.

It took too long to get a response, and Qi Qi couldn't help raising her head and wanted to see him.

At this moment, something suddenly struck down in the neck fossa. It was cold and wet, which made him stunned for a while. At first there were only one or two drops, and then it got denser and denser, and he finally realized that Shen Yan was crying.

Perhaps it was too much depression, the voice in the man's throat was a little sharp, and there was an occasional violent choke in the dull throat. He seemed to say nothing, but he couldn't say a word, but he clutched his arms tightly and refused to let go. Qi Xi's chest hurt a little, and he couldn't help keeping him as close to himself as possible, giving him a sense of security in sheltering from the wind and rain.

"Obviously it hurts me better, okay?"

Qi Qi was half a joke and half whispered comfortably in his ear without any reprimand.

Shen Yan did not speak from beginning to end. It's just that the hand on the side of Qi Qi's arm moved, and after loosening, he slowly walked behind Qi Qi and gave him a bitter hug.

The corner of Qi Qi's lips slowly flattened, and he no longer smiled, and suddenly hugged him back tightly.

Shen Yan's shoulder shook slightly, as if to get some permission. At this time, he really used great strength to firmly hug the man in front of him. At the same time, tears burst into the embankment, but most of the time there was no sound. , Just shaking his shoulders from time to time, burying his head against his neck, and kissing there with some trembling.

Qi Qi didn't do anything, just touched his hair silently and waited silently.

When the tremor on the person's body finally stopped, Qi Qi asked softly, "Are you better?"

"... Well." Shen Yan's mood is now stable, but her throat is sore, and the words between the words are still blurry when she gently sniffs her nose. "I'm sorry."

Qi Xiao shook her head with a smile, kissed him on his forehead, and continued to patiently comb his wet hair with his fingers.

I have just experienced the dual venting of body and emotions. Both the body and the mind are very tired. The whole person is hollowed out. It seems that the part of himself who has been alive has been given to the other party, and only the ashes are left. Shen Yan's eyes were puzzled, and she slowly fell down, leaning against Qi Qi's skin.

"I feel empty," he whispered. Maybe it was because I just cried a bit and my voice was very hoarse. If it wasn't close, it would be almost inaudible.

"Empty?" Qi Qi rubbed his hair, buried half of his face in it, and smelled the scent of shampoo familiar there.

"No," Shen Yan murmured mechanically, "... it's a feeling of escape."

It is a feeling of hesitation after escaping from somewhere, there is a blank space in front, I don't know how to continue walking. But at least I knew I was free, so I was very calm and very at ease—

"Escape? Who said?" Qi Zi smiled like a lazy cat, gently hooked one of his fingers, and pulled his entire palm to the position of his chest, his index finger traced the palm of his hand from beginning to end. A thin and long emotional line came close, and his lips fluttered less than a centimeter away from his lips. "Now you are my own. Don't try to escape in this life."

Obviously he is the party that is possessed, but he dares to make such a joke.

Shen Yan smiled faintly, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Okay."

Qi Qi was stunned, and when he reacted, he teased a "stupid" in his ear, but his heart was pounding. Only then did he realize that he had the happiness of another person in this world. Unlike Shen Yan's sense of emptying, he felt that he was finally complete.

When Shen Yan entered him, it seemed that a piece of debris that had been missing for many years had returned to his body, complementing him in the process of asking for each other—probably the same for Shen Yan.

Own puzzle.

Shen Yan's puzzle.

It turned out that when only two pictures were connected, all the previous labyrinths finally saw the big picture and found the exit.

But Qi Chen is not in a hurry to go out, he is more willing to slowly taste the gentleness of the two when exploring the path together.

Outside the window, Wan Lai is silent.

Time stagnate for a long time, they have not separated, and this narrow bed also gave them an excuse to hug each other, very casually attached to the other side, quietly listening to the calm and powerful heartbeat in the chest. The rest of the temperature was almost gone, but the bones were sour and numb, but there was a feeling that the sugar melted halfway through the high temperature, sweet and soft.

"I hug you to take a bath ..." Shen Yan's tone returned to his usual gentleness, fingers gently touching Qi Qi's face with pity.

"Don't," Qi Xiao shook her head, closed her eyes, and whispered into his arms, "I like to leave you with your own taste. At least ... Until tomorrow morning, okay?"

It's both begging and coquetry.

Shen Yan silently wiped her hands behind the back of his ears, strayed into his black hair, lowered his head and kissed for a while. That being said, but the bed they are in is really small, and they can't take care of it when they are confused, and now they only lie together when they are conscious.

So he proposed: "Go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Qi Xiao didn't answer, but just buried him gently in his arms, but he couldn't move for a long time. Shen Yan did not urge him to listen to the passage of time silently with him.

Qi Qi suddenly asked, "Now ... what time is it?"

The author has something to say: Two words: What time is it now ...?

Author: two months later.

↑ These are cold jokes today. (Hey)

Why do I have to update it on March 7th, because March 7 stops bleeding and stasis ... (cold jokes + 1)

After two strokes, he was eaten hard by the cat father for two months.

In these two months, the author was abused by the three-dimensional.

In the past two months, the reader has been abused by the author.

For everyone and the two protagonists to continue the apricot ... so I continue to write ...