The boundless regret spread in my heart Qingxiao looked at A Ling's closed eyes, and couldn't help but lean down, gently dropping a kiss on the eyelids, and the touch of the lips was soft and smooth, so cool, like silk soaked in ice water.
What should I do to warm up my body?
What should I do to make that heart come alive?
He pressed his head against A Ling's chest, feeling the fresh heartbeat under the flesh, weak, but still stable, how much suffering does a heart have to endure before he can be willing to exchange for peace? He trembled for this, and his blood-stained lips left a red mark on A Ling's heart. From a distance, it was like a cluster of small flames leaping on the pale skin. He looked for a while, hoping that the flame could burn all the time to A Ling's heart.
The bright red blood was injected into A Ling's body along the transparent plastic pipe. The left hand was wrapped like a Swiss cake roll and layers of bandages completely wrapped around his palms, revealing only five fingers. They were still fair and slender, but he knew how cruelly those fingers had been broken. One knuckle was connected to one knuckle, even if he healed well, it would still hurt in heavy rain and cloudy days? He kissed those fingers one by one, as if this could reduce the pain.
But deep down, Qingxiao knew that it was useless to do so.
No matter how much love or kiss he gives, he still can't help him dispel the pain because he was not by his side during his most difficult time.
He recalled those days, he was surrounded and intercepted by Ryusuke's subordinates in the strange Japan like a wild dog, and finally found a boat to smuggle back to the United States. On that stormy night, on the cargo ship crossing the Pacific Ocean, he and a large group of smugglers were nesting in the bottom cabin. He saw the figure of Asamiha in the TV news, and was dressed and talking about those empty words.
But the news only took a few dozen seconds, the weather was too bad, and the TV soon lost the signal
The smugglers cursed the bad weather, gathered together to play cards, took turns to smoke a cigarette, gambling with the money left beside them, and laughed loudly to dilute their fear of the future. He sat alone in the corner, took the last remaining cigarette butt they passed to him in a daze, staring at the TV that had lost its image
The boat was getting more and more bumpy, and some people had begun to vomit. The smell of smoke and vomiting fog filled the entire cabin. He was smoking cigarette butts, thinking about whether he would jump into the sea like this or continue to drift with the ship of fate.
Life and death are in vain
Qingxiao took a deep breath. The past made him unable to breathe and he had to stop thinking and looked at the young man who was sleeping in bed again.
It must be admitted that the youth's appearance is not as bad as he imagined, and even looks extremely young, as if time has stopped turning its mind since he left, consciousness, and soul fell into a long sleep, like solidified amber
According to legend, when the sleeping beauty's finger touches the spindle, the spell begins to take effect and the person falls down, but he does not die, he just falls asleep.
This thought made him feel at ease
He smiled, stretched his fingers to spread the tip of the young man's slightly frown brow, and whispered: Are you still here? Xiaoyu, I know you are here, but can you wake up quickly, because I have been waiting for a long time...
The young man's sleeping face seemed to be calmer, his eyebrows were sparse, but perhaps it was just an illusion, and he was in a daze because of his fatigue:
Wake up quickly, I'll take you home...
He sighed and kissed the young man's lips. A tear could not help but fall on the pale cheeks of the young man:
You should still remember it? I know you remember those vows and promises...
I'm back, you have to wait for me, we will have a future...
There was no response, only the wind walked past sighing
That kiss, like tears and laughter, mixed with a faint smell of blood, is still the feeling in memory
It's just that people are different, not yesterday
He lingered between the young man's lips, and had an impulse to knock on the lips and teeth. His little feather was hidden in that body. As long as he worked hard, he could dig it out like in that closed cell. Under his guidance, the awkwardness would become passionate, the clumsy would become lingering, so all the vows could come true, and all the promises could be fulfilled
However……
However……
He tossed and turned little by little on his cool lips, with some pain, despair, and helpless missing him with something he could not reach. He was lost in this kiss, so he did not see A Ling's quietly opened eyes.
His eyes met, and he suddenly became stiff and caught off guard. He lost all the city
He suddenly bounced back to his seat, coughed dryly, and said silly: Well, I just saw a black spot on your pillow, and thought it was a little bug. I wanted to catch it but accidentally... my lips touched you...
A Ling's black and white eyes stared at him for a moment. After a while, he swept his eyes around and looked at his bloody saliva marks all over his body.
Qing Xiao followed A Ling's gaze and his face turned red. His lies were just placed in front of him nakedly. He could break it with a poke.
At this moment, it seemed like time was going back, he was still the student who was speechless in front of his lover, carrying the other party's clear and thorough eyes.
Is that ridiculous? Three or thirty years, fools are still fools, but I am afraid that the width of opening their mouths is exactly the same
But what he is facing is no longer the feathers of the past
The sun was flowing, and there were some tiny dust in the room flying in the light. They sat face to face, looking at each other's eyes.
Time is like a silent river, crossing through the two of them, they can only sit on both sides of the river, looking at each other in a daze
The feathers wouldn't have been like this before
In the past, the feathers would always smile and tolerate his clumsy lies, although he didn't understand what it was for at the time.
Now he understood, but couldn't understand Zero's eyes
Seeing through what lies meant to Zero, he could only reason according to his own ideas:
That will only completely lose trust in him!
Qingxiao's heart has sinking. He really wished he could kick himself a few times and he changed the subject and tried his best to make up for it: How do you feel? Why did you choose this method? I said I won't force you. If you think you can't accept it, you can tell me that I won't hurt you...
His voice gradually became weaker and realized that the young man had not heard a word at all.
Yes, how could it be believed? Such an obvious lie
And the day before, he was still righteous and honest: You must believe me, I never lie
Then the tape...
Transfer Book...
His anti-training plan...
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and his heart was filled with frustration. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he could never be calm in front of the young man, no matter whether it was Yu or Zero
Similarly, he can never be a strong and domineering master like Mr. Stephen in "O's Story" and completely snatch O's heart from René, because he can never slap the young man ruthlessly, no matter whether it is Yu or Zero
So he has always been a loser, whether as a lover or as a master
I won't hurt you, I've never hurt you... He could only say these two sentences repeatedly, waiting for the young man's judgment in a daze
A Ling was obviously deaf about his words, staring at him with a strange look, with a unique trance that had just woken up, but there was something else he didn't understand.
He was stunned and decided to make his last effort: You...
But A Ling had already spoken: Uh, you...I...
The two spoke almost at the same time, and at the same time, Qingxiao made a gesture, indicating that A Ling said first.
A Ling didn't speak immediately. From the changing expression on his face, he seemed to be arguing fiercely with a voice in his heart for a moment. He slowly said: Sir, can you...can you touch mine with your lips again?
Qingxiao didn't immediately react to the words rolled in his mind several times before gradually revealing its true meaning. He calmed down for a moment, and felt joy soaring from the soles of his feet to the top of his head like a rising tide, but he still didn't understand why.
I am always so slow and can never keep up with the young man's thinking, no matter whether it is Yu or Zero
His hesitation obviously made A Ling misunderstand his lips tremble twice. A Ling stuttered: Sorry, I'm sorry, I know this request is too unreasonable. I'm just a slave. How could it be... The master never touched me with his lips. The slave is just a slave, and his mouth is just for use, not...
This sentence did not finish a burning kiss, which blocked his apology.
What should I do to warm up my body?
What should I do to make that heart come alive?
He pressed his head against A Ling's chest, feeling the fresh heartbeat under the flesh, weak, but still stable, how much suffering does a heart have to endure before he can be willing to exchange for peace? He trembled for this, and his blood-stained lips left a red mark on A Ling's heart. From a distance, it was like a cluster of small flames leaping on the pale skin. He looked for a while, hoping that the flame could burn all the time to A Ling's heart.
The bright red blood was injected into A Ling's body along the transparent plastic pipe. The left hand was wrapped like a Swiss cake roll and layers of bandages completely wrapped around his palms, revealing only five fingers. They were still fair and slender, but he knew how cruelly those fingers had been broken. One knuckle was connected to one knuckle, even if he healed well, it would still hurt in heavy rain and cloudy days? He kissed those fingers one by one, as if this could reduce the pain.
But deep down, Qingxiao knew that it was useless to do so.
No matter how much love or kiss he gives, he still can't help him dispel the pain because he was not by his side during his most difficult time.
He recalled those days, he was surrounded and intercepted by Ryusuke's subordinates in the strange Japan like a wild dog, and finally found a boat to smuggle back to the United States. On that stormy night, on the cargo ship crossing the Pacific Ocean, he and a large group of smugglers were nesting in the bottom cabin. He saw the figure of Asamiha in the TV news, and was dressed and talking about those empty words.
But the news only took a few dozen seconds, the weather was too bad, and the TV soon lost the signal
The smugglers cursed the bad weather, gathered together to play cards, took turns to smoke a cigarette, gambling with the money left beside them, and laughed loudly to dilute their fear of the future. He sat alone in the corner, took the last remaining cigarette butt they passed to him in a daze, staring at the TV that had lost its image
The boat was getting more and more bumpy, and some people had begun to vomit. The smell of smoke and vomiting fog filled the entire cabin. He was smoking cigarette butts, thinking about whether he would jump into the sea like this or continue to drift with the ship of fate.
Life and death are in vain
Qingxiao took a deep breath. The past made him unable to breathe and he had to stop thinking and looked at the young man who was sleeping in bed again.
It must be admitted that the youth's appearance is not as bad as he imagined, and even looks extremely young, as if time has stopped turning its mind since he left, consciousness, and soul fell into a long sleep, like solidified amber
According to legend, when the sleeping beauty's finger touches the spindle, the spell begins to take effect and the person falls down, but he does not die, he just falls asleep.
This thought made him feel at ease
He smiled, stretched his fingers to spread the tip of the young man's slightly frown brow, and whispered: Are you still here? Xiaoyu, I know you are here, but can you wake up quickly, because I have been waiting for a long time...
The young man's sleeping face seemed to be calmer, his eyebrows were sparse, but perhaps it was just an illusion, and he was in a daze because of his fatigue:
Wake up quickly, I'll take you home...
He sighed and kissed the young man's lips. A tear could not help but fall on the pale cheeks of the young man:
You should still remember it? I know you remember those vows and promises...
I'm back, you have to wait for me, we will have a future...
There was no response, only the wind walked past sighing
That kiss, like tears and laughter, mixed with a faint smell of blood, is still the feeling in memory
It's just that people are different, not yesterday
He lingered between the young man's lips, and had an impulse to knock on the lips and teeth. His little feather was hidden in that body. As long as he worked hard, he could dig it out like in that closed cell. Under his guidance, the awkwardness would become passionate, the clumsy would become lingering, so all the vows could come true, and all the promises could be fulfilled
However……
However……
He tossed and turned little by little on his cool lips, with some pain, despair, and helpless missing him with something he could not reach. He was lost in this kiss, so he did not see A Ling's quietly opened eyes.
His eyes met, and he suddenly became stiff and caught off guard. He lost all the city
He suddenly bounced back to his seat, coughed dryly, and said silly: Well, I just saw a black spot on your pillow, and thought it was a little bug. I wanted to catch it but accidentally... my lips touched you...
A Ling's black and white eyes stared at him for a moment. After a while, he swept his eyes around and looked at his bloody saliva marks all over his body.
Qing Xiao followed A Ling's gaze and his face turned red. His lies were just placed in front of him nakedly. He could break it with a poke.
At this moment, it seemed like time was going back, he was still the student who was speechless in front of his lover, carrying the other party's clear and thorough eyes.
Is that ridiculous? Three or thirty years, fools are still fools, but I am afraid that the width of opening their mouths is exactly the same
But what he is facing is no longer the feathers of the past
The sun was flowing, and there were some tiny dust in the room flying in the light. They sat face to face, looking at each other's eyes.
Time is like a silent river, crossing through the two of them, they can only sit on both sides of the river, looking at each other in a daze
The feathers wouldn't have been like this before
In the past, the feathers would always smile and tolerate his clumsy lies, although he didn't understand what it was for at the time.
Now he understood, but couldn't understand Zero's eyes
Seeing through what lies meant to Zero, he could only reason according to his own ideas:
That will only completely lose trust in him!
Qingxiao's heart has sinking. He really wished he could kick himself a few times and he changed the subject and tried his best to make up for it: How do you feel? Why did you choose this method? I said I won't force you. If you think you can't accept it, you can tell me that I won't hurt you...
His voice gradually became weaker and realized that the young man had not heard a word at all.
Yes, how could it be believed? Such an obvious lie
And the day before, he was still righteous and honest: You must believe me, I never lie
Then the tape...
Transfer Book...
His anti-training plan...
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and his heart was filled with frustration. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he could never be calm in front of the young man, no matter whether it was Yu or Zero
Similarly, he can never be a strong and domineering master like Mr. Stephen in "O's Story" and completely snatch O's heart from René, because he can never slap the young man ruthlessly, no matter whether it is Yu or Zero
So he has always been a loser, whether as a lover or as a master
I won't hurt you, I've never hurt you... He could only say these two sentences repeatedly, waiting for the young man's judgment in a daze
A Ling was obviously deaf about his words, staring at him with a strange look, with a unique trance that had just woken up, but there was something else he didn't understand.
He was stunned and decided to make his last effort: You...
But A Ling had already spoken: Uh, you...I...
The two spoke almost at the same time, and at the same time, Qingxiao made a gesture, indicating that A Ling said first.
A Ling didn't speak immediately. From the changing expression on his face, he seemed to be arguing fiercely with a voice in his heart for a moment. He slowly said: Sir, can you...can you touch mine with your lips again?
Qingxiao didn't immediately react to the words rolled in his mind several times before gradually revealing its true meaning. He calmed down for a moment, and felt joy soaring from the soles of his feet to the top of his head like a rising tide, but he still didn't understand why.
I am always so slow and can never keep up with the young man's thinking, no matter whether it is Yu or Zero
His hesitation obviously made A Ling misunderstand his lips tremble twice. A Ling stuttered: Sorry, I'm sorry, I know this request is too unreasonable. I'm just a slave. How could it be... The master never touched me with his lips. The slave is just a slave, and his mouth is just for use, not...
This sentence did not finish a burning kiss, which blocked his apology.
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