dust with light

Zhuo Yuchen didn't speak, or in other words, he didn't know what to say.

He suddenly felt very wronged. Although he was not a good person, he didn't do anything harmful, right?Nothing more than, that is, nature likes men.He didn't understand why he couldn't meet his lover even though he was working hard to survive.Whether Shen Ye had a sharp sword, they would just trample on him recklessly.

Is his heart not his heart?

Zheng Yan was originally pressing on him, but after a while, thinking that he was much stronger than Zhuo Yuchen, Zheng Yan was afraid of pressing him again.He had no choice but to firmly hold Zhuo Yuchen's hand, turn over and cross-legged, sit on the hard floor, and wrap Zhuo Yuchen in his arms.

Zhuo Yuchen sat on his strong thighs, didn't struggle for a while, but rested his head on Zheng Yan's shoulder.

He feels very tired.

But I also feel that my heart is sore and swollen.

"What kind of mental illness are you?"

Zhuo Yuchen leaned against him and slept for a while before asking in a low voice.

Zheng Yan was taken aback: "Stress-induced mental disorder."

"Is it all right?" he asked again.

Zheng Yan pondered for a moment: "This is a genetic disease, but it can be cured with the combination of drugs and equipment, as well as psychological counseling."

Zhuo Yuchen closed his eyes, and was very obedient: "Then why didn't you treat it before? Aren't you the crown prince?"

"This can only be cured by mental therapy."

Zheng Yan patted him on the back, and suddenly straightened Zhuo Yuchen upright.

He squeezed Zhuo Yuchen's chin and raised his head slightly.Zhuo Yuchen sat on his lap, so from Zheng Yan's perspective, he could only look up at him.

This is a very weak position.

He stared at Zhuo Yuchen, and said word by word: "Yuchen, I think you are my good medicine. As long as you stay by my side, this disease will heal naturally."

Zhuo Yuchen lowered his eyes, suddenly afraid to look at Zheng Yan.The other party's gaze was too hot, which made him vaguely want to avoid it.

What, he asked himself, was he afraid of?Is he afraid that his sincerity will be trampled on again like facing Shen Ye and Li Jian, or is he afraid that Zheng Yan's true feelings for him are only due to illness and paranoia?He couldn't say it, he just felt as if he had fallen again.

After all, moths are always flying towards the sun and flying against the light.

Zheng Yan looked at him burningly, and said again: "Can I kiss you? Yuchen, I want to kiss you. Don't run away, don't be afraid, stay with me, accept me, okay? I will protect you, I will Will give you everything you want, dust, dust..."

He whispered Zhuo Yuchen's name, one after another, like a lonely soul wandering in the wilderness, wandering in all directions, looking for the way back.

Zhuo Yuchen sniffed, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed Zheng Yan's forehead.

The soft touch between the foreheads made Zheng Yan stunned for a moment.

But immediately, he was overjoyed and hugged Zhuo Yuchen directly.He is good at exercising, with a strong body and great strength, so it doesn't seem a bit difficult to lift a big man like Zhuo Yuchen at this moment.

Zheng Yan threw Zhuo Yuchen directly onto the other side's single bed, and leaned over to press her down.

Zhuo Yuchen closed his eyes, and let Zheng Yan kiss his lips, pry open his teeth, and rob him of everything.

He tried his best to relax himself, so that he would not look too nervous, and when Zheng Yan put his tongue into his mouth, he felt a little hesitation, responded to Zheng Yan, and became entangled with the other party's tongue.

Zheng Yan only felt that he was going crazy, he really didn't expect that Zhuo Yuchen would actually respond to him.

Originally, Zheng Yan was prepared for a tug-of-war and protracted battle with Zhuo Yuchen, but now he won directly, which made him so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Zheng Yan is not a chicken, he has violated others countless times in order to vent his desire, but never once made him more fascinated than now, just Zhuo Yuchen's jerky return kiss is enough to make him ejaculate instantly, Like a novice rookie.

He didn't know why Zhuo Yuchen accepted him, but Zheng Yan would definitely not let go of this rare opportunity.

He violently tore open the skirts of the person under him, and even broke off two buttons on Zhuo Yuchen's shirt because of too much strength.

Kissing, stroking, kneading, he seemed to want to knead Zhuo Yuchen into his own flesh and blood, so that he would never be separated from him again.

The other party's unbearable groans and faint crying made him more excited, wishing he could raise his gun to go into battle and ruthlessly penetrate his beloved.

But thinking of cherishing Zhuo Yuchen, Zheng Yan gritted his teeth.

He reached out to the desk next to the bed, found something like hand cream, poured a little into his palm, and then stretched his hand behind him.

He couldn't bear to let Zhuo Yuchen suffer any more pain, whether it was physical or spiritual.

A night of spring supper.

***

The next day.

The sun pours down.

Zheng Haoran didn't sleep all night, he leaned against the wall, the ashtray by the table was full of unextinguished cigarette butts, and even a lot of ash was scattered on the table.

He smoked all night.

Zheng Haoran actually doesn't like cigarettes, he always thinks that nicotine is chronic paraquat, which will kill people sooner or later.

But last night, he let the smoke infiltrate his chest and lungs, as if this could paralyze his nerves that were so painful that they were almost short-circuited.

"Yuchen..." He chanted the name of his sweetheart, feeling very uncomfortable.

The sound insulation effect of the apartment in the military area is not very good, he must have heard the sound coming from the next door all night.The unbearable groans of his sweetheart made him so excited that he couldn't hold it back, but the low panting that followed him made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.In the end, I could only light a cigarette with a wry smile and listen to all the noises quietly.

Zheng Yan seemed to be sincere towards Zhuo Yuchen, he smiled wryly, feeling very at a loss.

Zheng Haoran couldn't say the words of blessing, he thought selfishly, if Zheng Yan just played with Zhuo Yuchen, it would be fine, in this case, maybe he still has a chance to take his sweetheart under his feathers.

But he didn't want to see Zhuo Yuchen's desperate and sad face.

Countless emotions welled up in his heart, and in the end, he could only let out a long sigh, and stubbed out the last cigarette.

At this time, Zheng Haoran's phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone: "Hello, cousin? Why aren't you in the apartment? What's the matter? Um... Is breakfast...delivered to the next door? You... You and Yuchen are sure enough ...Well, I see, cousin, I understand what I am. Okay, I will be there soon."

Zheng Haoran smiled wryly again, tidied up his crumpled clothes, and walked out of the apartment.

He remembered that Zhuo Yuchen liked to eat sweet things, so he went to buy some pumpkin porridge and came back, that was all he could do.

Suddenly, another phone rang.

"Hello? Cousin, is there anything else?" Zheng Haoran asked with his phone between his shoes while putting on his shoes.

But it wasn't Zheng Yan who called.

"What? You said your name was Bayonet? Do I know you?"

"Okay... Yuchen blocked you, you couldn't get through to his phone number, so you asked the landlord for my number? But, how do you know that I know Yuchen?"

"Wait, what are you talking about...the sword is dying!?"