bustling city

Yan Jun's eyes were deep, and the pupils reflected the flickering lights not far away, as if his own eyes were also covered with the color of the starry sky.

His gaze was like adrenaline, injected into Zhou Jin's body.

Zhou Jin could hear his own heartbeat beating against his ears like a war drum.

At such a close distance, it was the first time that he felt the unusual and dangerous aura of Yan Jun.

Only when the skin touches will it become a reality. The dangerous temptation is no longer the indifference of the past, nor the solemnity that resists people for thousands of miles. At this moment, all the threats of Yanjun are all provocations to Zhou Jin.

His cologne smell of leather and tobacco as the tail note wafted from his neck, seemingly absent but continuous, like silk threads, brushing past Zhou Jin's sense of smell.

Zhou Jin stared at Yan Jun's lips, and he was only one step away from kissing them.

It's just one step away.

At this moment, Yan Jun raised his hand and put his index finger on his lips, stopping his movement.

The thin calluses on his fingertips rubbed against Zhou Jin's lips, and Zhou Jin felt as if he had just been immersed in warm water, trembling and comfortable.

"Since you spent the money, let's talk about this deal," Yan Jun said in a steady tone, sounding serious, as if he was talking about business, but he breathed the words into Zhou Jin's ears, "I There is only one principle in the sideshow: talk about sex is okay, talk about feelings is not okay, accept it?" Zhou Jin was very disappointed, scolded Fuck, turned his head to avoid Yan Jun's finger on his lips, and tried to push him away.

This time, it was Yan Jun who took the initiative to lean forward, restraining Zhou Jin with his subtle height advantage, considerably reducing his range of motion.

Only then did Yan Jun use the tip of his nose to slowly rub against the surface of blood vessels with bright pulse on the side of Zhou Jin's neck.

"People can't be greedy," he whispered to Zhou Jin almost persuasively, "it's easy to lose everything."

In fact, what he said was already unimportant, and the just-right action with obvious hints was enough to collapse Zhou Jin's defense.

Although the latter was unwilling in every possible way, he realized that he couldn't restrain his feelings of breaking the embankment at all.

Zhou Jin turned his head resentfully, licked Yan Jun's ears with his tongue, gritted his teeth and said, "You don't think this will make me retreat, do you?" "Try it."

Yan Jun smiled softly and kissed it.

It's a dry, not-so-smooth touch, Zhou Jin thought, those lips, that forbidden place that he coveted for a long time.

The "wall" is right behind him. He used to pry open the bricks with tools that he didn't have at hand. Now his back is against those bricks, and the vines that hang down and are used as a fig leaf for the city are rubbed by him. The branches and leaves are messy, revealing the real chapter underneath.

For the first time, Zhou Jin felt that he was so closely connected with this city. His burning desire burned the gorgeous but false curtain of the city like a flame. Although no one was watching, at this moment, the world and Mephisto were honest Relative, just as he was honest with Yan Jun.

The remaining sanity of the two supported them to drive back to Arnos.

As soon as the door of the small building closed behind him, Zhou Jin couldn't wait to raise his head to look for Yan Jun's lips, and finished the deep kiss outside the casino just now.

Yan Jun responded, took something from the porch and stuffed it into Zhou Jin's hand.

It is an electronic key, which looks the same as the one in this building, and Zhou Jin can recognize it by touching its outline.

He stopped and looked down at the things in his hands.

"Your own house," Yan Jun traced the lines of Zhou Jin's side face with his fingers with great interest, and explained absentmindedly, "It's just opposite, you can move there in two days."

Zhou Jin laughed jokingly, and asked, "I'm in a hurry to get rid of the relationship before I fucked it? Does this violate the trading principle?" It's the other way around."

Zhou Jin snorted, raised his hand and threw the key, and the key fell somewhere on the sofa and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he took off his expensive blazer, which had suffered the same fate, and was thrown on the sofa.

"Fuck first, I'll move when I'm comfortable."

He pursed his thin lips provocatively.

In fact, in Zhou Jin's heart, he understood the reason for Yan Jun's plan better than anyone else.

Everyone in the casino knows that Yan Jun lives here. In the past, he was a dead man with no name and no name. It was convenient to hide for a while, but now it is different. After today, they are clearly enemies of life and death.

If the person who personally dismantled Yan Jun's game at the poker table today was found living with him, it would be a dead end for both of them.

If they want to win, they will never die halfway.

So whether to move or not, Zhou Jin knew that it didn't matter what he said—not to mention the inflated lust that was limited to tonight.

Zhou Jin is just like a desperado, greedily and dissatisfied towards the feast that does not belong to him, although every minute, every second, and every reality in sight reminds him of the illusion and fragility of his dream, but he No matter, he just wants——to Yan Jun's hands who taught him how to fight, taught him how to gamble, and patted him on the back as comforting hands, slid over every inch of his skin, on his waist and legs. Stay; I want Yan Jun's deep eyes, which are mixed with tenderness and sharpness, to only focus on seeing his appearance at the moment; No more pain and nightmares in my arms.

Neither the past nor the future exists.

Even if Yan Jun does not belong to him, he will always remember him; and his body will always leave traces of Yan Jun's existence.

The standing desk lamp in the bedroom that was knocked to the ground, like oil paint, splashed their arms intertwined and tightly hugging figures on the wall. Looking at it, it was really as delicate as a painting.

Yan Jun discovered that Zhou Jin's plaster-like nose bridge was as tall as a plaster statue, and there was a slight upturned arc at the tip of the nose, which could only be seen when he was close to him and looked at his side face, like a harmless little trick , which fits perfectly with the innocence and clearness that occasionally exudes under his usual flailing appearance.

Yan Jun was happy with this discovery.

He was happy to hug Zhou Jin.

This young man kept probing and agitating with bluff. In fact, from the strength and affection of his arms around his back, Yan Jun could understand the solemnity that Zhou Jin cherished and cherished in his heart.

It was the solemnity that made him indulge, but also made him worry.

He would not tell Zhou Jin how his eyes followed him, like a sapling growing strong on a cliff; how he felt grateful for his existence, and felt that his life that had been stagnant for ten years began to flow again.

Maybe never.

In the small bookstore, almost all the customers left, and no new ones came in.

The backpackers who visited the snow-capped mountains returned with a full load, with tired but excited expressions on their faces.

I looked at the street with people coming and going outside the window, and I didn't want Zhou Jin to find out that my eyes were full of tears.

In fact, he himself was probably full of emotion, and fell silent when he said this.

The story was only told for one afternoon.

Now, the sun has just begun to be blocked by the mountains standing in the distance, and different skylights spread across the sky, gently pushing the night to the earth.

But I feel that I seem to have experienced decades and hundreds of years of life in those years of their burning bright colors.

I feel that I am alive and vicissitudes. I think that Zhou Jin, who has experienced these things himself, will probably have stronger feelings than me.

"Knowing that you can't be with him, but still face each other day and night, and keep him in your heart, what kind of feeling is it?" I asked Zhou Jin.

"I was too young at that time, and my mind was not as delicate as you said—in fact, to be honest, I don't think I can think so concretely until now."

he said.

"Day by day," I concluded for him, half jokingly, "is also a useful philosophy of life."

He nodded in agreement, and like me, he turned his head and looked out of the window, looking at the setting sun, gently embracing the undulating outline of the hills around the town.

I don't know what Zhou Jin will think of at such a time, whether it is also related to Yan Jun.

"However," he said sincerely, "although he is really annoying when he is cold.

But thinking of having him, it was like taking a reassurance. At least at the time, I really felt that I had a reason to persist.

Otherwise, with my temper, I am actually the most annoyed by these things that are going on every step of the way-what are you doing with so much talk, a fight will be fine. "

He said, shaking his fist vividly, and I laughed.

"There is no such thing as hopeless love."

I say.

"There is no such thing as hopeless love."

he repeated.

Use a determined, hopeful tone.

Knights, as long as the knights think of the monarch in their hearts, it is enough for them to travel all over the world.