cohabitation contract

Nie Changsheng had a long and mottled dream. In the dream, he was in the middle of a large grotesque open space, surrounded by blurred figures passing by him. .Groups of three or five gathered together to whisper and buzz some ulterior secrets, and sometimes pointed at him inscrutablely, lest he didn't know that he was being discussed.Nie Changsheng was at a loss. He wanted to ignore it, but he felt like a lump in his throat, unable to let go.Those noisy voices unscrupulously turned up the volume as if they had won a victory, but they were suppressed by a calm and powerful voice in the next moment: "If you make any more noise, I will throw you to Africa to feed mosquitoes."

With a movement of his fingertips, Nie Changsheng opened his heavy eyelids, his temples were aching, and the focus of his eyes was a little loose. Only when his palms fell into his ever-broad palms did he see Zhuang Lingxiao's discouraged and joyful face appearing in front of him. in front of you.

"I'm bothering you, brother?" Zhuang Lingxiao cut off the call, lowered his head, and paid the amount with his forehead. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, "The fever finally subsides."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Lingxiao's smell of smoke filled his nostrils treacherously, Nie Changsheng turned his face away uncomfortably, and all kinds of unbearable images of that night flooded into his mind.

Just remembering how, Nie Changsheng felt hot all over his body. He coughed in embarrassment, trying to calm down the bewilderment caused by the irregular heartbeat, "Is...is it Hongwu's call?" He didn't realize the flickering at all. His pupils are like the implicit and affectionate look of a lover in love.

"You're sick, and you're still thinking about what that brat is doing?" Zhuang Lingxiao frowned, his expression extremely displeased. He was obviously very upset that he asked about that brat as soon as he woke up. His face, the thin lips that had been gnawed several times by himself, looked abnormally pale because of the dryness, and looked pitiful, as if accusing him of being rude and reckless.

Seeing his masterpiece hanging on Nie Changsheng's body, Zhuang Lingxiao felt a little guilty. In his impression, Nie Changsheng rarely got sick, and only had a few colds. Sure enough, he lost control. He knew that he was a newcomer, but Still persistently pestering him to the point of rotten time and time again, but then again, this person, trembling in his arms and sinking into extreme comfort, the feeling is so good that it is indescribable!

It's a pity that all Nie Changsheng's attention is now on He Hongwu, which makes him very angry, so he snorted softly, as if to say to himself, "I should call someone to kill that dead child right away. Throw it in Africa, it doesn't matter which country you go to..." Or the experimental middle school should completely ban mobile phones, so as to avoid that kid who always likes to call Nie Changsheng to talk about some meaningless topics.

"Hey!" Fearing that Zhuang Lingxiao would keep his word, Nie Changsheng grabbed his sleeve anxiously. It was a bathrobe that Zhuang Lingxiao bought a size too big when he borrowed his old apartment, even though it was once disgusted by Zhuang Lingxiao. The style was too old-fashioned, but when it was time to move to a new apartment, Nie Changsheng didn't throw it away, and brought it to the new house along with other items used by Zhuang Lingxiao, as if he knew that used items could wait for their old owners.

Zhuang Lingxiao, who was in an extremely bleak mental state after that day, was so weak that he couldn't continue to work the night shift. He was taken away by Zhuang Lingxiao forcibly, but he refused to go back to the high-end villa with him anyway, and insisted on living in the new apartment. Afterwards, his impression was very vague. He probably started to have a fever at that time. Zhuang Lingxiao took good care of him for a few days. Of course, he didn't ask for the bathrobe on his body. It was just the right size for him to hang on.

"Don't worry!" Zhuang Lingxiao frowned displeasedly, and Nie Changsheng's small movements of raising his eyebrows fell into his eyes, and there was a trace of unhappiness in his heart, "Is your body okay?"

"I'm fine." The hoarse words came out of his mouth, and Nie Changsheng closed his eyes dumbly. If he didn't see it, if he didn't listen, he wouldn't remember that the man in front of him was the culprit who caused his hoarseness.

"Is it really okay?" Zhuang Lingxiao straightened up and examined him.

"Hmm..." Nie Changsheng responded meekly, but the end of his speech was slightly prolonged due to the laziness of just waking up and the pain caused by the discomfort all over his body. .

Zhuang Lingxiao unexpectedly benefited. As soon as his fingertips touched Nie Changsheng's cheek, the patient opened it with a wave of his hand. He was not annoyed, perhaps because Nie Changsheng's forbearing eyebrows pleased him, and he easily clamped Nie Changsheng's wrist with a palm, pulling Face to face, forcing him to face himself.Nie Changsheng only glanced at him, and quickly lowered his eyes in defeat. Zhuang Lingxiao murmured in his ears: "How can this mouth be as honest as the body, Nie Changsheng?"

Although the weather in the south in January is not too cold, and the indoor heating is sufficient, this body that has been branded by Zhuang Lingxiao can't stop shaking. Nie Changsheng didn't need Zhuang Lingxiao to remind him how "honest" he was that night Accepting Zhuang Lingxiao wholeheartedly, he will never forget it in his life.

The high temperature climbed up his blushing cheeks, and Nie Changsheng said awkwardly: "What do you want me to say? Say I'm tired, do you want to rest now?"

"Don't dare to say that we have nothing to do with each other, try it!" The anger was clearly seen in Zhuang Lingxiao's eyes.

"Zhuang Lingxiao..." Nie Changsheng's eyes turned to him, and there was something shining in his eyes with determination.

Zhuang Lingxiao frowned, let go of his restrained wrist, and squeezed Nie Changsheng's stubborn chin instead, his eyes were full of hostility, his expression was very gloomy, and he said coldly: "Nie Changsheng, why do you always talk to me so rationally? I'm fighting, you don't know how to say a few nice words to me, but you want to provoke my patience, huh?"

He took a breath silently, his tortured body was screaming in pain, Nie Changsheng pursed his lips, suppressed the sound of gasping, resisted the discomfort and waved away the man's big palm that was controlling him, and raised his hand. Futon wants to get up.

"Lie down!" Zhuang Lingxiao ordered, angrily pinning Nie Changsheng on the bed, "What are you going to do again!"

After this tossing, as if the skeleton that had been put together all over his body wanted to fall apart again, Nie Changsheng's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to go to the bathroom!"

Hearing this, Zhuang Lingxiao's eyes flashed with faint green light, and there was an ambiguous breath in the air.

When Nie Changsheng realized something was wrong, Zhuang Lingxiao's big palm had already raised his chin, and he lowered his head to press a light kiss on his lips, holding him in his arms in an irresistible posture.

"Zhuang...Zhuang Lingxiao!" Nie Changsheng waved his arm away in astonishment, "What are you going to do?"

"Isn't this obvious? Why do you always ask knowingly?" Zhuang Lingxiao asked back with a smile, teasing him in a good mood, and pretended to hug him up again.

I don't know where the strength came from, Nie Changsheng pushed Zhuang Lingxiao away from the hooligans, and quickly got off the bed. The bathroom was only a dozen steps away from the bedroom, but he was struggling to the extreme, staggering at an uncoordinated pace. When I walked, I didn't even have time to put on my house shoes.

Zhuang Lingxiao looked dissatisfied at the background of Nie Changsheng who had fled in the wilderness. It's not like he never hugged him before. Why is he resisting like this?Or did he treat Nie Changsheng too much like fragile porcelain?No, he doesn't think Nie Changsheng is such a person, at least in his eyes, Nie Changsheng has a tough personality, and since he realized it, he has never seen him bow his head and admit defeat to anyone.

Except for that.

That year, Professor Bian only handed out the thesis submitted by Nie Changsheng, and withheld his thesis. As a result, Nie Changsheng became famous in the world overnight, but he was still a nobody. As for Nie Changsheng, he had no complaints.

But when he learned that Nie Changsheng refused to accept the award, Zhuang Lingxiao still tied Nie Changsheng to the award-receiving venue and saw him on the stage to receive the award before giving up.

The compliment and recognition from Nie Changsheng's speech still echoed in his ears, Zhuang Lingxiao's tangled brows could not help but relax, but he didn't notice it.

The door in the bathroom was closed tightly, and Nie Changsheng couldn't be regarded as wary of Zhuang Lingxiao, that would be too hypocritical, he just didn't want his embarrassed appearance to fall into that person's eyes again.

That's right, Zhuang Lingxiao did violate him in that way. When he walked out of the brain department office that night, although Nie Changsheng was not very conscious, he still remembered how Zhuang Lingxiao brought him back to the new apartment.

Step by step, no matter how surprised the nurse on the night shift cast his eyes, he just said "Director Nie is sick" and took him away in a grandiose manner. He didn't bother to throw out any extra excuses, and the sharp eyes successfully repelled him. Colleagues who wanted to step forward to ask what happened.

Just like the emperor guarding the territory that has been expanded after so much painstaking efforts, he is strong and paranoid.

Nie Changsheng, who had been burned for two days, was not in good spirits. His haggard face was reflected in the mirror on the sink, and his fluffy long hair was a little messy, which couldn't cover the bright marks on the side of his neck. The bruises, big and small, spread all the way to the chest covered by the bathrobe.

"Hmph..." Nie Changsheng raised the bathrobe carefully with his hands trembling, and the V-neck bathrobe still slid open in the same way, showing more and more cover-up.

Memories flooded in again, the place that Zhuang Lingxiao had cleaned was painful, and the intrusive feeling of fullness seemed to have not been completely eliminated, Nie Changsheng's face was blushing abnormally.

The floodgates of memory were wide open, and all kinds of embarrassing images from before flooded into my heart one by one. The memory of that night was clear and vivid. Scenes flashed through my mind. Her behavior was completely opposite, as if the person who was emotional was not herself at all!Those lingering groans, the needless struggles and twists, and the helpless crying for forgiveness when they couldn't hold on, were all seen by this unscrupulous guy.

He was so ashamed that he almost died, but Nie Changsheng remembered it clearly. The memories of that night flashed through his mind frame by frame. , ups and downs with Zhuang Lingxiao fell into the vortex of lust, wandering between hell and heaven together.

There is a razor in front of the mirror stand. This is obviously not what Nie Changsheng used. He has very little body hair and basically has no beard. This is the complete opposite of Zhuang Lingxiao. Cover Zhuang Lingxiao's face.

There were two toothbrushes quietly lying in the cups next to the sink, and two bath towels next to each other on the towel bar, one of which was relatively new and still wet with water stains.

Since when has Zhuang Lingxiao infiltrated every bit of his life, and settled in as the master?

Angrily, Nie Chang slapped his face with water with his hand, so that his thoughts would not be blocked.

Water marks snaked down the side of Nie Changsheng's neck and slipped into the neckline. It was cool, with the remaining coldness of winter.

Putting the used towels back in place neatly, Nie Changsheng stared at the mirror in a daze. He still couldn't figure out what kind of expression he should use to treat Zhuang Lingxiao who was outside the door.

It shouldn't go on anymore, Zhuang Lingxiao is a thoroughly dangerous person, if he doesn't like his wishes, he will recklessly destroy it, Nie Changsheng warned himself like this, even though he knows that the current situation is out of his control.

After making up his mind, Nie Changsheng turned around with difficulty, and all he could see was a mountain of clothes on the clothes basket, including Zhuang Lingxiao's shirt, tie and trousers, and his own medical robe, sweater and belt, twisted together, Regardless of each other, you can still vaguely see blood stains stained on the white underwear, and there are a few suspiciously solidified white stains, which are reminding him brazenly of how he and the man broke the worldly taboo that night... …

"Heh..." Nie Changsheng buried his head in his palms, he heard a painful and suppressed sound from deep in his throat, it was low, and he wasn't afraid to disturb the person outside the door.

At this time, the doorbell of "Ding Dong Ding Ling" shook loudly, suppressing his voice just in time.