No way forward

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"Excuse me, sir, your check-out time is up."

Gao Feng woke up suddenly holding the phone, and looked up at the sky.

The neck twisted.

He left the room in the twilight with tears in his eyes.

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Gao Feng clutched his neck and sat on the bench in the atrium of the Second Religion, briefly going through Chapter 1 again.

The content is not complicated, it is nothing more than "I" lost my mother and father when I was young, was rescued and brought up by a knight of unknown origin, and thus developed a charming love for him.In an unexpected situation, when it was not possible to tell whether the two were in love, "I" gave him indescribable inexplicable thoughts.

The writing has improved, but the plot is still the same as before.But this emotional thread...

Gao Feng stiffened his neck, thinking of Yan Ge's inexplicable words and actions in the afternoon, he suddenly felt guilty.

How does it look like, he played with him?

The lean meat porridge in his stomach suddenly felt hot, and the kissed cheek was as stiff as if he had received too much hyaluronic acid.

Gao Feng covered his neck with one hand and sat blankly with his mobile phone in the other, thinking that he was holding a beating heart in his hand.

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Gao Feng has long known how beautiful flesh and lust are.

Accelerated panting, tense muscles, rising body temperature, everything can be ignored here, and all straightforward and strong sensory stimuli can be accepted by the flesh.

When facing his own desires, Gao Feng has always been frank, sprinting hard when he is happy, grinding his heart when he is interested, and panting on his sweaty chest when he is tired.No tweaking, no pretentiousness, whatever you want, stop whatever you want.

In fact, he seldom understands the timidity, shame, and stupidity mentioned by lovers.Almost can't feel it.

That is to say, Gao Feng, a prodigal son in bed, is a real and out-and-out boy in terms of feelings.

He really didn't understand the love between men and men.

With the not-so-cool evening wind blowing, Gao Feng clicked on the search engine after staying for a long time.

His neck hurts and he couldn't lower his head, so he raised the phone to the level of his eyes.

Slowly type a few words into the search bar:

"What's it like to like someone?"

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After 10 minutes, Gao Feng put down the phone.

He really didn't quite understand the same example sentences in these Chinese test questions.

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Gao Feng sat on the bench in the atrium of the Second Religion with a sad face.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and groups of students came out of the lit classrooms, in groups of two or three, and sometimes some people walked alone.

There was a person in the lead in the rushing team, and Gao Feng stretched his sore neck and squinted to see that it was a familiar figure.

It's Yange.

This man was tall and long-legged, and he stopped in front of him within a few steps, and asked a little excitedly, "Are you waiting for me? How do you know I'm here?"

Gao Feng stood up slowly, straightened his neck, turned and walked towards the playground, "It just so happened."

Yan Ge smiled and followed him.

"What's wrong with your neck?" Yan Ge walked side by side on Gao Feng's right, looking sideways at him, frowning.

"Accidentally twisted it." As soon as the words fell, one hand brushed against the neck, firmly pressed on the sore place, and kneaded with moderate strength.

Gao Feng shrugged his nose to suppress a sigh that was too comfortable.

The bullfrogs were making strange noises in the grass by the roadside, and the mosquitoes were waiting for an opportunity to feed in the dark. The atmosphere was secretly exciting, and Yan Ge couldn't help but asked again, "Did you come here specially to find me?"

Gao Feng didn't want to answer.In fact, he was also a little erratic, the feeling that he was slightly over the top even though he hadn't been drinking."I have a question," he said.

"You ask."

The words reached my lips and I couldn't speak them again.Gao Feng swallowed the question that he couldn't find the answer to just now, and he hesitated for a long time before he had a sudden inspiration: "Before we met, I asked you what your difficulties are. What do you mean by 'it's all a trick of fate'? You It’s not impossible to be tough.”

The kneading on Gao Feng's neck froze suddenly.

Gao Feng turned his face and glanced at the person, but unfortunately the light was too dim to see anything.

The kneading on Gao Feng's neck slowly returned to strength.

Yan Ge seemed to smile, with a soft and helpless tone.

"You have to force me to say...my writing is poor, but you can still see that I am pursuing the combination of soul and body? Fate prevents me from meeting the person I like. Where can I find the body and soul? Nope Playing tricks on me."

……

This is really caught off guard.

Gao Feng stood speechless on the spot, and couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of going back in time again.

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The few reading experiences of pure love novels tell Gao Feng that the process of conveying love should be complicated and confusing.

For example, the male and female protagonists always have to face many obstacles from the white lotus green tea dick before expressing their feelings for each other. It is like the male and female protagonists always have to experience various misunderstandings of abuse of body and mind before entering a sweet ending.In these huge emotional mazes, the logical confessions generally belong to supporting actors who cannot love.

And Yan Ge...

Gao Feng didn't quite agree with his suicidal behavior of being a supporting role.

The main reason is that he hasn't sorted out the thousands of knots in his heart at all, and he really can't think of a perfect answer.

Yan Ge probably didn't want to have fun with Gao Feng anymore, his eyes tightly locked on him in the dark night, implying the light of anxious expectation, "What about you, have you met before?"

"..."

Gao Feng decided to tell the truth, seeing the tricks: "No."

"Resisting it?" Yan Ge pressed on step by step.

"Not really."

"Oh—" Yan Ge let out a sigh of relief.

The hand holding the back of Gao Feng's neck moved to his left shoulder, Yan Ge turned to look at him from his right side, and said with a relaxed expression: "Then try with me."

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This trick cannot be dismantled.

Gao Feng's eyes trembled, and he thought it was absurd, he opened his mouth to ask why this person was always rushing to take the second role, ready to stage a drama of bitterness at any time.

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But failed to ask the exit.

The hand on the left shoulder knocked him down, Yan Ge came over in the next second, and stopped the words.

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Gao Feng was shocked.

Forbearance male second is not like this.

Gao Feng repented in his heart.

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The playground, where you can't see your fingers, has always been an excellent place to prostitute yourself.

In the ambiguous darkness, Yan Ge fixed Gao Feng's neck with one hand, and walked behind his back with the other hand, touching his waist and abdomen, and connected with his heartbeat.His lips tugged eagerly, and he kissed passionately.

Panting accelerated, muscles tensed, body temperature rose, and Gao Feng began to feel dizzy, which was somewhat similar to applauding for love.

Just as addictive.

When Singer Yan poked in from under the hem of his clothes to pinch his waistline, Gao Feng's gasping voice changed a tune.Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands hanging on both sides of his body, and put his arms around Yan Ge's back.

Yan Ge's movements were stagnant, but the strength of his upper hand hoop was intensified in bursts.

Gao Feng thought, try it.

The author has something to say:

Moving is much faster than writing, and there is an illusion that I can write more than [-] characters every day.

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