monologue

The Bell of Qin 3

"The lighting on the balcony is nice and comfortable." Wen Xiangqin supported Zhong Changxin's shoulders, fumbling with one hand on his chest, and he unbuttoned Zhong Changxin's pajamas one by one.

The curtains were half drawn, and there were still lights and silhouettes of people on them. Zhong Changxin agreed to come to the balcony in a flash of his brain, and he chose reason between needs and reason.

"Go back to the bedroom, in case someone downstairs sees you." Zhong Changxin stood up immediately.

Wen Xiangqin stretched out his hand to pull Zhong Changxin back, pressed his shoulders to make him lie on the sofa with his back facing him, and bit his ear: "This is our own home, what are we afraid of?"

"I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I need to get up early." Zhong Changxin struggled to get up.

Wen Xiangqin simply knelt on the sofa and blocked Zhong Changxin with his legs, "Even if the world ends tomorrow, I can't stop me from having sex with you."

Zhong Changxin was taken aback by Wen Xiangqin's sudden vulgar words, Wen Xiangqin kissed his temples, softened his voice and said, "I'll take you there tomorrow."

Wen Xiangqin let go of Zhong Changxin's shoulders and sat with his legs spread apart, and pulled Zhong Changxin onto his lap, "Aren't you afraid of being seen? This way no one will see you."

Zhong Changxin half-kneeled to support Wen Xiangqin's shoulders, thinking that he used to always feel that Wen Xiangqin was indifferent, and he had never stopped since he lived together. Even though Zhong Changxin was advanced in thinking and rebellious, his behavior Always disciplined and conservative.

So every time, I passively accept Wen Xiangqin's various opinions, "You... Take it easy."

Hearing that Zhong Changxin nodded and agreed to Wen Xiangqin, how could he bear it? As soon as Zhong Changxin finished speaking, he found that half of his pants had been pulled down by him. Wen Xiangqin's skillful movements made him overwhelmed.

As if he suddenly thought of something, Zhong Changxin grabbed Wen Xiangqin's hand and asked him, "You used to be like this with others?"

"Who else?" Wen Xiangqin took off his trousers, but was startled by Zhong Changxin's question, and Zhong Changxin was really good at pouring cold water.

"Such as male and female friends." Wen Xiangqin was seven years older than Zhong Changxin, and it was useless to entangle with these illusory things, but Zhong Changxin was faintly unhappy.

Wen Xiangqin heard a hint of displeasure from his tone, he didn't expect Zhong Changxin to care about this, "If I did it with someone else, what are you going to do?"

Where did Zhong Changxin think about this? It’s human nature to have physiological needs. Besides, their lives and experiences are so different, “I’m just asking.”

Even if Wen Xiangqin's private life was messed up in the past, Zhong Changxin has nothing to say when it has reached this point. Dr. Zhong can think about it, anyway, it's too late to regret it now.

"Ask?" Wen Xiangqin dragged his waist, reached into his pajamas and fumbled, "You care so much about my former private life?"

"Just curious."

"Curiosity?" Wen Xiangqin slowly moved his hand to his chest, "Any other thoughts besides curiosity?"

In the end, Zhong Changxin had no choice but to admit: "Even if Mr. Wen has no money, people who miss you are probably lining up."

Wen Xiangqin said: "I live in your house now, food and clothing are all yours, and I will help you cook, warm the bed and do housework, and I still rely on you to support me. Are you afraid that I will run away without saying a word? I Are you that hungry?"

"Maybe you'll get tired of this boring life someday."

"I've never said how much I love my life now."

Zhong Changxin immediately became nervous when he heard this, and suddenly grabbed Wen Xiangqin by the neckline and stared into his eyes.

Wen Xiangqin dragged Zhong Changxin's butt with both hands, "Because I gave you all my love."

Zhong Changxin loosened his neckline, curled his lips and said, "It's too dirty."

The soil was a bit soiled, but he felt relieved, Wen Xiangqin supported his neck and asked with a smile, "Happy?"

Zhong Changxin nodded, "Yes."

"Little Zhong." Wen Xiangqin kissed Zhong Changxin's chest, "Honey, I want to try to be a young man."

Dr. Zhong, who had insufficient blood supply to the brain, put all his IQ and reason behind under Wen Xiangqin's persuasive persuasion, and satisfied Wen Xiangqin's damned desire to conquer.

Wen Xiangqin knelt on the sofa, hugged Zhong Changxin and said, "I love you, and you are the only one."

The Bell of Qin 4

The next morning, in order to make up for the overindulgence and excess of the previous night, Wen Xiangqin got up early to help Zhong Changxin iron his suit and buy breakfast, but Zhong Changxin didn't say a word to Wen Xiangqin when he left the house.

In the parking lot, Wen Xiangqin put Zhong Changxin's briefcase into the car, and graciously helped him open the car door. Anyway, Zhong Changxin's brows have been frowning since he woke up in the morning, looking awake and angry.

Wen Xiangqin sighed in his heart, working too hard on the bed is not a good thing.

After getting in the car, Wen Xiangqin pulled out his seat belt and glanced at Zhong Changxin, "What time do you get off work in the afternoon?"

Zhong Changxin's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had caught a cold: "Work overtime, I won't go home at night."

Wen Xiangqin tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "I'll accompany you."

"No, I'm going to be late for the meeting."

"Angry?"

"I have a sore throat and I don't want to talk."

Wen Xiangqin threw stones at his feet, and dared not be angry or speak out, "I'll pick you up after work."

Zhong Changxin finally took a straight look at Wen Xiangqin: "You are not the same as before."

Wen Xiangqin thought that Zhong Changxin wanted to praise him for finally learning to be considerate, but Zhong Changxin said, "I was never so thick-skinned before."

As soon as Wen Xiangqin heard it, he started to go online: "That's because I didn't know how to enjoy before."

Zhong Changxin: "..."

At the gate of Changqing University, Wen Xiangqin parked his car in the off-campus parking lot on the west side, and walked to the school with him carrying Zhong Changxin's briefcase.

There are two bus stops at the entrance of Changqing University. There are many students in the early morning, and Zhong Changxin and Wen Xiangqin are not so conspicuous among the students.

After walking for a while, Zhong Changxin suddenly stopped. The people around him walked around him and entered the school gate. Wen Xiangqin also stopped. They turned their heads and saw that there were two acquaintances on the bus platform.

Chu Xingmu came over with Wen Ti carrying Wen Ti's piano case. Wen Ti wore a white shirt and looked like a student.

When they approached, Zhong Changxin said: "It seems that I passed the exam."

Wen Ti smiled and said, "I'm here to experience the campus atmosphere and learn something by the way."

Wen Xiangqin seemed to be disconnected from the internet for a long time, and asked in surprise, "Wen Ti has been admitted to university?"

Chu Xingmu replied: "You didn't know until you have been in class for a few weeks? After Wen Ti, you will be a serious college student."

Chu Xingmu was full of resentment towards Wen's family for not letting Wen Ti go to school, "Why do you have time to come to school?"

He thought that Wen Xiangqin was busy making a comeback, how could he continue to nest at home with his personality, Wen Xiangqin's unyielding temperament was comparable to Chu Xingmu's.

"Send the doctor to work, and talk to the school about some business by the way."

After Wen Xiangqin said Zhong Changxin, he looked at him, "What business are you talking about?"

"Campus security."

"I do not know how?"

"It's very early, this business is a private cooperation project."

Wen Ti broke the stage and said, "I gave it to him."

Wen Xiangqin: "..."

Chu Xingmu urged: "Anyone who is in a daze for class and work will be late, talk while walking."

Wen Ti and Zhong Changxin walked in the front, Chu Xingmu and Wen Xiangqin followed behind with a piano case and a briefcase, and they walked into the school gate talking and laughing.

The author says:

Tomorrow will be old Chen and Han Forensic