After bankruptcy, I managed to seduce the male god

The muscles under the palm suddenly became stiff, like a taut bowstring, pinching in Yun Mo's palm.

He gently kneaded him with his palm, and as he moved, the force slowly loosened, and the touch of his palm became soft again.

Xie Xing lowered his head, propped his hands on the washstand, his forehead hair was wet with water, dripping wetly.

A hand reached over to help him turn off the faucet.

The sound of rushing water suddenly stopped, and the bathroom became extremely quiet.

Yun Mo lowered his gaze to look at Xie Xing's bent back, and held his shoulder with his hand to turn him around a little bit.

The warm breath, the familiar but light woody fragrance filled the tip of the nose little by little, Xie Xing had to work hard to control himself from trembling.

His lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were drooping, his face was wet with water marks, revealing a different kind of paleness and fragility, implying stubbornness.

This is Xie Sheng that Yun Mo has never seen before.

Years have passed, and the years have left indelible marks on everyone, and these marks remind him that they have missed each other too much.

"It's you, isn't it?" Xie Sheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he was the first to break the silence: "That person in 1602."

His slender fingers pinched his chin, and lifted his face. Yun Mo looked at him seriously, and then said softly, "It's me."

No matter how many times I've seen his videos and photos before, none of them are as real as the moment I saw with my own eyes.

The baby fat was long gone, and he was so thin that his chin was pointy.

On the snow-white cheek, there is a very small and shallow tear mole under the left eye, which can only be seen from such a close distance.

Yun Mo gently stroked the mole with his thumb: "Do you often cry? There was no such thing here before."

The warm touch, accompanied by the movements of the fingertips, washed over Xie Sheng's mind like a gentle tide.

He became even more stubborn, looking at him with a pair of eyes, and there was a clear coldness in his voice: "Don't cry."

He had a tear mole on his face. When he first entered the industry, Du Feng was afraid that the mole would grow up, so he suggested that he remove it.

But he didn't listen, because he heard that the tear mole represented the continuation of the marriage in the previous life, so he insisted on keeping it.

Although he and Yun Mo were not destined to be married in a previous life, at least they could be considered a predestined relationship.

He's stubborn and sensitive in some ways, insisting for no reason.

Yun Mo looked at him very intently, as if he didn't want to miss the slightest change in him, his eyes were deep, like the sea in the dark night, bottomless, but the sea surface reflected like stars and moons, shining sparkling light.

"You can say anything," he said softly, "but you shouldn't say never."

"why?"

"Because that's not true."

Xie Sheng's brows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but smiled lightly: "What am I going to say?"

Yun Mo stared at him, seeing that he raised the spikes all over his body towards him.

In the past, he would be covered with thorns to outsiders, but when facing him, he would only reveal the softest belly.

But today, he closed himself up to him, protecting the softest part of himself.

Even Xie Xing himself was shocked, the emotions that he had been suppressing so hard that he thought had long since ceased to exist would completely wake up and explode at this moment.

He thought that seeing him again would make him cry with joy.

But in fact, his emotions were so unbearable.

He loved him, owed him, but also hated him.

He hated him for leaving him behind silently for five years, hated him for not fulfilling his promise, hated that he didn't give him a knife and let him die happily, but hung him there, struggling to survive.

But compared to what he owed him, his hatred was so small, so unreasonable.

These hatreds were usually suppressed by a huge sense of guilt and guilt, and never had a chance to show up, but at this moment, facing his calmness, they all woke up unexpectedly.

Yes, isn't Xiaoqing love?Isn't a little hate hate?They accumulated little by little, eating away at his heart little by little in the past five years, torturing him day and night.

His eye sockets were hot, and at this moment he just wanted to vent them out, and then let him give him another pleasure.

He turned his head away, and became foolish again, smiling a little frivolously: "If I had to say it, would you hit me like you did when you were a child?"

Yun Mo looked at him silently, and after a while he said, "Try to say it again?"

Xie Sheng took a step forward, reached out and pressed his metal buckle, and was about to untie it with his fingers.

Yun Mo held his wrist, looking straight into his eyes.

Xie Xing was getting closer and closer to him, almost as if he was leaning on his shoulder, his warm breath was blowing towards the tip of his ear, and he whispered in his ear: "Brother, I never Forget what it was like that night."

In the next moment, there was pain in his wrist, and at the same time, the shallow scar behind Yun Mo's ear came into his eyes.

That's what he left for him.

The energy in his heart suddenly dissipated. If those hatreds were his punishment, it would already be too light.

What right does he have to be hypocritical here?

Looking at the scar, his eyes gradually turned red, and he wanted to kiss it uncontrollably.

The hand that Yun Mo was holding his wrist eased, and the other hand was also on his waist, not knowing if he wanted to push him away or hug him.

He seemed to hear him say in his ear: "I'm sorry."

It was very light, like a sigh, making him unable to tell whether it was real or not.

But he didn't have time to confirm, because there were hurried footsteps outside, accompanied by Wei Xia's voice: "Brother, are you inside?"

Xie Xing woke up suddenly, he remembered the sentence the reporter asked about the marriage between the Yun and Wei families.

He almost panicked and pushed Yun Mo away, then took a step back, and leaned on the washstand in a panic.

"Hey, brother, Xie Xing," Wei Xia poked his head in nervously: "Sure enough, here it is, the banquet will start soon, and I'm just waiting for you two, come quickly."

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感谢在2020-03-0316:51:16~2020-03-0417:28:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: ceol1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!