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Ning Xiang's mind was still in a daze, and he opened his eyes slightly, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

He was like a fish out of water, almost mad with thirst.

The only source of water is from overhead.

He tried to grab the warm body above him and leaned closer.

Then he was held down hard again, like a prey caught by a fisherman.

However, this prey did not intend to resist. Instead, it opened its lips, raised its neck, and meekly accepted the invasion.

As if he'd been longing for it all along.

A moment of confusion.

Jiang Chenghui hugged the person in his arms tightly, pressed him down hard, and gasped heavily.

There were bursts of loud music and screaming.

Jiang Chenghui's face was deeply buried in Ning Xiang's fluffy and soft hair, and he cursed fiercely.

The young man in his arms hugged him tightly, his body trembling slightly, and his breath fell slightly on his chest.

The warm air seems to be able to pass directly through the chest and melt into the blood.

The flame, which had been a little docile just now, shot up again.

"This isn't the right place," Jiang Chenghui said hoarsely, but hugged him even tighter, and whispered into Ning Xiang's ear, "Do you know where is more suitable?"

It's a pity that the round-faced young man's eyes were confused, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak a word except for whimpering and writhing his body.

Jiang Chenghui sighed for a long time, then let go of the young man, turned over and sat up by himself.

Ning Xiang was still half leaning on the sofa and panting heavily, his eyes followed Jiang Chenghui blankly, motionless.

Even so, it is full of attraction.

Jiang Chenghui adjusted his posture with difficulty.

Ning Xiang finally moved his fingers slightly, as if he was looking for someone around him, his movements were very slow, and his eyes were still foggy.

His lips were a little swollen, and his face was a patch of red, which went down to the neckline.

This person was already as white as cold jade, but his flushes became more and more shocking.

Jiang Chenghui's eyes deepened.

Ning Xiang's chest was still heaving violently, but his hands and feet were stretched loose, looking extremely docile, and seemed to be inviting the people next to him to continue exploring.

Jiang Chenghui lowered his head, his voice was still hoarse with a hint of laughter in his voice: "Do you still want to continue?"

Ning Xiang turned his head in a daze.

He didn't seem to know where he was or what he was doing.

The drumbeat of hot music suddenly sounded, shaking his head aching.The spirit of alcohol finally receded completely.

Ning Xiang opened his mouth slightly, as if about to say something, then closed it again.

His face was suddenly pale.

What did he just... do?

Ning Xiang's brain was still dizzy, and his eyes couldn't see clearly. He could only breathe in the turbid air like a lack of oxygen. The air mixed with the smell of wine and sandalwood poured into his lungs, but he was even more anxious.

What did he do just now? !

Ning Xiang suddenly realized that he was not dreaming, but he only remembered that he kissed Jiang Chenghui deeply on impulse just now.

Then what happened again, but only chaos remained in his mind.

It seemed to be more intense hugs and kisses, and it seemed that he was pushed away all of a sudden.

According to common sense, the latter memory is the real possibility.

Ning Xiang's hands and legs were stiff and slowly retracted, curled up like shrimps, and then sat up.

His face was always hidden in the shadows, and he didn't dare to look towards Jiang Chenghui.

He didn't know that Jiang Chenghui kept staring at him without saying a word, and his legs changed positions again.

Ning Xiang still lowered his head, and said in a very soft voice: "I'm sorry... I seem to be drunk."

Actually, he should have said it in a more light-hearted way, like every drunken prank.

But he was a little bored and frightened, and he couldn't relax.

Jiang Chenghui on the side still didn't speak.

Ning Xiang didn't dare to look up at his face.

The next moment, Ning Xiang's arm was suddenly grabbed by the person next to him, and then he pulled it, and the sky turned dizzy.

When Ning Xiang woke up, he found that he had returned to Jiang Chenghui's arms.

"But I'm not drunk." The man whispered in his ear.

Ning Xiang's brain was still ringing, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Besides, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Jiang Chenghui sighed next to his ear.

Then, Ning Xiang was kissed deeply again.

It was a very sober, intensely entangled kiss.

Ning Xiang once again forgot to breathe, his whole body was stiff, and he was pitifully pressed on the sofa again.

But this time, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see Jiang Chenghui's face clearly.

Jiang Chenghui's big hand suddenly covered Ning Xiang's eyes, and then continued.

Jiang Chenghui didn't stop until he kissed the person in his arms until he trembled slightly. He was still pressed against Ning Xiang's body and remained motionless, with his face tightly pressed against Ning Xiang's profile.

After a long time, when the breathing of the two finally returned to normal, Jiang Chenghui gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not drunk, and I don't apologize."

Ning Xiang was still stiff and motionless.

Even the sound of breathing seemed to quiet down suddenly.

Jiang Chenghui also held his breath.

Although his mouth is powerful, in fact he is still very upset.

Sometimes, Ning Xiang's vague attitude makes him feel that he is not wishful thinking.

But sometimes, this kid is like a frightened rabbit, no one believes it.

Jiang Chenghui was actually a very patient person most of the time, but for Ning Xiang, his patience seemed to be short-lived.

What if I get rejected...?

Jiang Chenghui hugged Ning Xiang tightly, refusing to think about this question.

Then, a soft sigh came from his ear.

The voice was small and inaudible.

Jiang Chenghui finally raised his body and looked down at Ning Xiang, his eyes narrowed slightly with a dangerous aura.

The young man just blinked his eyes and looked back at him docilely and quietly.

"I've thought about it for a long time too." Ning Xiang said in a low voice, with dimples on his face.

The voice next to him once again receded like a sea wave.

The two pecked like kissing fish.

Be careful and trembling.

On the contrary, it is not as good as the momentum supported by alcohol just now.

At this moment, when a reckless young man passed this small corner, his foot slipped, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Although the bartender quickly took away the broken glass and the young man apologized and left, the originally tense atmosphere was suddenly broken.

The two of them were no longer entangled, but each sat on one side of the sofa, as if nothing had happened.

Ning Xiang's heart was pounding and he was in a panic.

"Shall we go back?" Jiang Chenghui asked him in a low voice.

Ning Xiang nodded, his face was still flushed, his mind was empty, and he would only follow Jiang Chenghui.

Looks dumb, and just giggles.

Jiang Chenghui stopped in front of Ning Xiang, and stretched his finger towards Ning Xiang slightly, but the fingertips of the two people just touched, and Ning Xiang immediately bounced off like an electric shock, and his face became even redder.

Jiang Chenghui glanced at him with a smile, and did not force himself, but walked slowly ahead.

Ning Xiang hurriedly followed up.

The two left the bar one after the other.

Walking in front was Jiang Chenghui. He was already tall and tall, wearing a thin shirt, he looked even more dashing in the cool night wind.

Ning Xiang followed behind, his figure was even thinner, obviously not short, but he still looked small, but hiding behind Jiang Chenghui, everything seemed to be just right.

Ning Xiang raised his head again and glanced at Jiang Chenghui's back.

Blown by the cold wind, his mind seemed to finally wake up.

It also made everything that happened just now more like a dream.

Jiang Chenghui's hair was a bit long, and the ends of it fluttered messily in the wind, but even so, it was still very pretty.

Ning Xiang stared at the back of Jiang Chenghui's head, and suddenly remembered the feeling of inserting his fingers into this man's hair just now...

It was tingling.

So, is it true?Jiang Chenghui is interested in him?

Ning Xiang smirked again.

Walking on the street full of people coming and going, his eyes and ears were filled with only the person in front of him.

Even if he accidentally bumped into the person next to him, he would still just smile foolishly, and then be cast a disgusted look by the beautiful young lady.

Even if he was blindsided, he continued to giggle.

Jiang Chenghui turned his head helplessly to look at the stupid guy behind him.

He waited under the bright street lights, and the elongated black shadow fell at Ning Xiang's feet.

Just as Ning Xiang was about to raise his foot and walk over, he looked down at the black shadow under his feet, then carefully walked around and approached from the side.

Jiang Chenghui smiled helplessly, and his heart was unbelievably soft.

Ning Xiang finally walked to his side, there was still a distance of about one meter between the two of them, Ning Xiang raised his head and continued to giggle, but he didn't dare to get any closer.

Jiang Chenghui took the initiative to take a step towards him.

Ning Xiang looked up at him, his eyes became bigger, as if he was testing and confirming something.

The restless rabbit jumped out trembling again.

Jiang Chenghui stretched out his hand again and grabbed Ning Xiang's hand.

Ning Xiang's hand was cold, but very soft, falling on Jiang Chenghui's palm like a clump of cold jade.

"I, I have cold hands." Ning Xiang pulled out his hand again in a panic, and said with his head down.

"I don't mind, my hands are hot." Jiang Chenghui looked at the top of the young man's head.

Ning Xiang didn't make a sound, instead he stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued to walk in silence.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

On the quiet street, there are only two footsteps, one is a little faster, the other is a little slower.

But as they walked, the steps of the two gradually became the same frequency, and the shadows merged together.

"I..." Ning Xiang approached Jiang Chenghui with small steps, and finally took his hand out of his pocket.

Jiang Chenghui waited for him to continue speaking.

"My hands are warm..." His voice was lower, and his head was lowered. He only had his hands, the hands that scratched the river city emblem little by little.

This time, Jiang Chenghui grabbed Ning Xiang's hand without hesitation.

This time, the hands of the two finally did not let go.

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