accompany me

Chi Yang's place is very big, on the third floor, with a garden balcony. The decoration is unique and well-matched. A background wall made of gold, wood and leather cloth can be worth two or three years' wages of ordinary people, and it is as new as ever. It can be used as a model room of hardcover design for people to watch.

It's just that the solid wood floor on the third floor has accumulated dust all the year round, and most of the rooms on the first and second floors are also locked. It seems that the owner of this house will not set foot in other places except the living room and kitchen.

The scope of He Yi's activities is also limited to the living room of Chi Yang's house. The legendary guest bedroom was only mentioned when he first came here, and he has not been able to get a glimpse of the true face so far.

As for other places, no matter how much he treats Chi Yang as his own, he still abides by the distinction between host and guest, and by default it is the other party's private space, not to mention the bedroom on the second floor, he is not even curious about the kitchen right in front of him.

So when Chi Yang asked him to go to school together after he got up, and to take a shower at his home, his first reaction was still to refuse.

"It's really unnecessary," he said, "It's too much trouble for you to clean it up when it gets wet."

He was referring to the wall and floor of the bathroom, but Chi Yang obviously thought too much, his eyes swept over his lower abdomen, and then he looked down meaningfully, and said seriously: "I don't mind, post-play is also part of emotional life."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Chi Yang smiled, leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, looked at the good student who was sitting upright, "I said it doesn't matter if you get wet, there is a constant humidity system, so you don't have to worry about it."

He Yi still wanted to decline: "But I wash at five o'clock in the morning, it may wake me up..."

"Then wash it at night," Chi Yang looked at him, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask, don't you sweat during the day? Why don't you take a shower when you get home?"

"...My father admired the way of working and resting abroad, and he cultivated the habit of waking up early, drinking coffee, and eating cold food for breakfast since I was a child." He Yi paused, and a little cold sarcasm floated in his eyes, "But I can't tolerate caffeine. His stomach is also not very good, and he will feel uncomfortable if he eats cold food, so he is destined to not be able to become what he wants."

What he explained was taking a shower in the morning, but what Chi Yang noticed was another thing: "You have a bad stomach?"

"Well," He Yi didn't want to say much, "it's probably a problem left over from childhood."

"Okay, I have a bad stomach, so I have to drink." Chi Yang stroked his hair unceremoniously, and muttered, "You're so delicate."

He Yi didn't hear clearly: "Say what?"

"Say you asked for sex and got up in the morning to take a shower. Wouldn't it be good to sleep a little longer? If you want to take a shower at night when you get home, you can go now."

When he said this, no matter his expression or actions, even his loose and unquestionable tone was very natural, not much different from usual, and he could not see the determination of a desperate person at all, and he even added a sentence wisely and meaningfully: "Anyway, you Dad can't see it either, so don't insist on what he left you."

Apparently the turning point of their relationship—or the end—is in front of them—but he seems to have accepted the ending, unbelievably calm, just chatting in a normal way, and draws He Yi into his trap step by step. One try".

Like a wild beast who is reluctant to hurt Jingui's prey, he has no choice but to settle for the next best thing, setting traps in a way that he is not so good at, to lure the opponent to come.

Even sadly, enjoying the process of seduction step by step, as if tasting the last peace.

He Yi didn't notice it, and lowered his eyes slightly when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about something.

Standing behind him, Chi Yang looked at the long and straight eyelashes and the delicate pinnae, his heart moved, he bent down, hugged him across the back of the sofa, rubbed the bridge of his nose against the neckline of the neat shirt, urged vaguely : "Brother, just sleep until dawn and go to school with me, huh?"

——Although they may not have the opportunity to go to school together in the future, He Yi will not come here to spend the night.

I don't know how long it took, probably because it was itchy, He Yi finally tilted his head slightly: "Okay, you can try."

"Well," Chi Yang seemed to be waiting for his words, still hugged him loosely, turned his head and kissed He Yi's soft side neck naturally, and said in a low voice, "Then go, go upstairs to the first room on the right." room, the bathroom is in my room."

Ten minutes later, He Yi stood in the shower, feeling that he was too young before.

There was a knock on the bathroom door a few steps away, and Chi Yang's voice could still be heard through the door with a vague smile: "Brother, can I go in?"

He Yi forced himself to suppress his urge to end the bath early, patiently squeezed the shower gel onto his body, and stroked the young man's sharp shoulder blades with his fingers, which turned faintly red due to excessive force.

One second before turning on the shower again, he finally popped out two words: "No."

The bathroom door was not actually locked, even if it was locked, Chi Yang still had the key, so it was probably just to tease him.

He Yi doesn't mind if he actually barges in, they are all boys of this age, he has some and the other has them, just look at it, but this person hangs him like this outside the door, as if he really cares about "watching him take a bath" What kind of limited experience is it, and the persistence is inexplicable, making people feel like they are sitting on pins and needles.

Especially when I was taking a shower, my fingers accidentally touched the side of my neck, and the itchiness of being kissed a few minutes ago and the words of the culprit flooded into my mind, which almost doubled the subtle effect.

Fortunately, after hearing his answer, Chi Yang seemed to let it go, and the silence outside the door allowed He Yi to finish washing the foam peacefully, turn off the shower, dry himself and change into the pajamas Chi Yang gave him, with a towel on his head opened the door.

The heating outside the door was dry and comfortable, but he had no time to take care of it. As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into a warmer embrace. Chi Yang opened his arms like waiting for a rabbit, and hugged him. Throw it to the ground.

While waiting here, Chi Yang had some concerns and thought a lot in his heart, but at the moment he saw him, he somehow cleared away his distracting thoughts, leaving only instinctive impulse, and hugged the person in front of him before reason.

He Yi was wearing his clothes, the size was too big, revealing a piece of fair skin around the neckline, wrapped in a familiar smell, moist with moisture, seemed to be softer than before when hugged, making people feel reluctant to part with ironing.

He hugged him too tightly, He Yi struggled, trying to hide, took half a step back and was pushed by someone, and pressed against the wall with his backhand.

Chi Yang's hand holding him tightly moved up slowly, gliding over his half-dried hair, and finally stopped on the top of his head, with his forearms crossed against the wall, taking advantage of half his head's height, in a very powerful way The aggressive and impolite gesture stopped him.

He Yi looked at him, his Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

Chi Yang's other hand was placed on his lower back, touching his back along the straight spine, the temperature of the palm was higher than that of his body just after taking a shower.

It was clearly a very oppressive posture, but Chi Yang's eyes didn't have the vague and ironic danger in his eyes, instead he just looked at him like he was restraining something.

Looking at this person whose heartbeat was as calm as usual and his expression was indifferent.

"Do you like me?" Chi Yang asked.

He already knew the answer.

As expected, the air quietened down, He Yi frowned slightly, and looked at him silently.

Like a pool of stagnant water without sorrow or joy, he accepts everything given to him, but he can never spit out any waves. The moonlight is with him, and there is only moonlight.

Chi Yang lowered his eyes, looked at his lips, and for a moment wanted to stretch out his hand to force him to open his mouth and say something he wanted - but in the end he just flinched and said softly: "He Yi, you Sometimes it's really boring... It's all for this sake, just say it if you don't feel it, and I won't force you."

He Yi's breathing seemed to be messed up, and it seemed to be just his illusion: "Chi Yang..."

"Give me a good time, brother," Chi Yang lowered his head, touched his lips almost tenderly, and it fell apart immediately, "Or just provoke me by asking for sex, you can't afford to provoke me."

I will imprison you, keep you in captivity, force you to bow your head in the most despicable way, and it is useless to cry and beg for mercy. While loving you deeply, I will make you betray yourself day by day.

"Chi Yang..." He Yi called out again, wanting to explain, but found that he had nothing to say—the answer to this question was too clear, yes or no, there was no room for him to explain at all.

It's like forcing a person who has never seen eggs to say whether boiled eggs are good or not, it is too reluctant.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, it's just that those emotions can't find an outlet, and they are filled with dust in the bottom of his heart. Going around, even if he catches them, it is a meaningless mass.

I don't mind him staying by my side, I don't mind him seeing how I hide from the world, I want to walk with him, I want to reach out and hug him back.

Does this count as liking?

The author says:

Recently, the number of words per update will be less, to cater to the rhythm breakpoint