Hiding from your predecessor

It was a love hotel with a rainbow-colored façade, and it was the third one Dean had found.

When rushing into the hotel lobby, the reception lady saw his blond hair and obvious Western facial features at a glance. These facial features were not stretched out, and he looked a bit fierce.

I won't meet another guest who wants to come and rape me in bed...

The reception lady said to herself that she was troublesome, and said hello weakly: "Hello?"

Generally anxious and angry, another person appeared in their love hotel, most of them came to catch rape.

She thought she had guessed right, because the next second, this handsome foreign guy who was still looking dazzling even though he looked unhappy asked her: "Did you see a man wearing a gray V-neck T-shirt who looks like a mixed race?" man and a man who is almost 1.9 meters."

The waiter smiled slightly, and to avoid trouble, she usually replied, "I'm sorry sir, no."

The waiter's answer made Dean tap the table angrily, frowned and wanted to turn around and rush out. He didn't know at the moment that he and Han Yichuan had indeed entered the same hotel.

Just 25 minutes ago, Han Yichuan stripped off all the clothes under the tall man's head on the sixth floor of the hotel, and then they began to argue endlessly about who attacked and who suffered.

Han Yichuan: "Everyone knows that I am number one. I think I am quite famous in the circle. Didn't you know that when you asked me out?"

"It's not what you said to attack." The tall man messed up Han Yichuan's Liu Hai, and one or two tufts of Liu Hai rested on Han Yichuan's long and thick eyelashes, which matched his wide eyes when he was arguing. He looked like a milk cat who failed to beg for food, and there was a gleam of coquettishness in his innocence.

The tall man looked at Han Yichuan like this and smiled with satisfaction: "This mainly depends on temperament."

Han Yichuan was close to the edge of bombing: "My temperament is capitalized Gong."

"So what do you think I am?"

Han Yichuan looked the tall man up and down, weighed the size of the man's work, and said three words: "The bottom man."

The man laughed, and with the weight of his whole body, he quickly pressed Han Yichuan under him, stripping him of all the cover below his waist: "Today, I will show you how low-level I am."

The low voice made Han Yichuan's hairs stand on end, and his animal intuition made him realize that he was in a very dangerous situation. This man was completely different from those young people who would lie down and be teased as long as they spoke!

Han Yichuan, as a man who is able to bend and stretch, immediately changed his strategy. He was no match for force, so he had to use resourcefulness: "Wait a minute! Why don't we make a bet."

"What bet?"

Han Yichuan pointed to the limp thing in front of him: "If you can help me out with your hands within 10 minutes, I'll let you do it."

The man licked his lips: "Interesting, what if you win?"

"Of course I'm going to fuck you."

"Deal." 10 minutes is more than enough for him. In his heart, Han Yichuan is just looking for a step down for himself, so as a spoiled wife madman (self-proclaimed), he must of course cooperate with Han Yichuan unconditionally.

But after 10 minutes passed, the tall man's complexion was comparable to that of a cucumber, and he asked in a broken tone: "Have you ever learned some witchcraft to control the essence?!"

Han Yichuan sighed, his face was not as proud as the tall man expected, but he kicked the man kneeling in front of him away: "Go away."

The man was very surprised that Han Yichuan didn't take advantage of the win to ask him to abide by the bet?

Or did he not have that idea in the first place, just perfunctory him?

In fact, Han Yichuan didn't think so much, he just felt that after so long, maybe the curse on him had been untied, so he could try it out and let it out.

Unfortunately, he was again disappointed to find that nothing had changed.

"You go." Han Yichuan's tone was very bad, "Before I change my mind."

Han Yichuan's complexion was even worse than before. The tall man instinctively felt that Han Yichuan needed to be comforted, but although Han Yichuan's complexion was not good, his eyes were never serious.

This pair of pupils, which had lost all jokes and concealment, was the first sight the tall man had seen that night, and it was so firm that his heart trembled.

The tall man finally compromised under these two eyes: "Okay, let's make an appointment next time."

Until the sound of closing the door, Han Yichuan clenched his fists and slammed hard on the mattress under him, making a dull "dongdong" sound.

The pointless knocking wasn't getting him any better, and he sighed, settling for self-sufficiency.

But another 5 minutes passed, and the rubbing against the cylinder still didn't make him achieve the desired orgasm. He was so irritable that he didn't know that the tall man didn't leave at all. He just pretended to open and close the door, making an exit After that, he hid in the blind spot of Han Yichuan's vision and eavesdropped on Han Yichuan's every move.

Han Yichuan's breathing gradually increased, and his hand movements became more and more rapid, but in vain, no tricks could give him the feeling he wanted, just like every time he tried before, every day and night, even if he repeatedly resisted, his body , his brain, will ignite another kind of longing, the kind of longing that even the cells are clamoring "not so, not enough, not enough at all".

In the end, he will be defeated by the word "not enough" that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and runs through every corner of his body.

This time, still nothing changed.

"why……"

The humming sound continued to come from the vocal cords, getting higher and louder, and from the beginning to the end, Han Yichuan only repeated those three words - why.

"why why why!"

Roaring and panting filled the cheap standard room. The tall man didn't know what happened to Han Yichuan, but he could imagine Han Yichuan's chest heaving violently.

He guessed that Han Yichuan was just continuing to do what he failed to help Han Yichuan - rubbing the front to vent, but it didn't seem to be successful.

So Ethan really wanted to vent, not be patient on purpose?

The room was still filled with panting, but after a while, the tall man with doubts in his heart found that several syllables had changed, they were more subtle and higher, like a moan that was extremely forbearable and could not be completely suppressed, broken issued from the lips.

Those few broken syllables made his whole body feel wrong, a numbness and itching were squeezed out from the heart like an electric current, flowed to the limbs, and finally gathered to the key parts below the waist.

The tall man couldn't help poking half of his head out of the narrow aisle leading to the door, and then he saw the scene that made him extremely shocked and his heart beat faster. He was so shocked that he felt that in the next few decades, Even this scene, he has seen it in many small movies.

He saw Han Yichuan's other hand stirring behind him. Every time he stirred, there would be an irresistible syllable leaking out. It was this sound that made the tall man's heart beat against his chest continuously as if he was about to break free.

At this time, Han Yichuan's tightly pursed lips loosened from time to time due to the licking of the tip of his tongue, his lips began to become bloody and moist, his eyes were closed tightly, making the eyeliner look deeper and longer, his brows trembled slightly, as if in pain, Like joy, it shows that Han Yichuan is indulging in desire at the moment.

Five minutes later, the tall man could hardly control his breathing. When Han Yichuan finally fulfilled his wish, he tightened his brows, let go of his lips and let out a sigh consisting only of breath, and swallowed with difficulty.

He was completely shocked, and beyond the shock was the restless blood running through his body, arousing thoughts all over his body, so that his eyes could no longer move away from Han Yichuan.

He discovered the secret that Han Yichuan hid under his handsome appearance and lies, a secret that Han Yichuan called an unbreakable curse.

Han Yichuan was still immersed in the aftertaste after venting, his eyes were hollow and unfocused, like every time before, he thought venting would make him feel better, but in fact, he only felt more empty.

Every time he vents, Dean always flashes in his mind, the happy look, the angry look, the nostalgic look, the look when he entered him, vivid and vivid, as if he could jump out of his mind in the next second, but when venting At the moment, all of Dean's appearances will become extremely distorted, and eventually disappear with that piece of white light.

No matter how close you are, you can’t escape the ending of strangers in the end, so this is good. He knows that Dean and he live in the same world. If you don’t get close, you won’t experience the pain of loss again. This is enough. .

As long as they don't see each other again, one day he will forget Dean, maybe another year, maybe another ten years, but there will always be a day when he can forget.

Han Yichuan mechanically brushed off the trousers that were casually thrown on the bed sheet, took out his mobile phone, and turned on the cloud.It contained dozens of text messages he had sent to Dean during the first six months of the breakup.

[I decided to live in Egypt for a while, although there is some turmoil there, I really want to see the pyramids]

Why did he send such a text message?It seems that by putting yourself in danger, you can imagine what Dean looks like when he is worried about him?

[The food here in the morning is very good, but unfortunately I have never been used to it]

[I just crossed the sand dunes in Abu Dhabi, I think my sun protection measures are still not in place]

[The gray weather in Beijing surprised me very much. I didn’t expect that the first thing I did when I first arrived in Beijing was not to go to the Great Wall, but to visit the hospital here]

……

Looking at these meaningless text messages, Han Yichuan laughed at himself. What kind of mentality did he have six years ago to send such extremely boring text messages?

Knowing that Dean won't react, he still looks forward to it like a fool.

Fortunately, this stupid thing didn't last long, and in the next five and a half years, even though he knew that he hadn't lost the right to text Dean, he really didn't send Dean a single message.

Because when they broke up exactly half a year, Dean sent him back for the first time after the breakup.

He opened the email anxiously, and inside was Dean's dazzling smile like Apollo's god. The sun shone in front of Dean, and his blond hair reflected the bright light.

But at that time, Han Yichuan seemed to have fallen into the depth of [-] meters of the Arctic Ocean, wrapped in freezing sea water, biting and suffocating.

It was a photo of Dean with another fine-looking blond boy, and they looked so happy and hit it off.Dean found a new boyfriend, and he was telling him in this way that they really broke up.