night fades

A Wu's feeling is just the opposite.

He used to feel that time was terribly fast, washing away the precious details in his memory with invisible hands, but now he always felt that the days passed too slowly, and every second he felt that he was getting old , Life is boring and you can see the head at a glance.

Song Qiuyang was really kind to him. In his conscience, no one who had had a physical relationship with him had ever treated him so tenderly. He really wanted to find out what he could complain about, but found out again and again that his He has no right to complain, he has never met someone who is willing to tolerate him like this.

In the past, Bai Xiaonan was not good to him. He remembered that he had been slapped countless times by him, but he was horrified to find that he had forgotten what was wrong with him, and his original dissatisfaction and grievance. His temperament cut down what he didn't like, and kept the parts he was satisfied with, so that today's Ah Wu thought he would like all the remaining things, but he didn't even bother to take a second look at these things.

Even so, Ah Wu still has no way to hate him, his existence is to please that person, his existence is the only proof that they have been together, Ah Wu has no way to hate him.Except for one time, when he remembered that the person had abandoned him, he hated it, that kind of hatred burned in his chest, almost consumed his life, and now, he dragged his last breath , find a corner for myself, if even he is gone, then no one will really remember.

"A Wu, what are you thinking? Be serious." Song Qiuyang bit his shoulder in dissatisfaction. The bite was not heavy, and there was no bleeding. This level of neither pain nor itching could not arouse Ah Wu's pain at all, and he could hardly feel it. His own body, but he still put on a fragile expression dedicatedly, and let out a groan/groan begging for mercy.

Although his acting skills were exaggerated, Song Qiuyang was easily satisfied. He looked at Ah Wu's slightly furrowed eyebrows with satisfaction, admiring his expression of patience and struggle as he galloped wantonly on his body.

He may never have imagined that Ah Wu's patience is not due to pain, but due to numbness.With the mood he had expected, he found that he was numb, no matter what posture he took, he couldn't wake up his senses. He didn't feel pain, happiness, or existence.

Song Qiuyang changed his posture, made him turn his back to him, lay on the ground like a tame dog, shook his waist quickly, and then followed a twitching movement and a low moan like admiration, his body softened , pressing on Ah Wu's body, let out a long breath slowly.

"Are you comfortable? Did I hurt you?" After resting enough, Song Qiuyang got up from him, stretched out his arms to hug Ah Wu, and touched his face worriedly to see his expression. He admired Ah Wu's forbearance, But he was worried that he would not be able to satisfy him.

"No, it's very comfortable." Ah Wu showed a hypocritical and weak smile, the cold sweat on his forehead made his expression look more believable, he moved his lips and said, "It's okay if it hurts."

"I don't want to hurt you too much, I love you so much." Song Qiuyang kissed his forehead, but he had never kissed Ah Wu's lips. In fact, no one had kissed his lips except that person.

Ah Wu accepted the kiss with a grateful expression. This is the most intimate gesture between them other than sex/love. Ah Wu does not dislike him showing some deliberate tenderness after finishing the work, because he knows that this man What is said is true.The distress that few people say under the bed is true, at least few people will take action for it, but Song Qiuyang did it, and Ah Wu is grateful to him, and at the same time feels that he may have chosen the wrong person.

If it was another boy who was not deeply involved in the world and had a little expectation of love, he might fall in love with him because of his tenderness and consideration. Thinking of this, Ah Wu felt that it was good for him to stand in for that unknown innocent boy. After a catastrophe.People like them won't have feelings for people whose identities don't match, Ah Wu has long understood.

Apparently Song Qiuyang is not satisfied with his self-knowledge, his tenderness is tiresome for a long time, he seems to have made up his mind to use this kind of tenderness to impress Ah Wu, when Ah Wu was hesitating whether to show a little touch, he heard He got up to light a cigarette, squinted his eyes and leaned leisurely on the head of the bed, and said casually, "Why are you so lethargic? Did I go too hard just now?"

After saying this, he let out two nervous laughs, and just when Ah Wu was about to sleep and ignore him, he heard him talking to himself: "It's a good thing I'm a bit more aggressive, you should be happy Ah, if this man is useless in bed, what is the difference between being a widow? But I think my sister is going to be a widow, and the man she married, Zhou Ning'an, has a bad name. Seeing the two of them like that I don't know if it's true, it's not like I treat you, you still think I'm fake, I almost emptied myself for you, I bet that Zhou Ning'an might not want to touch her, marriage, Song Yan is really okay , for the sake of desire, she even risked herself this time, and I don’t know how she persuaded Zhou Ning’an to marry her. That kid obviously has no interest in her, but if these two are really together, my dad’s company It won't work if I don't give it to her, even if she is powerful, if you want to say that she is more cruel than a woman..."

"What did you just say? What marriage?" Ah Wu's head went blank for a moment when he heard Zhou Ning'an's name, as if he couldn't remember who it was, and seemed to want to admit who it was.

"My sister, Song Yan, is going to marry that Zhou," Song Qiuyang squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette, slowly exhaling smoke rings.

"Zhou Ning'an, is Boss Zhou?" Ah Wu asked with difficulty, searching for denials uncertainly, "He has been here before, why would he marry a woman?"

"Haha, baby, I don't know if you're so naive when you ask this question. I've been married a long time ago, so why don't I come to you anyway? What's the point of this kind of marriage? It's just for mutual use." Song Qiuyang said nonchalantly, he was very surprised that Ah Wu showed such surprise.

"Haha, that's true, men, especially... powerful men like you." Ah Wu said in agreement, smiled numbly, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

What are you suffering from?

Because his words came true, or because the vague hope in his heart also failed, did Lin Ye still believe in the wrong person after all?

"Why hasn't the media reported such a big event?" Ah Wu swallowed, and asked unwillingly.

"Who knows why, these two people insist on keeping it low-key. Maybe someone has a love affair and doesn't want to let it know. They are afraid of making trouble. Maybe both of them have it. It's hard to say. Song Yan wants to be strong for a lifetime, but it's hard to say when she gets married. I know I should keep a low profile, and if I say it’s not tricky, I’m sure I won’t believe it.” Song Qiuyang put the cigarette in the ashtray, looked at Ah Wu’s shocked expression, and asked with more interest: “You are so surprised, is it possible that Zhou Ning’an is still with you? Have you ever had a leg?"

A Wu was taken aback and came back to his senses, he stumbled and said: "How can it be, Boss Zhou has such high eyesight, how could he have taken a fancy to me." Seeing Song Qiuyang's displeasure, he hurriedly said: " We all know that Boss Zhou is cold-tempered and doesn't like to talk to anyone, and some people say that he may be sick, anyway, he is not as blessed as you, and he can't enjoy the good things here."

Ah Wu's words hurt Zhou Ning'an again and praised him in a different way, which made Song Qiuyang very happy. He snorted and stopped talking, and started to stretch his hands on Ah Wu's waist again.

Ah Wu stretched his waist on purpose, showing off the graceful and slender curves around his waist. He is in his 20s this year, and he still tries his best to maintain the lines like a teenager, slender and slender, with a With a little bit of muscle attached to the bone, thin but not weak, it can arouse people's desire for sadism, but no matter what, he is no longer a teenager, no matter how thin he is, he doesn't have the softness that Bai Xiaonan couldn't put it down back then. Flexible waist.

Song Qiuyang hadn't seen him in those years when he was the most beautiful. Just looking at Ah Wu like this was enough to seduce him. With one movement, Song Qiuyang's eyes were straightened.He rolled over on Ah Wu, pressed him to kiss and said vaguely, "I don't think I'll have time to come to you after the wedding in two days, so hurry up and let me take care of you. You're such a goblin. Just one look will make me hard." .”

A man in his forties can still get hard twice a night. He hasn't had such an experience for a long time, and he tossed and hugged Ah Wu excitedly for a long time.Ah Wu absolutely cooperated with him in this aspect. Although his heart was full of worries, his acting skills were good enough, and his absent-mindedness was enough to make Song Qiuyang enjoy himself.

In fact, he needs to vent and indulge more than Song Qiuyang. He doesn't know what he should do to make Lin Ye less hurt.But he knew that if it was him, he definitely didn't want to be the only one who kept it in the dark, but now he also understands that sometimes concealment is a kind of protection.