secret galaxy

Duan Xinghe didn't answer directly, he was already very suspicious, but he asked Liang Qian, why did he want to know this, since there is no 300 taels of silver here.

Liang Qian concluded that his guess was right, put down his chopsticks, and took a deep breath to calm his excitement: "So we really knew each other very early? When! Why didn't you tell me!"

A gray shadow fell on the bridge of Duan Xinghe's nose, he was silent for a moment, lowered his head and continued to eat, his movements were still elegant, but there was a silent stubbornness.

He made it clear that he refused to confess, but Liang Qian wanted to know, so eager that his claws scratched his heart and he couldn't sleep or eat.

"What year was it, and why? Why did you keep it from me?"

Duan Xinghe might be annoyed, he looked straight at him, and explained softly: "You didn't remember before, which means that to you, I'm just an insignificant passerby, even if you know now, it won't change anything, you still Can not remember."

He didn't get angry, every word was very gentle, and his eyes were clear, so clear that Liang Qian felt ashamed.The prepared excuses, such as "I can recall it if you give me a hint", can't be said.

Duan Xinghe followed him all the way to the entrance. When Liang Qian bent over to change his shoes, he said with relief: "Actually, we don't know each other. We just met each other." It’s only once, it’s normal for you to forget.”

The more magnanimous he is, the more guilty Liang Qian feels. Even according to the clichéd metaphor, Duan Xinghe is the one who is more devoted to love.This feeling made Liang Qian unhappy.

He wants to prove that he also loves Duan Xinghe very much. Although it is ridiculous to compare this, he can't control his imagination.

At the end of the day, he's a lousy lover.

Liang Qian threw away the garbage and walked downstairs distractedly. There were few street lights in the community, and the lights were also cold and white. He was wandering alone, like a lonely ghost.

"Meow--", a cat meowed in the darkness, Liang Qian stopped, looked around, and found a wriggling shadow on the curb.

He talked about it as a mediation, and walked up to see what happened, but he didn't expect to be an acquaintance.

"Hey, General, are you resting here?"

The general let out a reserved "woo" and scanned the human beings in front of him with his light yellow cat eyes.

Liang Qian picked up a branch to tease it, and patted its paw, but the general was a mature and calm cat, who was not interested in such childish games, and lay still on his stomach.

So Liang Qian threw away the branch, and touched its head gently and tentatively. The general didn't dodge this time, and let him help scratch it.

It's really evil, I don't care about people in the afternoon, and I feel better at night.Liang Qian was complaining, when he suddenly remembered that Duan Xinghe had fed it in the evening, and he was standing beside him at that time.

It turned out that it was for Duan Xinghe's face, he couldn't help laughing, but at the same time felt a little bit disappointed.

After strolling for half an hour, Liang moved back to the apartment.

Duan Xinghe was reading a book facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately turned his head, his eyes worried: "It's been so long."

"Teasing the cat." Liang Qian approached, kissed him on the forehead, and then went to the kitchen to wash his hands.Amidst the sound of rushing water, my mood gradually calmed down.

When he reappeared, he had returned to his usual laughing state, took a magazine and sat next to Duan Xinghe, and leaned over to check his results: "Have you done the test yet?"

"doing."

"Hmm." Liang Qian didn't bother any more, and nestled on the single sofa to flip through outdated magazines. There were cold jokes, anti-fraud knowledge, and stories about moral role models. He read them carefully from beginning to end.

The wall clock on the wall made a slight ticking sound, and unconsciously, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.After reading the advertisements and illustrations in the magazine, Liang Qian even memorized the names of all the editors, and gradually became sleepy.He reached out and knocked on Duan Xinghe's table: "Go to sleep."

They went to the bathroom to wash up, standing one on the left and the other on the right, with a distance of two fists between them, without any unnecessary communication.Liang Qian spat out the toothpaste foam, took a cup of water to wash his face, inadvertently raised his head, and saw Duan Xinghe's devastated face in the mirror.

He paused, straightened up while supporting the faucet, still facing forward, looking at the figure in the mirror.The two lines of sight met in the mirror, and they separated at the touch of a touch. Duan Xinghe's expression became indifferent, and nothing unusual was seen.

Liang Qian went back to the bedroom first, and Duan Xinghe also came in. He was wearing light blue pajamas, and his pants were a little short, revealing a thin ankle.Liang Qian leaned against the wall, chasing him from the corner of his eye, with desire burning dimly in his eyes.

Suddenly, Duan Xinghe staggered, lost his balance and fell forward. Liang Qian was taken aback, and quickly reached out to help him, and finally became flesh pads, and both of them fell on the big bed.

"Are you okay?" Duan Xinghe was embarrassed, his ears were bloodshot quickly, he tried to get up on the bed, how could Liang Qian let him go, he put his arms around his waist and gave him a strong push, switching the positions of the two of them.

He put his arms across Duan Xinghe's neck, raised his thick black eyebrows half-violently, and said in a helpless and intimate tone: "Why are you so angry? You were so angry that you fell flat."

Duan Xinghe was dissatisfied with his distortion of the facts, and stubbornly retorted: "Obviously you are angry."

Liang Qian felt guilty, but his momentum remained undiminished, and he said arrogantly: "Nonsense, where did you see it?"

"Just because I didn't tell you back then..."

Liang Qian interrupted him with a hasty kiss: "I won't mention it."

He didn't want to get the truth in this way, since Duan Xinghe didn't want to share it, let him keep his little secret.

They looked at each other, and the air gradually became hot and sticky.Liang Qian pressed all over Duan Xinghe's body, lowered his head to kiss him from time to time, reached into Duan Xinghe's pajamas with his right hand, and stroked his tight and elastic belly.

"What's wrong?" With his palm moving, he felt a strip-shaped, rough bump on his back. Liang Qian sat up frowning, lifted Duan Xinghe's clothes, and turned him over regardless of his resistance. .

It was a scar left by stitches, the color was whiter than the surrounding skin, and it had healed for a long time, and it was lying peacefully on Duan Xinghe's back at this moment, like an old and stranded ship.

"I told you before, once I fell off the tailgate of a truck and got a few stitches," Duan Xinghe lay on his side, probably embarrassed by the ugly scar, and recklessly tried to pull off his pajamas, "It's no big deal. "

Liang Qian restrained his wrist and pressed it against the bed sheet.Duan Xinghe struggled twice, unable to escape, so he gave up on himself and let him watch. "You only said it fell off, you didn't mention stitches." Liang Qian bent down, the tip of his nose could almost touch the scar, and his breath was blowing on Duan Xinghe's bare skin, making his skin crawl.

"Don't look at it," Duan Xinghe begged, "There's nothing to watch."

Unmoved, Liang Qian suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked the scar.

"Liang Qian!" Duan Xinghe trembled all over, curling up his toes in shame, and began to panic and struggle desperately.After a few rounds, his resistance failed, and the tone of his voice changed, and he grabbed Liang Qian's arm with a flushed face, as if he was about to refuse.

Liang Qian licked the old scar until it was wet, and then took a hard bite.

"I'm actually kind of annoyed right now."