stupid dirty romance

For a moment, Yin Yu didn't know what he was expecting. When Xia Jun hugged him from behind, he felt very at ease. This was a real hug. In the conflict between giving and taking, he and Xia Jun It was always entangled, but if he could, why didn't he really hope to strengthen trust, but anyone with a brain understands that trust can't last long between two people like them.

The ridiculous thing is that even if a person doesn't put other people in his eyes, in fact, the most fundamental emotions in his heart will still be affected by these people who are not in his eyes. Depressed and frustrated, confused because of being ignored, self-righteous because of being valued... Human beings have too many fatal weaknesses, and few can really escape that vulgar routine.

This time Yin Yu drove back, and they stopped at a supermarket to buy some food on the way. He was going to take Xia Jun to his other residence, which was by the riverside, condescending, and stepped on this golden city. .

Watching the ferry at night is very beautiful. When he first bought this apartment, he thought about going to the ferry with someone. They could sit there quietly drinking red wine, holding hands together without saying anything. , Interlocking fingers.He has a romantic thought that cannot be declared, let alone realized. The strangest thing about people is that it is best not to ask for it.

Xia Jun poured himself a glass of brandy and walked over. He stood where Luo Yang was standing this morning, watching the brightly lit ferry cruise on the river. "It's the first time I know that you also have a place to stay here."

"This place used to be used by a starlet, and I raised him for four years." Yin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were always looking out of the French windows, his voice sounded a little tired and imperceptible sentimental.He seldom gets sentimental, except when he feels extraordinarily pathetic.He will belittle himself.

"Later." Xia Jun raised his eyebrows, not surprised at what Yin Yu said about keeping his lover.

"Depression, suicide by cutting your wrists." There are seven simple words, neither serious nor serious, there is no expression on Yin Yu's face, the hypocritical smile on his mask is gone, and his expression is cold and empty after taking off the mask One piece, looking further away, there are spots of light, but nothing can be seen.

Xia Jun didn't say anything more, but handed over the wine glass, Yin Yu shook his head, turned and left.

After a while, he added energy to his voice and asked, "What's for dinner?"

Yin Yu can't cook, but Xia Jun can.

For the rest of the time, they sat on both sides of the dining table, eating a bowl of noodles in silence.Yin Yu smiled when he put down his chopsticks, and said, "Why do I feel like eating noodles every time I'm at home with you? You won't do anything else?"

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"eat you--"

As soon as the words fell, the two bodies collided and became entangled together, tearing off the white shirt, Xia Jun's movements were a little rough, his hand touched Yin Yu's neck, grabbed it, and clasped it gently at the throat Yin Yu's head was slightly tilted back, exposing the entire neck.

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