Ichimori Peace

Lost consciousness.

Chapter 16

The night wind was slightly cold, blowing Song Sen'an's broken hair on his forehead, he drove the car a little slower, feeling the breeze caressing his face.

After a while, the car slowly drove into a large villa.Song Sen'an parked the car and looked at the quiet tulips in the garden in the dark, lost in thought.

Suddenly the phone rang, he looked away, picked it up to connect, and asked, "Is it done?"

Zhong Huachen said, "Forget it, but when my people went in, they said they seemed to be doing something."

"so what?"

Zhong Huachen asked, "You don't mind? I remember you have a cleanliness, right?"

Song Sen'an chuckled, "Oh, do you think I really plan to use him as a sexual object?"

Zhong Huachen was taken aback, and said, "You didn't mean that, and you asked me to send him to your bed? What are your plans?"

Song Sen'an said, "This is my private matter, you should not ask."

"Well, I'm too lazy to take care of your business, but I'm just reminding you, don't play too much."

Song Sen'an smiled and said, "You think I'm you, so angry."

Zhong Huachen coughed lightly, "What do you say about this kind of thing, do you envy me?"

"Just you? I really don't feel envious at all." Song Sen'an said truthfully, Zhong Huachen on the phone was annoyed.

He roared, "Song Sen'an, don't let me catch your weakness that time, be careful that I fuck your chrysanthemum open."

"I'll wait for you to have that chance." Song Sen'an smiled and turned off the phone.

He and Zhong Huachen bickered, always accompanied by pornographic jokes, and Zhong Huachen was also able to crack jokes.

For Zhong Huachen, he can't comment on anything, he can only say that he is a slightly normal among his friends, he doesn't particularly like to play, but always likes to pretend to be world-weary, he looks like a fool, but in fact he is hiding his true self.

Compared with Song Sen'an, he is more innocent, because the hypocritical mask on Song Sen'an's face has made him forget what he should look like.

He sighed slightly, took the key, opened the door, and entered the house.

Song Sen'an took off his coat and sat on the sofa, and looked around. The furniture here is well preserved. It seems that his elder brother still misses the old man, but the relationship between him and him is difficult to restore the title of brother.

Song Sen'an closed his eyes and stayed quietly. Suddenly he remembered that he had forgotten something, so he got up again and walked up the stairs.

As for the door, Song Sen'an didn't push it open first, his expression was obliterated in the dark shadows.

He pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom, the furnishings remained unchanged.He pursed his lips, the waves in his eyes were rolling, and he seemed to be very calm.

Walking to the bed, Song Sen'an looked at the sleeping Xia Xing with a ghostly expression.

tick.

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The clock moves, like an hourglass, passing continuously.

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It was late at night when Xia Xing woke up. He sat up, covered his dizzy head, and looked around.

This is a strange room, what do those who kidnapped him here want to do to him?

He lowered his head and looked at his clothes, which had already been changed. Could it mean something? He didn't dare to think about it, and got out of bed in a hurry, wanting to escape from here.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar smell, making him stand still, looking at Song Sen'an at the door, Xia Xing's heart beat wildly.

Song Sen'an.

Did he save him?

The corners of Xia Xing's eyes turned red, and the choking in his throat broke out uncontrollably. He hugged Song Sen'an and wept silently.

Xia Xing, who is so strong, still can't help showing his vulnerable side in front of the one he loves.

His fear, helplessness, and despair at that time hit him like a tidal wave. Only at this time can he show it, and only Song Sen'an can touch it.

Song Sen'an's face was calm, he put his arms around Xia Xing, and said, "Don't cry, it's all right now."

Because of these words, Xia Xing cried even harder. He leaned close to Song Sen'an, as if he could get all the comfort.

Song Sen'an patted Xia Xing's back lightly, Xia Xing's body trembled slightly, he looked up at Song Sen'an, his eyes seemed to be full of pity for him.

Xia Ying sobbed, "Song Sen'an...don't get me wrong."

Song Sen'an asked, "What's the misunderstanding?"

He lowered his head and said nervously, "I'm not going to sell myself for money in this modeling competition."

"I know."

These three words hit Xia Xing's heart, making him feel no longer afraid. He leaned on Song Sen'an's shoulder and whispered, "Great, you didn't misunderstand me."

Song Sen'an pursed his lips, and he asked, "Xia Xing, are you short of money?"

Xia Xing's body froze, she looked up at Song Sen'an, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Song Sen'an asked, "Can't you tell me the truth?"

Xia Xing's heart tightened, and he shook his head, not because he didn't want to say it, but because the person who asked him this question was none other than Song Sen'an, whom he liked.

He didn't mind others making fun of his poor family, but he was afraid that Song Sen'an would look down on him.

Song Sen'an seemed to show a helpless smile, and said, "If you need money, I have a serious job over there, which is just suitable for college students like you. Do you want to give it a try?"

Xia Xing was taken aback, her reddish eyes were filled with gratitude and attachment, "...Thank you."

"It's okay." Song Sen'an smiled lightly, with tenderness in his brows, and tenderness in his eyes.

Xia Ying stared at Song Sen'an, his heart was about to overflow with emotion, he wanted to tell Song Sen'an that he liked him, but he was afraid that if he said it, Song Sen'an would alienate him, would he never want to see him again?

Song Sen'an, Song Sen'an, Song Sen'an, just thinking about this name, he almost stopped breathing, and his heart beat so fast.

Song Sen'an said softly, "Sleep at my house with peace of mind today, and I'll take you home in the morning."

Xia Xing nodded silently, and then heard Song Sen'an say, "I'm in the room next to you, if you need anything, you can call me."

Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a layer of light around Song Sen'an, so sacred, so touching.

Xia Xing thought that he couldn't stop liking Song Sen'an, or rather, he liked Song Sen'an to such an extent that he couldn't help himself.

God, can you make Song Sen'an like me?

Even if you just like me a little bit, a little bit is fine.

Chapter 17

That night, Xia Xing had a shameful dream, yes, for him, it was very shameful.

Still under the peach tree, Song Sen'an looked at him with a smile, eyes full of affection, and he said, "Xia Ying, stay with me."

Xia Xing's face was hot, and he hesitated, "You don't mind if I'm a man?"

Song Sen'an said, "Love has nothing to do with gender."

"But won't you regret it?" Xia Xing asked, still as nervous as ever.

"I won't regret it." After Song Sen'an finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Xia Xing's lips.

A very light kiss, like the touch of a dragonfly on water, quickly spread in Xia Xing's heart like a prairie fire.

He put his arms around Song Sen'an's neck and kissed him back, like the child who tasted honey, he couldn't get enough of it.

Song Sen'an's hand wandered around his waist, burning every inch of his skin.

They are entangled together, their bodies are close to each other, like going up to the clouds, like going down to the hell, pushing into the deepest part of Xia Xing every time.

Xia Xing raised her neck, like a noble swan, going deeper and reaching the highest peak, desire to cover up her true self.

Find a vent, get rid of desire, uncomfortable, uncontrollable body, only let go.

Xia Xing's heart was sweet, but his body was in pain. Like in a dream, Song Sen'an hugged him tightly, and he was unable to break free. His lower body seemed to be in real pain, hitting his nerves. For the first time, he felt like a fish lacking oxygen, about to can not breath.

The moment he woke up from the dream, Xia Xing's face was flushed, he looked around in a panic, it was only him alone, that's fine.

He got out of bed, went into the bathroom like a thief, changed his pants, and then kept scrubbing.

There was a wry smile on his lips, but there was still a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

It would be great if Song Sen'an could really touch him like in his dream one day.

Xia Xing dried his trousers and went to open the window to dissipate the faint smell in the room.

The bed was still clean, but he felt uncomfortable. He really wanted to wash the sheets and quilt, but Song Sen'an must be able to see that.

He can't let Song Sen'an know that he has such thoughts about him, otherwise the other party will think he is disgusting...

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It was light outside, and before dawn, Song Sen'an opened his eyes. When he got up, he just heard the faint sound of running water, and pursed his lips in silence.

He went into the bathroom to wash up, tidied up, and went downstairs quietly.

In the living room, he placed an old phonograph, which sang songs from the past.

Song Sen'an lowered his eyes and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. This was the first time he cooked after returning to China. For whom?Xia Xing?

No, but for his benefit.

Soon, the scent of food wafted from the kitchen, and Xia Xing smelled it as soon as he went downstairs, and his appetite whetted.

He came to the door of the kitchen and looked at Song Sen'an's tall and straight back, his heartbeat was chaotic again.

He didn't expect Song Sen'an to wake up so early and make breakfast. Is it because of him, or it's just like this, but he is very happy. Does this make him a little closer to Song Sen'an?

Song Sen'an turned around, saw Xia Xing, and smiled, "Woke up so early?"

Xia Xing lowered her head, blushed slightly, and replied softly, "Well...can't sleep."

Something flashed quickly in Song Sen'an's eyes, and he smiled without saying a word.He turned back and turned off the fire, picked up a bowl of porridge.

Xia Xing came to Song Sen'an's side and asked, "Is there anyone who needs my help?"

Song Sen'an pointed to the ready porridge on the side, and said, "Bring it to the dining table."

He nodded, stretched out one end of his hand, slightly scalded his hand, and retreated hastily, the porridge almost spilled out of the bowl.

Song Sen'an shook his hand, hurriedly put it under the faucet, frowned and asked, "Is it hot?"

Xia Ying stared blankly at Song Sen'an, then nodded slowly.

In fact, his fingers were not burned, but the wrist held by Song Sen'an was so hot that it seemed to burn his skin off.

He thought Song Sen'an was worried about him, at least his tone was true.

Looking at Song Sen'an's eyes, those eyes that bewitched him, made him involuntarily think of the picture in his dream, feeling flustered, at a loss, and even a little ashamed.

Xia Ying withdraws