Dude, your wig fell off

"Okay." An He's hand touched Nachen's neck, and his fingers tightened a little bit.

With his fingertips, he could feel Nachen's beating pulse, which was strong and rapid, and it seemed as if he wanted to break free from the shackles in his palm. This strange feeling like drums beating on the nerves made An He a little faint because of being entered. The interest in going down was picked up again.

Na Chen stretched out his hand and opened the top drawer of the bedside table. An He just wanted to turn his head to see if he was going to use rush again, when Na Chen hooked something with his fingers and passed his eyes.

An He was stunned when he saw the things in his hand, and then a wave of heat suddenly turned over in his body.

The black leather collar with silver steel nails occupied all the space in front of An He's eyes.

Na Chen slowly raised his hand, and put the collar on his neck. The belt on the collar hung down, lining the scorpion around his waist, and An He's breathing immediately returned to the chaotic rhythm of the wind.

Na Chen leaned down, licked from his lower abdomen little by little, the tip of his tongue slid to his chest, and put the belt in his hand: "I will make you comfortable, master."

An He's wild breathing suddenly disappeared for a second.

The belt on the palm of his hand and Na Chen's words seemed to be electrified, and a strong tingling sensation quickly came from his arms and behind his ears, and flashed through his whole body in just a moment, arousing his fighting spirit.

He jerked the belt, and Na Chen was pulled to his eyes.

"What are you?" An He kissed him on the lips.

"Your pet." Na Chen lowered his head and rubbed against his shoulder.

"Puppy?" An He grabbed his hair and pulled him to his eyes.

"Hmm." Na Chen responded.

"No puppy." An He said.

"Little Leopard." Na Chen looked at him with bright eyes.

"Little Leopard, are you in heat?" An He hooked the collar around Nachen's neck, and gently circled his chin with his fingers.

"Well," Na Chen stared at him, touched his leg and pressed it lightly, and slowly pushed over, "I want to be in heat when I see the master."

An He felt that he must have been driven out of his mind by this sudden and unexpected interest, he pulled the belt hard, and pinched Na Chen's waist: "If you make the master feel uncomfortable, I will shut you out freezing."

"Well," Na Chen nodded obediently, straightened up and stroked his leg lightly, "Master can do whatever he wants."

"... Be good." An He was breathing heavily and was a little dizzy. He had never played like this before, and the inexplicable excitement in his mind made him unable to find a suitable line to match his pet for a while.

Na Chen smiled, and the hand touching his leg slipped under his body little by little, flicking around.

An He's breathing gradually accelerated, and Na Chen suddenly pressed over, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin and lifted it back violently, and then bit his throat.

This bite was not light, An He felt a slight pain, his breath was tight, and before he could take another breath, Na Chen had already advanced into his body.

"Hmm..." An He frowned and moaned, not knowing whether it was because of the pain or the great pleasure brought about by this double stimulation.

An He raised his hand, not knowing whether he wanted to pull Na Chen who was still biting on his throat or hug him, and finally his hand landed on Na Chen's back, feeling the tension as he entered and exited his body. Tight muscles.

He couldn't describe such pleasure, pain, shame, excitement, longing, all kinds of chaotic emotions wrapped him up, and as Chen entered and pulled away quickly and slowly, he couldn't help moaning.

Can't control voice, can't stand silence.

Na Chen's focused gaze stayed on his face. It was the first time that An He wanted to see clearly, see Na Chen's confused expression, see the gleaming steel nails on his neck clearly, see clearly The tense muscles every time his body advances...

He even wanted to see Nachen's breathing clearly.

Every time An He pulled the belt, Nachen would obediently bend down, and the panting full of desire would envelop him in an instant.

An He has never let go of himself like this before, throwing everything aside, what he sees, hears, and feels is only that day.

……

Na Chen slammed him down and hugged him tightly, and when he let out a roar in his ear, his desire finally burst out, and he moaned profusely.

After the sound of firecrackers hung outside the window, the room seemed extraordinarily quiet, and the undulating breathing of the two was still entwined with lust that had not completely receded.

An He closed his eyes, and now he felt an indescribable feeling both in his body and in his heart. The comfortable tiredness after venting his wantonness made his whole body go limp.

It wasn't until Na Chen propped himself up from him that he opened his eyes and looked at the collar on Na Chen's neck. The belt was still in his hand, and he pulled the belt: "Little Leopard, are you still obedient?"

Na Chen leaned on the bed and looked at him: "Listen."

"Pour me a glass of water." Angela pulled the belt.

"Well, is fruit tea okay?" Na Chen got out of bed and walked to the small table.

"Okay," An He sat up, looked down at himself, and found that there were many small red spots on his skin, "Did you bite me?"

"I don't know," Na Chen smiled, handed him the cup, and put it close to his ear, "Your humming voice is so sweet, I want to bite you every time I hear it."

An He also smiled, with no expression on his face, but the uncontrollable feeling of embarrassment almost burst out of his ears and eyes.

"Take it off." He flicked the collar on Nachen's neck with his fingers.

When An He walked into the bathroom with Nachen's pajamas, he saw the blush on his face in the mirror that hadn't completely disappeared. He stared at it for a while, turned on the shower, and whispered: "Is it cool? Excited into this."

The warm water flowed from head to toe, An He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his arms propped up against the wall and he didn't want to move. He couldn't even move around and wanted to lie on his stomach.

He didn't know how long he had been rushing like this, but he heard the sound of a guitar coming from the bedroom. After listening a few times, he recognized that it was the city in the sky.

An He likes it very much, and has been playing the single in the house for a while.

He closed his eyes and listened for a while, then turned and leaned against the wall and began to whistle along.

The guitar outside the door paused, then quickly picked up again, and turned into an accompaniment.

An He originally planned to stop after blowing twice, but when he heard that Chen was so flattering, he insisted on blowing for a while before stopping.

That Chen's guitar didn't stop, it kept playing in an interlude loop, as if waiting for him to continue to the next section, he listened to it for a long time, then knocked on the bathroom door: "I'm out of breath."

Nachen didn't make a sound, and the guitar switched back to the previous melody.

It was almost four o'clock when both of them took a shower and lay down on the bed. An He was facing the wall, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Na Chen leaned over from behind and put his arm around him: "Are you sleepy?"

"Do you want to chat?" An He remembered the scene where he asked him to chat with him at the gate of the community that day.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy," Na Chen buried his face on his back, his voice was muffled, "Are you going home to kowtow to your parents tomorrow? I'll wake you up."

"No need." An He closed his eyes.

"I don't need it either." Na Chen's voice was very low.

"Aren't you going to visit your mother during the Chinese New Year?" An He turned over and looked at him sideways.

"I went to see it today," Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "I was kicked back."

That Chen said it very easily, but An He felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it: "Where did you kick?"

"Neck," Na Chen touched the side of his neck, "My mother must have practiced her hands in the hospital all these years..."

An He raised his arms and looked at Na Chen's neck by the light of the night light. There was a dark red scratch on his neck. He had seen it before and thought it was from the collar. He also recalled when he pulled the belt How much effort did it take.

"It was kicked hard enough." An He lay back on the pillow, a little emotional.

Since he was a child, he has been beaten a lot. Dad doesn’t see him a few times throughout the year, but it’s common to beat him up when he gets home. Mom beats him irregularly, mainly depending on the luck at the poker table good or bad.

"I probably think I poisoned her to kill her," Nachen said with a smile, his tone was very calm, "so it's better to act first, but it's not always like this."

Different from when he mentioned his father, Nachen was always calm when he mentioned his mother, An He could even hear the tolerance and attachment in his voice.

An He was silent for a while, and Nachen's words were preemptive, which reminded him of the words Nachen said when he went to the old car yard. After holding back for a long time, he still couldn't help asking: "The wound on your waist ,yes……"

"Well, my mother stabbed it." Na Chen said softly, holding An He's arm tightly.

An He felt a blockage in his chest, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"You keep running forward, run forward, and when you look up, you will see the stars," Na Chen said in his ear, his voice sounded a little fluttering, "Go to sleep, good night."

"Good night."

Probably because of playing with the pet, An He fell asleep within a few minutes, but he was a bit selective, did not sleep well, and dreamed a lot.

His father, whom he had not seen for a long time, appeared in his dream, still maintaining the same appearance as when he was in school, arguing with his mother about the fights he had heard in school, but he couldn't hear the content clearly, just sitting alone by the door The little stool waiting for them to end the fight.

The combat level was improving, and he retreated to the corner with some fear, fearing that the two of them would throw a stool at him when they saw him.

But his mother rushed over, and he suddenly felt his whole body stiff, as if he was wrapped in something hard, he couldn't breathe, and his heart was full of panic.

He tried to struggle, but couldn't move.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call his mother, but he couldn't.

"Mom..." He heard someone calling mom, but it wasn't his voice.

This made him terrified and he struggled hard.

"Mom, I was wrong... I was wrong..."

The voice in my ears became clearer and clearer, but except for the three words I made a mistake, everything else was very vague, and I couldn't understand the content. When An He opened his eyes suddenly, he found that Chen's arm was pressing on his chest, He muttered indistinctly next to his ear: "I was wrong..."

"Big Qi?" An He took his arm off his body and gently pushed him, "That Chen!"

Na Chen frowned, what he said was completely inaudible, and turned into a low-pitched hum, which sounded like a nightmare.

"Hey," An He pushed him again, "Are you dreaming?"

Na Chen frowned and turned over, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at him with some confusion.

It was already a little bright outside the window, and An He saw that Chen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat through the light that came in.

"Are you having a nightmare?" he asked.

"What's wrong?" Na Chen touched his face.

"I heard you talking in your sleep."

Nachen's hands paused, and his voice was a little heavy: "What did you say?"

An He thought for a while: "I didn't hear clearly, it's probably my mother's fault..."

Before he finished speaking, Na Chen suddenly sat up.

An He was taken aback, but before he could figure out what was going on, Na Chen suddenly threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, his voice became very cold: "Go to sleep, I'll call you at nine o'clock."

An He didn't speak, Na Chen turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door.

Smoked again?

An He sighed and lay back on the pillow, hugged the quilt and turned over to face the wall.

He was very sleepy and not in a good mood, that reaction that he was no longer surprised at that time did not affect his drowsiness too much, and he fell asleep again not long after he closed his eyes.

And he didn't dream anymore, which made him quite moved in the haze.

"My country and I cannot be separated for a single moment...Wherever I go there is a hymn..."

When the music rang in An He's ears, he felt that he had just fallen asleep not long ago, and the loud and emotional female voice made him unable to recover for a long time.

"I sing about every mountain, I sing about every river..."

An He finally understood that it was the phone that Chen threw on the bedside ringing, he sighed, reached for the phone and took a look.

Doctor Chen from the Fifth Hospital.

"That Chen!" An He yelled, woke up from a half-asleep state, and ran out of the bedroom with his mobile phone.

There was no one in the corridor on the second floor, and the doors of several rooms were closed. He yelled again, but there was no response from Nachen, so he just ran downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Na Chen sitting in the middle of the large mahogany sofa in the living room.

"You call." An He said.

"My motherland and I are like the sea and the waves..." Na Chen began to sing along with the ringtone of the mobile phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

"From the fifth hospital." An He handed the phone to his eyes.

Na Chen looked down and continued to sing: "The wave is the child of the sea, and the sea is the support of the wave..."

An He didn't speak any more, threw the phone on him, turned around and walked up the stairs, the grand clock in the living room rang, and the clanging sound hit people's hearts for a while.

08:30, time to go back.

"Hello, Happy New Year, Dr. Chen." Na Chen answered the phone.

An He stopped in his tracks and looked back at him, with tremors in Na Chen's voice.

"It's okay, you said... um... what? I see... um, I'll be there right away..." Na Chen kept staring at the floor with his head down, and he slowly raised his head to look at An He after the phone call Look, "Was going to make you breakfast, but I'm going out."

"Go to the hospital?" An He nodded, and wanted to go upstairs to change clothes, but when he saw Na Chen's face, he stopped again, and Na Chen's face was extremely pale.

"Well, my mother cut her pulse in the morning to play." Na Chen's voice sounded calm, but her steps were heavy when she walked up the stairs.

An He was a little surprised. In the mental hospital, patients can still get knives?But he didn't ask much, and followed Na Chen back to the bedroom. After changing his clothes, Na Chen said you go back, and then walked out of the bedroom quickly.

"I'll take you there." An He held his coat. He was not a warm-hearted person, but in the current state, he couldn't just leave like this.

"No, it's my own business." Na Chen answered very simply.

"I'll see you off." An He was also straightforward.

Na Chen turned around abruptly, staring at his face: "I said, I will go by myself."

"Do you think I really want to take you there?" An He frowned, and stared at him, "If you go out like this now, and hit someone and overturn the car, I'm afraid that the police will ask me for questioning!"

The neighborhood is very quiet at the moment, the ground is covered with red firecracker debris, and the air is still filled with the smell of gunpowder that has not dissipated.

"Every New Year's Eve," Na Chen sat in the co-pilot leaning on the back of the seat and looked out the car window, "I've been panicking since years ago. I don't know why, but it's just that I'm panicking and I'm not going anywhere. Have you ever felt this way? ?"

Had.

An He didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the red color on the road, what a festive color.

"Everyone is rushing home, it's so warm and delicious, and everyone gathers together," Na Chen didn't seem to need An He's response, just looked out the window and kept saying, "I look at these people, I feel like they've all left, they've all gone home, there are fewer and fewer people outside, and no one cares to look at you..."

An He drove the car in silence. There were almost no cars on the street today, and it wasn't snowing. He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the car in the direction of the Fifth Courtyard.

That Chen's voice slowly lowered and disappeared.

But today he talked more than ever before, after a few minutes of silence, he started talking again.

"I hate answering the phone," he said, and glanced at An He, "that day your mother got sick again today, that day your mother smashed the neighbor's car today, that day your mother went crazy, that day Your father was in a car accident, and your father died at that time..."

"Stop talking." An He took a breath and let it out slowly.

"Are you bothered?" Nachen said.

An He didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.

"My dad said I was annoying, he said, at that time, everyone hated you."

"Stop it!" An He honked the horn severely.

Na Chen finally stopped talking, smiled and stretched, staring at the road ahead.

This state of being unable to stop talking made An He clearly feel the uneasiness and tension in Na Chen's heart.

"I don't hate you, nor do I find you annoying." An He said after a long time.

"Thank you."

The outside of the Fifth Hospital is very clean, there are no firecracker crumbs, only the couplets outside the door indicate that the patients here are also celebrating the New Year.

An He stopped the car, and when he was about to get out of the car, Na Chen pressed him: "Wait for me in the car."

"Huh?" An He was taken aback.

"Don't go in, wait for me here." Na Chen looked at him.

"Okay," An He didn't ask any more, he knew why, "Call me if you need help."

Nachen jumped out of the car and ran into the hospital gate.

An He stuffed a CD at random and listened, staring at the big tree that had lost all its leaves outside the gate of the fifth courtyard in a daze.

Even though he didn't want to, the words that he couldn't stop talking before that day still started to circulate in his mind, which made him feel very unhappy.

He majored in psychology in college, but now he doesn't want to analyze anyone's psychology except students, and he hasn't got a lot of bad emotions to deal with yet.

He is not a person who is easily influenced, but that Chen's dark past still made him feel depressed. While he wanted to get rid of this feeling, he habitually wanted to analyze more.

An He sighed softly, lit a cigarette and drank it, staring at the sign of the Fifth Court in front of him in a daze.

This period of time was extraordinary enough, and he never thought that he would one day be like this.

But enough, this madness of throwing everything aside is more disturbing than loneliness.

Or... stay away from this person.