Dude, your wig fell off

An He's words made Na Chen slightly twitch the corner of his mouth, and after a while he leaned against the door and said, "That's right."

"I'm not interested," An He put on his shoes and pushed Na Chen away, opened the door and jumped out, "Next time I want to find someone to go to bed and ask directly, so I don't have to waste a night of effort."

Na Chen didn't stop him anymore, but smiled behind him and said, "Will you go back?"

"If you have the time to worry about this, go back and masturbate and stop sleeping!" An He walked in the general direction he came from without looking back.

After walking a few steps, he tripped and didn't know what kicked him.

"Fuck." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the road.

Feeling dizzy, a little confused about the direction, and when he came in, he basically didn't see anything that could be used as a marker, so An He can only rely on his intuition to go out now.

Except for a small area in front of him that was illuminated by the flashlight, the surroundings were the lifeless black before dawn. He stumbled a bit, but his steps did not stop, and he kept moving forward, as if trying to get rid of something,

Everyone has such an untouchable place in his heart, that Chen has it, and he also has it.

An He, you don't think I'm going around you every day just to fall in love with you, do you?

Of course you want to go to bed, and you just want to see how Xihua's boyfriend is being pressed on the bed by yourself, you take it seriously.

……

When An He heard the word flipper for the first time, he only felt darkness in front of him.

Although he couldn't accept it, the trajectory of his life changed uncontrollably during a long period of despair and struggle.

He couldn't count how many times he woke up from his dream, sweating profusely and feeling cold all over his body.

But he didn't know who to blame for all this, who could be blamed, others, or himself?

Even now that he felt that he would no longer easily suffer from this incident, it was still his lingering nightmare.

After wandering among the messy abandoned cars for a long time, An He couldn't find his way out. He seemed to have entered a maze, surrounded by walls on all sides. He turned around and couldn't even tell whether he was going out or going deeper. place to go.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps behind him, and someone walked over unhurriedly from behind him.

"Big Seven?" An He was a little nervous, wondering if there would be any homeless men, saps and the like jumping out to sell sliced ​​cakes in such a big parking lot besides that Chen.

He shook the phone behind him, only a pile of rusted parts behind him, no one in sight.

"Then..." Just as he opened his mouth to make sure, an arm suddenly stretched out from his side, covering his mouth, and then someone hugged his waist again.

In horror, without hesitation, he elbowed back hard and smashed it.

"Ah!" The arm around him immediately loosened, and the man shouted in a suppressed voice.

"That Chen?" An He pointed his phone at his face, and saw Na Chen who was bending over and covering his ribs, his brows were wrinkled together, "Are you fucking sick!"

"Did you see it?" Na Chen smiled, still bent over.

"Where did you hit it? Is it hurt?" Although he was very annoyed, An He knew that he had done a lot of hard work. Nachen kept bending over, and he walked over to see, "I..."

As soon as he approached, Na Chen straightened up suddenly, hooked his arms around the back of his neck, and kissed him.

The sudden softness and moistness on the lips made An He froze while holding the phone.

At that time, Chen hugged him very firmly, stroked his back vigorously with his hands, and licked and teased his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue.

An He was already very dizzy from the alcohol, and now he didn't know what he was thinking. He just stood there and let Na Chen put his hands into his clothes, and kneaded them roughly but with appropriate strength. caress.

Although Na Chen's purpose was very clear, which was to go to bed, but this kiss made An He a little confused.

Nachen's kiss hardly gave him any time to react, there was no prelude, no temptation, no step-by-step progress, it was direct and domineering.

But seriously.

It didn't sound like he was only planning to have sex with a near stranger.

An He even felt that it was a kiss between lovers the moment he hugged himself tightly, which was familiar and natural.

"Your hands are so cold." Na Chen let go of him and shook his hand.

"It's like this after I've been drinking." An He couldn't express his current feelings, and stood still, but this kiss really aroused the desire in his heart.

He hasn't been like this for a long time, the body is so out of reason and likes and dislikes, longing for mutual contact, clinging, rubbing with another body...

Na Chen didn't speak any more, took his hand and walked back.

"Where are you going?" An He asked with his mobile phone shining on the ground.

"I still want to ask you. If you go further, you will reach the back door. If you go out, there will be a road leading to the crematorium." Na Chen took his mobile phone back and turned off the light. "You don't need this, I can't fall on you."

The words "crematorium" made An He's back get goosebumps, but he finally knew where the "secret base" of Nachen was.

Na Chen was very familiar with this place, relying on the starlight that was so faint that he couldn't even see his face clearly, he didn't take a wrong step, and brought An He back to the carriage in a few minutes.

Back in the warm room, An He was a little tired, sitting on the inflatable cushion, not wanting to talk, not moving, and not wanting to worry about going to bed or not.

"Want to sleep for a while?" Na Chen walked to a corner of the room and clicked on a CD player, and soft music sounded in the room.

An He saw a vinyl record player and a row of neatly stacked vinyl records next to him: "You played professionally."

"Damn it," Na Chen took off his shirt, went to sit next to him, touched his leg, then lay down and pillowed on his lap, took out another cigarette and lit it, "I Rarely listen."

Regarding that Chen's mother's words, An He didn't take it casually. The previous "when he wanted to kill someone" hadn't figured out what was going on, so he didn't want to cause trouble again.

The hair on Nachen's forehead slipped away, revealing a beautiful forehead, smooth and plump. Looking at it from An He's angle, his face was surprisingly childish.

An He reached out and touched his forehead, his eyes swept from eyebrows to eyes, then to nose, mouth, and finally stopped on Na Chen's collarbone.

"You have a big temper." Na Chen took a puff of smoke.

"Not as explosive as you." An He smiled.

"Are you sleepy? Go to bed and lie down for a while?" Nachen asked him.

An He turned his head and looked at the messy bed next to him, remembering the day when Li Fan got up with Shamat's head on his head, he suddenly felt extremely awkward, and even felt that this bed was getting up from Shamat.

"If you don't want to do it, don't do it, rest assured and sleep." Seeing that he was silent, Na Chen added.

"Your bed...don't clean it up either." An He clicked his tongue.

Nachen leaned on his leg and laughed for a long time, sat up and pressed out the cigarette in a small iron box on the carpet next to him: "Come, visit my bedroom."

A door was cut in the same position between two closely adjacent carriages. Na Chen opened the door, went in, turned on the light, and waved to him.

Entering the other side from the almost black compartment here, An He only saw the white eyes, and the strong visual contrast made him stand by the door for a long time before walking in.

Nachen closed the door behind him.

The tin carriage house was like a nest filled with white feathers.

Except for the white plush carpet, coffee table, bed, and armchair, all of these things that can be seen as handmade products are all white, and without exception, they are all covered with plush, long and short.

What's more, it's completely different from the outside. There are no weird furnishings and objects in this room. It's clean, fresh and warm.

An He saw a lot of pipes on the wall and on the roof, and guessed there should be a burning oil drum outside.

"You..." An He touched the thick fur cushion on the armchair next to him, "How did you keep it?"

"Sometimes I'm free," Na Chen's arm came around from behind him, wrapped around his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "You can sleep here."

"Thank you," An He suddenly gasped when he was about to pull his arm away. Na Chen's right hand slid down into his trouser waist, and he undid his belt with his fingers. He grabbed Na Chen's hand, " What are you doing."

Na Chen didn't speak, but tugged on his pants again, slipped his hand in, and gently grabbed through the underwear.

An He felt a lot of blood rushing straight to his head, he was a little dizzy, his temples exploded with his heartbeat, Nachen's left hand pulled out his shirt, and touched his waist up and down, His breath was warm behind his ear.

"Don't you say no?" An He pulled his hand out of his pants, turned around and stared at his face.

"Can you believe the words of the insane?" Na Chen smiled, lowered his head twice, took off his pants, and stood in front of him wearing only a pair of underwear.

An He had never tested his concentration and sanity before, especially when he hadn't done it for a long time and was drinking, and was facing a man who was almost naked in both appearance and figure.

The longing of the body couldn't be hidden, Na Chen could easily see the same reaction from him, one hand started to unbutton his shirt, the other hand touched his lower abdomen, and went down little by little.

An He shook slightly, but did not hide any more. The moment Chen touched him, he threw all his thoughts behind him.

The inexplicable and unresolvable loneliness and emptiness during this period of time seemed to find an outlet in Nachen's touching and teasing.

His shirt was taken off, Na Chen lowered his head and kissed him gently on his shoulder, from shoulder to neck, to earlobe, then slowly rubbed back on his shoulder, without stopping, he took off his pants.

An He sighed softly in his heart, Na Chen leaned over, the smooth and warm skin sparked a burst of fire on his body, he put his arms around Na Chen's waist, and pressed hard on his upper waist and tight buttocks After stroking a few times, he pushed Na Chen onto the bed.

Na Chen was very cooperative, lying on the bed completely relaxed, with his hands folded on top of his head, and the thick fluffy blanket on the bed wrapped his slender and firm body.

An He stared at him for a few seconds, bent down and pressed down, tore off Na Chen's underwear a few times, and rubbed his hands vigorously on his body. The unique touch and elasticity of young men's skin made An He breathe heavily. aggravated.

He eagerly explored downwards, and when he held it lightly under the Chen body, the scorching heat in his palm kept burning into his body.

"Hmm..." Na Chen tilted his head, closed his eyes and moaned in a low voice, "Kiss me."

An He lowered his head and kissed Na Chen's forehead, slowly slid to the tip of his nose, and then to his lips. When Na Chen wanted to respond, he didn't pause. He tapped the tip of his tongue, scratched his chin, and then lightly bit on Na Chen's shoulder. Take a sip.

"Ah..." Nachen gasped, grabbing his arm and squeezing it.

An He's kiss landed on Na Chen's collarbone, and then went down, the tip of his tongue slowly circled, and when he caught the protrusion of Na Chen's chest, Na Chen's breathing paused, and he bowed his body upwards.

This reaction made An He excited, the strange and sensitive body was full of temptation.

As Chen was panting more and more quickly, An He's kiss landed on his lower abdomen, but he didn't go any further, and slowly straightened up.

Even though his nerves were tense and his emotions became more and more excited, An He was reluctant to use his mouth to continue, even if his lust was high now, and he couldn't stop for Na Chen, this was a completely unfamiliar body.

Na Chen's hand came over, and his fingertips stroked his stomach down to the lower abdomen, then grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed, turning over and pressing him over.

Before An He could lie down, he had buried his head and put An He's earlobe in his mouth, hugged him tightly and rubbed against him, and whispered in his ear, "You don't want to use your mouth?"

"Yeah." An He wrapped his arms around him, pinching his buttocks and legs.

Na Chen smiled, didn't speak any more, licked his neck, and traced his fingers on the inside of his thigh, teasing him lightly.

An He could hear his breathing, it was heavy, he took Na Chen's hand and put it under his body.

When Chen held him, he closed his eyes.

Like Na Chen's kiss, Na Chen's hands-on movements were also very serious, taking care of every inch of his sensitive areas, patient and gentle.

An He couldn't help pinching his chin, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, this time he didn't move away immediately, when the tip of Chen's tongue came up to him, he entangled it.

The warm and moist milky kiss made An He feel a little strangely enjoyed and at ease.

But Na Chen's next actions made him wake up suddenly. Na Chen kissed him, entangled his lips and tongue, pushed his knees between his legs, and slowly poked his fingers back.

An He held down his leg, trying to sit up.

"What?" Nachen put his arms around his waist and pressed on him.

"No." An He replied simply.

"No?" Na Chen seemed a little surprised, let go of his hand, supported the bed and looked at him, "Nothing? No fuck?"

This word made An He feel uncomfortable for a while, but this straightforward and rough expression successfully aroused all the desires in his body, his throat was a little tight, and he pinched Na Chen's chin: "Child, If you don't want to lie on your stomach obediently, you will be pulled down."

Na Chen didn't move, didn't make a sound, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually spread on his face, and he sat up slowly, looking at An He's face.

After meeting An He's eyes, he reached down from his lower abdomen with his hand, held it lightly for a few times, then leaned back, and slid out with a slightly hoarse moan: "Come in..."

The white background and warm yellow lighting make Nachen sexy and attractive.

An He suddenly felt that his whole body was engulfed in fire, which made him unable to breathe.

"Is that so?" Before An He came back to his senses, Na Chen's voice had returned to his usual tone, with a playful tone in it, "You want to see me like this?"

The flames surging in An He's body were agitated by this change and almost went astray. If he was practicing kung fu with good luck, he would definitely go crazy.

"Fuck you." An He pushed Na Chen away and jumped out of bed, took his clothes and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Nachen said with a smile.

An He ignored him, and stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob. He couldn't leave now, but he would rather go outside the house to hold the oil drum than stay in the same room with Na Chen.

But after pulling it a few times, he realized that the door couldn't be opened. He was a little annoyed, and turned to look at Na Chen standing by the bed: "Go out."

Na Chen didn't say much, and walked towards the door.

An He was so annoyed that he had nothing to say, so he wanted to sleep on the bed.

As soon as he walked to the bed, Na Chen suddenly kicked on the bend of his knee lightly, and An He's legs softened and fell on the edge of the bed.

Before he could get up, Nachen's knees were already on his back, pressing him firmly on the bed.

An He couldn't use his strength in this half-lying position on the bed. After struggling a few times, he couldn't lift Na Chen off, and his arms couldn't reach him.

Na Chen's knees went down and pressed again, and he stretched out his hand to pull his chin from behind, touched his lips twice with his fingers, covering his mouth and nose.

An He suddenly had some difficulty breathing, and tilted his head to avoid Na Chen's hand, but Na Chen's hand was tightly covered, and he couldn't break free.

"An He, I really like your energy." Na Chen's voice was very low, if An He hadn't been controlled by him in such a weird way, he would have found this voice very sexy.

But now I just feel suffocated, struggling desperately to inhale.

He didn't know what Chen wanted to do, kill someone?

The two men were fighting for a gun and refused to give in to each other, swiping a knife in a passionate night and splashing blood on the spot?

Just when he was about to use his arms to prop himself up, Na Chen suddenly let go, and An He felt air entering his body from his left nose.

After he took a deep breath, he realized that at some point, Na Chen took a small bottle and put it under his nose, and he smelled a faint fragrance when he inhaled.

After being stunned for a second, An He came to his senses and cursed vaguely: "Fuck!"

Na Chen's hand quickly covered it again, An He hadn't slowed down yet, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.

The strong feeling of wanting to inhale made him take another deep breath reflexively when Nachen's hand was loosened a little again.