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The youth's unique clear breath rushed towards Lu Shiyan's already sensitive nerves.

Breathing staggeredly, lips and tongue entwined, and the faint smell of mint spread between his teeth, he slightly raised his head, responding to Lin Yichen's unscrupulous kiss.

"There's no one at home," Lin Yichen said in a low voice, pressing against his lips.

"So," Lu Shiyan put his hand on his shoulder, pushed back, and looked up at him halfway.

"So..." Lin Yichen leaned down slowly, hooked his fingertips under the side of the chair in an orderly manner, put the back of the chair down, looked down at him and said, "I want to hear you speak."

Lu Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and tilted his head to look at him in a funny way, with meaningful eyes: "You rascal."

Lin Yichen pursed his lips and smiled, and when his eyes swept over his throbbing Adam's apple, his heart felt hot, and he lowered his head and kissed him.

The heavy curtains blocked the light, and the room was dark. The sound of breathing gradually amplified infinitely in the quiet space, and the already intense atmosphere became even more intense.

Lu Shiyan half-closed his peach blossom eyes, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair. The clothes on his upper body had long since disappeared, and his cold white chest was still heaving violently.

The wooden floor was in a mess, with scattered clothes and discarded paper balls, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere everywhere. Lin Yichen leaned against the table, stepped on the mess, and lit a cigarette with his head tilted.

The smoke dissipated, Lu Shiyan raised his eyelids, and his eyes slowly swept across his knuckles: "Smoke after the incident?"

Lin Yichen half-bent one leg, stepped on the edge of his chair, and blew a smoke ring at him: "Smoke doesn't smell like fucking smoke now."

Lu Shiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him through a layer of innocent smoke, and said casually, "Really?"

"Do you want to taste yourself?" Lin Yichen put his hand on the armrest of his chair, with interest in his eyes.

Lu Shiyan put his hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down, then raised his head and kissed him on the mouth.

His lips and tongue intertwined for a moment, and he slowly leaned back in the chair and licked the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't have any special smell."

Lin Yichen straightened up, stubbed out the cigarette butt into the ashtray, took a piece of paper from the side, sat on his lap, and slowly wiped away the marks left on his abdominal muscles.

Lu Shiyan put his hand on his waist and squeezed it lightly: "You haven't answered the question I asked you just now."

"What's the problem?" Lin Yichen picked up his clothes from the ground.

"When is your birthday?" Lu Shiyan hooked the waist of his trousers, which hung loosely between his hips.

"Amazing," Lin Yichen curled his mouth, put his clothes on, looked at him and said, "You can't even satisfy you with your mouth?"

"Yes." Lu Shiyan reached the side of the chair with his hands, and turned the back of the chair back, with his arms loosely around his waist, "Of course I can. It's not impossible for you to talk forever."

Lin Yichen was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, "Is this the only thing left in your mind?"

"Otherwise?" Lu Shiyan glanced at him.

"The training match is not over yet," Lin Yichen pointed to the computer screen and reminded, "The rest time is 10 minutes, and we have already exceeded the time limit by 2 minutes. If there is no accident, the coach's call will come soon."

As soon as the voice fell, the coach's call came.

Lu Shiyan: "..."

If eyes could breathe fire, that noisy cell phone might turn to ashes the second it rang.

"Hey," Lin Yichen answered the phone and said before the coach yelled, "Diarrhea, come now, hang up."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone quickly, pulled his hand on the back of his chair, and sat back in front of the computer without hesitation, in the eyes of someone, he looked like a scumbag.

Of course, there is a price to pay for being a scumbag.

for example···

"Fuck," Lin Yichen's body froze suddenly, his hands shook uncontrollably, the bullet that was supposed to hit the enemy's head went off, and went in the direction of Sixi behind the tree, killing Sixi directly half blood.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Lu Shiyan, who had changed into a box in a second, and squatted under his table in that second, and his breathing was a little short: "Lu Shiyan, this is the fucking finals."

Lu Shiyan didn't speak, and focused on playing hooligans.

In the earphones, Sixi, who had regained consciousness, screamed: "Fuck! Who the hell hit me! Brother Chen! There is someone behind us!"

Brother Chen: "..."

Brother Chen almost fucking snorted!

"Honey," breathing heavily, Lin Yichen lowered his hand and touched Lu Shiyan's face, "Stop, I'll turn on the microphone."

"Please," Lu Shiyan looked up at him, his mouth stopped, but his hands were still working.

"Please," Lin Yichen closed his eyes and his ears were red.

"Say brother, please," Lu Shiyan said with interest in his eyes.

"Brother, I beg you," Lin Yichen said in a low voice, his eyes were a little red, and he had to bow his head under the eaves.

The young man's voice is cold, suppressed and restrained, just listening to it can make people feel an impulse.Lu Shiyan slowed down the movements in his hand, teasing him once in a while: "Go."

In the earphones, Wanzi also let out a scream: "Fuck! There is no one behind! Sixi, are your mother's ears not working well? You can't even hear where the bullets are coming from? I have been watching for a long time! Don't Talk about people! There are no ghosts!"

Lin Yichen breathed steadily, pressed T to speak: "I shot that shot, look ahead, there is no one behind."

There was a brief moment of silence in the earphones, and then it exploded.

Sixi's voice was shrill: "Captain, you are so cruel! You just killed half of my blood!"

Wanzi was heartbroken: "Brother Chen! How did that shit-eating operation happen to you! What happened to you in the past few days when you went back to school! How fat are you! No way! I have to talk to the manager later, I am invincible Brother Chen was delayed by his studies and killed his teammates! I can’t let you stay in school anymore! Let you stay in school for a few more days, and your skills may fall to the bottom..."

Lin Yichen didn't know what was said after the meatball, and only Lu Shiyan's question "Is it cool, baby" remained in his ears.

The game was still going on, Lin Yichen resisted the huge thrill of being swept up, and quickly manipulated the game character to hide behind the bunker, put the mouse aside, and pinched the armrest of the seat with his fingers.

Looking at it from Lu Shiyan's angle, he could just see his knuckles turned white from too much force. He lowered his head suddenly, and after hearing a depressing muffled sound in his ear, he slowly stopped his movements.

Lin Yichen leaned against the back of the chair, a pair of slender and straight legs were forced to open slightly, his dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and they fell somewhere without focus. .

He quickly stretched out his hand and squeezed Lu Shiyan's chin: "You want to play me to death?"

"When is your birthday?" Lu Shiyan answered irrelevantly, looking at him with burning eyes.

"No. 16 of this month," Lin Yichen closed his eyes, his voice was a little gritted, "wait."

"Huh?" Lu Shiyan raised his eyebrows.

"Wait for me..." Lin Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly, and paused, "Fuck you."

I, day.

Lu Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then returned to the normal state of being idle, raised his chin, and whistled softly at him: "No. 15 in the autumn league, your No. 16 celebrates your birthday, do you still have time to fuck me?"

The first group match of the autumn league lasted for three days, and Lin Yichen's birthday was between these three days.

"Whether I have time or not is up to me," Lin Yichen said.