best day

Is it possible for a man to be conscious of himself moment by moment?

The answer is obviously no.

Even most of the time, we misunderstand what we want and how we can be happy.

That's why there are so many troubles, so many sad, so many at a loss in the world.

The camouflage in broad daylight is too heavy, but the alcohol in the middle of the night makes it easier for people to let their guard down.

Although, this is only a moment, not a lifetime.

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Dewey was in a daze when he drank, half-closed his eyes and Ren Zheng Luolai kissed him for a long time before pushing him away dizzily: "What are you doing?"

At this time, Zheng Luolai was still half-embracing Dewey, letting him fall on top of her, and asked softly with a smile: "What do you think I am doing? What else can I do when I am like this?"

After speaking, he suddenly bit Ermeng's lips heavily.

The smell of blood spread from his lips and teeth in an instant, Dewey covered his mouth with a muffled snort, and stared at him angrily.

The dark pupils are so bright under the ambiguous light of the private room.

Zheng Luolai slowly pulled away his hand covering his face, and asked again: "I also often ask myself what I am doing, why I came back from the United States, just to tell you to be friends..."

He leaned into Dewey's ear very temptingly and said, "But what if we can't be friends? I'm not in the mood to be friends anymore. I can't be so relaxed and happy when I see you."

With warm breath on his cheeks, Dewey said drunkenly: "Unhappy, do you hate me?"

After speaking, he got up nervously and took a few steps back, trying to find his bag and leave.

But Zheng Luolai, who didn't drink much, quickly took the lead, grabbed Ermeng's big bag and hid it behind him, and said with a half smile: "Maybe it's annoying, I'm very upset, depressed, and sad when you are in front of me." I want to escape, I really want to never know you at all."

Hearing that Dewey looked at him sadly for a while, then said loudly, "Me too!"

"But I really want to fuck you and make you cry, do you too?" Zheng Luolai spoke in an unbearable language with a dignified expression.

Dewey was at a loss for words, he was stunned for a while and suddenly said: "Give it to me, I'm going home."

When the voice fell, he came up to grab the bag.

Zheng Luolai knew this early on, so he threw the bag away, hugged him and pushed him onto the large sofa, and then held down Dewey who was struggling hard, with a serious look in his eyes.

Such a close distance created unreasonable pressure on Dewey, and angrily punched Zheng Luolai hard: "Fuck (river crab) you uncle, get out!"

He didn't take it easy at all, like beating an enemy.

Zheng Luolai was immediately annoyed, and stretched out his hand to tear open his t-shirt vigorously, kissing him regardless, while unzipping each other's trousers.

The most intimate places of the two men were pasted together through a thin cloth, which made Dewey struggle and kick even more.

The tragic thing is that he drank too much wine, he was so confused that he couldn't use his usual strength, and finally raised his hand, and even missed it into the air.

What kind of person is Zheng Luolai?

Loves the body, loves to enjoy, has lingered in countless gentle towns, read and practiced countless men and women.

How could the pitiful experience Dewey gained during his puppy love be his opponent?

He was soon completely defeated, lost to Zheng Luolai's terrifyingly dexterous hands that looked slender, white and ascetic, but also dexterous, lost to his lingering deep kiss, and his thin body in that scorching temperature.

A boy with a pure heart that is hard to find in the whole world is drawn into the vortex of pleasure and taboo by the spokesperson of desire.

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The morning of the next day seemed to come unexpectedly.

Dewey, who was sore all over his body, opened his eyes while he was half asleep and half awake, looking at the snow-white light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, he didn't remember where he was for a long, long time.

But reality doesn't always freeze at this moment.

He turned his head sideways with great effort, and suddenly caught sight of Zheng Luolai's sleeping face, only to realize that this was his bedroom and his big bed.

The peachy memories accompanied by shadows from last night flooded into his mind like a flood that opened the gate.

Dewey opened his eyes wide in horror, remembering how the two of them went from fighting to turning upside down in KTV, and how he was carried home by this guy, from the bathtub to the carpet and then to the bed, and finally at three or four in the morning When I fainted and fell asleep.

I... Fuck!

The grief-stricken Ermeng completely sobered up, he sat up suddenly, pulled the place where he was bullied to the point of pain, and fell down with his face turning blue and red.

The restless noise made Zheng Luolai react. He seemed to be in a good mood and hugged Dewey, and even bit his ear.

At this moment, Dewey, who had already lost his three views, completely went crazy, struggling to get up like a dry fish, but the fist that hit him was not polite at all: "You fucking bastard! Still sleeping! Sleeping in your uncle's sleep AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Zheng Luolai hugged the pillow sleepily, unmoved, and deliberately said: "You almost squeezed me dry, don't let me take a rest..."

Dewey's face was distorted in anger, and he had no strength to beat him, and he couldn't really hack him to death with a knife.

There was a great confusion and aggrieved in his heart, which made his eyes sore.

Zheng Luolai, who felt strangely quiet beside her, finally raised her eyes, then sat up helplessly and said, "No, you won't be crying, right?"

Dewey wiped his face rudely in embarrassment, and became silent.

Zheng Luolai wouldn't be Zheng Luolai if he wasn't mean, as an older person who took advantage of it, he actually laughed out loud: "Oh, didn't you feel very comfortable last night, who hugged me Don't let me stop, is this going to the police station to report the case?"

Dewey looked at him angrily, knowing that he drank the wine himself, and he was not forced to mess around afterwards, he couldn't utter a word because of his entanglement.

Zheng Luolai patted his head and said, "I'm very careful, I didn't hurt you, sleep a little longer when you're tired."

After speaking, he lifted the quilt, stepped on the floor barefoot without wearing anything, and walked into the bathroom gracefully.

-

The ice-cold water flowed down the hair and through the whole body, sobering up the confused mind a lot.

Just now... I really couldn't face Ermeng's tears and his angry and confused eyes, so I fled here for refuge.

But what should be faced still has to be faced.

Will Dewey stay away from him in silence?Or will he go home and tell his brother that the world is turned upside down in the end?

—— Zheng Luolai thought so selfishly, and curled the corners of his mouth mockingly.

Whatever.

whatever.

He turned off the water, put on a soft bathrobe and walked out.

Dewey didn't sleep or leave, he still sat on the bed distraught.

When he saw the hooligan coming out, he whispered: "You are not allowed to tell others about this..."

Zheng Luolai picked up the water glass and took a few sips, raising his eyebrows in disapproval.

"Yesterday, Chen Lu said that we will have dinner together tonight. If you say so, I will..." Dewey's expression became more and more gloomy.

Zheng Luolai snorted: "Why do I say this?"

Wrapped in a quilt, Dewey raised his voice seriously and said, "Don't misunderstand, although...even though this is the case, I have nothing to do with you. We are all men, so don't think too much."

Hearing this, Zheng Luolai almost spit out the ice water in his mouth.

All men.do not think too much.

When is it your turn to hear this?