Terrorist attacks

Everyone stepped out of "Lan Kwai Fong", it was getting late, Lin Xin stood by the door of Lao Guo's car, planning to go up.

Qiao Yisheng walked over, and Lao Guo went over to say hello:

"To trouble you today, we'll go back right away, and you can go too."

Qiao suppressed his voice and looked behind him, then asked:

"Lawyer Lin is going with you?"

Lao Guo nodded:

"Linzi came here in my car, and I have to send him back."

"You go first, I'll take him back, I just have something to discuss with him."

Lao Guo turned his head and saw that Lin Xin was still waiting for him by the car, with anxious eyes.

He thought for a while, and nodded:

"Well, I thank you for Linzi, please take the trouble."

After speaking, he ran to Lin Xin and whispered a few words to him. Lin Xin raised his head suddenly, looked straight at Qiao Yisheng, and returned to Lao Guo after a long time: "Okay, let's go."

Lao Guo and others drove away one after another, and Lin Xin took a step back to make way for them.

Lao Guo stuck his head out from the back seat:

"Xiao Lin, you're home now, give me a call..."

Lin Xin's word "good" lingered in the silent and empty night for a long time.

Until Qiao Yisheng came over, the two of them got into the car tacitly without speaking.

"Let me take you home, where do you live?"

Lin Xin turned his head to look out the window, and said after a long time:

"Don't you know everything?"

Qiao Yan answered irrelevantly:

"Then go to my house and drive."

Lin Xin laughed and said nothing more.

Although the two of them were sitting very close in the dark, they felt a strong sense of alienation. Lin Xin never sat upright, and just leaned casually by the side of the car, resting his head on his hands, and lying on his stomach gently.

Qiao Yin asked him:

"Tired? Take a good rest and you'll be fine."

Lin Xin, however, felt an almost creepy sense of fear. The voice of the other party was very close to him, and it remained the same as two years ago, but the amber eyes seemed to reveal a faint charm in the dark night. Then it melted into the night.

He shivered, wrapped his coat tightly, and his hands were shaking with cold.

Qiao Yisheng seemed to be imperceptible, and leaned against him calmly. As soon as his arms were wrapped around his waist, Lin Xin trembled, and endured it again, with his hands still supported, and his head turned around. Qiao Yisheng could only see his neck and the back of the head.

He stretched out his hand and slowly fiddled with Lin Xin's hair, and was soon interrupted:

"Don't touch it, I haven't washed it for three days, my little heart hurt your hands."

Qiao Yi remained silent, still fondling him, leaned his face closer, and kissed him from the hairline to the ear, his lips faintly touched his ear, and whispered: "It still smells like shampoo, which brand do you use? for so long?"

Lin Xin had nothing to say, and pretended to be sleepy, his eyes were tightly closed, but his eyelids kept twitching.

Qiao Yisheng put his earlobe in his mouth, Lin Xin suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to scratch him, Qiao Yisheng caught him, and held him in his arms: "Stop making trouble, you rest first."

Lin Xin said at this time:

"I don't owe you a long time ago, so what's going on with this?"

Qiao suppressed his voice and squeezed his waist, and put his hand into his clothes, like treating a delicate and moist jade, he was reluctant to let go, stroking back and forth little by little.

Lin Xin asked him directly:

"You want to do it?"

Qiao Yi remained silent, and bit him hard on the waist.

Lin Xin stated:

"I don't want my affairs to involve my family, as long as you have a sense of proportion. If you don't get rid of the hatred last time, I don't mind if you have tricks, but there are a few more times, you have to talk about it first. I don't like to be entangled in things. Endless." After thinking for a while, he added: "No matter how many times you want to do it, I can only do one day a week, if there is too much, it will be the end of next month at most, and we will finish it. What do you think?"

Qiao Yan touched his face and said:

"Well, I'll pick you up every Friday."

The two got out of the car, and Qiao Yisheng led him up to the second floor, telling him that someone had come to the house and was waiting for him in the living room to discuss some matters, and asked Lin Xin to take a bath and rest first.

Qiao Yi left. Lin Xin changed into pajamas and was not in a hurry to take a shower. He just walked around and came to a room. The door opened on both sides. From the outside, it looked like a small meeting room, and it was right next to the bedroom. Next to it, Lin Xin opened the door and went in, but inside was a study room, everything was neatly arranged, and the room was very empty, Lin Xin felt depressed for a while, but did not leave.

Until Qiao Yisheng appeared behind him, it seemed that he had even taken a bath, exuding a faint fragrance, Lin Xin was standing in front of the desk at that time, supporting himself with both hands.

Qiao Yi rubbed his calf lightly, both of them were wearing bathrobes, he slowly lifted the other's silk robe with his feet, the white and tight calf was delicate and graceful, he gently drew an arc along the lines.

"How did you come here?" Qiao Yi asked in a low voice, leaning into his ear.

Lin Xin didn't look back:

"Don't come next time, go the wrong way."

After speaking, I went out with him, took a shower, and when I lay down on the bed, Qiao Yisheng was sitting behind him.

Lin Xin was a little nervous, lying on his back in the middle of the big bed, twisting the hem of his clothes with his right hand, quietly waiting for his next move.

Qiao Yisheng lay sideways on top of Lin Xin, resting his head on one hand while slowly stroking his hair and eyebrows with the other.

Lin Xin originally had his eyes closed, but now he opened them wide, his eyes drifted away, he glanced at him, then moved away, lowered his eyelids, and did not speak.

Qiao Yisheng's fingertips wandered across his face, and finally covered his lips, slowly rubbing back and forth, gradually increasing his strength, Lin Xin was about to lose his color, and opened his mouth to bite him.

Qiao Yi bowed his head and smiled lowly:

"Have it."

Only then did Lin Xin understand that he touched his way again, and slowly moved his index finger deep into his mouth, scratching lightly, only to feel his heart trembling with itching, and soon touched his soft tongue, gently stroking, Lin Xin felt uncomfortable, his hands fell from the He raised his side, grabbed Qiao Yisheng's wrist, and pulled it out forcefully, asking him to stop this embarrassing torture.

"It's just the beginning."

Lin Xin looked at him with blurred and broken eyes, rarely seen on weekdays, and Qiao Yi's voice was also moved.

He pulled out his fingers, which were shimmering and wet. Lin Xin saw it inadvertently, and turned his face away.

While Qiao Yisheng was unbuttoning his clothes, he turned his face towards him. The two turned in opposite directions, and their eyes met.

Lin Xin let out a muffled snort, and he took advantage of it.

Qiao Yisheng's hands were not idle, he peeled off his pajamas, slipped it down to his shoulders, turned his body slowly, facing Lin Xin, hugged him sideways in his arms, stretched his hands into the pajamas, starting from the neck , his fingertips walked all the way, across his back, Lin Xin only felt a trace of coolness rushing through his body, rushing to his limbs and bones.

Finally, the fingers stopped at the position of the tailbone, turned gently, drew circles, and spread around.

Lin Xin trembled uncontrollably. The index finger, which was still wet just now, reappeared at this time, slowly rubbing it. Lin Xin couldn't stand it anymore, sat up halfway, and put on his clothes again: "I shouldn't promise you, count me Faux pas."

Lin Xin had thought about the consequences a long time ago, and did not take any further action. Now that this place is here, it is not so easy to get out.

Qiao Yisheng was not surprised. He knelt behind him and whispered in his ear:

"There's always an adaptation period, and I'm not someone who can't afford to wait, but next time, it won't be so simple."

Lin Xin had lingering fears and didn't look back. Qiao Yisheng hugged him and lay down, saying:

"Let's rest first, I also know that you were affected by the last time, and you haven't recovered yet."

Lin Xin just felt strange, he didn't expect Qiao Yisheng to be so calm towards him.

So when the other party caressed him gently and kept kissing him, he closed his eyes, breathed lightly, and no longer resisted very much.

Lin Xin quickly opened his eyes again, wanting to see what those amber eyes look like now.

Qiao Yisheng was looking at him intently, Lin Xin looked at him, and felt that those eyes were so invisible, with spiritual power, that he was almost addicted to them, and immediately looked away, and found that he was topless.

Just now he was emotional, he took off his shirt long ago, and was close to Lin Xin's skin, but he was suddenly called to stop, feeling uncomfortable, he didn't want to use force, so he endured it.

Lin Xin recalled the scratches from that time, wondering if he had disappeared or not, he kept it in his mind, without thinking too much, stretched out his hand, circled his back, and groped to find those fine scratches.

Qiao suppressed his voice, and a warm object slowly slid across his back. At first, it was just a light touch with his fingertips, and then his entire palm was attached to it, rubbing it in large areas.

He dared not move, it felt too empty, unreal, as elusive as a mirage.He was afraid that if he made a move, he would be beaten back to reality.

I was even more afraid of scaring Lin Xin and making him deter.