shallow affection

They watched the evening news for a while, and in the middle of the news, Jian Qingli got up to take a shower, especially brushing his teeth carefully.

After washing, he came to the living room wrapped in a towel, drew the curtains, and turned off the lighting chandelier.All of a sudden, the room became very dim, only the TV screen was emitting a dark blue gleam.

Fang Mingzhan sat calmly, still watching the news, as if Jian Qingli's actions had no effect on him.Jian Qingli walked in front of him, blocked the TV, covered her shoulders with a layer of fluffy edges, and the lines of her whole body became very soft.

Fang Mingzhan couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel the warmth of his lips touching.After kissing for a while, Jian Qingli squeezed between Fang Mingzhan's knees and sat on his right leg.

"Garlic smell." Jian Qingli said.

The blue light flooded over again, surrounding them like sea water.Fang Mingzhan moved slightly and wanted to get up, but Jian Qingli said, "It's okay, I don't dislike it."

They kissed again, Fang Mingzhan touched Jian Qingli's flat chest, and began to ravage his nipples.Jian Qingli leaned against him, resting her chin on his shoulder, panting intermittently.

The news broadcast ended, and the TV series began to play. The opening song was impassioned and lingered in the room.The light from the screen turned cold white, illuminating Jian Qingli's skin as flawless as porcelain.

But he was much warmer and softer than porcelain, and his moaning voice was not crisp, but lingering.After untiing the bath towel, a high-spirited penis immediately popped out and hit Fang Mingzhan's palm scorchingly.

Jian Qingli's face was flushed with emotion, he straightened his hips, and begged: "Help me."

Fang Mingzhan circled his penis in his hand, and moved it fast and slow, which was not at all a serious attitude of helping.

Jian Qingli's whole body was dry and hot, a fine layer of sweat oozes from his back, his right foot stepped on the smooth floor, his toes curled up tightly.He lay on Fang Mingzhan's shoulder, feeling that the pool of desire was getting fuller and fuller, and it was about to overflow - but it was always a bit short.Fang Mingzhang hangs on to him, and refuses to give him pleasure, Jian Qingli's eyes turn red anxiously, and he wants to touch it himself, but his hand is slapped away by the other party.

"Let me cum..." He resentfully bit Fang Mingzhan's neck.

Probably because of the pain of being bitten, Fang Mingzhan pushed him down on his lap, and slapped his round butt a few times.Jian Qingli cried out in pain, turned over and saw that the penis was raised higher.

Just at this time, a young child's voice came out from the TV, weeping and reporting to his parents, saying that his brother beat him secretly.

Jian Qingli chuckled, pouting her red lips, imitating her tongue one by one: "My brother is good or bad, he always bullies me!"

Under the dim light, each other's expressions looked deep, Fang Mingzhan chuckled and asked, "Then what should you do?"

"I... I had no choice but to be bullied by my brother." Jian Qingli shrank her shoulders pitifully, with a little seductive tears in her eyes.

Seeing how wronged he was, Fang Mingzhan showed kindness and helped him get out.After Jian Qingli was released, he lay lazily on the sofa, his body stretched naturally, with one foot resting on Fang Mingzhan's leg and the other resting on the tea table.

"Get up," Fang Mingzhan urged.

Jian Qingli pulled the towel to wipe off the semen on her lower abdomen, then sat up and brushed her hair, as if she didn't know what to do next.

Fang Mingzhan had already bulged a tent between his legs, he untied his belt, pulled down his pants chain, and raised his chin to Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli sat up on her knees, crawled to his side with hands and feet, and buried her head for Fang Mingzhan to lick.After a while, he felt his cheeks sore, so he became lazy and gently rubbed the root of Fang Ming's penis with his fingertips.

The rapid breathing and the sound of swallowing water are intertwined, making the background sound of the family ethics drama obscene.Fang Mingzhan played with Jian Qingli's hair, seeing his struggling expression, resisted the desire to poke deeper, and said, "Okay."

Jian Qingli spat out what was in her mouth, her lips were moist and shiny, and behind the messy hair was a sly smile that flashed away.Fang Mingzhan pushed him on the sofa, and wanted to adopt the back position as the previous few times. Jian Qingli put his arms around his neck and said softly, "Let me watch you."

He has a charming voice, a soft figure, and deep eyes. When he looked at Fang Mingzhan, he seemed to be saying that he was willing to give everything to him, including happiness and sorrow, and let him dominate.

But Fang Mingzhan no longer believed in these eyes.

He twirled Jian Qingli's nipples, and his fingers slid along the thin belly into the thighs. Jian Qingli bent his knees and separated his legs, exposing the most private place to him.

Between the two snow-white buttocks, a transparent liquid loomed. Fang Mingzhan touched it, and it was wet.

"How is it?" Jian Qingli clamped Fang Mingzhan's clothes with his toes, and gently tugged, "Am I good?"

He had cleaned and stretched in the shower, and now the lube has melted and is running down the gap between his buttocks.

Fang Mingzhan didn't speak, he held his waist with both hands, pushed his crotch hard, and responded with actions.

It's late at night, the family ethics drama has finished, and there are one long commercial after another on TV.Jian Qingli's face was covered with white turbidity, and his eyelashes were also stained with a few drops, which made his vision blurred.Fang Mingzhan took out a few tissues and stuffed them into his hands, Jian Qingli wiped them carelessly, and muttered hoarsely: "Brother is good or bad."

He calls him brother on the bed, but he doesn't recognize anyone under the bed.Fang Mingzhan lifted his pants, and said in a slow tone, "Didn't you say not to cum inside?"

Jian Qingli kicked him, not like anger, but more like flirting between lovers.Tranquility fell in this dilapidated apartment, Jian Qingli turned off the TV and said, "Let's go to sleep."

The two were lying under the same duvet, with a distance of ten centimeters between them.He had just done strenuous exercise and was still drowsy on the way here. Jian Qingli opened his eyes in the dark and asked casually, "How is my house?"

"Average," Fang Mingzhan told the truth, "How much?"

"The location is not good, and it's a second-hand house. I bought it for 75 yuan."

Fang Mingzhan tilted his head in his direction, "Where did you get the money from?"

"My mother kept it. It should be the living expenses that the old man gave her before, and she secretly saved it."

That was the end of the conversation, and the room fell silent.

After a while, Jian Qingli suddenly asked: "Have you ever been to Finland?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't expect it, he paused for a while before answering: "No. Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, someone I know has been there. Isn't Finland extraordinarily cold?"

"do not know."

Jian Qingli turned over and lay facing Fang Mingzhan, her legs curled up, making the quilt slightly bulge.His thoughts were too wild, so he suddenly asked: "Fang Mingzhan, will you feel guilty if you sleep with me?"

What do you say?Fang Mingzhan's tone was flat.

Jian Qingli was dissatisfied: "Don't always ask me back."

After a while of silence, he said again: "Do you know Freud's theory of personality development?"

According to Freud, personality consists of id, ego, and superego.The id is the most primitive part of personality, the basic needs and desires of people, including sexual | desire.The superego is the moral code, the conscience, and the ideal that people acquire in the process of socialization.The ego is the actual personality expressed in the constant struggle between the superego and the id, and is the product of buffering and compromise.

Jian Qingli didn't care whether Fang Mingzhan listened or not, he explained without authorization, and finally commented: "If you look at it this way, your superego power is really weak."

Fang Mingzhan said: "To each other."

"We are two morally corrupt people." Jian Qingli smiled.

In fact, looking deeper, he has never regarded Fang Mingzhan as a brother in the traditional sense, perhaps because he does not live under the same roof and always lacks a sense of intimacy.But on another level, the relationship between them is so deep and even complicated that it can't be explained in a sentence or two.It seems that two lonely souls are entangled more tightly because of the fetters of blood, but even without blood, they will resonate in another way.

The drowsiness finally subsided, Jian Qingli yawned and said, "Qingming is coming, let's go together."

As Qingming approaches, the temperature tends to drop again.After several consecutive rains, Jian Qingli turned out the thick coat again.The cold air was raging outside, and he didn't want to go out or work, so he stayed at home and played games every day.The recently popular iwanna is suitable for killing time, but after playing for two days, it collapsed and gave up.

The biggest trouble in the pleasant days came from Le Yang. Since the confession that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, he chased Jian Qingli fiercely, and chatted with him every day under the pretext of asking for photography knowledge.

At first, Jian Qingli only thought of him as a whim, after all, young people often like to try new things.He seldom replied to Le Yang's messages, thinking that this would dampen his enthusiasm, but Le Yang was actually more patient than he appeared on the outside, and cleverly controlled the degree of his dislike within a certain range, and sometimes acted like a grievance , leaving Jian Qingli devastated.

He clearly told Le Yang that I'm not interested in you.But Le Yang said stubbornly, since you don't have a boyfriend, so what if you try to accept me.

"You are not my type." Jian Qingli said.

"Then what type do you like?" Le Yang asked unrelentingly.

In desperation, Jian Qingli blocked him.

It was Saturday, and it was raining again in Cangshi. Jian Qingli was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the sofa watching a movie, his stomach growling with hunger, but there was nothing in the refrigerator.

He picked up his phone and wanted to order takeaway, but after a second thought, he quit the app and sent a Moments.

I want to eat Zhouji crayfish, but there is no one sold nearby, any relatives and friends can give me some as a gift. [smirk]

He usually either publishes his photography works or reposts some professional articles. Such life-like dynamics are really rare. Within a few minutes, a group of bad friends have all reported for duty.

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Xiang Tingzhou: I'm on the set, looking for my ex-boyfriend.

Song Jingyou: @方明战

Zhong Youling: Don't forget that there will be filming next Monday

Liang Hai'an: The weekly diary needs to be lined up for at least an hour, our friendship is not that deep [bad laugh]

Lu Yong: Meaningful

Luo Zixu: Jian Qingli, my girlfriend wants to ask you to make a film

Luo Zixu replied to Lu Yong: What do you mean?

Even the girl Yu Yanzhi who added WeChat a few days ago because of the post-processing discussion also commented: Shall I introduce you to a boyfriend?

Jian Qingli was overjoyed, and replied one by one:

Take a good filming, don't forget even if you are rich

you misspelled your name

What to shoot?

Sister Liang, you are so ruthless [grievance]

Haha

Please be precise, your sentence is ambiguous

Thanks sister, no need for now

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Half an hour later, Xiang Tingzhou sent Jian Qingli a WeChat message asking about the progress: "Have you eaten last week's diary?"

"No." Jian Qingli sent a crying emoji.

"Didn't the ex-boyfriend buy it for you?"

"It's already said that it's an ex-boyfriend, so what's your obligation?"

Xiang Tingzhou asked gossipingly: "The last time the show was over, he was the one who sent you home, didn't something happen?"

"No."

"Damn, really? He doesn't even touch you when you drink like that. Sure enough, a gentleman is a gentleman."

Jian Qingli felt that there was something wrong with Xiang Tingzhou's brain circuit, so he educated him: "Sex|relationship with a drunk person is rape|rape, okay? You should learn some law, I'm really worried that you will go in one day gone."

"Don't lie to me. Having a relationship against another person's will is rape | rape. I think some people pretend to be drunk and become angry after trying to seduce."

Jian Qingli's cheeks were a little hot, and she burst into a foul language: "It's terrible, some people have been with He Cen for a long time, and they have learned to sophistry."

He comforted himself, although he played a funny clown tonight and did not wait for the expected person, but at least he entertained his friends.

When "the other party is typing", the doorbell rang.Jian Qingli couldn't hold his cell phone firmly and dropped it on the ground. He picked it up in a panic and tugged at the hem of his home clothes nervously.

After opening the door, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

"Qing Li," Le Yang raised a few lunch boxes in front of him, and smiled brightly, "Although it's not Zhou Ji, the food made by my aunt is also delicious."

The tip of his nose was flushed, his eyebrows were curved, and he looked extremely sincere.But Jian Qingli didn't appreciate it, and asked sharply, "Le Yang, how do you know my address?"

Le Yang's smile became somewhat unnatural, like a reprimanded puppy, he blinked his round eyes aggrieved, and explained: "I know you live in Yunshuiyuan, I asked someone for the specific house number. "

"Who did you ask?" Jian Qingli was aggressive, "Where did you see my circle of friends?"

Le Yang's gaze moved down and landed on Jian Qingli's slightly protruding collarbone. His face was sullen, angry because of the cold reception: "What do you think?"

Jian Qingli felt a hot thing rushing to the top of his head in an instant, burning his temples with needle-like pains, he swallowed, and squeezed the doorknob hard.Le Yang secretly watched his reaction, and felt that his chance had come, so he begged Jian Qingli to let him in.