shallow affection

The bed had long been wrinkled and mottled by the sticky, fishy liquid. Jian Qingli lay paralyzed on the bed, moaning exhaustedly.

He was really tossed and miserable that night.

First, he was fucked by that cute rabbit's tail, and then he was stabbed by Fang Mingzhan, his eyes were swollen from crying, like two plump and juicy peaches.In the past, when making love, she shed two tears just to add to the fun, but this time it really went to the limit.

Just after twelve o'clock, the turmoil in the city had not completely subsided. Fang Mingzhan was only released once, and some of his strength was tormenting him. Seeing how pitiful he was, he couldn't help feeling soft-hearted.Jian Qingli noticed Fang Mingzhan's shaking, and took the initiative to kiss him, licking his lips and Adam's apple wet, then shook his locked left wrist, called "brother" flatteringly, and begged him to release the handcuffs.

If it wasn't for Le Yang's sudden call, Fang Mingzhan might really let him go.

At that time, the phone rang, and as soon as Jian Qingli heard the ringtone, it was as if he had found a life-saving straw. He desperately reached out to reach it, but he couldn't reach it, so he ordered Fang Mingzhan to help him get it.

He doesn't know who the caller is, but it doesn't matter, as long as there is such an interruption, tonight's sex|love will definitely come to an end, the days are long, and he doesn't want to die in bed.

Fang Mingzhan was in high spirits, and was displeased with any sudden interruption. He held an oval-shaped vibrating egg and rubbed it near Jian Qingli's tailbone. Jian Qingli tensed his thin back in fright, and shouted in disorder: "Go on!" Phone! Answer the phone!"

Fang Mingzhan waited for the ringtone to stop automatically, but the late-night call continued to ring unrelentingly. He had no choice but to get out of bed and help Jian Qingli get the phone.

The word Le Yang on the screen was particularly dazzling.

"Who is it?" Jian Qingli raised his right hand, "give it to me."

"Le Yang." After Fang Mingzhan finished speaking, he swiped the answer button, tapped the speakerphone, and threw the phone beside Jian Qingli.

"Le Yang?" Jian Qingli was puzzled.

The loudspeaker was turned on, and his hoarse inquiry was carried over the airwaves.

"Qing Li..." Le Yang's voice was also dry and hoarse, he spoke incoherently and intermittently, "Is it you Qing Li, I really, I miss you so much, can you come and accompany me? I feel sick, have a headache, and seem to have a fever It's..."

"What?" Jian Qingli couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't know what tricks he was up to, "What are you looking for from me—ah!"

That melodious, short moan stimulated Le Yang's drowsy brain due to high fever, and he asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I...uh-it's okay, you, you, I hung up..."

"Don't hang up!" Le Yang yelled willfully like a child who couldn't get his favorite toy. After a futile quarrel, his arrogance gradually weakened, and he begged while coughing: "I'm sick, I feel so uncomfortable It's so hard, can you come and accompany me..."

Jian Qingli's reply was a series of indistinct whispers, which sounded extremely painful.How could Le Yang not know what the sound was? He clenched his phone tightly, staring at the white wall, with a tear streaming from the corner of his eye.

This is really an inexplicable tear, Le Yang would never shed it normally, but patients are always fragile and should be forgiven.

"Take medicine when you have a fever." A deep and indifferent man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and then hung up.

Under the warm yellow light, spring is full of love, and the messy double bed is the biggest crime scene.

Fang Mingzhan undid the handcuffs, and Jian Qingli's left arm immediately drooped limply.Leaning in Fang Mingzhan's arms, he opened his thin lips to breathe like a stranded fish, and his hair was also wet with sweat, black and shiny, sticking to his neck in strands.

Seeing the bright red strangle marks on his left wrist, Fang Mingzhan felt a dark and exuberant pleasure spontaneously. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling distressed and guilty.He pressed the mark, saw Jian Qingli frowning, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Jian Qingli woke up from the daze of orgasm, and looked straight into Fang Mingzhan's eyes. After a while, he broke into a sly and brilliant smile: "My brother gave me the pain."

Fang Mingzhan seemed to have been scratched by the little milk cat, and he couldn't maintain his cold expression for a moment.

He looked at Jian Qingli and thought helplessly, it is this beautiful mouth that can speak sweet words anytime and anywhere, it is docile and carefree on the bed, intimate and attached, but when the scene changes, it is as chic as the breeze between the fingers, passing by him to Blow away.

"Can I go?" Fang Mingzhan asked.

Jian Qingli nodded, and as soon as her left foot stepped on the floor, her knees softened and she knelt down immediately.Holding on to the edge of the bed, he felt that the liquid in the depths was slowly flowing down his thighs, so he bit his lips, and tearfully asked Fang Mingzhan for help: "I can't go, brother, hug me."

Fang Mingzhan didn't expose his exaggerated acting skills.He walked into the bathroom with Jian Qingli in his arms. Jian Qingli was not heavy, with his arms gently around his neck, his legs curled up like a baby, with two rose-colored buds dotted on his chest.

They took a bath together, white foam floating on the water.Jian Qingli lay on the edge of the bathtub, squinting comfortably in the steaming heat.Fang Mingzhan cleaned it up for him, and changed the tank after the water was cold. Jian Qingli was drowsy, but kept facing his direction, with stubborn and peaceful eyes.

Fang Mingzhan looked at him in a daze, always feeling that something was missing, and suddenly he understood, so he lowered his head and kissed Jian Qingli.

Suck gently, calmly and lingeringly, the tip of the tongue touches together, exuding a warm tingling sensation.

After taking a shower, Fang Mingzhan took a set of bed sheets from Jian Qingli's closet, and changed them on in an awkward manner.Jian Qingli was wearing gray-blue pajamas, dozing off with her arms folded, enjoying his service very naturally.

"That," after everything was tidied up, Jian Qingli got into bed, saw that Fang Mingzhan was about to turn off the lights, and couldn't help but said, "What about Le Yang..."

Fang Mingzhan paused and pressed the switch with a "snap". "You really care about him." In the darkness, his tone was calm.

Jian Qingli sneered, he always felt that Le Yang was a bear, and he instinctively treated him with "adult tolerance", and those nonsense confessions inevitably made him feel compassionate.

Although he knows that the "like" in Le Yang's mouth is just a childish "can't ask for it", it can be used on any toys, pets, and artworks.But isn't this kind of buoyant feeling better?Even if it is broken, it will not hurt, it is much better than Jian Qingli's long and boring four years.

Fang Mingzhan called the housekeeping aunt. The aunt's surname was Liang. She used to work in their house. After the mother and son went to England, they took the severance pay to find another way out.This time when he returned to China, Fang Mingzhan found her and paid her a salary, asking her to cook two meals for Le Yang every day and clean the apartment once a week.

It was already one o'clock in the night, and my aunt was woken up in her sleep, and said "Hello" in a daze, Fang Mingzhan was full of guilt, and kept apologizing.When he told about Le Yang's situation, Aunt Liang yelled "Ouch, Ouch" and said that she would go to see him now.The community she lives in is less than two kilometers away from Le Yang's apartment, and it is very convenient to ride a battery car there.After a while, she called Fang Mingzhan back, saying that she had arrived at Le Yang's house, fed him medicine and applied cold towels, to reassure the owner.

"Thank you." Fang Mingzhan hung up the phone, turned around and asked Jian Qingli, "Satisfied?"

"I—" Jian Qingli was tongue-tied, and pursed her lips resentfully, so as not to draw more and more black.

The room was completely silent, except for the sound of long breathing.Jian Qingli closed her eyelids sleepily, followed the memory of the past and approached the man next to her, falling into a deep sleep in the familiar embrace.

Early the next morning, when Jian Qingli woke up, her first reaction was to stretch her arms and grope to the side. It was empty, cold, and there was no one there.He opened his eyes in frustration, and yawned at the yellow ceiling.

My whole body was sore and limp, the overused area was red, swollen and stinging, and my waist couldn't straighten up.It was originally a double eyelid, but because I cried so much the night before, it was swollen into a single eyelid, and my lips were bloodless, pale and dull.Jian Qingli picked up the phone to check the time, and was taken aback by the reflection of herself on the screen.

That bastard Fang Mingzhan actually left just like that, it was too much.

He was feeling aggrieved when he suddenly heard some slight noises coming from the living room, he was stunned for a while, and tentatively shouted: "Fang Mingzhan!"

No one answered, but footsteps approached.A few seconds later, Fang Mingzhan pushed open the bedroom door and asked, "Are you awake?"

"You haven't left yet?" Jian Qingli laughed immediately, but still couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Let me just say, if you leave, you will be too heartless."

He went to the bathroom to wash up, because he didn't want to see himself in a mess, he closed his eyes and brushed his teeth the whole time, he didn't need facial cleanser when washing his face, and even if he got away with splashing water on his face, he combed his hair casually with his fingers and tied it into a A messy but cute little tug.

There was a faint fragrance in the kitchen. Jian Qingli followed the smell and approached, wrinkled his nose and sniffed vigorously, but still couldn't guess what kind of ingredients it was.He leaned against the sliding glass door of the kitchen, stretched his neck to look around, and asked, "What are you cooking?"

"What can you have at home?" Fang Mingzhan stirred the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the pot, and there was a trace of disgust in his scolding tone.

"I really don't know." Jian Qingli said in a drawn-out tone.He walked behind Fang Mingzhan, glanced over the other's shoulder, his face was full of worry, "When did I buy that preserved egg, won't it expire?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't answer, he kept stirring the porridge in the pot, and after a while, he turned off the fire.

Jian Qingli's legs became weak after standing for a long time, so he hugged Fang Mingzhan lightly. Although he didn't put his cheek on Fang Mingzhan's back like in the movie, it was close enough.

"Go and drink the coffee on the table first." Fang Mingzhan said.Seeing that Jian Qingli was not moving, he held the hand on his stomach and squeezed it a little harder.

What Fang Mingzhan made for him was instant black coffee—the only one in Jian Qingli's house, a big can, and it hasn't disappeared after a long time.He doesn't like to drink coffee. He bought this thing last year. At that time, he was overly sad because of his mother's death. He overeat and gained ten pounds. He heard that black coffee can lose weight, so he bought it back. He found the taste too bitter and unbearable. It's just sitting in the corner gathering dust.

Jian Qingli picked up the cup and took a sip, then immediately put it down, frowning deeply: "It's too bitter, I won't drink it."

"Reduce edema." Fang Mingzhan was still concise.

"Aren't I edema, okay?" Jian Qingli complained furiously, "I'm dehydrated—swollen!"

Fang Mingzhan was amused by him, the tails of his eyes were raised, and his sharp facial features suddenly became gentle.He no longer immediately put on a straight face and pretended nothing happened like the previous few times, but casually looked at Jian Qingli, waiting for the smile to disappear naturally in the quiet and warm atmosphere.

Jian Qingli stared at him, the bluffing anger quickly faded, a trace of inexplicable shyness crept up to the tips of his ears, and he reprimanded like a paper tiger: "What are you looking at me for!"

Fang Mingzhan pulled out a lump of sugar from the messy cupboard and threw it into Jian Qingli's coffee cup. He didn't try to persuade him again, but rubbed his hair.