After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou Shang'an's lips pressed against He Xiancheng's ear, and kissed He Xiancheng's ear and neck delicately...

Mixed with the hot teardrops that slid down He Xiancheng's body, the place where Zhou Shang'an kissed had the faint salty smell of tears.

His hand under He Xiancheng's body didn't stop.

When he finally touched the object that had been placed under him, Zhou Shang settled down, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

The thing in the palm exuded a hot temperature like a fire, burning the skin of his palm, beating alive like breathing.

It's not that he didn't, but it was the first time he was amazed by another man's.

This is He Xiansheng.

Because and only because he is He Xiansheng.

Zhou Shang'an looked up at He Xiancheng, He Xiancheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his breathing was a little unsteady following the movements of his hands.

He Xiancheng noticed Zhou Shangan's gaze, his eyelids were raised, his eyes were deep and dark, and the emotion hidden in the depths of his eyes was surging.

He Xiancheng opened his mouth slightly, his voice was hoarse, full of lust, and a trace of helplessness to refuse, and said: "Shang'an..."

He Xiancheng was panting for him.

The corner of Zhou Shang'an's mouth suddenly raised a smile, he lowered his head and lightly pecked He Xiancheng's lips, and responded hoarsely, "Brother, brother..."

He Xiancheng put his arms around his waist, and stroked the soft and white waist of the young man with his fingertips.

Zhou Shang'an passionately kissed He Xiancheng's lips, with the tip of his tongue lingering.

He took He Xiancheng's hand and asked him to touch him.

When He Xiancheng's wide and hot palm wrapped around Zhou Shang'an, Zhou Shang'an lay on He Xiancheng's shoulder, panting lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He was thinking, He Xiancheng didn't reject him anymore, He Xiancheng finally touched him.

The dimly lit room is filled with male restless hormones.

He Xiancheng turned on the lamp beside the bed, and the warm yellow light instantly illuminated the whole bedroom.

He Xiancheng took the tissue from the bedside.

Zhou Shang'an was lying on his back on the bed, his smooth skin was still blushing, his chest heaved up and down, his eyes were blurred, and he was staring at the ceiling light absently.

He Xiancheng took the tissue, glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, and gently wiped Zhou Shangan's body with the tissue.

Feeling the slightly rough touch under his body, Zhou Shang'an raised his eyes to look at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng's clothes were taken off during the lingering just now, and there were stains on his strong and firm muscles that he hadn't had time to scrub off.The redness on Zhou Shang'an's face was still red, he stared at He Xiancheng's body full of lust, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He Xiancheng wiped Zhou Shang'an clean carefully and gently, then looked up at him, and said, "Shall I take a bath again?"

Zhou Shang'an suddenly grabbed He Xiancheng's arm, his eyelashes trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

He Xiancheng looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

Zhou Shangan lowered his eyes and said slowly in a low voice: "... When will we really come here?"

They just used their hands just now and didn't make it to the end.

He Xiancheng didn't answer, pulled a few more tissues, wrapped the paper in his hand, then got up and stood beside the bed.

He glanced at Zhou Shangan who was still looking at him while lying on the bed, leaned over and pulled the quilt kicked to the end of the bed, covered Zhou Shangan, and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

After He Xiancheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

Zhou Shangan's eyes followed He Xiancheng's back.

He suddenly felt itchy in his throat, Zhou Shangan glanced sideways at the bedside table, where He Xiancheng had a pack of cigarettes.

He knew that He Xiancheng would not do that.

He never thought that he would do that soon.

Zhou Shangan exhaled a puff of white smoke between his lips and teeth.

He will take his time.

The white mist rose and gradually blurred Zhou Shangan's facial features.

He imitated the action of a man flicking cigarette ash in his memory, and tapped his fingertips lightly.

Zhou Shangan's eyelids were slightly closed, but his eyes were rare and calm.

These two days, as usual, he went to He Xiansheng's home after school to review his homework.

The Chinese New Year is coming, the streets are getting colder and colder, but it can't stop the faint lively atmosphere.

Zhou Shang'an skillfully took out the key and opened the door of He Xiansheng's house.

Since Nan Rui gave him the spare key of He Xiancheng's house that time, He Xiancheng didn't take back the key from him, and Zhou Shang'an kept it with him all the time.Zhou Shangan took off the scarf. In the kitchen, He Xiancheng heard the movement, looked back to the living room, and said, "Here you are?"

Zhou Shangan nodded with a smile, and replied, "Come on!"

He put his schoolbag on the chair, trotted to the kitchen, and stood on tiptoe to look at the cooking pot in front of him from He Xiancheng's arm, "Brother, what are you eating today?"

He Xiancheng answered him with a smile and nodded.

After that night, the relationship between him and He Xiancheng strangely returned to the previous pattern.

They ate, made up lessons, walked and chatted as usual.

It's just that they kept silent about what happened that day.

The two of them seem to be actively and tacitly maintaining a certain kind of delicate harmony.

If you don't mention it, I won't ask.

If you don't tell me, I will keep silent.

delicate balance.

And it is very simple for this balance to be broken. It is so simple that only a small enough stone is needed to easily destroy the current harmonious surface and return to the disordered and crazy status quo once again.

After the meal, Zhou Shang'an and He Xiancheng went out for a walk together. He rubbed his swollen stomach, exhaled slowly, and the hot air condensed into white mist in front of his eyes.

He Xiancheng lowered his eyes and carefully arranged the scarf around Zhou Shang'an's neck.

Zhou Shangan raised his head and smiled at He Xiancheng, revealing two sweet dimples, "Thank you bro."

He Xiancheng rubbed his head, put his hand on Zhou Shangan's shoulder, and pulled him in. The two of them were close to each other. He Xiancheng said softly, "Let's go."

The two wandered aimlessly along the street.

Zhou Shang unconsciously clenched his hands in his pockets.

After a few laps, He Xiancheng looked at him and asked, did you go back? "

Zhou Shang'an didn't seem to hear He Xiancheng's words, and continued to walk forward.

He Xiancheng squeezed his shoulder, "Huh?"

Zhou Shang'an seemed to have just come back to his senses, looked at He Xiancheng, his eyes were a little confused, and said: "Brother? What's the matter?"

He Xiancheng brushed away the hair on his forehead that almost reached the end of his eyes, and said with a smile, "Going home?"

Zhou Shang looked forward, his heartbeat was inexplicably faster today.

He licked his dry lower lip, and said slowly, "Brother...I still want to walk."

He Xiancheng replied: "Okay."

The two walked to the corner of a street.

The footsteps stopped at the same time.

Zhou Zhou felt relieved, his hands in his pockets were clenched tightly, and his fingertips dug into his palms.

In front of the cat cafe where Ao Dai often stays.

Gao Jing smiled and waved towards the store, then let go of the doorknob, and when he turned around, he was also taken aback.

Like a stone thrown into the bottom of the lake, the originally calm lake began to stir up waves.

After a brief daze, He Xiancheng withdrew his hand on Zhou Shang'an's shoulder, and ran towards Gao Jingzai.

At the entrance of the cat cafe shop, He Xiancheng clasped Gao Jing's shoulders, his face became gloomy several times in an instant, his expression twisted as if he wanted to peel and cramp the person in front of him.

The veins on He Xiancheng's forehead throbbed violently.

In contrast, Gao Jing was much calmer, the strength on his shoulders made him frown slightly, then Gao Jing's eyebrows relaxed, a smile rose on his face, and he raised his hand to say hello to He Xiancheng, He smiled softly: "Long time no see."

He Xiancheng's face darkened, and the hands holding Gao Jing's shoulders clenched even harder, his back teeth clenched.

Gao Jing pointed to He Xiancheng's hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Is that how you greet old friends?"

The muscles on He Xiancheng's face were tense. After a while, he still let go of his hand. He looked at Gao Jing with deep eyes.

Gao Jing rubbed his shoulders and raised his chin towards the store, "Go in and have a chat?"

He Xiancheng looked into the store and said "Mmm" in a cold tone.

Gao Jing pushed open the door, and suddenly stopped, he looked at the figure of Zhou Shang'an at the corner.

Zhou Shangan maintained the posture when He Xiancheng left, looked in the direction of Maoca, and did not move.

Gao Jing looked back at He Xiancheng again, and said with a smile, "What about him?"

He Xiancheng turned his head and glanced at Zhou Shangan.

On the street, the boy's figure is thin and fragile, crumbling in the cold wind.

He Xiancheng closed his eyelids slightly, looked at it in silence for a while, then turned his head, he pushed the high-view glass door in front of him and only opened half of the glass door, and said calmly: "He will go back by himself."

Zhou Shangan was a few feet away, watched He Xiancheng glance at him, then turned and opened the door, and walked in with Gao Jing beside him.

In the past few days, this scene has been auditioned thousands of times in his mind.

He knew He Xiansheng would do this.

He also knew that Gao Jing and He Xiancheng would meet again.

He knows everything in his heart.

This is already destined to happen on the trajectory of fate.

Zhou Shang'an is destined to be unable to stop him.

But when watching this scene happen, Zhou Shang'an's heart still hurts like it was being ripped apart, and it couldn't be worse.

His chest heaved violently, dry cold air poured into his respiratory tract, and the chill spread inside and outside his body.

It's all just beginning.

Zhou An went back to her home.

He didn't say a word after returning home, and locked himself in the bedroom directly.

Outside the door, no matter how Uncle Luo called him or knocked on the door, Zhou Shangan did not respond.

In the room, there were no lights and no heating.

Zhou Shang'an lay on his back on the cold mahogany floor, with his limbs stretched close to the ground, his eyes wide open, looking at the darkness in front of him.

He was feeling He Xiansheng's experience, experiencing He Xiansheng's past.

until the vision is blurred.

Zhou Shangan stared blankly at the ceiling, and murmured, "Brother, so... that's how I feel..."

Zhou Shangan's bedroom door was finally pried open.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's late at night, many locksmiths don't accept jobs, Uncle Luo called a few times before he called a young man.

When Zhou Shang'an was taken out, Luo Xiao's heart stopped in fright, and even the young man who opened the lock was startled by his expression.

His eyes were dull and empty, and he stared straight ahead. Luo Xiao's voice trembled with anxiety, and he asked him what happened, but no matter what he said, Zhou Shang'an seemed to have lost his soul, and did not respond at all.

He was carried to the sofa, the living room was brightly lit, Zhou Shangan leaned against the back of the sofa, his legs were bent, his arms were wrapped, and his body shrank into a ball.

Luo Xiao took a wet towel and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and brought hot water for him to lick.

Zhou Shangan's fingers holding the glass trembled slightly.

This state lasted for quite a while, until Luo Xiao could no longer control the panic in his heart.

Zhou Shangan was taken to the hospital.