After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

The chest trembled, and then the whole person remained in such a stiff state for a while.

His usual nimble and quick thoughts seemed to be pulled by something, and he was stunned for a long time before his deep eyes, which were as deep as ink, gathered light again.The big hand with well-defined joints raised, clasped the back of Zhou Cheng's head, reversed his passive posture, and kissed him with thin lips unscrupulously.

With this kiss, the atmosphere in the lonely and silent bedroom gradually became hotter.

The temperature kept rising, as if it was about to ignite the ambiguous atmosphere created by the two of them at any moment.

However, when the love was strong, He Xiao let him go.

Zhan Zhan's black eyes were bottomless, like a deep ancient well, shining with frightening darkness.

Realizing that he didn't continue, Zhou Cheng slightly opened his misty eyes, still panting slightly between his lips, a magnificent blush appeared on his fair face.

"What's wrong."

He Xiao stared down at his wet eyes, the well-defined throat line rolled, and the hot dark color was seething in his eyes, but he suppressed the desire to press him on the bed firmly in his heart.

"want to?"

The man's deep voice was exceptionally hoarse, with a hint of sensuality tainted with lust.

This kind of thing has always been carried out with actions, not to mention his actions just now are obvious enough.

Being asked so straightforwardly, Zhou Cheng couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

He lowered his eyebrows, neither admitting nor denying.

The floor lamp by the bed emits warm and dense light, hitting his drooping face.

If there is no denial, it is the default.

He Xiao's black eyes deepened, the heat in them gradually faded, and there was a trace of complexity in the eyes looking at him.

Want to seek a sense of security?

Otherwise, like a person who usually blush after a kiss, his current behavior is really abnormal.

Because what happened tonight made him unable to let go, so he was used to divert attention?

Realizing this, the man pulled his thin lips in vain, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

He couldn't say he was disappointed, but he did feel a bit empty... because of his uncontrollable heart throbbing at that moment just now.

Zhou Cheng bit his lower lip, realizing that the man might have seen through his intentions, and felt a little guilty.

The prolonged silence made him even more uneasy.

But when he was about to raise his head to check his expression, a broad hand fell down and covered his forehead.

A man's helpless sigh came from beside his ear.

He Xiao rubbed his head, then got up, "Don't think so much, just rest for a while if you feel tired, and I'll take you there after dawn."

Zhou Cheng hastily raised his head and looked at the man, with a nervousness in his eyes that he didn't even notice, "Then you?"

Before taking off the long black coat on He Xiao, he lowered his head and glanced at the corners of the clothes that were being grabbed, his thin lips curled up, "I'll sleep with you, I just went to get the pajamas, can you sleep in this clothes? "

Only then did the tense look on Zhou Cheng's face relax, and he replied lightly.

Immediately, he realized that his attitude had become a little obvious, especially when the man stared at him with a slight smile, his eyes flickered, then he looked away, and stretched out his hand pretending to tidy up the quilt he had messed up.

After changing their pajamas, the two of them lay down under the covers.

The lights were off, and the room was quiet and dark.

With his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zhou Cheng leaned against the man's warm and thick chest, everything around him was filled with a familiar and reassuring atmosphere.

He couldn't fall asleep anyway.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my thoughts uncontrollably reflected the bits and pieces of the time in the hospital.

It made him feel like he was on an island, alone and helpless.

Even if He Xiao fell asleep, he would sleep very lightly, and he would wake up if there was a slight disturbance around him.

What's more, after running around for most of the night, there will be less sleepiness.

When the person in his arms hugged him for the third time, he opened his eyes, looked down at the head buried in his chest, and asked softly, "Can't sleep?"

Zhou Cheng didn't expect him to make a sound, and raised his head, "Did it bother you?"

"^TL"/again.

"Then go to sleep, I won't move."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this was inappropriate, half-propped himself up from the man's arms, and wanted to move to the side to sleep.

Before he had climbed far, he was pulled back by the man's belt, his strong long arms pressed against his waist, and he remained motionless.

He Xiao raised his hand and pulled down a pillow from the head of the bed, raised the original pillow, lay on his side, put one hand on Zhou Cheng's waist, and put the other hand behind his ear.

He didn't seem to intend to continue to sleep, his deep dark eyes were like obsidian in the dim light.

"Since you don't want to sleep, let's chat for a while, talk about it, what are you thinking?"

In fact, what Zhou Cheng was thinking, even if he didn't ask, he knew it.

It's just that sometimes people are like a container containing all kinds of emotions, and there is always a vent to balance the emotions in it.

Zhou Cheng stared at the man for a long time, his throat choked.

This man always seems to know what he needs and always gives him what he wants when he needs it most.

Even though the two of them had only lived together for more than a month, he seemed to know him very well.

On the contrary, he himself, if asked how much he knew about this man, he might feel at a loss.

"I was thinking...if nothing happened to my dad," he murmured.

If his father hadn't made a mistake, been arrested, or imprisoned, everything would not be what it is now.

He often thinks about the way his family was before the accident. In recent years, his father no longer misses the beautiful scenery outside, and he spends more time at home. The relationship with his mother is better than 01:30, and the two often travel together , to find the feelings that were missed when I was young.

Everything is developing in a good direction, but he never imagined that sometimes the other side of happiness can also be a cliff.

All happiness ended at that moment, and a family just broke up, and they could never go back to the past.

Especially his mother... Thinking about it, Zhou Cheng's nose couldn't help being sore, so he had to suck his nose, so that he wouldn't get out of control again after finally stabilizing his emotions.

Listening to what he said, He Xiao's eyes darkened several times, "You blame him?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head, "Others can blame him, but I can't. If it's me too...he won't have a home."

His mother has fallen, and his life and death are uncertain. Maybe... he will be the only one left waiting for him to come back. Even if he is the only one, he is still his father.

It was his father who provided him with food and clothing, taught him music, gave birth to him and raised him for 20 years.

He Xiao's mood at this moment is undoubtedly complicated, with his thoughts turning back and forth, a trace of unknown emotion quickly flashed across the bottom of his dark eyes.

In no time, it disappeared without a trace.

"If someone could have given him a hand, but instead chose to let it happen, do you blame him?"

Subconsciously speaking, it can be understood as just asking casually, or it can be an unintentional mistake.

It's just that the man spoke very calmly, looking more like the former.

Zhou Cheng was stunned for a while, because of the unknown purpose of the man's words.

What is "I could have given him a hand, but I chose to let it happen"?

"Who are you talking about?"

He Xiao looked at his stunned face, his eyes sank slightly, but his tone didn't change, it was still indifferent, "It's just a random question, not referring to a specific person, but it seems that there are so many cronies around your father when the accident happened. I never thought of helping him, I wonder if you will blame them."

Originally asked this.

Zhou Cheng suddenly remembered the cold bench and those evasive eyes he encountered when he came to pray.

What's more, some people not only didn't have any regrets or sympathy, but also sneered at him, saying that he had lost his bad luck.

Thinking of these, to be honest, he really couldn't let go of his breath.

It's just that, in the final analysis, human beings are animals that seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They always add more icing on the cake and less give charcoal in need, it's just human nature.

"It's a matter of affection to help, and it's duty not to help. They are afraid of getting into a lawsuit. It's nothing to blame."

Even though he said so, He Xiao saw that his face was a bit gloomy.

He couldn't help thinking that when he came to borrow money for the first time, Zhou Cheng said with a cold face that he wanted to leave before he even made a statement. He guessed that it was because he went to several places before and failed to borrow money, and he was hurt enough. Overreact.

The corners of He Xiao's lips curled slightly, he paused, and then said slowly, "Do you want to hear about my mother?"

Looking at the man's calm and handsome face under the faint moonlight, Zhou Cheng was puzzled.

If he remembered correctly, his mother seemed to have died very early?

He doesn't know the specifics, it should have happened a long time ago, I heard it was a car accident.

"Is that... not good?" He hesitated.

Saying this kind of thing is easy to evoke sad memories, and he has no hobby of poking people's wounds and listening to stories.

He Xiao laughed lowly, pulled out the long arm that was under his head, and scratched his cheek with his fingers, "It's been a long time, I don't care, it's just that I need to recall it in this way occasionally, so as not to forget her look."

Zhou Cheng was surprised, "Forgot... her appearance?"

"Yeah" He Xiao responded lightly, as if thinking of something, he sat up from the bed, leaned over and stretched out his long arms to reach the bedside table, opened the cabinet, took out a photo frame-shaped thing from inside, and turned on the light.

The soft and warm light illuminated the corner of the bed, and Zhou Cheng sat up from the bed, looking at the objects in his hands.

In a white photo frame, a beautiful woman with a bright smile is standing on the beach, her slender arms are pressing the straw hat on her head, and the background is the sunny sea and blue sky.

Looking at the costumes and outfits, it should be a photo taken in the 90s and [-]s.

"She liked to travel and take pictures when she was alive. She left many photos after she left, and I keep this one with me."

Zhou Cheng looked at the photo, then looked up at his side face with downcast eyes, and asked the question in his heart, "...Since there are many photos, why do you say you will forget her appearance?"

He Xiao moved his gaze from the photo frame to his face, then raised his hand to caress his clean cheek.

"Because even if there are photos, she still withdraws from my life. She is no longer a concrete person, but only lives in my memory."