madness

"what."

The man whose hair was tightly grabbed groaned in pain. The alley was dark, and with the little light that fell in, Gu Zehuan observed the expression of the middle-aged man.

The other party's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was a deep purple bruise at the corner of his mouth. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he kept begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I will never follow you again, I'm a pervert, I'm crazy, stop hitting, stop hitting."

"Really stop fighting."

The intermittent voice was full of fear of pain.

The boy's eyeballs didn't move, he just stared at him.

A fresh bruise, and the skin underneath was hot, so hot it could melt your fingers.

Very wonderful feeling.

The man felt that something icy and cool was caressing his cheek.

It wasn't until the thing touched his lips that the man couldn't help but opened his eyes, only to realize that it was a finger.

Clean, snow-white fingers with well-defined phalanges.

Rubbing the red and swollen area gently, it seems to be sensing the temperature underneath.

The fingers are cold, as if covered with snow, and one can't help but wonder if the other party's fingers are so cold all year round.

In fact it is.

Gu Zehuan's hands will only warm up slightly after doing strenuous activities, but it's only slightly hot, and the temperature of the palms of normal people is still much lower.

When the fingers, which were much cooler than the red and swollen area, stroked the scorching wound inch by inch, the soft touch that was almost itchy made the man's heart tremble.

But soon, those hands were withdrawn from the wound as if they lacked interest.

The man unexpectedly felt an inexplicable regret.

Want more touches.

In other words, I want to touch the person in front of me more.

Even if what is given is pain or suffering.

Gu Zehuan let go, picked up the coke on the ground, and walked away by himself.

He clenched his teeth, trying to stand up, and walked into a figure from the exit of the alley.

"Clap."

"Clap clap clap."

What stopped in front of him was a pair of snow-white sneakers, with a little bit of sewage on the soles of his feet, like dark spots born from a girl's skin.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding environment, it looks particularly abrupt.

The man couldn't help but froze.

Someone violently lifted his hair, staring at himself, the black eyes were full of a little dim light, and stretched out his hand without any emotion to pinch the injured place next to his lips.

Heavy run over.

The man's face suddenly became distorted.

Su Zhiyun blinked his eyes lightly, and gradually tightened his fingers.

The strength of pinching his cheeks seemed to be able to crush bones, and the man's face turned white from the pain.

After intimidating and threatening the other party, Su Zhiyun left. He drank the Coke in his hand in one gulp, crushed the aluminum can and threw it into the trash can, and caught up with Gu Zehuan who was walking not far away.

As usual, he followed behind the other party as if nothing had happened.

Gu Zehuan was standing in front of him.

Not far or near.

"I didn't do anything to him."

Just like a puppy asking for a reward, Su Zhiyun carefully grabbed the corner of Gu Zehuan's clothes.

Before Su Zhiyun met such a person, he was very aggressive and unrestrained. Last time, he almost got caught because of this.

The other party beat back and described himself as a victim.

In the end, Su Tianhe settled the matter with money, and Su Zhiyun was also locked up at home for a week.

"Ah."

Gu Zehuan responded with that.

Su Zhiyun just looked at him. Gu Zehuan was wearing a loose white shirt, and there was a shining silver nail on the back of his neck. A little sweat.

It is bright like a layer of water.

I want to touch it.

I really want to get closer.

Get a little closer.

In the scorching heat, Su Zhiyun's cheeks gradually became redder and redder, making him dizzy.

"What do you watch me do?"

As if forced to wake up from a dream, Su Zhiyun blinked his eyes lightly twice, trembling violently like butterfly wings.

"I...can I hold your hand? Just... just as a reward."

Gu Zehuan didn't like people calling him a bitch, and Su Zhiyun also realized that this address was impolite, so he started calling him "you".

Turns out those foul language were blasphemy.

It's something that shouldn't be said.

I don't know what title to use to express the boiling emotions.

Su Zhiyun trembled slightly unconsciously, he didn't realize that he looked so flushed and vulnerable in the eyes of others.

Gu Zehuan's gaze moved away from the three silver rings on his ears and landed on the neck.

Very slender, and the collarbone is also isolated.

Su Zhiyun's ears were trembling slightly, and there was an honest reflection of the master's mood. It was rosy white, and looked very hot, very hot.

Gu Zehuan did not refuse.

So Su Zhiyun stretched out his hand cautiously.

It's cold, but my hands are hot.

The scorching heat generated by rubbing each other stubbornly penetrated into the skin as if it was about to soak the skin, producing sticky sweat stains.

Sure enough, my hands were still hot.

Gu Zehuan's fingers curled up slightly, and the pads of his fingers would occasionally rub against the back of his hand.The scorching heat and the cold tortured and confused each other, the temperature of the palms of the two was blurred in the scorching sun of midsummer, and the boundaries became less clear.

The two of them walked for a while holding hands like this, until they entered the supermarket, Gu Zehuan let go of his hand. After Su Zhiyun withdrew his hand, he stretched his palm a little, and it felt a little sticky.

I sweated a little.

Together they bought some snacks and drinks in the supermarket.

Today is Saturday, and there is nothing to do. After walking outside for a while, Su Zhiyun also felt very hot. Before he walked out of the supermarket, he couldn't help asking: "Where are we going next?"

"Go to my house."

Gu Zehuan said so.

Su Zhiyun was stunned. He followed Gu Zehuan in a daze and walked all the way to the depths of the west of the city, stepping on the shade of broken trees, sweating hot in the summer, with scattered shops next to them, and near the market. There is a place where rice field eels are killed, and the blood-soaked wooden boards exude an unpleasant smell in the high heat. Flies linger on the smell, trying to absorb a little bit of meat.

Gu Zehuan walked in front of her, sniffed carefully, and could smell the washing powder on his body.

Green lemon, astringent, sour.

Shiny silver studs in glitter.

The other party didn't seem to feel very hot, and didn't sweat much.

The two of them came to a brick-red tube-shaped building. There were some weeds growing in front of the building. There were many people drying colorful clothes in the corridor, and the red lace underwear that had not been wrung out was dripping.

Su Zhiyun stepped aside slightly to avoid the small puddle.

The two walked to the third floor together. Because the weather was too hot, the stairwell was splashed with water, and it was wet, mixed with some dust and mildew smell.

Standing in front of the mottled door, Su Zhiyun's heart was beating like a drum for no reason. He clenched his palms tightly, with sticky sweat secreting from them. This feeling was like opening his birthday present for the first time. hopes and expectations.

Gu Zehuan opened the door.

I don't know whether to say it was an accident or a loss.

The appearance inside the door obviously doesn't have any shadow of Gu Zehuan, it's just a simple residence, not even the breath of life.

Gu Zehuan changed her shoes, walked straight to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator and turned back.

Su Zhiyun closed the door carefully, and took the ice cream.

Remove the plastic bag.

Milky, so sweet.

The fan in the room was humming, and the two of them sat on the mat on the floor, and it took a while to get out of the sweaty state.

Su Zhiyun looked around carefully from the corner of his eye.

It was dark, dank, and looked shabby and rundown.

"Why don't you stay at school?"

Gu Zehuan's lips turned a little red from the cold, and he said casually: "It's very troublesome to live in school."

"I lived there a few times before, and my roommate always snores at night."

Su Zhiyun didn't speak anymore, and silently took a bite of the popsicle in his hand. It is always inconvenient to eat with a nailed tongue, and it is easy to scratch, so it is more convenient to slowly melt it in your mouth when eating ice cream.

"School……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he bit his tongue and frowned.

It seemed to be bleeding, and there was a fishy smell in the ice cream that had melted off the tip of the tongue.

It hurts.

Su Zhiyun was a little at a loss. He unconsciously spit out the tip of his tongue that was oozing blood, and still held the ice cream in his hand, as if he didn't know how to deal with it.

He suddenly noticed that Gu Zehuan was staring at him motionlessly.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, only the sound of the fan humming.

"Do you want a kiss?"

The other party asked.

Su Zhiyun was stunned.

Gu Zehuan leaned over involuntarily.

Something soft and moist was licking his tongue.

So hot.

Very hot.

The popsicle in his hand melted unknowingly, his whole body was stiff, someone licked up the back of his hand, sucking off the sticky candy.

Something must have gone wrong.

The brain is melting in the heat.

Everything gets scalding hot.

Gu Zehuan's voice was heard amidst the scorching breath.

His lips were bright red, and covered with a dazzling watery light.

"It turns out that the tongue nails will jingle when they touch the teeth during kissing."

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