Kiss badly

Han Xiao had never seen Wen Hexi drunk, obediently soft, blushing, and moist lips, making one want to kiss her.

He put the man on the bed.

His eyes traced Wen Hexi's delicate eyebrows, the red corners of his eyes, all the way to his glistening lips. Wen Hexi was drunk and fell asleep, and this realization made him bold.

Putting his hands on Wen Hexi's ear, he bent down and kissed Wen Hexi. Those two lips were as soft as he imagined, and the lips held by him moved, as if responding to him.

But he soon heard Wen Hexi say: "Lin Yuanzhi, I love you so much."

Tears slipped from the end of Wen Hexi's eyes and flowed silently through his ears. Wen Hexi was not responding to him, he was responding to another person.

His heart felt like it was being crushed, and Han Xiao's eyes turned red in pain, and he choked up and said, "I love you too, Wen Hexi, I fucking love you too."

He bit Wen Hexi's neck hard, his teeth trembling, and he didn't use any strength at all, leaving only a slight red mark.

His whole body was trembling slightly, and his forehead rested on Wen Hexi's shoulder: "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I will change it, Wen Hexi, I will change it."

"You just like me a little bit, okay?" He begged humbly.

But Wen Hexi didn't respond to him.

He suddenly laughed, with strong self-mockery and sadness in his laughter, with tears on his face, "Han Xiao, you deserve it, you deserve it."

What right does he have to beg Wen Hexi to like him.

He wiped away his tears, got up from Wen Hexi, and left the bedroom silently.The next day, as usual, he prepared breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Wen Hexi doesn't seem to remember what happened last night, and the red mark on his neck has disappeared. He feels lucky, but feels empty in his heart, and feels tight.

Today, he realizes more and more the crimes he has committed, but Wen Hexi doesn't seem to hate him that much anymore, he no longer beats and tortures him at every turn, just like a child holding a new toy, after a while It's like time is getting tired of playing.

He didn't know what was left between him and Wen Hexi except hatred, maybe nothing left.

Now, what Wen Hexi does most every day is to sit on the window sill, step on it with one foot, and let the other hang down naturally, leaning against the open window, smoking one cigarette after another.

The mobile phone with a torn screen at his feet kept popping up messages, and the ringtone rang again and again, but he just didn't answer it or look at it, but he would charge it again and not let the phone turn off.

His addiction to cigarettes became very heavy, sometimes in the living room in the middle of the night he could smell a smell of smoke coming from the bedroom, he guessed that Wen Hexi didn't sleep at night again and got up to smoke.

Something should have happened between Wen Hexi and Lin Yuanzhi, otherwise Wen Hexi would not be like this, there are only two people who can make Wen Hexi like this, one is dead, and the other is Lin Yuanzhi.

He was very envious of Lin Yuanzhi, because if it was Lin Yuanzhi, he would have the qualifications and courage to go up and snatch the cigarette from Wen Hexi's hand, and kiss him hard.

And he'll never be able to.

The night sky was cloudless, and the moonlight shone unobstructed, dimly outlining the person hidden in the darkness. A thin black long-sleeved T-shirt wrapped his thin figure, and his red hair was slightly darkened in the night.

Wen Hexi held a cigarette between her fingertips, and her arms hung lazily out of the window.

In fact, the pain is not that bad anymore, but the pain penetrating into the bones is still tormenting him, making him want to smoke. He always thinks about the conversation that day, and whenever he thinks about it, his mind will automatically imagine being helpless at that time The fragile Lin Yuanzhi.

The thorns all over Lin Yuanzhi's body would prick people with blood if he got close, but under the thorns was a body full of scars.

He hates his thorns, and loves his scars.

This is not opposite, just like love and hate can coexist, he has always been so contradictory towards Lin Yuanzhi, love and hate are entangled, and they have long been inseparable.

The wind made him a little cold, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Suddenly, a coat was thrown up and just covered him. He straightened it with his hands, and the large windbreaker covered his entire upper body.

There was still another person's temperature on the windbreaker, it was warm, and the chill in his body disappeared instantly, and the pain that had been tormenting him deep in his heart also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. The sharp cigarette was snatched away, and the slender and bony fingers inserted between the fingers, tightly clasping his hand.

He was familiar with the calluses on the opponent's fingers, and when he touched his lower back, it made him shudder and couldn't help moaning.

The back of the hand touched two soft petals, Lin Yuanzhi stood under the window, kissed the back of Wen Hexi's hand, his fingertips were soaked in the smell of smoke, and the choking smell entered his nostrils when he got close.

None of them spoke.

The evening wind blew quietly, and the tightly clasped hands conveyed the scorching temperature, and also conveyed the unspeakable love, which silently penetrated into the bones of people.Some people's love is hidden, destined to be unknown, just like Wen Hexi's three years of waiting, he never mentioned I love you, he only mentioned money.

But every minute he stayed by Lin Yuanzhi's side, he said wordlessly: Wen Hexi loves Lin Yuanzhi to death.

In every ounce of hatred he has for Lin Yuanzhi, there is buried love that was once unspoken.

"Lin Yuanzhi, I want to kiss you." Wen Hexi said suddenly, "But I don't want to bend over."

He wants Lin Yuanzhi to love him and kiss him.

"Wait for me." The clasped hands were released, and the owner of that hand disappeared into the thick night.

Lin Yuanzhi ran to the security room of the community, threw down a few banknotes, took the two chairs from the security guard, and ran, "Borrow it."

Back under the window, he built two chairs together and climbed up, his feet were a little unstable, he held onto the window frame, now he was taller than Wen Hexi, "You don't have to bend down, I will come to kiss you."

He leaned over and put a stamp on Wen Hexi's lips. Wen Hexi gently held his face in his hand, deepening the kiss.

They kissed passionately, tenderness and roughness were entangled, and they couldn't tell each other apart. Lin Yuanzhi kissed to the point of forgetfulness, let go of the window frame, and stretched out to Wen Hexi's face.

However, his feet were not stable, and the two stacked chairs fell over, and he fell on his back.

He was lying on the ground in embarrassment, looking at Wen Hexi's shoulders shaking with laughter, he couldn't help laughing, lying on the ground for a while, he laughed enough, he struggled to get up, the wound on his leg seemed to be split open I can even smell a bloody smell. I don't know if the abdominal wound has opened, but it hurts badly.

He leaned against the wall to stand firmly. He didn't dare to use his injured leg. The weight of his whole body was supported by the other leg. He reached out and hooked Wen Hexi's hanging hand.

Grip tightly.

People will not die without love, but...with love, people have a meaning of living.

Love, romance, ideals, faith, hope and light are the reasons why people love life.