The perfect game for personalities

There are many cheap small hotels next to and opposite the speakeasy, open all day, and the business is very good at night.

Xiang Zimo took Jiang Fei away from the hotel closest to the bar, 15 minutes after hanging up the phone.

He still smelled of alcohol, but his expression was as usual, and his steps were steady.

When Jiang Fei was dragged and hugged by him to the motorcycle, he was a little delirious and fell straight forward. Xiang Zimo could only hold him face to face with one hand, twist the key with the other, and get angry amidst the roar of the engine. Hurry home.

The wind at night was very cold, Jiang Fei was blown so that his back was chilled, and he instinctively shrank into the warm embrace.

He was pressed against Xiang Zimo's neck with his head pressed, panting lightly, his breath was surprisingly hot, smoking Xiang Zimo's protruding Adam's apple.

That's a critical part.

And what's worse, after Xiang Zimo drank, the back of his neck, which was blown up by the strong wind, went straight into his head, and his temples throbbed.

He likes riding a motorcycle very much, and what he likes is the freedom to release everything at extreme speed, but what is released this time seems to hide a crumbling rationality.

The adrenaline surged, and he felt an indescribable excitement. His heartbeat was so violent that he had to increase his strength, and tried his best to press the beating in his chest with his palm across the river.

The motorcycle stopped downstairs in the alley. He pulled out the key, picked up the man and hugged him across his arms, and went upstairs quickly in three steps.

On the fifth floor, he put his arms around Jiang Fei, and with the other hand he fumbled for the key from his trouser pocket.

But I don't know if it fell in the small hotel or on the ground, Xiang Zimo touched nothing, but because of such a touch, Jiang Fei fell into his arms while trying to avoid it.

His forehead brushed against Xiang Zimo's lips, and he froze immediately.

Blood was rushing from his temples, he was sure that he was drunk and not sober, and he even stood there for a few seconds before recovering.

If he couldn't open Jiang Fei's door, he had no choice but to take him back to his home, and went all the way to the bathroom without stopping.

Turning on the switch, he grabbed the shower head in a panic and pointed it at Jiang Fei's face. The cold water from the heater that hadn't been turned on made Jiang Fei shudder, and buried his head on his shoulder, hiding while talking vaguely.

The cold water also soaked Xiang Zimo's shirt. He reacted, turned off the switch, and turned on the water heater.

During the short time waiting for the water to heat up, he stood stiffly, only using his fingertips to support Jiang Fei's lower back to ensure that he would not fall down like soft mud.

He had already tried to avoid all physical contact, but Jiang Fei insisted on sticking to his body, clinging to him softly and bonelessly, and made a thin and weak moaning sound, as if he hadn't woken up, and also seemed to be dragging his nose In slimy coquettish.

Xiang Zimo tried his best to turn his head to the other side, ignoring him.

But the voice that drilled into my ear was too close, and it felt a little helpless.

For no reason, he recalled the time when he first picked up the kitten.

The current Jiang Fei is just like his kitten, pitiful, but also unknowingly, bewitchingly cute.

Xiang Zimo felt that he couldn't stay in this cramped space any longer. He glanced at the temperature of the water heater, turned on the switch again, and tried the water temperature before pouring it on Jiang Fei's face. Twist to and fro, coughing from choking on the water.

"Do not..."

Jiang Fei seemed to be in a lot of pain, even with his eyes closed he looked terribly pitiful.

The long and slender eyelashes were tightly attached to the wet and white eyelids, trembling, like a little butterfly wilted by the rainstorm, they went straight to the tip of Xiang Zimo's unstable heart.

The tension in his mind was almost broken. He pushed Jiang Fei several times but failed to push him away cruelly. Instead, he made him fall into his arms, shivering and coughing lowly.

Obviously Jiang Fei was just dodging the shower head unconsciously, and obviously he didn't even know his movements, but he made this dodge so ambiguously.

Xiang Zimo's whole body tensed up, and his eyes were on fire.

He almost became angry from embarrassment, threw away the shower head, choked Jiang Fei by the back of the neck in the sound of rushing water, pulled him away from his arms, and squeezed his mandible even closer, his voice was a bit ruthless .

"Did you fucking do it on purpose?"

Deliberately put on such a posture, deliberately show weakness and get close, and deliberately seduce/lead.

Water got into Jiang Fei's mouth, and he squeezed her so hard that she couldn't breathe, her white face became even redder, crimson like fire, coughing intermittently, and spitting water from her mouth, her lips were glistening .

He struggled from his drowsy and hot consciousness, barely opened his eyes a little, and looked at Xiang Zimo blankly, almost childishly, the water vapor in the corner of his eyes did not know whether it was from choked tears or from the shower pocket. under the water.

Xiang Zimo also looked at him.

Looking at his beautiful appearance like a lotus, like a narcissus boy in the sky, he once fell, and fell into Xiang Zimo's house surrounded by the yellowed walls of this dilapidated building.

A sudden strange feeling was out of control.

Xiang Zimo couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple, slowly approached him with disordered breath, and then kissed him.

Lips touched for a moment, then suddenly moved away.

Xiang Zimo stood up abruptly in disbelief, as if realizing that he had been possessed by a ghost, and stared in horror at Jiang Fei, who had fallen limply in the water marks because he had no support.

He withdrew his gaze hastily, turned around and walked out, glanced at the mirror on the wall from the corner of his eye, only to realize that his face was also very red, and the tips of his ears were burning.

It's crazy.

He walked out with a livid face and slammed the door hard.

After waking up from a nap, Jiang Fei had a splitting headache, like the aftereffect of a hangover.

He didn't open his eyes, and while rubbing his temples, he turned over uncomfortably, and buried half of his face in the quilt as a habit.

It's just that the strange smell in his nose soon made him realize that this was not his home.

He opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and looked around, and when the tired dizziness gradually faded away, he also recalled what happened yesterday when he saw the room clearly, but his memory was blurred after being taken away by Xiang Zimo It's blurry.

There was the sound of something scratching the wooden board outside the bedroom door, as well as the faint and milky meowing of a cat.

Jiang Fei lifted the quilt, got out of bed, walked over, and opened the door.

The kitten happily circled around his feet, rubbing its furry head against his exposed ankles.

While looking down at the kitten, Jiang Fei glanced at the pants he was wearing from the corner of his eye, and was startled.

He looked down at his jacket in surprise, only to realize that the clothes he was wearing didn't fit well. The baggy short sleeves and knee-length shorts were more than one size too big, which looked like pajamas.

He stared down at his trousers, suddenly his face became a little subtle.

He hurriedly passed the kitten and walked out. After searching around, he saw his wet clothes on the bathroom floor.

In addition to tops and pants, there are...

Jiang Fei curled up her toes a little stiffly, her face felt a little hot.

The kitten also limped along, looking up at him with its little head up.

Jiang Fei bent over and hugged it in his arms. While stroking the soft fur, he walked out of the bathroom slowly, and calmed down to look at Xiang Zimo's home.

The layout here is similar to the one opposite the one he rented. It is clean, but very messy. It can be seen that Xiang Zimo doesn't seem to care much, and only regards this place as a place to live.

He walked to the living room, bent down and picked up a sheet of music that fell from the table on the floor, on which he wrote a few lyrics randomly with a pencil, but was roughly crossed out, and the force penetrated the back of the paper. Very dissatisfied.

Jiang Fei was about to put down the score when he heard a click, and then the door not far in front of him opened.

Xiang Zimo, who was carrying the breakfast, looked up at him and stopped where he was.

It was bright in the morning, Jiang Fei was wearing his loose clothes, his hair was black and fluffy, his face was handsome and quiet, and he was hugging a fluffy kitten.

The moment he looked sideways, Xiang Zimo actually thought that he had become the boy transformed by the kitten, and it was his delusional illusion.

And Jiang Fei's voice fixed his eyes again.

"Excuse me, I just wanted to pick this up."

Jiang Fei put the score back on the table, expressing that he had no intention of peeping.

Xiang Zimo brushed past his pair of white and thin calves without a trace, the moist skin seemed to be shining, stabbing him so much that he didn't dare to look more, and staggered his gaze as if to cover up.

He closed the door, put the breakfast on the table, deliberately avoided contact with Jiang Fei, and said lightly with his back to him.

"Go back after eating."

After a pause, he whispered again in a complicated tone.

"Don't go with strangers indiscriminately in the future, if I didn't come last night, you might be..."

Last night, after Jiang Fei fell asleep, he contacted Sister Xue, and only then did he know the ins and outs of the matter.

The band member who had a bad intention for Jiang Fei had already confessed what he had done, so Xiang Zimo knew that Jiang Fei was cheated because he was worried about him.

He was annoyed at Jiang Fei's stupidity, and blamed him for being nosy, but also felt a little uncomfortable.

At the end, there was a sharp rush in his tone, and Xiang Zimo realized that he was wrong, and cut off the conversation in time.

When he turned around and passed by Jiang Fei, the kitten meowed happily and stretched out its claws to grab him.

So Jiang Fei stuffed the kitten into his arms and said.

"Thank you for helping me last night, and this dress, I will return it to you after I go back and wash it."

The clear and peaceful tone made Xiang Zimo look at him again in a strange way, just hitting his black pupils.

In an instant, Xiang Zimo remembered that in the bathroom last night, his eyes were watery and the corners of his eyes were red.

He gritted his back molars, and was silent for a second, then abruptly pulled away his heavy gaze, and walked into the room where he usually wrote songs without looking back, holding the kitten by the back of the neck.

The deep voice spoke quickly, as if avoiding something.

"no need."

He didn't hear Jiang Fei's answer, he closed the door and stood silently for a moment, but he was still thinking about last night in his mind.

Last night, he was afraid that Jiang Fei would get sick if he stayed in the bathroom for too long, so he took off his clothes and dried him and threw him on the bed.

Although he has restrained himself from looking at it, the slippery palms rubbing against it from time to time will always make his scalp numb, and even a little flustered. His heart, which has not been turbulent for several years, is violently uncontrollable.

He quickly stuffed the person into the bed in the bedroom, and stayed in the living room for a long time before he realized it. He only stuffed the person naked into the quilt he had slept on, which was really outrageous.

So annoyed and blushing, he found out the clothes he didn't wear often, and put them on Jiang Fei indiscriminately, and finally closed the bedroom door tightly, and fled.

I was really crazy last night because I was drunk.

Otherwise, how could his heart beat so fast.