warm pulse

That night, Qin Chengqian couldn't fall asleep for a long time. In the afternoon, An Yang's moist kiss with tears seemed to be still imprinted on his chin, and it didn't disperse. He didn't know how many times he reached out to touch the small piece touched by An Yang The touched skin, the corners of the mouth uncontrollably raised crazily.

The moonlight outside the window was very bright against the background of the white snow, and a little light was still scattered through the thick curtains, everything in the room was hazy, soft and quiet.

An Yang slept on the other side of the bed, curled up in a small ball under the quilt, his body moved up and down evenly with his breathing, like a small animal.

Qin Chengqian felt itchy in his heart, and had a vague expectation for An Yang's unconscious throwing himself into his arms.

But An Yang was surprisingly honest, his posture hasn't changed since he fell asleep.Qin Chengqian couldn't help being a little unwilling, half-sit up and began to study this person's back, and at the same time he was angry in his heart, he moved around when he didn't want you to move, and slept so peacefully when he wanted you to move, you...you really can torture people !

After a while, Qin Chengqian sighed helplessly, and reached out to tuck him in the quilt, who made him your little ancestor...

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Qin Chengqian's hand touched the quilt, An Yang trembled slightly...

Qin Chengqian was silent for two seconds, and tentatively called softly: "Yangyang?"

An Yang didn't move, but his breathing became obviously slower and lighter.

"Did you sleep?" Qin Chengqian frowned, thinking that An Yang was not feeling well, so he reached out to touch An Yang's face, but unexpectedly touched his wet tears.

"Yangyang?!" Qin Chengqian was startled, turned on the bedside lamp, pulled An Yang's shoulder to turn him around, and then saw this man's face drenched with tears, how long has he been crying?He didn't even notice!

"Why are you crying?" Qin Chengqian looked at An Yang, and for the first time showed a serious and scary expression on his face.

An Yang broke free from Qin Chengqian's hand, and nestled back again, apparently not intending to talk to him.

Qin Chengqian simply got out of bed, walked around to An Yang's side, knelt down and stroked his hair gently, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Tell brother, okay?"

Neither of them took off the watches on their hands. At this moment, the two watches were very close to each other, shining a little silver light under the light of the bedside lamp.

An Yang suddenly asked without a trace: "Are they... really a couple?"

"Huh?" Qin Chengqian didn't quite react...

An Yang's voice was slightly choked, which was very distressing. He used this voice to ask another question: "Do you really like me?"

"Why don't I like you?" Qin Chengqian thought it was a question that had been clear for a long time, but he didn't understand why An Yang had doubts about it now, he really wanted to dig out his heart and show it to this person...

"Then why don't you like me...don't like me kissing you?"

"Who said I don't like it?"

"You don't like me touching you either, you always have to keep a long distance from me...you don't like me that way, do you just treat me like a younger brother? If so..."

Qin Chengqian's eyes were deep, and before An Yang finished speaking, he pressed down on the person and kissed him... An Yang's eyes widened instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to back away, but Qin Chengqian held the back of his head, and his lips and teeth intertwined. A long kiss, accompanied by the saltiness of tears...

After the kiss, An Yang's breathing was a little messy, and his tears had forgotten to flow...

As if not satisfied enough, Qin Chengqian lightly pecked An Yang's soft lips again, breathlessly said: "Do you think I don't want to?" He grabbed An Yang's hand and reached down, then An Yang Yang touched a place that was so hard and hot: "I don't like you, will I do this?"

An Yang's face burned up, and he quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock, but Qin Chengqian just held on to him: "Didn't you think I didn't touch you just now? Why are you scared again now?"

"I...I..." An Yang spoke incoherently, like a frightened fawn.

Seeing this person's appearance, Qin Chengqian's shoulders slumped, and he compromised helplessly again, hugging him into his arms to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...I won't do anything to you, I promise."

An Yang's body was unusually hot, but Qin Chengqian knew it wasn't a fever... An Yang huddled in Qin Chengqian's arms for a while, and suddenly said softly: "If you want it, it's actually okay..."

Qin Chengqian backed away a little, with a subtle expression on his face, he went to look at the person in his arms: "Where did you know about these messy things?"

An Yang buried his face in his chest, did not look at him, and replied in a childish tone: "I just know!"

Qin Chengqian laughed angrily, stopped asking more questions, and patted him on the back one after another, saying meaningfully: "When you are well raised, there will be times when you will cry."