three feet away from me

In the end, it was Wen Xucong who took Du Xingqing and dragged him away.

Du Xingqing stretched out his hand to the gradually distant street: "I think I can still buy it."

Wen Xucong: "No, you can't."

I went for a walk in the middle of the day, and when I came back, both of them were covered in sweat. Du Xing brought some water, and both of them washed themselves.

Wen Xucong was wearing a snow-white jacket, and Du Xingqing was the one who went out to pour water. At some point, this man had already run to the bed, tucked in at the corners of the quilt, leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed. Looking at him brightly?

"You are..." Du Xing? Qing was stunned for a while, and looked out the window? The bright sun: "Going to sleep?"

Wen Xucong patted the bed next to him: "Yes."

But now? It's the end of the time. Du Xingqing swallowed the words that came to his mouth. There is nothing wrong with harvesting in autumn, storing in winter, and taking a nap in summer.

Du Xingqing thought about it, and went to bed with peace of mind.

Feeling something wrong, when Du Xingqing lay on the bed and closed his eyes, listening to the gust of wind outside the window, Wen Xucong fell asleep next to him again, and felt that life was comfortable and smooth for a while, could it not be better? , relaxed his mind, tilted his head, bumped into Wen Xucong, and fell asleep not long after.

Wen Xucong was closing his eyes, when he heard the voice beside him became soothing and long, he opened his eyes, and from this angle, he could only see the smooth chin of the young master, Wen Xucong moved slightly to the side.

Du Xingqing tilted his head, his nose bridge was high, his eyelashes were black, casting a shadow on his face, his skin was fair, and even with his eyes closed he couldn't stop his high spirits.

He? How nice? Look!Wen Xucong watched it for a long time, but in the end he didn't know how he fell asleep.

When they woke up, it was already dark and the lights in the room were not lit. Du Xingqing was looking at them with his head on one hand.

Wen Xucong opened his eyes in a daze, Du Xingqing laughed and said, "Wake up!"

The drowsy Wen Xucong plunged his head into the pillow, didn't wake up, and was still able to sleep.

"Don't go to sleep," Du Xingqing patted Wen Xucong's back, then pinched his chin and raised his face, his voice was very soft: "Anyway, we won't be able to sleep tonight."

Wen Xucong put his head on his hand, looked up at him, his eyes sparkled.

Du Xingqing took a breath, put him back on the pillow, and got out of bed to find a candle.

He took the torch and lit the candlestick beside the bed. Du Xingqing turned around to see whether it was Wen Xucong or Du Xingqing who put him on the bed before getting out of bed. Fell asleep.

"Xu Cong."

Du Xingqing sat back on the bed helplessly, and pulled him up again. Wen Xucong hung his head and put his hands on the quilt. Those who didn't know thought he was angry.

The candle was full of flames, and the young master under the lamp seemed to be made of jade, exuding an elegant and poetic atmosphere.

Lifting Wen Xucong's head, Du Xingqing looked at them, and Wen Xucong looked at him too. The windows were closed, the room was very quiet, and the candle was quietly burning beside it.

Du Xingqing lowered his head, and slowly approached them. Their lips were pressed together. Wen Xucong raised his head and was forced to intertwine with them.

For some things, once you have tasted a bit of sweetness, you will know the taste, and you can't help but think about it again? One more time, is it possible to do something more extreme?

Wen Xucong raised his head and lay obediently in his arms.

Because of this panting, Du Xingqing became a little clearer. He pushed Wen Xucong against the head of the bed. Wen Xucong looked at him dimly with water in his eyes.

Du Xingqing's voice was a little hoarse: "We have gone too far."

The clothes of the two of them were in a mess, and Wen Xucong's clothes were fading to the waist, and there was a hickey mark on the neck.

Wen Xucong put his arms around Du Xingqing's neck, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips: "But, not at all."

The moon is particularly big tonight, the moonlight is scattered all over the ground, the pines are undulating in the forest, deep in the forest, pink flowers quietly reveal their stamens in the magnificent moonlight.

Wen Xucong's eyes were red and his brows were furrowed. He buried his head on Du Xingqing's shoulder with a pained and happy expression.

How could the cold and aloof young master be like this in the bed? He is obedient and forbearing, almost getting what he wants.

Du Xingqing seemed to have lost a piece of his chest, suddenly felt some pain, he tilted his head, Wen Xucong began to whimper, Du Xingqing kissed Wen Xucong's lips.

The wind in the forest was blowing harder, and it didn't know when it started to rain, pattering on the tile eaves of the hut. The two people in the room were so engrossed that they didn't know it.

Who can sleep in the long night?

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