three feet away from me

It was late at night, and deep in the bed curtains, the young man was groaning incessantly.

Du Xingqing held Wen Xucong's waist, and lowered his body. Wen Xucong's hand holding the bed sheet tightened suddenly, and let out an unbearable moan.

The curtains were not down, and Wen Xucong tilted his head halfway. Through the moonlight, Du Xingqing saw? Wen Xucong's watery eyes, and the corners of his lips tightly pursed.

Obviously he was the one who tormented people, but Du Xingqing couldn't take it anymore.

Letting go, Du Xingqing turned him over and picked him up. Wen Xucong sat on his lap, hugged his neck with both hands, and put his head softly on Du Xingqing's shoulder.

But Du Xingqing didn't let him act like a baby, pinched Wen Xucong's chin to make him raise his head, and slid his finger on the young man's bright red lips. Du Xingqing looked into his eyes and sighed softly: "Tell me, Xucong Cong, what are you thinking?"

In the past few days, Wen Xucong has been gentle and accommodating, almost to the point of being submissive and well-behaved. He wakes up early every day. Du Xingqing does whatever he asks him to do without saying a single word, just now on the bed, Wen Xucong Xu Cong is also silently tolerant.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of Wen Xucong, but when Du Xingqing looks out of the window in the morning, when he looks up and says yes with a smile, when he bears it unconditionally, he always feels the young master in his eyes Well concealed, that kind of careful sadness.

Du Xingqing felt it was very strange, the two of them were so close, so close, Du Xingqing still felt that the person in his arms couldn't be held back, and would always turn into a wisp of catkins that he couldn't catch at a certain time. Float away.

He didn't want Wen Xucong to be like this, and he secretly kept his sadness in his heart, but he smiled at him on the face.

Wen Xucong hadn't recovered from the orgasm just now, and looked at him blankly and helplessly, with doubts in his eyes, why didn't you hug me?

Du Xingqing leaned over and hugged him, and patted his shoulder lightly: "Xu Cong."

Wen Xucong blinked: "Huh?"

"During dinner, you said I was unhappy, so why are you unhappy?" Du Xingqing's voice was very soft, soft like the wind blowing over the treetops, making the stamens sway gently: "You want to make me happy , I also want to make you happy, Xu Cong, these days? What are you thinking?"

Wen Xucong heard it clearly, and he lowered his head. He saw this sight? The bed that was messed up because of two people's mischief, and the ankle that was exposed when he was pressed on Du Xingqing's clothes. , with red marks on it.

"I didn't think about anything..." After a long time, Wen Xucong raised his head and slowly tightened his arms around Du Xingqing: "We have been here for 27 days, Xingqing, it's time to go back."

He and Du Xingqing indulged in sex and sex for more than 20 days in the mountains, and Wen Xucong was content.It's just that Du Xingqing, a delicate and precious young master, was tricked into coming here by him, and there are not many days left, thinking right? He is better, nothing is enough, and he needs to be better.

Du Xingqing hugged Wen Xucong's hand for a while.

The two of them had a tacit understanding with each other in the mountains, and they didn't mention a single word about those things in the capital. Wen Chengyu's injury, Du Yuansou's rebellion, and the emperor's pressure, but at certain times, because of fear, they stopped. Things that are not mentioned will always turn into the most difficult monsters one day, and they will be caught off guard.

The dark clouds dispersed and came again, the moonlight on the window sill changed from bright to dim, and then gradually brightened again, the two people in the room were still close together.

I don't know how long it took, but Du Xingqing laughed: "I thought we could wait? until autumn? before going back. The capital city is hotter than the mountains."

Wen Xucong also laughed.

Du Xingqing touched his face, Wen Xucong looked up at him, and then Du Xingqing continued: "Since you want to go back, let's go down the mountain tomorrow morning."

Wen Xucong buried his head on Du Xingqing's shoulder, his muffled voice was indistinct: "Okay"

Not long after, Du Xingqing felt hot and humid on his shoulders. He stroked Wen Xucong's hair and sighed silently: "I'm not happy about going back, why are you crying?"

Wen Xucong grabbed Du Xingqing's clothes and didn't raise his head. The tear stain on Du Xingqing's shoulder was so hot that Du Xingqing also ached from the scorching heat, as if he was being roasted on a fire.

"Don't cry, be obedient." Du Xingqing pulled the young man up, swept the boy's red and swollen eyes with his fingertips, and wiped away the tears from Wen Xucong's face. Du Xingqing coaxed him: "My shoulders are all covered by yours Tears are burning red, we will not eat roasted rabbits from now on."

Wen Xucong's eyelashes were wet in strands, and he was frowning in discomfort, but he smiled.

Du Xingqing pulled up the clothes on his shoulders for him, kissed him on the face, and rubbed his hair: "Such a good-looking young man who smiles, don't cry in the future."

Wen Xucong met his eyes, as always: "Okay."

Du Xingqing pulled him into the quilt: "Sleep, tomorrow? Get up early."

Wen Xucong closed his eyes: "Yes."

They stayed in the mountains from midsummer to early autumn, and they were about to leave before the first yellow leaf of autumn fell, or before the sweet potatoes in the box were eaten up.

The author has something to say: the young master and the young master are going back, let's all cry together.