green eyes

In the dream, Cheng Jun hugged me, loved, caressed, and kissed me, and I cried and kissed him back, holding him tightly.

When I woke up, I didn't know where I was, my whole body was sore and limp, I moved, and my consciousness slowly returned to my brain, Cheng Jun died!There was a sharp pain in my chest, as if it was broken. I wanted to curl up, but I couldn't help but choked up, and then I found that my body was hugged tightly. I moved, and felt that I was lying on a warm body. The legs were opened and looped around a muscular waist, and the body was not wearing anything, obviously the other body that was skin-to-skin was also not wearing.

I opened my eyes and saw Cheng Jun looking down at me, his eyes were bottomless.

Am I still dreaming?

Cheng Jun supported the back of my head with one hand, and adjusted his posture so that I could see his face better: "Are you awake? I'm not dead."

I opened my eyes wide and wanted to speak, but found that my voice was unbelievably hoarse. Cheng Jun patted my face lightly: "I have resold the car, and you recognized the wrong person. You were already unconscious when I rushed over." , No matter how I talked to you, there was no response, and there was no way to take the corpse out of your hands, so I had no choice but to give you a sedative."

I gradually understood the truth, I didn't know whether I wanted to cry or laugh, I looked down at myself, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are the clothes..."

Cheng Jun said in a low voice: "You are covered in minced meat and dirty blood, I cleaned it for you."

I wanted to get up from him, but was limp and weak, my senses slowly returned to my limbs, and then I felt... something inside me... I widened my eyes and looked at Cheng Jun: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Jun slid his hands down and pinched my waist, and straightened his posture fiercely. I snorted and softened, and was pressed into my arms by him, and he pushed me twice. How long have you been in a coma? Today is the third day. After the sedative passed, you woke up in a daze. No matter how you talked to you, you didn’t respond... They suggested electric shocks. I was reluctant, so I had to try this trick. Maybe this will make you realize that I'm still alive..."

I think of that broken and chaotic dream where I cried and begged Cheng Jun not to die. I love him, and the roots of my ears gradually heated up, but I saw Cheng Jun lowered his head and kissed my lips, hugged me and pushed him up fiercely, my hands and feet were sore , my head felt dizzy after being pressed against it for a while, but my body was surged up by this familiar provocation. The pleasure was unbearable, and I couldn't help moaning and begging for mercy: "Farewell...no more." He turned around Pressing me down on the soft cushion, striking vigorously, I opened my eyes weakly, but saw the golden cage roof...

We are actually in that huge birdcage!

Cheng Jun is really crazy.

His skin is very hot, sticking to my body, rubbing his palms mercilessly, his mouth is biting me repeatedly, with great force, it must have left traces, but the pain made me gradually fall into love, and gradually return to Hold him, feel his heartbeat...he's alive, he's really alive.When I climbed to the top, my eyes turned black, but Cheng Jun forcibly hugged me tightly, not allowing me to flinch or dodge.

After finishing the work with difficulty, Cheng Jun hugged me, pushed open the door of the birdcage, put me in the bathroom for a brief rinse, and took me out again to dress me.I was completely useless in my hands and feet, so I could only be at his mercy. He put me back on the bed. I was still attracted by the huge birdcage, but I couldn't think about the movements behind the birdcage.

Cheng Jun brought a bowl of shredded chicken porridge for me to drink, wiped my mouth for me, and then took a stack of paper from the table and put it in front of me.

It's my painting.

The shades of the painting are all 17-year-old Cheng Jun, naked, cooking, and playing football. Various colored pencils are drawn alternately, with a light and delicate luster under the light, young The boy's eyes are clear, his expression is vivid, and he is vivid on the paper, and he can tell at a glance how much affection he carries—it was the product of that showdown between me and Cheng Jun, a certain night.My face was flushed with shame, and Cheng Jun flipped through the pages one by one, whispering, "Are you still not admitting that you love me?"

I shut up.