Borrowing a Kiss

The hooligan admitted too quickly, and this kiss could not be called a real knife, it was just lips touching his cheek.

Liang Muqiu was stunned, and felt fussy even if he wanted to have an attack, so he could only suffer from this secret loss, glared at Cen Nan, and was not very comfortable getting in the car, so he snorted at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan thought it was quite interesting, and he was happy to be hummed.

When the two first got together, Liang Muqiu was only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was thin-skinned and well-behaved. After being kissed by him outside, he was embarrassed, and this was what he looked like.

The road out of the high-speed rail station has always been congested, and it is night now. It has just rained, and the road conditions are more tense than during the day. A series of cars form a long queue, slowly crawling like ants.

Liang Muqiu was bored in the car, so he cut Cen Nan's music and switched to the radio station to listen to the cross talk. As he listened, he himself became amused, and couldn't remember the "molest" a moment ago.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Cen Nan heard Liang Muqiu laughing, and glanced sideways at him.

Because it was cold in the mountains, Liang Muqiu was wearing a small blue lapel shirt with long sleeves, but when he raised his hand, a section of red was exposed on the side of his plain white wrist, warm and bright, it was a red bean bracelet, wrapped three times , hanging danglingly on the wrist.

He twisted his heart slightly, he remembered that he also gave Liang Muqiu a string of Nanhong bracelets.

When he gave it away, he had an impure heart, so now that he saw similar ornaments appearing on Liang Muqiu's body, he couldn't help being vigilant.

When they arrived at Yuhe Garden, Liang Muqiu naturally went to pick up Maodou.

Having not seen his own father for a few days, Maodou Pidianpidian ran out of the kennel to greet him, with something in his mouth, and put it in front of Liang Muqiu flatteringly.

Liang Muqiu took a closer look, hey, isn't this Cen Nan's marathon medal? There is no special treatment at all, and Maodou put it in the nest and used it as a toy.

He looked up at Cen Nan while stroking the edamame.

Cen Nan remained calm, "It likes it, so let it play."

Seeing that Liang Muqiu didn't accept the toy, Maodou happily picked it up and ran around.

It is very familiar with Cen Nan's house now, and it obviously regards this place as its own territory. It jumped onto the low sofa, automatically pulled a small orange cushion, and made a trip on it comfortably.

Liang Muqiu watched with a delicate mood, as if seeing the child he raised with his own hands being intimate with his ex-husband.

But this "ex-husband" didn't notice it yet, went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and came out to ask him if he wanted to eat supper.

"I made shrimp porridge, and I also bought roast duck rolls, taro cakes and chicken feet." Cen Nanwen looked at him gently, "You can leave after eating."

He had just gone to the kitchen to heat up the shrimp porridge, and Liang Muqiu was standing by the side of the kitchen, the heat and aroma faintly wafted in the air, which made him not very firm in his will.

Originally, I ate dinner early today, but now I have digested it cleanly.

Liang Muqiu thought for three seconds, and chose to join the enemy with his son, "Eat."

Cen Nan went into the kitchen to prepare supper.

Liang Muqiu sat on the seat and waited, very airy as a guest, and had no intention of reaching out to help.

The number of times he came to Cen Nan's apartment was actually not many, except for one meal, which was the time when he was drunk and brought back by Cen Nan, pressed on the bed and kissed.Since then, when he sent Maodou over, he only set foot in the porch, and didn't spend much time in the house.

But now he is sitting on the sofa, but he can't help but recall the drunk night in his mind.

Cen Nan held down his wrist and looked down at him, clearly Cen Nan had the upper hand, but staring at him like a defeated and cornered beast.

Liang Muqiu coughed, feeling a little hot for some reason, and when he turned his head and met Maodou's pure and innocent eyes, he became even more irritable.

He sat down on the sofa again, and leaned on the cushion to play with his mobile phone, but he always felt that there was something resting on him behind the cushion. He reached out and touched it, but found a box.

He has no penchant for touching things casually.

But the cover was not secure, and he held it in an incorrect posture, so the cover fell off loosely, revealing the black flannel inside and a well-preserved watch.

There is also a card under the watch, and the words Long Fei Feng Wu on it are Liang Muqiu's own words.

He was stunned for a moment.

What was in this box was given to Cen Nan by him. The 20th birthday present was bought with all the income from a project he participated in. It all looks a bit shabby.But it was the best he could give Cen Nan at that time.

Cen Nan was born in winter. He bought this watch from the window on a snowy day and walked all the way from the school gate to their apartment. His shoes were wet with snow, but he didn't feel cold, he just felt happy.

When he got home, he threw himself into Cen Nan's warm arms with a chill all over his body, impatiently took out the watch, and put it on Cen Nan's hand like a marriage proposal.

Liang Muqiu stared blankly at the watch in the box.

Since he came back, he hadn’t seen Cen Nan wearing it. He thought it had been lost by Cen Nan, but he didn’t want to put it in a box. It looked like it had been carefully cared for, and there were signs of wear and tear, but it was still worn. Silvery.

Even the cards he stuffed in the box are still there.

The inscription, "Gift to Cen Nan".

Signed, "Your husband".

At that time, he couldn't play prestige in bed, so he had to take advantage of it with his mouth.

Liang Muqiu took the watch out of the box and looked at it for a while, unable to tell what he was thinking.

At this moment, Cen Nan also cleaned up the kitchen, and walked to the living room with the dinner plate. As soon as he walked in, he saw the watch in Liang Muqiu's hand.

But he didn't say anything, he just put down the dinner plate and lined up the dishes on the coffee table.

Liang Muqiu put the watch into the box.

Cen Nan stuffed a pair of chopsticks into his hands, and his favorite roast duck roll was also placed in front of him.

He drank a few mouthfuls of hot porridge and ate another duck roll, but he still couldn't hold back and said, "I thought you threw this watch away."

Cen Nan's face was not very good, "Why did I throw it?"

Liang Muqiu took another sip of porridge, "We broke up, it's no fun to keep old things, and I've never seen you wear them, so of course I thought you couldn't find them."

Cen Nan was silent for a while, and then said, "I don't wear it because I'm afraid of losing it. I often wear it abroad, but before returning to China, one day its strap suddenly broke and fell outside. I searched for a long time before I found it. I came back. I didn’t dare to wear it anymore, and only occasionally sent it for maintenance and care.”

Liang Muqiu was taken aback.

He looked up at Cen Nan, Cen Nan spoke calmly, but looked straight at him with dark eyes.

He was overwhelmed by the look, and looked away, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He is reluctant to throw away a watch, and he has to find it if he loses it, so why throw him in the country for seven years, but he can't find it.

After supper.

Liang Muqiu spread out on the sofa for a while, stroking his belly, all for digestion.

It was almost twelve o'clock now, and he had no reason to stay here with Cen Nan anymore, but looking around, Maodou didn't know where to hide.

He stood up and wanted to find Maodou, but he didn't know if his legs and feet were weak and he couldn't stand firmly, so he fell to the side and landed on Cen Nan who was following him.

The two fell on the sofa together again.

Liang Muqiu managed to support himself with his arms, and propped his palms on Cen Nan's sides, so that he didn't really hit Cen Nan.

It's this posture...a bit ambiguous.

He squeezed one leg between Cen Nan's knees, forming a curve from his back to his waist, and propped his hands on both sides of Cen Nan's face. The face is also very close, but it sets off his face like white jade.

Liang Muqiu pursed his lips, and wanted to get up in embarrassment, but as soon as he exerted strength on his legs, an extra hand was placed on his waist, and he pressed heavily. Not only did he not stand up, but he fell firmly on Cen Nan's body .

Since high school, he couldn't beat Cen Nan because of his innate physical gap.

Liang Muqiu looked up at Cen Nan depressedly. Cen Nan's chest muscles were strong enough, and it didn't hurt much when he fell.

"What are you doing?"

Cen Nan grabbed his hand and put it on the side of his face. The red bean bracelet reflected his fine white skin, which was indescribably beautiful and clear.

He asked, "I wanted to ask in the car, did you buy this bracelet yourself?"

Liang Muqiu didn't understand why he asked this, "No, the screenwriter in the same company gave it to me. If I bought too much, he gave me a bunch."

Cen Nan subtly said "Oh" and asked again, "Male or female?"

Now Liang Muqiu understood.

With a little effort, he pulled his wrist out of Cen Nan's hand, stood up, and looked down at Cen Nan.

Anyway, it's an old lover who knows how to poke lung tubes best.

He smiled at Cen Nan, "The man is the screenwriter who lives in the same room as me."

He wanted to be angry with Cen Nan, and he was about to run away after speaking, but he was a step too late to escape.

Cen Nan pressed his back with one hand, reversed the positions of the two of them, and pressed him heavily under him. Cen Nan held the red bean bracelets in his hands, each round and hard, touching Liang Muqiu's skin.

Cen Nan lowered his head and kissed Liang Muqiu's lips.

It was completely different from the kiss that I had in the afternoon.

Cen Nan opened his teeth and sucked the tip of his tongue forcefully. The two bodies rubbed against each other, and the heat of Cen Nan's palm pressed against his waist.

Liang Muqiu was touched to the soft part of his waist, and flicked like a fish landing on the shore, but was suppressed again.

In the living room, there was only muffled humming, the sound of water intertwining lips and teeth, mixed with the rustling of bracelets shaking and colliding.

……

I don't know how long it took before Liang Muqiu could breathe freely again.

He was panting, his chest was rising and falling, his face was red from the kiss, and his lips were also red.

He gasped for a while, and cursed in a hoarse voice, "What are you crazy about?"

Thinking about it was not enough, and added another sentence, "Shameless."

Cen Nan smiled.

He raised Liang Muqiu's hand and kissed from the fingertips to the wrist, but his eyes were fixed on Liang Muqiu, and he lightly bit his wrist.

not heavy.

But this tingling sensation spread from the wrist all the way to Liang Muqiu's heart.

Liang Muqiu's face turned even redder.

He knew well that what Cen Nan cared about was not the bracelets, but making use of them.He was robbed by someone, twice in one day, he should have lost his temper and shocked his prestige, but in fact, he was like a fish on a chopping board, being kissed until his legs went limp.

I lost all face.

Thinking of this, he angrily pushed Cen Nan away.

This time, he succeeded.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and called Maodou's name loudly.

There was a sound of running, and the short-legged Corgi ran over from the bedroom and sat obediently in front of him.

Liang Muqiu picked up Maodou, and instead of looking at Cen Nan, he said in a low voice, "I'm taking Maodou home."

Cen Nan didn't stop him, but stood up from the sofa and followed behind Liang Muqiu.

Obviously, there were no more ambiguous actions, but Liang Muqiu felt that the heat on his face hadn't subsided during the walk from the living room to the entrance.

But when he was about to reach out to grab the doorknob, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Cen Nan.

Under the light, Cen Nan was still wearing a loose white T-shirt, but the waist was wrinkled because of his scratching just now.

Cen Nan asked him, "What's wrong?"

Liang Muqiu frowned and didn't speak.

He was hugging Cen Nan just now, and his fingers seemed to have touched something.

He thought about it, and finally held Maodou with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and lifted the corner of Cen Nanbai's clothes.

Liang Muqiu's fingertips were soft, but they were a little cold when they touched the flesh.

Cen Nan subconsciously wanted to hide, but in the end he didn't.

The corner of the clothes was pulled away, exposing the skin of Cen Nan's abdomen.

I saw a palm-long scar near the hip bone. Although it had healed for a long time, it still looked hideous.