Borrowing a Kiss

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After nine o'clock, most people got into the tents, some wrapped in blankets to watch the stars, and some played cards and games in small groups.

Liang Muqiu was also wrapped in a blanket to watch the stars. He sat at the door of the tent, with most of his body leaning out of the tent.

He lit a cigarette and chatted with Cen Nan, "I can see the stars like this in my hometown."

He didn't grow up in Bincheng when he was a child. Before elementary school, he lived with his mother in his grandmother's hometown. The cakes are delicious, and when I enjoy the shade in the yard at night, I can see the stars as soon as I look up, just like now.

He said, "Now this season, the toon in my yard will grow new shoots. My grandmother likes to make scrambled eggs with toon, but I couldn't stand the smell when I was a child."

Now that I have grown up, it is difficult to eat.Grandma is getting old, he and mother don't let her cook, just hire a nanny and let her play cards and go shopping happily.

Cen Nan knew that he was homesick, and knew that Liang Muqiu was thin-skinned and might not be willing to be exposed, so he said, "If you want to eat, I know a private restaurant has food, so I can take you there."

Liang Muqiu chuckled, almost choked on the smoke, waved his hand, "Forget it, I don't like it much."

He coughed several times, and Cen Nan patted his back lightly.

Cen Nan stared at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand. It was not the first time he saw Liang Muqiu smoking. In fact, Liang Muqiu was not considered a smoker. to the smell of smoke.

But he clearly remembered that when he was in college, Liang Muqiu didn't know how to smoke at all, and would occasionally kick him when he saw him smoking, deliberately not letting him kiss.

He gently touched Liang Muqiu's ear, and asked in a low voice, "I never asked before, when did you learn to smoke?"

Liang Muqiu looked up at him.

The two people's eyes collided, and the answer was clearly in their eyes.

Of course Liang Muqiu can tell lies. He is too busy at work and under too much pressure, so he learned from his colleagues.

But he looked down at the ground and said softly, "After you leave, it will happen before you know it."

Alcohol and tobacco are not good things, and he hasn't indulged in them so far, but after Cen Nan left, he was curious for a while, whether getting used to alcohol and cigarettes could temporarily forget Cen Nan.

He later found out that it was all a dream.

Cen Nan is more addictive than cigarettes and alcohol.

Cen Nan gently held Liang Muqiu's hand under the blanket, inserted his fingers between Liang Muqiu's fingers, and rubbed his fingertips against his phalanges.

No matter how many words of sorry he said, he seemed thin on this cold spring night in the mountains.

Liang Muqiu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and threw it into the trash can, "Forget it, don't talk about it. I think you are very familiar with camping. Have you ever been abroad with anyone, a classmate or a colleague?"

In fact, he was quite strange. After Cen Nan came back, he seemed to have cut off all contact with the United States, as if the seven years there were not worthy of his nostalgia, and he had never heard Cen Nan mention any particularly good friends.

"No, I went alone." Cen Nan said.

Liang Muqiu was even more surprised, "You don't have any friends there, do you?"

Cen Nan thought for a while, "Yes, but not particularly in-depth. You can drink and party, but I don't want to travel with them."

Traveling is always more intimate, it is not suitable to go with colleagues.

He had camped in the snow-capped mountains of Colorado. The mountains were covered with white snow. When everything was silent, he was the only one who was awake, looking at the mountains, as if he was the only one left.

There is loneliness, but he is not uncomfortable. Before he met Liang Muqiu and after he broke up with Liang Muqiu, he seemed to have been living like this.

He held Liang Muqiu's hand on his lips and kissed it lightly, his eyelashes lowered, "I thought at that time, it would be great if you were here. There are many places with beautiful scenery, and I want to take you to see them."

Liang Muqiu didn't withdraw his hand, but the place where he was kissed by Cen Nan was scorching hot.

After eleven o'clock, Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan went to the bathroom built by the camp to wash up, and then got into the tent, ready to sleep.

Although the ground in the camp was rough and cold, the air mattress they bought was of good quality, and it was quite comfortable to lie on. Covered with a thick blanket, they didn't feel cold in the mountains.

But Liang Muqiu still couldn't fall asleep. For the first time, he felt that he was a little sleepy. The tent was pitch black. He counted one hundred and eight ducks in his heart, but he still couldn't sleep. Finally, he couldn't help harassing the person next to him.

He gently scratched Cen Nan's palm with his index finger, and asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

Cen Nan closed his eyes, "No."

Liang Muqiu got excited, he and Cen Nan hadn't shared the same bed for seven years, but his body seemed to carry his own memory, and he didn't even realize that he had put his foot on Cen Nan's calf.

He suggested with great interest, "You can't sleep, so let me tell you a horror story. It's the one I told you this afternoon. Actually, I don't remember clearly. I made up a lot of it myself."

Cen Nan had no choice but to open his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Liang Muqiu, as if he had seen countless sleepless nights before when Liang Muqiu made him a monster.

Liang Muqiu blinked, with an innocent face, "You can tell me, anyway, you are a lawyer, you know a lot of strange cases, are there any thugs, male and female, and so on, just for me to use as material."

Cen Nan didn't want to say anything.

He is here for a date, the spring mountains are green, the night is slightly cold, the sweetheart is sleeping next to the pillow, who wants to spoil the scenery and talk about crimes.

His eyes darkened.

Liang Muqiu didn't want to think about it, it wasn't his first time camping, and he had long been used to the harsh and cold environment, so why it was still difficult for him to fall asleep.

It's not because the person next to your pillow is your sweetheart.

In this narrow tent, two people are squeezed on an air mattress, and they will bump into each other when they turn over, and the outside is quiet and silent, like a small island isolated from the world, only him and Liang Muqiu are left.

However, Liang Muqiu didn't understand the danger, so he looked at him eagerly and scratched his palm with his index finger, like a wild kitten who entered the house and was so pampered that he forgot to be vigilant.

He exhaled lightly, suddenly got into trouble, and stretched out his hand to push Liang Muqiu who was sideways back onto the mattress. Liang Muqiu was still covered, so he turned over, the quilt arched an arc, and his hands supported Liang Muqiu's sides .

Liang Muqiu was stunned and stuttered, "You, what are you doing, this is a tent..."

Cen Nan interrupted him, "Since you can't sleep, why not do something else."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Liang Muqiu's reaction, he lowered his head and kissed those lips that were chattering just a moment ago.Breaking into the teeth, holding the tip of the lips, provocative, seductive, lingering and fierce.

This is the wilderness, rounded up, it can be regarded as a place under the sky.

The scenery is so good, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright.

Under the same tent, they were secretly intertwining.

Liang Muqiu refused at first, but he didn't dare to make too much noise. The tent is not soundproof, but kissing and kissing, he fell into this deep kiss.

Cen Nan's eyelashes brushed lightly on his eyelids, and his hands were clasped by Cen Nan, his fingers intertwined, and even the fingertips felt numb.

After a while, Cen Nan let him go.

It took Liang Muqiu a long time to react, he was dizzy, unable to support himself, his voice was hoarse and vague, "You kissed me without my consent..."

The last three words were spoken very quietly.

Cen Nan looked down at him, his eyes stopped on his slightly swollen lips, but he humbly corrected himself and asked, "Then you let me kiss?"

let?

Liang Muqiu was so kissed that everyone was confused, staring at Cen Nan's rolling Adam's apple, hesitated, and gave a soft "hmm".

Cen Nan laughed shortly.

He fondly touched Liang Muqiu's temples, like the gentlest lover in the world, and asked, "Qiuqiu, this should be our first date after I return to China."

Liang Muqiu nodded confusedly.

Cen Nan said, "That's right, keep something different."

Liang Muqiu didn't understand, and tilted his head in doubt, but soon he understood what Cen Nan meant.

Cen Nan's kiss fell softly, from his lips all the way down, sucking his Adam's apple, and then biting his collarbone.

Then, Cen Nan looked up at him and got under the blanket.

Liang Muqiu let out a cry, and was afraid of being heard by others, so he bit his lip tightly.

He suppressed his voice, but the sentences were not continuous, "Cen Nan, don't... are you crazy..."

Cen Nan turned a deaf ear to it.

Of course he wasn't crazy.

How much he loves this person in front of him, so much that even he himself is startled, cold and hot, seven springs and autumns, all supported by his thoughts of Liang Muqiu.

He has long been out of order, yet he still wants to put on a gentle and refined mask in front of Liang Muqiu.

……

In the narrow tent, only Liang Muqiu's low panting could be heard. He was afraid of waking others up, so he could only bite the back of his hand and not make a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Muqiu called out again.

The quilt was lifted, and Cen Nan looked down at him again, his face was carved like a sculpture, and the outline was perfect in the darkness.

"Qiuqiu..." he called out.

Liang Muqiu closed his eyes, motionless like a fish on shore, pretending to be dead.

Cen Nan laughed, arranged Liang Muqiu's clothes, covered him with a blanket, and went out by himself.

It was not until after he left that Liang Muqiu dared to open his eyes.

He covered his face in disbelief, burning like he was about to burn.