Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: Originally, I wanted to use what Qiuqiu scolded Cen Nan as the title - "You pervert!"

Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan didn't go back today, they lived in the apartment. Anyway, they had everything they needed. Before they went out, they put out dog food and water for Maodou, so he wouldn't worry about starving him.

Liang Muqiu opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, not only found the pajamas, but also two neat boxes of underwear, picked up the box on the left, which was exactly his size.

He gave Cen Nan a hard look, "You're somewhat perverted."

Cen Nan calmly turned over old accounts, "I bought your college underwear, and you still insist that I bought you a pair of underwear."

Liang Muqiu kicked him and went to the bathroom with his pajamas in his arms.

The night fell, and after seven years, the two of them were lying in this bedroom again, on this bed.

It feels subtle.

Familiar, yet a little strange.

Screenwriter Liang pondered for a while, and according to his usual script routine, he felt that it was a bit like a wedding night and a bridal chamber.

He couldn't help laughing.

Cen Nan took him into his arms and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Thinking of the day we just moved in, I changed from a high school student to a college student, and I moved all my belongings here," Liang Muqiu also had a smile in his eyes, "I remember I brought a set of stereos, which I brought with me from high school. I bought it for a scholarship and put it in the study at the time. You brought several SLRs, but I didn’t see how you used them, and I gave them all to my juniors at a low price in the second year.”

He thought for a while, then kicked Cen Nan under the quilt again, "Extravagance and waste, since childhood."

There is a basis for what he said. In high school, Cen Nan showed a luxurious and licentious style, completely ignorant of suffering in the world.

When I think about it, I will never be hard and simple when I was a child.

Cen Nan held his waist lightly, "But didn't I let you take care of my finances later on? I handed in all the money for stocks, wealth management products, scholarships, and extracurricular projects, and I only had cigarette money. It's all gone."

Liang Muqiu thought about it, and laughed again.

Because he cried for too long at night, even though Cen Nan put ice cubes on him just now, his eyelids were still a little swollen.

But since dinner, he has been laughing.

It seems that he has rarely been so happy in all these years.

Although he had a good life, he was promoted steadily at work, his relatives and friends were always by his side, he had a lot of hobbies, he had leisure and money, nothing was wrong with him.

But without Cen Nan, his happiness seems to be missing a corner, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle forever missing, and only he himself knows where it is.

Only now, when he and Cen Nan cut apart the past choked in their hearts, washed the darkest fragments with clean water, and put them together again, did he feel that he had become complete.

He couldn't help hooking Cen Nan's neck, and hid in his arms like before, rubbing the tip of his nose against Cen Nan's neck affectionately and dependently.

He drank some champagne during the meal just now, and Cen Nan said that he wanted to confess his love to him. He drank a little too much and thought it was nothing at first, but now the quilt is warm and warm, but the alcohol he drank hits his face like steam.

Liang Muqiu's cheeks were pink on both sides, and he didn't know whether he was drunk or dry. His lips were always soft, as red as a rose, with beautiful lip lines, especially when he smiled.

His eyes looking at Cen Nan were also sparkling, as if he was really drunk and a little clingy.

Cen Nan didn't want to be a gentleman, so he reached out and rubbed his lips, and asked him, "Do you remember that when you just moved, you bought a fine velvet blanket, and you said it was bohemian style?"

Liang Muqiu's mind is a little confused now, "No, I don't remember."

Cen Nan was a little dissatisfied, "Why don't you remember?" He leaned closer, facing Liang Muqiu's nose, his voice hoarse and low, "Didn't you do it on that blanket the first time you and I moved into our new home? "

As he spoke, he bit Liang Muqiu's lower lip, and the tip of his tongue swept across his lips.

Liang Muqiu's mind went crazy, he instinctively felt that it was a little dangerous, and he also backed away.

He remembered it now, no wonder he didn't remember, the blanket was useless after being messed with by them once, and he rushed Cen Nan to throw it away while it was dark.

Seeing that Cen Nan looked dangerous, he hurriedly stopped him, "Don't try to relive it, I am old now, and I can't stand it."

He is not a youthful 20-year-old who can still roll on the cold floor for another night.

Cen Nan still ignored him, and leaned over to kiss him on the lips. Cen Nan was always a bit rough when he was with his relatives, and a gentleman's skin couldn't hold back when he was on the bed. fierce.

He put his hand on Liang Muqiu's waist, and his fingers lifted the edge of the pajama pants, stretched them in, across the thin white back, waistline, and all the way down.

Liang Muqiu felt like a piece of soft dough, kneaded into various shapes by Cen Nan, the temperature in his palm was so hot that he almost melted away.

When Cen Nan's kiss fell on his ear, he was breathing unevenly, panting and clutching Cen Nan's lapel, he reminded subtly, "No, I didn't bring any tools."

When he got into Cen Nan's car today, he never expected this to happen.

Unexpectedly, Cen Nan kissed his neck, looked up at him, and said casually, "Yes, it's in the bedside table next to you."

Liang Muqiu: "..."

Cen Nan said brazenly, "This apartment has been reproduced, it must be exactly the same as before."

Back then, there were a lot of various things stuffed in their bedside cabinets. Young and energetic college students were more vulnerable to teasing than cats in spring.

Liang Muqiu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed: "You are perverted!"

But it's too late to say he's a pervert now. He couldn't wake up when he was able to escape ten years ago, and fell into a trap in a daze.

The pale silk pajamas fell from the edge of the bed to the floor, crumpled into a mess.

A plain white hand grabbed the edge of the bed, straightened and tightened, the nails were round and plump, and the knuckles were white because of the force, but the knuckles were powdery, like rouge melted on the white snow.

The palms of the hands were soaked with sweat, and the slender fingers clenched the sheet tightly. Because of too much force, the dark blue silk was faintly visible between the fingers, like undulating mountains.

The room is very dark, but there is a bedside lamp, painted in the shape of flowers, illuminating the blurred and intoxicating atmosphere of the room.

There are intertwined shadows on the wall, fused together, like a drop of water meeting another drop of water.

After an unknown amount of time, the hand beside the bed suddenly relaxed and fell down from the side of the bed.

The slender and fair arms, set against the dark quilt, are as finely crafted as white jade, but the wrists are full of hickey marks, the color of peach blossoms, ambiguous and embarrassing.

But the slender fingers had no strength at all, hanging down feebly, even the fingertips were covered with lumps of powder, as if they had been nibbled between the lips.

Liang Muqiu was so tired that he fell asleep.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, but there was a gap in the middle, and the sky full of stars could be seen.

In the starlight, Cen Nan looked down at Liang Muqiu.

He squeezed Liang Muqiu's right hand, his fingers passed over his ring finger, and then interlocked.His hands were slightly bigger than Liang Muqiu's, and they just wrapped around them.

He remembered that in Chicago, at the end of his life, his grandma had a bad memory and was not conscious, telling him the story of her encounter with grandpa over and over again.

The grandfather who was originally Chinese came back to China by chance and fell in love with her when he was young. He recklessly bought a wreath bracelet and gave her to her. Since then, he has settled in this land with his blood.

She said happily, "He is a fake foreign devil who doesn't understand poetry at all, and he only reads a few sentences. He doesn't hold his hand and grow old with him, or he wishes to be worthy of virtue and join hands."

But her lover didn't grow old hand in hand with her, and left her behind 20 years ago, leaving her alone in the world.

So she looked up again, "Cen Nan, you want to grow old with the person you like."

Cen Nan lowered his eyes and kissed Liang Muqiu's finger again.

He will.