Borrowing a Kiss

The author has something to say: Miscalculation, it seems, it’s not too sweet... But kiss, at least it’s a candy (Nod for sure)

When the show was over, Liang Muqiu had double images, but he stood up straight, and although his face was as bright as a peach blossom, he was still quite bluffing, as if he was conscious.

Song Wei couldn't figure out how much he had drunk, so he sent him to the car, and sat in the front seat as a substitute driver, but he was still worried, and asked, "Can you go back by yourself? Do you want me to see you?"

Liang Muqiu leaned on the back seat, his eyes glistened even more after drinking, and he slightly crossed Song Weiyi's eyes, all of which had an indescribably seductive taste.

But when he opened his mouth, he wanted to be beaten, "You have thin arms and legs, what are you giving me, I'm afraid you will be robbed."

Song Wei's teeth itch.

But when he saw Liang Muqiu propping his chin with one hand, his eyes were loose, but he didn't seem to faint, so he guessed that the drunk was still conscious.

He closed the car door for Liang Muqiu, "Get out of here, and send me a message when you get home."

Liang Muqiu nodded noblely and coldly, and waved to Song Wei, meaning to retire.

Song Wei was simply overjoyed.

It was already late now, the road was not too busy, and it didn't take long to arrive at the downstairs of Liang Muqiu's apartment.

With his remaining sobriety, he scanned the money for the master, locked the car himself, took the car key, and staggered up the elevator.

But when he got to the door of his own house, he couldn't open the door lock. After several fingerprints, the screen remained indifferent.

If he enters the password, his chaotic brain can't remember it.

After doing this several times, with a long beep, the combination lock of his house was automatically locked.

Liang Muqiu was stunned, thinking belatedly, he seemed to be locked in the gate of his own house.

He did not give up and pressed a few more times, but the combination lock remained unmoved, and when he was in a hurry, it would beep continuously.

Liang Muqiu was at a loss, he couldn't let Maodou open the door for him, at this point, Maodou, an old dog with a good sleep and rest, probably had already entered the nest to take a nap.

He thought, fortunately, he prepared dinner for Maodou, at least his son was not hungry.

He couldn't stand still, so he just sat on the ground.

He didn't know what to do. Now his mind was in a mess, and he was not sober because of the night wind.

There's no reason to be a drunk.

He neither thought that he could go to Song Wei nor that he could go out and stay in a hotel, but he thought nonchalantly whether he should just sleep at the door.

But he stayed at the door for no more than 2 minutes when the door facing him suddenly opened.

A tall and indifferent handsome guy walked out from the inside, wearing gray home clothes, frowning at him.

Liang Muqiu thought, wow, this handsome guy looks like my boyfriend.

He watched the handsome guy approaching gradually, reached out and touched his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing outside, why do you drink so much wine, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Liang Muqiu was startled when he heard Cen Nan's voice.

He stared at Cen Nan's face, but blinked his eyes without answering.

He remembered that the handsome guy in front of him didn't look like his boyfriend.

This is his boyfriend.

Cen Nan didn't know what the drunk in front of him was thinking, he could only smell a scent of powder and perfume mixed with alcohol from Liang Muqiu's body, as if countless people approached Liang Muqiu where he couldn't see.

This made his heart ache.

He glanced at the locked door behind Liang Muqiu and him, and vaguely guessed that the little drunk was locked outside.

Probably due to the effect of alcohol, Liang Muqiu changed his indifference in the past two days, leaned his back against the door panel, and stared at him without blinking.

With a face as gorgeous as a peach blossom, and clear eyes, he took off the small leather jacket in the car, leaving only the clean white shirt inside, like a love affair at the beginning of time.

At that time, Liang Muqiu was also like this, staring at him right and wrong, everything he thought was written in his eyes.

Cen Nan sighed, half-knelt in front of Liang Muqiu, and discussed, "You can't enter the house, and I don't know your password. Shall I take you back to my house first?"

Liang Muqiu still stared at him bewilderedly, neither saying yes nor no bad.

And Cen Nan didn't need an answer at all.

He was just asking hypocritically.

With a little effort, he circled Liang Muqiu's shoulder with one hand, picked up Liang Muqiu's leg with the other, and hugged him horizontally.

Liang Muqiu was very thin, leaning against his arms like a ginkgo leaf falling in the wind.

Cen Nan thought unhappily, and didn't know how Liang Muqiu took care of himself. Sooner or later, he had to be fed to gain weight.

He brought Liang Muqiu into the door. From the entrance, the lights were brightly lit all the way. Even though there were two guest rooms in the house, he carried Liang Muqiu directly into the master bedroom and put him on the bed.

There are no lights in the master bedroom, only the bedside table lamp emits a faint light.

Cen Nan helped Liang Muqiu unbutton him. He completely forgot that he was obsessed with cleanliness. He stuffed him into the quilt, took a towel wet with hot water, and wiped Liang Muqiu's hands and face. His movements were very careful, as if he was afraid of hurting Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu half-opened his eyes, looking at Cen Nan through the dim light.

He was really drunk.

For a moment, he couldn't even tell which year and which moment it was, and which Cen Nan was the gentle and careful person who took care of him in front of him.

It was Cen Nan who held him in the apex of his heart seven years ago.

It was the same Cen Nan who pulled away and left him to suffer alone.

He couldn't tell.

He stared intently at Cen Nan, thinking that Cen Nan was so good-looking. When Cen Nan transferred to another school in the third year of senior high school, the cicadas were singing and the sun shone through the green shade into the house. The young man in white was as straight as a stick of bamboo. , casually glanced at him sitting by the window.

At that time, he didn't know the magic power of this glance, and he didn't know how many years he would spend on this person.

He only thought silently in his heart, this transferred boy is really good-looking.

The same is true today.

In the dark bedroom, he couldn't help leaning towards Cen Nan's hand, like a cat whose fur was wet in a rainy day, begging for some tenderness from Cen Nan's palm.

He forgot all these years of waiting and suffering.

I only remember the temperature of this person kissing my lips.

"Cen Nan..." he called in a low voice, closing his eyes, "Cen Nan."

Cen Nan's hands trembled.

His palm was pressed against Liang Muqiu's face, it was very hot and soft.

Since the reunion, he longed for Liang Muqiu to call him like this countless times, and looked at him with trust again, as if the parting of these seven years had never happened.

His Adam's apple rolled, and the eyes staring at Liang Muqiu hid countless complicated emotions, and he also hid countless dark and dirty thoughts in his heart, each of which was enough to make Liang Muqiu call the police.

He endured and endured until his arms stiffened, and he slowly pulled his hands away from Liang Muqiu's face.

"I'll get you some water, you take anti-alcohol medicine, and get some sleep."

He pretended to be calm and got up from the bed.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would do something that Liang Muqiu would hate to the bone.

The temperature on the side of the face is gone.

Lying on the bed, Liang Muqiu opened his eyes blankly and scratched forward subconsciously. He watched Cen Nan leave the room with a ball of cotton in his throat.

He wanted Cen Nan not to leave, his heart was suspended in the air, but he couldn't say a word.

He watched Cen Nan leave, the door was ajar, and he was the only one left in the bedroom.

Liang Muqiu's heart fell from mid-air.

He slowly sat up from the bed, looked at this strange yet familiar bedroom, his mind was somewhat clear.

He looked around the room in a daze, and his eyes fell on the bedside table, where there was a framed photo, framing two young people with high-spirited expressions.

Liang Muqiu picked up the photo frame and looked at it carefully.

He recognized his 20-year-old self in the photo, wearing a small black coat, sticking to Cen Nan's body shamelessly, smiling silly, obviously he was taking pictures, but he didn't look at the camera, his eyes were glued to Cen Nan's body .

On the other hand, Cen Nan is calm, naturally dignified and indifferent, but if you look closely, you will find that Cen Nan's fingers are tightly intertwined with him, and there is an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, which is softer than this spring.

Liang Muqiu looked down at the photo, he couldn't remember where it was taken.

But he remembered.

He wasn't secretly in love with Cen Nan's Liang Muqiu.

Nor was it the 20-year-old Liang Muqiu who was used to being lawless by Cen Nan.

This is the seventh year since he broke up with Cen Nan.

The reason why he had the illusion that he didn't know what night it was was because this bedroom was clearly arranged according to the bedroom in the apartment where he and Cen Nan University lived together.

Liang Muqiu laughed in a low voice, tears dripping down on the photo.

Cen Nan, Cen Nan.

He doesn't understand.

Cen Nan got water outside, stood in the corridor to calm his mind for a while, and then returned to the bedroom with water and anti-alcohol medicine.

But as soon as he entered the door, he saw a man who should have been drunk sitting on the bed, and raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the voice, his face was still red, but his eyes became much clearer.

And in Liang Muqiu's hand, he was still holding the photo frame that should have been on the bedside table.

Cen Nan's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.

But he still pretended nothing happened and walked over to put down the tray.

"Drink some water and take the medicine, or you will have a headache tomorrow." He half-kneeled in front of Liang Muqiu, and gave Liang Muqiu the medicine and warm water.

Liang Muqiu didn't answer.

He looked at Cen Nan's open palm. The hangover medicine was white, which reminded him of the sleeping pills he took when he couldn't fall asleep in the two years after he left Cen Nan. One pill at a time would keep him dreamless all night.

Now, he can sleep without taking sleeping pills.

He suddenly smiled, and the circles of his eyes turned red. He asked Cen Nan, "What are you doing, Cen Nan? Didn't we agree that we have nothing to do with each other."

He was laughing, but his voice was trembling. He was drunk, and he had plenty of reasons to play a drunken madness.

Anyway, it doesn't count after dawn.

He asked: "Since you returned to China, you have been doing unnecessary things. You moved across from my house and came to cook for me. I broke my hand and you bandaged me. I was drunk and you picked me up. But we I can't be a friend, I can't be an old classmate, I don't want what you do."

Tears fell from his eyes, dripped on his knees, and melted into the black fabric, which could not be seen.

He stared at Cen Nan, "Are you guilty of me, pity me, or..."

He didn't go on.

Both the hangover medicine and the water glass fell on the light-colored carpet, and Cen Nan leaned forward, trapping him between his arms.

The eyes of the two people met each other, one had tears in their eyes, but the other seemed to be hiding a mountain rain.

Cen Nan also stared at him, his eyes were terribly dark, "I never thought of being your friend, I just want to be your lover."

Who is going to be friends?

Whether it was the first meeting in high school or the reunion now, he never thought of being friends with Liang Muqiu.

Ever since he saw Liang Muqiu, he just wanted to press him against the window and kiss him.

Liang Muqiu trembled in his arms.

He was terrified by Cen Nan's eyes, and instantly remembered the lie he had told, and panicked, "It's too late...I have a boyfriend."

He reunited with Cen Nan, and in the car, Cen Nan mistook Song Wei's phone call for his boyfriend.

But he heard Cen Nanji laugh contemptuously, "Qiuqiu, do you really think I didn't recognize that it was Song Wei?"

He approached slightly, nose-to-nose with Liang Muqiu, "Don't say you don't have a date, even if you have one, I'm going to grab it."

It's not that he never thought of letting go of the only person he ever loved in his life.

But when they met, he realized that it was all a joke.

Who can hand over his lover to others.

"I take care of you, cook for you, and fear that you will get sick, all because I love you. I moved across from you on purpose. Every day I open the door, I look forward to meeting you today, and I told you If so, I can be happy all day."

After seven years of not seeing each other, he didn't want to push Liang Muqiu too hard.

But he saw the makeup printed on Liang Muqiu's white shirt. He didn't know who left it at the party, maybe it was just an idler, but his heart was still burned into a wasteland by jealousy.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Wearing the mask of gentleness for a long time, even he himself believed it, but he was clearly not such a person.

No one spoke in the bedroom for a while.

The water splashed on the carpet seeped down and became icy cold.

Liang Muqiu turned his head away from looking at Cen Nan's face.

He sniffed, "Stop joking, how could we be together again."

"Back then I misunderstood that you were going to be engaged to Ruan Zhuxian. It was indeed my fault. But you wanted to stay abroad at the beginning, so it was not a lie to break up with me. What's going on with you now, do you regret it?"

Liang Muqiu laughed again, and he asked Cen Nan with tears in his eyes, "But why do you think that if you regret it, I will agree. Did you miss me when you left? I said I can go to you, I can stay with you Abroad. You don't want me."

It was Cen Nan who didn't want him.

He was weeping under the tree, and where was Cen Nan when the application materials for going abroad were scattered all over the floor.

"It's too late," he said hoarsely to Cen Nan, "The two of us, forget it."

After so many years, the relationship is deep and the relationship is shallow, there is only one sentence left, forget it.

Liang Muqiu took a deep breath and wiped away his tears to make himself less embarrassed.He is really sober now.

He put his hand on Cen Nan's chest and gently pushed it out. He wanted to leave, and if he stayed in this bedroom, he would fall short again.

But he failed to push Cen Nan away.

Cen Nan firmly grasped his hand.

In a flash, he was pinned down on the bed, and in the next second, his lips were almost brutally kissed.

Cen Nan kissed him.

This message ran through Liang Muqiu's mind in panic, and he struggled subconsciously.

But compared with Cen Nan's strength, it was never worth mentioning. He was tightly imprisoned on the bed by Cen Nan. The two adult men's bodies were together, struggling and pushing, and the silk quilt cover under him was twisted into an unbearable shape.

And Cen Nan kissed him fiercely all the time, he bit Cen Nan's lip, tasted the bloody smell like rust, this man didn't let go, like a wild beast locking its prey, it won't let go unless it dies.

Liang Muqiu couldn't resist, his body softened and turned into a puddle of water on the bed sheet.

He blinked, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

……

I don't know how long it took before Cen Nan let go of him.

Cen Nan still tightly clutched his wrist, looking down at him condescendingly. He had a gentle and handsome face, noble and elegant since high school, but at this moment, the corners of his lips were stained with blood, becoming ferocious and violent, as if he had finally She took off the appearance of a modest gentleman, revealing the beast hidden inside.

Liang Muqiu chuckled lightly.

After the reunion, Cen Nan withdrew all his sharpness in front of him and became gentle and harmless, so that he even forgot that Cen Nan had never been a humble and polite character.

It is Cen Nan who is so aggressive now and who will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Cen Nan looked at Liang Muqiu who was imprisoned in his arms, the corner of his mouth was bitten by Liang Muqiu, but this trace of blood woke him up instead.

He lowered his head, approached Liang Muqiu, and said in a low voice, "I didn't want to ask for your forgiveness. I was cowardly and selfish. I cut off all our ties with my own hands and lost you for seven years. This is all mine. Wrong, I will not defend myself."

"I just want to ask you for a chance of redemption, this time, you are the king," he looked at Liang Muqiu, his voice was more magical than the siren that seduced the sailors, "you can torture me, watch me struggle for you, put All the pain I gave you in the past seven years will come back in revenge."

"As long as you give me a little love, I will beg for you."

He kissed Liang Muqiu, which was much gentler than the fierce kiss just now.

"Would you like to try, Qiuqiu?" he asked, "I won't resist, you can do anything to me."

He smiled at Liang Muqiu. He was a handsome young man, but now he has become an unscrupulous adult man.

Liang Muqiu's chest heaved violently.

Want to try it?

Cen Nan has always handled him tightly, and he can see the secrets hidden in his heart at a glance.

He bit his lower lip, exerted all his strength, pushed Cen Nan away recklessly, and fled from the bed in a panic.

"I want to go back."

This time, Cen Nan didn't stop him.

Like parting from his house a few days ago, Cen Nan followed him all the way to the door, and when he opened the door in a panic, he said behind him, "Think about it, Qiuqiu."

Liang Muqiu didn't dare to listen any more, twisted open the door, and ran out as if fleeing, without even bothering to close the door.

Cen Nan watched him from behind the door, watched Liang Muqiu stumbling and running away, finally opened the door of the house and hid in.

Since he came back, he has seen Liang Muqiu's back countless times.

Bang.

The madness, asking for kisses, and entanglement a moment ago were all shut out, as if nothing had happened.