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Chang Xiyang hurriedly tried to push the person on him away.

"Chang Xiyang, don't you know?" Si Song tore open his collar, and a few fragile buttons of his white shirt fell off.

"Si Song! Let go of me!"

"No more... I will never let you go again, Ayang." Si Song looked up at him, making an ambiguous swallowing sound.

The pink color spread from his cheeks to the base of his ears, and his struggling movements became visibly weaker. Tears welled up from those beautiful eyes, wet the slender eyelashes, and slid down his face to his chest drop by drop.

Si Song stopped kissing, hugged the man distressedly, and put him on his lap, "Don't cry. I shouldn't be so rough..." He kissed the man's tears away, and Chang Xiyang lay on his lap A low sob on the shoulder.

"Si Song...you shouldn't show up...why did you let me see you again?"

Si Song was in no mood to pay attention to Mr. Cheng's breath coming from outside the door.But Chang Xiyang was so weak that he couldn't even feel this.

"I know that your current strength is much stronger than mine... If you want to use strength, there is nothing I can do..."

Si Song hugged him tightly and comforted his twitching shoulders, "I won't force you anymore...no more. Ayang...I really miss you."

"Si Song..." Chang Xiyang looked up at him again, "Tell me, does the one in Chengcheng's house have something to do with you?"

"Yes... your Mr. Orange is here." He didn't lower his volume.With a wave of his hand, the door opened.

Outside the door was Mr. Orange with a look of astonishment.

Seeing Wucheng's astonished expression, Si Song felt extremely at ease.Chang Xiyang was on his lap, with his head down, his body trembling.

Si Song straightened his messy hair for him.As for what Wu Cheng yelled over there, Si Song didn't care at all.

But not caring doesn't mean he can't hear it. Wucheng's tone was so harsh that he couldn't help frowning. Si Song has a good temper in most cases, but he couldn't restrain his disgust towards some people. and mocking.

"Don't Mr. Orange feel that he is going too far?"

He circled the man in his arms, and lifted the half of the shirt that had slipped from his shoulders for Chang Xiyang, trying to cover the beautiful hickey marks on his fair skin.

He had just torn off the buttons of the shirt, and the neckline was unavoidably wide open... It was such a wonderful spring scene.

Chang Xiyang still had tears in his eyes.This is not good at all, his clear and clean pupils, which were as sweet as honey before and mixed with mint syrup, shouldn't have such a sad look.

Tears shouldn't belong to him, A Yang of Si Song is a beautiful young man with a honey-sweet smile.

"Don't cry, Ayang. I don't want you to cry." Si Song picked up the suit jacket he just took off, wrapped the person in his arms tightly, and softly coaxed him in his ear.

"You hugged me and said I was too much?" Mr. Orange's sharp young voice was very piercing.

"Your man? He is just your guardian spirit, not your man. Does Mr. Orange already have a woman he likes?"

Si Song lowered his head, a little wanting to laugh, following Chang Xiyang's train of thought, and lying for him.

However, "How could Ayang become the guardian spirit of a person like you? What do you have to protect?"

Looking at the man in front of him, he couldn't help but sneer.He is aware of the close relationship between Mr. Orange and Xiaoqian. This person's face in front of him and his face behind his back are really disgusting.

He was also not reconciled.

"Don't be like this...Si Song, I don't allow you to say that about him." Chang Xiyang pushed Si Song's arm, his voice was not loud, but he seemed very firm.But Si Song could already hear the wavering in that firmness.

It's a good thing, isn't it?to him.

Si Song smiled, and asked Xi Yang, "Even if he is like this?"

"Even if he is."

Ayan, did you notice that?Your unhesitating, steadfastness, and the path you insisted on at the beginning are slowly dissipating. 130 After six years of torture, you finally can't stand it anymore.

"I see." Si Song gently placed Chang Xiyang on the sofa, and buttoned the two buttons on the top of the coat to cover up the exposed softness. "You do it yourself."

Wu Cheng came over and knocked him away dissatisfied, and roughly tore off Si Song's coat and covered it with his own.

Chang Xiyang glanced at him apologetically, Si Song shook his head lightly to express his indifference, but he didn't hide the hurt look on his face.

Sure enough, Chang Xiyang's face became a little more guilty.

The door slammed shut.Si Song restrained his innocent and fragile expression, and let out a smile.

Ayan, look at you.

Si Song sat in an empty room, and the wind was a bit strong.

He picked up the buttons that Chang Xiyang had dropped on the sofa, and rubbed them gently in the palm of his hand.The portrait on the wall was blown up slightly.

He looked over and saw Xiaoqian with flowing hair, leaning on a steed, heroic and charming, beside him was himself in white, with green bamboo forest and melodious guqin.

This was the scene when the three of them traveled to Huaguo a long time ago.

How could Si Song not remember that time, the afternoon sun was just right, the air was lazy, he leaned over the Eight Immortals table to take a nap, the wind was warm.

At that time, he still had long hair. Chang Xiyang wrapped his fingers around the ends of his hair. Si Song heard the chirping of birds, the sound of wind passing through the bamboo forest, the sound of hair rubbing against his ears, and the sound of cloth rubbing against each other. The most gentle and sweet words, he heard Chang Xiyang say, Si Song, I think I like you a little bit.

Chang Xiyang never knew that Si Song woke up when his finger touched it. He didn't know that Si Song had heard his confession.

If it wasn't for these words to support him, if it wasn't for these words to give him the final confidence... Si Song would have given up on Chang Xiyang a long time ago.

He is selfish.

He is not pursuing hopeless love for one person.

Si Song knew from the very beginning that there was hope for that little firefly in the dark abyss from the very beginning.

He didn't stay in Ayang's room anymore.

Si Song asked Hao Zhizhang to borrow a small room. Sometimes they would live here when they worked overtime. It was like a small single apartment.Although he is skeptical that they will actually work overtime.

A few days later, one night, the night was getting dark, and the people in the magazine office had already clocked out of get off work.Si Song had nothing else to do, just lay on the bed and played with those little buttons.

Outside the window is a quiet street. The place is remote and there are not many pedestrians. There are only a few street lamps standing there silently, exuding warm yellow light.

A sound of air piercing suddenly appeared, and Si Song was startled, looking around vigilantly.

Chang Xiyang's figure flashed, his naked body appeared out of thin air.Seeing Si Song's astonished face, he didn't say anything, he seemed to have lost his footing, and fell down, but Si Song quickly reached out to catch him.

"Ayang?" Si Song's fingers trembled as he touched his cold skin.When did Chang Xiyang, who was like a little sun, become so cold?

Si Song pulled the quilt, trying to wrap the man tightly, Chang Xiyang struggled a bit, looked up at him, his eyes were red and swollen, and there were still wet tears on his cheeks.

Si Song froze, and was so distressed that he couldn't breathe for a while. "Ayan?"

He looked down, and there were intricate hickey marks and bruises everywhere on his fair neck, chest, and thighs.

He didn't speak.

He didn't know what to say.

It was as if thousands of needles were piercing his heart fiercely.Let him suffer so much that it is unbearable.

Yes, you see, this is his most precious person.He Sisong, the one on the tip of his heart.

"Ayang..." Si Song heard himself speak, his voice was rough and hoarse, "I'll take you to take a bath."

Chang Xiyang leaned on him obediently, his waist was so weak that he had no strength left.

Si Song gently picked him up, walked into the bathroom, took off his shirt, and let the man lean on him.

Si Song's eyes darkened, he touched Chang Xiyang's ankle, and treated him...It really hurts, Ayang.

Chang Xiyang's body was as beautiful as Si Song imagined.Si Song washed his clean, gentle youthful curves carefully, but without a hint of lust.

Chang Xiyang is the flower of the high mountain, and Si Song is the person who is willing to lie at the foot of the mountain.

He was so holy and holy that Si Song couldn't bear to desecrate him, but he was defiled by others.

Chang Xiyang trembled fragilely, his shoulders twitched, his body was still abnormally cold under the warm water.

When Si Song tried to stretch his fingers behind him, his body shook with obvious resistance, "Don't be afraid... I just want to help you clean it up." Si Song said with difficulty as if his throat was swollen Sporadic words.

Xi Yang was silent for a while, then nodded.

Chang Xiyang's fingers firmly clasped Si Song's back.

"I regret it, Si Song." He spoke, his voice hoarse.He has been crying for too long.

"He... hasn't changed at all."

"I thought he'd change...he didn't."

"You know about Xiaoqian, right? Xiaoqian and him..."

"You won."

"You are right."

"Maybe I don't love him that much anymore...I'm just not reconciled."

Si Song didn't speak, nor did he feel any joy.Si Song knew that Chang Xiyang had been hurt for too long, too long.

He was frozen on the highest snow mountain, forcing himself to melt the ice with a fiery heart, but now he failed.

After 130 six years, he failed.He was covered in cuts and bruises, and his head was bleeding.How could Si Song feel happy?How could he have?