Dumb painter giants grudge

It seems that the two have not been intimate for a long time, and it will be like two ice cubes grinding each other.

Wen Rang kicked the opponent's lower abdomen again, He Shishen let out a muffled sound, let go of the opponent to cover his stomach, Wen Rang immediately turned over and escaped from under the opponent.

He Shishen immediately grabbed the other person's ankle, which was still wearing socks, and let him fall weightlessly on the couch, being pressed down repeatedly.

"He..." Wen Rang's head was held down, and the back of his hand was clasped behind his waist.

He Shishen stuck it on the side of the other's ear, leaving a hot spot, and said, "The more you want to keep things clear, the more I will make you ambiguous with me."

The two leather shoes fell to the floor, awakening Wen Rang's nerves of resistance.

The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made Wen Rang very uncomfortable, and he didn't want to do it anymore.

Maybe it was half-push before, but now it has become reluctance. Wen Rang has never felt such pain.

"Whether it's a man or a woman, no one can touch you, not even a kiss..." He Shishen hugged the other person's back, "Song Li touches again..."

Wen Rang pulled out his hand and slapped him again.

"Don't let me talk about him?" He Shishen panted heavily, not knowing whether it was because he was too fast or too angry, "Do you like him?"

"Slap", another slap.

"Do you like him? Ah, Wen Rang? Do you like Song Li?" He Shishen said as the fire surged to make him hurt.

Wen Rang put his hand on the other's shoulder, trying to separate the two, but only brought about a further connection.

It's been a long back and forth.

The whole room was filled with He Shishen's dying breath, Wen Rang couldn't get away, and chose to close his eyes and be imprisoned in his arms.

The room darkened, it was dark.

The people around him were silent, and He Shishen fell asleep.

Wen Rang opened his eyes, moved slightly, and the other party subconsciously tightened his hug.

After a few minutes, Wen Rang separated the opponent's arms on his abdomen with his hands, moved his position, and broke free from the opponent's arms.

Afraid that the other party would wake up soon, he gritted his teeth and immediately pressed his whole head against the other party's chest.

"Hmm... sleep again, I'll get up later and make breakfast, um." He Shishen muttered intermittently.

These words suddenly pulled Wen Rang's thoughts away.

Time seems to have returned to the days not long ago. Many mornings, he would always hear the other party whispering this sentence.

Unexpectedly, in only a few months, everything is different.

Wen Rang waited until the other party fell into a deep sleep, then got out of bed softly, picked up his clothes and put them on casually, then tiptoely found He Shishen's cell phone.

After leaving the room, he opened the other party's phone with his own fingerprint, turned to Lei Yuan's number, edited a text message and sent it.

【I'm Wen Rang, He Shishen fell asleep at my place, come here and take him away, the address is *****. 】

After a while, Lei Yuan replied the message.

【Okay, wait a moment. 】

After putting the opponent's mobile phone on the bedside, Wen Rang carefully cleaned up the battlefield. He Shishen seemed to be dead, sleeping unconsciously.

Wen Rang didn't dare to turn on the light in the room, and he couldn't see the other party clearly.

They are so close, they are Wen Rang's only closest person, but now Wen Rang can only say that it was once.

About half an hour later, someone knocked on the door, no doubt it was Lei Yuan, but it was He Yibai who opened the door.

In one day, He Yibai came to the door twice, and it was considered polite.

"I'm here to pick up my brother." He Yibai immediately explained, "Lei Yuan has something to do."

It would be better if Lei Yuan could come, after all, Wen Rang and Lei Yuan had a more relaxed relationship, and it would be somewhat embarrassing for others to come.

After Wen Rang let the other party in, he pointed to his room, and then sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

He Yibai entered the room, fumbled to turn on the room light, it seemed that the light was a little bright, He Shishen frowned, and shrank back under the quilt.

The whole room was clean and simple, but filled with an inexplicable smell.

He Yibai patted He Shishen's back through the quilt, "Brother, wake up."

The person on the bed just turned over, as if he didn't hear it.

"Brother, wake up, go back." He Yibai simply patted the quilt twice, "Don't sleep."

"Huh?" He Shishen opened his eyes for a glance, then squinted them again, and after a few seconds, opened them again, and saw He Yibai in front of him.

"Don't sleep, go back." He Yibai sighed.

He Shishen got up abruptly, his bare upper body was not covered by the quilt, and the scratches on his shoulders and arms made He Yibai a little bit unbearable to look directly at.

"Why are you here?" He Shishen pressed his shoulder, "Where's Wen Rang?"

"He asked Lei Yuan to come, Lei Yuan happened to meet me, he didn't want to come, so I came." He Yibai said, "He's outside."

He Shishen glanced in the direction of the door, but couldn't see anything, "Why did he call here?"

"Take you back." He Yibai sighed again.

Presumably it was because of the news that there was no way out, so he made such a bad move.

"I'm not going back, you go back." He Shishen wanted to get back under the quilt again.

"He wants you to leave, what's the point of you staying here." He Yibai put his hands in his pockets, "Brother, what does his fiancee think when she finds out?"

------fiancée……

—————It can only deceive others.

He Shishen pulled the quilt, "Then let his fiancée come and see, I don't mind others admiring me for working with him."

"..." He Yibai never thought that the elder brother whom he respected so much would say such shameless words.

"The reason why Lei Yuan doesn't want to come is because I don't want him to come. You don't care about this kind of thing in the future. Don't meddle in my affairs with him." He Shishen half-hid his face under the quilt.

He Yibai seemed to understand something, "Brother, if you're like this, won't he hate you?"

------maybe.

—————Maybe he already hated me.

He Shishen smiled wryly under the quilt, how could Wen Rang not hate him, when he did that kind of thing, there was only disgust and coldness in his eyes, who wouldn't be able to see it.

"Let him hate it."

He Yibai had nothing to say, turned around and left the room.

"..." Wen Rang's eyes met He Yibai's.

"My brother won't leave, so I'll leave first." He Yibai pointed to the door.

Wen Rang frowned, sure enough things were not that simple.He picked up the pre-written letterhead on the coffee table, got up and handed it to the other party.

[Please be sure to take him away, if he doesn't leave, please tell him, then I will move out, please let him not embarrass me, thank you. 】

After reading the contents of the letter, it was even more difficult for He Yibai to imagine what to say about the relationship between the two.

He Yibai inadvertently caught a glimpse of the red spot on the inside of Wen Rang's short-sleeved sleeve.

This makes it not difficult for He Yibai to imagine, and it is also difficult to have to imagine, what exactly did his elder brother and the person in front of him do and what happened.