Blooming on the ground

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Not long after eating, the good weather changed as it said, and suddenly there was a light rain, and it was crackling like beans in a flash, and it became more and more fierce.

The rain poured down, accompanied by the muffled sound of spring thunder from time to time.

It was getting late, and Fang Mufeng thought that he should go down the mountain after eating, but it was difficult to travel in this kind of weather, so he could only wait for the rain and sigh.

Yan Huanchao didn't say when Zhao Qingyi would go up the mountain to pick him up, so Fang Mufeng didn't ask. Anyway, he didn't announce or plan for the past few days, and he wouldn't be eaten here.

Sitting on the sofa, he watched the apricot blossoms outside the window being shattered by the violent wind and rain, the powder fragrance was messy, and the ground was covered with wet rouge, while the rose buds that had just sprouted were trembling in the wind and rain, and the flower branches could not be broken.

Most of the good things are not firm, the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle, and the good times don't last long.

Unfortunately, there was a power outage at this time, and the room suddenly fell into darkness, with dark clouds covering the moon, and there was no light outside the window, it was very dark.

Fang Mufeng couldn't see his fingers, his eyes were trying to adapt, and he wanted to check the main gate in the dark.

He walked forward slowly in the dark, and called Teacher Yan a few times.

Yan Huanchao went to the bathroom to take a shower, but he didn't know if he came out now.

Fang Mufeng just walked forward without noticing the obstacles under his feet. He was caught off guard and tripped, but fortunately he fell into a steaming embrace.

Probably just after coming out of the bathroom, Yan Huan's chest was so hot that Fang Mufeng's hands were scalded fiercely, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but hide back.

"Don't move," there was a deep and slightly hoarse voice next to his ear, hot breath penetrated into his neck, Yan Huanchao put his arms around him to prevent him from retreating, "the power supply is unstable in rainy days, I'll go to the warehouse to find a generator."

He immediately turned on the flashlight, and the white light illuminated a bright corner.Fang Mufeng narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and waited until he got used to the light before he could see the person in front of him clearly.

The two embraced each other and looked at each other. This scene reminded Fang Mufeng of the intimate scenes they had filmed. In the dimly lit studio, damp, sticky, and passionate factors were flourishing.

Those emotional memories belonged to Guan Minghang and Fu Bai, but they were passed on through his and Yan Huanchao's bodies.

Yan Huanchao said he was going to the warehouse to look for things, but he never made a move. He just hugged Fang Mufeng tightly, eyes fixed on him, and there was a deep valley of silence.

He is an excellent fisherman, always calm and patient, standing quietly on the bank and waiting for the big fish to voluntarily take the bait.

Neither of them closed their eyes, their breaths were intertwined, and their lips were almost touching.

Desire is something that happens in such a flash, through the eyes and along with the breath.

Fang Mufeng inexplicably felt that in this delicate atmosphere, in this perfect rainy day and power outage night, nothing happened to the lonely men and widows, and I was really sorry for this perfect timing.

So after a while, he took the initiative to bring his face closer, and licked Yan Huanchao's lips lightly and shallowly, like a child secretly tasting wine for the first time.

At first, Yan Dayingdi's eyelids didn't move, he didn't cooperate and didn't take the initiative, as if it had nothing to do with it.

Fang Mufeng wanted to retreat out of boredom, but Yan Huanchao's eyes suddenly became more fierce than a falcon looking for food, he clasped the back of his head with one hand, and pressed him with a fiery kiss.

Suddenly, there was nothing under his feet, and Yan Huanchao carried Fang Mufeng on his shoulders and walked towards the bedroom.

Fang Mufeng is like a bee dazed by nectar, rushing straight into the trap of fascination and love, and he is willing to take the bait.

When I opened my eyes again, it was not yet dawn, the windows were half-opened, and the gentle spring breeze stirred the light-colored curtains made of cotton and linen, bringing the fragrance mixed with the earthy smell after the rain into the house, and the crisp wind chimes accompanied the singing of birds.

Fang Mufeng got up from the dark green velvet bed, he was alone in the room, Yan Huanchao disappeared.

Standing under the shower with bare feet, the scalding jet of water came round his head, and the running water flowed down the battle-damaged body. Fang Mufeng couldn't help recalling last night, and was in a trance for a while.

The bathroom door was ajar, and Yan Huanchao had been leaning against the door for some time, quietly watching the beauty get out of the bath.

Fang Mufeng deliberately increased the water temperature, and the heat filled the room. Everything was faintly visible, except for the black hair and red lips piercing through the water vapor, shining brightly and dazzling.

Yan Huanchao unhurriedly took off his sportswear, walked into a hot mist, and kissed the dripping ice beauty.

Fang Mufeng gave himself completely to Huanyu.

If you have to assign a certain meaning to everything, it will only make it more complicated than the actual situation. For example, now, the climax is the climax, and has nothing to do with the heavy shackles of love, responsibility, and commitment.

Let him eat, dream, act, film, and meet such a sexy man, no matter how he calculates this account, he is sure to make money.Even if Tianyan got tired of being the film king one day, he still made enough money.

After tossing until noon, Fang Mufeng woke up first.

He was light all over, and he stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, feeling the world outside the window dimly through the curtains, and the spring light after the rain caressed his face through the thin cloth.

According to what Yan Jingshan said, he was disobedient and unclean, but he was finally completely free.

In the past, Yan Jingshan always loved to isolate him from the world, manipulate him, and shape him.

He doesn't have to be Fang Mufeng, but he must be a qualified substitute for Yan Huanchao.

Now, his heart and body are finally his own again, neither imprisoned by Yan Jingshan in his previous life, nor tarnished by the bastard Feng Qiang, nor will he be controlled by anyone in the future.

Yan Huanchao woke up, approached Fang Mufeng from behind, stroked an old scar on his shoulder blade with the pulp of his index finger, and asked him, how did it happen?

How and who got the scar is not important anymore, the important thing is how Fang Mufeng chooses to explain the impact of this scar on him now.

He didn't answer directly, but grabbed the curtain with his hands and asked a question: "What will happen if someone sees you when you open the curtain?"

Fang Mufeng couldn't explain why such a thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't care about Yan Huanchao's answer.What he asked was something that he already knew the answer to, and if his relationship was revealed, he would fall into the darkness forever.

His previous life was closely related to these malicious gossips. When he was a child, he was said to be against his father, when he was a little older, he was said to seduce his stepfather, and he was constantly denied and said to be aloof. After escaping from Yan Jingshan, he offended the benefactor As soon as black rumors spread, he was cursed in different ways by the invisible public on the Internet.

Those voices often sounded together, strangled him from the depths of his memory, and wouldn't let him breathe.At such moments, his strongest thought was to destroy himself and die with those strange voices. This was the best way of revenge he could think of. ruined secret wish.

"Occasionally, I feel that this body is disgusting, not because I was touched, but because I couldn't resist," he looked forward, and his tone was flat, "This kind of thinking tortures me, so I am not afraid of being naked or naked in the play." Injured, not afraid of risking your own life if necessary."

He looked back at Yan Huanchao, paused, "I never thought I was a piece of jade, so it wouldn't be a pity to break it."

Such a sentence can be regarded as an answer to the sentence "don't need to break the jade" that Yan Huanchao said to him a long time ago.

Xu Shi was naked, but he was not ashamed. He actually exposed himself in front of Yan Huanchao, which was his heart that no one was allowed to see.In fact, this probably has nothing to do with the object, it's simply that he has a great desire to talk, and suddenly wants to express it quickly.

"Soldiers were injured in the charge, and those wounds are his medals." With these words, Yan Huanchao stretched out his arms, and Fang Mufeng fell into his arms, with his back pressed against his hot chest, and Yan Huanchao's lips followed his. Scalp, earlobe, neck, moved down inch by inch, and finally landed on the long scar on his shoulder blade, the kiss was extraordinarily lingering and gentle.

There was a constant numb feeling on the back, as if the electricity was passing through the whole body. In fact, Fang Mufeng didn't believe any love words after the man's full feet, but he throbbed for this action for no reason.

He is licking his wounds.

Yan Huanchao reached out and held Fang Mufeng's jaw, forcing him to twist his neck and kiss.

After a deep kiss, the lips of the two were separated, and their eyes were still glued together. Yan Huanchao said to him seriously: "If you are a soldier, you should die on the battlefield for yourself, you know?"

No one would think that the victim was a brave soldier, or that the weak who had been powerless to resist was a person who could fight. He thought that no one would describe him like this except himself.

Fang Mufeng couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, he turned around and hugged Yan Huanchao.