Yan Zhuo clenched his snow-white teeth tightly, slid his fingertips across Song Yan's sharp chin, paused and said, "Yes, I want it."

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. He licked his dry lower lip and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want?"

Yan Zhuo closed his eyes: "I want you, I want you." Afraid that Song Yan would refuse, he was so arrogant and unreasonable, "I want you."

Almost to stubbornness.

...

This time it was Yan Zhuo who took the initiative, so he didn't feel embarrassed anymore, and he didn't dare to complain about Song Yan's "pressing" him onto the bed.

Everything starts from love, and he likes it.

He sank while gasping for breath. He shouted Song Yan's name and was about to drown in the other's arms.

Layer after layer of waves came over and wet the sheets under the two of them. His eyes blinked quickly a few times with mist, and then gradually lost focus in waves.

Sex' is the most humble way of expressing his deep love for Song Yan.

Chapter 42 Duplicity

I don't know how long have been doing it, but the leather sofa is full of Yan Zhuo's scratches, and the floor is also a mess, full of scattered toilet paper.

By the end, Yan Zhuo had fallen asleep tiredly. He curled up like an insecure baby.

Song Yan's head was clearly in a daze, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the smooth and cool backs of the people around him.

If the first time was an accident, then this time, Song Yan couldn't deceive himself anyway. Ah.

He has a desire for Yan Zhuo. And this desire has never been diminished by the sex of the other person.

So he tried to push the opponent away again and again, but failed again and again. When the fig leaf cruising between the two was torn apart again, he finally had to face his true self.

Song Yan murmured: "It's true and false."

It's really duplicitous, obviously very cool, but said he didn't want it. Song Yan, can you be any more cheap?

He got up and walked into the bedroom. He took a thin blanket and put it on Yan Zhuo. For the first time, a gentle expression appeared on his face. At the end, he gently stroked Yan Zhuo's cheek, and for the first time felt that Yan Zhuo was the luckiest of all his misfortunes.

Last week, the doctor who treated his eye called him to say a critically ill patient was donating his cornea to prepare him for surgery. He was very happy. He went directly to the hospital before returning to the sanatorium, but he didn't realize it. In the end, the patient was stopped by his family and gave up the opportunity to donate.

The worst thing is to lose hope again.

At that time, he really hated it.

He complained about his fate more than once. He had no parents and no parents. He finally grew up and became an individual. In order to keep himself alive, he did not know how long he gritted his teeth and worked hard. Then he finally took off his school uniform and put on a suit. The social elite, but in the end, ended up in a mess.

He seems to have everything, and he seems to have nothing.

Since the loss of his eyes this year, his soul has been free from the body, like a living dead.

And at this moment, when he inserted into Yan Zhuo's body, he finally felt alive again.

In the evening, the twilight had already dyed the sky red, and Yan Zhuo woke up late. He looked around and didn't see Song Yan.

His lower back was sore and painful, he gently rubbed it a few times, and at the same time he was ruthlessly complaining about himself, wishing to complain about himself thousands of times.

No no no no morals, my wife is ashamed! He should be the first person who is rushing to beg the 'day'.

Song Yan was not in the living room, Yan Zhuo searched the whole house and couldn't see him, so he couldn't help but feel empty.

Song Yan wouldn't just run away after finishing it...

That's not right, Yan Zhuo thought, this is Song Yan's house, where can he run.

Heart Bridge?

Thinking of this Yan Zhuo suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming, he originally wanted to send a message to Song Qiao.

Yan Zhuo hammered his head angrily, he was a fool, how could he forget everything when he met Song Yan.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Yan Zhuo thought it was Song Yan, so he tried his best to hold back the discomfort under him and moved to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned.

Standing at the door was Song Yan's ex-girlfriend, Jiao Jingwei.

Regarding his sudden desire to come to Song Yan, Jiao Jingwei felt that he was probably fascinated by ghosts.

She went to the sanatorium first, but unfortunately she didn't see anyone, so she turned to Song Yan's house to try her luck.

Jiao Jingwei was stunned when she saw Yan Zhuo, and then saw the hickey on his neck, her face changed instantly.

Yan Zhuo realized the look in her eyes and covered the marks on her neck with her hands uncomfortably.

Yan Zhuo said: "Song Yan is not here, or... or you can come back another day."

He was about to say, "Why don't you come in and wait for a while," but he changed his mind instantly when he thought of the pile of toilet paper on the living room floor.

As long as there is no problem with the brain, anyone who sees it will know what is going on.

Jiao Jingwei tried her best to suppress her inner suspicion, and kept telling herself not to think blindly, not to think blindly. how can that be possible? Song Yan has been with her for so many years, it would be absurd if...

"It doesn't matter, I can go in and wait for him." Jiao Jing was about to go in.

"No." Yan Zhuo stood between the door frames, his will was very firm.

Inexplicably, Jiao Jing said slightly, "Are you sick?"

Yan Zhuo didn't know how to explain it, so he could only hesitantly say, "Wait...or you wait, the living room is a little messy, I'll clean up before you come in."

Jiao Jing smiled sarcastically, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

"How many years have I lived here, do you know? I've seen it when it's messed up again." She said, for some reason, she glanced up and down at Yan Zhuo with those shy eyes, pretending to be high and deep. : "Sometimes love is deep, and you don't care about the location when you do certain things, do you understand?"

Yan Zhuo's throat tightened. He wanted to say "I don't understand", but he couldn't open his mouth. He was keenly aware that maybe Jiao Jingwei already knew everything, so he would suggest this to him.