Eternal Burning

Shang Muxiao and I didn't speak to anyone for a while. When the countdown reached the last second, I opened my mouth: Merry Christmas.

He also said after a while: Merry Christmas.

The bar is just ahead, I leaned to the side of the road and flashed a double flash, saying: I'm here, come out.

Shang Muxiao said, did not hang up the phone, but did not speak again, listening to the movement, he should be walking towards the door with his mobile phone.

Hey, where are you going? Want to take the opportunity to get away? Zhou Yanyi's voice suddenly appeared.

Shang Muxiao was a little impatient: sneak a fart and go home to sleep. Step aside.

Zhou Yanyi said in surprise: So early? It's only twelve o'clock now? Who are you dating? Could it be... mustard? You can really go down...

The phone is cut off here.

About five minutes later, Shang Muxiao pushed out the door from the bar.

As soon as he got in, the car was full of alcohol.

I handed him the mineral water I had in the car, and he took it, but instead of drinking it, he just put it on his face.

So hot. He tugged at the collar of his sweater and opened the window, which I quickly raised again.

He frowned and looked at me, his cheeks slightly red: what are you talking about?

I turned off the heating and said: Chuī cold wind is easy to catch cold, I turned off the air conditioner, and it won't be hot after a while.

He stared at me as if flowers suddenly grew on my face, looked up and down seriously, and didn't speak for a long time.

I just treated him as a drunk, ignored him, and drove as usual.

Beidou, has anyone ever said that you are very suitable for crying? He touched my face when he raised his hand, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. You look so pretty when you cry.

My ears were slightly hot, I opened his hand, and scolded: Don't make trouble.

Drunk people never feel like they're making a fuss. The more you tell him to stop making trouble, the more he makes trouble for you.

Every time you cry, I feel weird. He simply moved closer, no longer using his hands, but touching the corners of my eyes with his lips.

His lips were dry and soft, with a faint smell of wine.

I want you to cry and I don't want you to cry. After all, I felt that the corners of my eyes were wet, but they were actually licked by Shang Muxiao.

I turned my head to avoid it, and I couldn't resist: Don't...

Before I could say the word cao, he turned to my ear, kissing and biting, too clingy.

I pursed my lips tightly and stopped talking, for fear of making a strange sound when I opened my mouth.

Fortunately, there were few cars in the middle of the night, so I concentrated on my spirit and drove home smoothly. It was just that when he got off the car, the ear on the right had been bitten by Shang Muxiao and was wet and hot.

The wind in the parking garage came from nowhere, and the nose was tingling.

When Shang Muxiao got out of the car, he settled down, and when he entered the elevator, he just leaned on the side and closed his eyes to rest.

Afraid that he would vomit, I asked him to take a bath first when I got home, and I went into the kitchen to make soup for him to sober up.

When Tang Chong came out to take a look, he found that he was lying on the sofa with his arms covering his eyes and motionless.

Shang Mu Xiao? I put the cup with the hangover soup on the coffee table, pushed him on the shoulder, and drank the hangover soup before going to sleep.

After pushing a few times, I didn't wake up. I was about to pull my hand away when he seemed to have a third eye. His arm didn't move, but the other hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto him. .

Ah... I fell towards him with a somewhat awkward posture, and my lower body continued to slide down because of my weakness.

He finally moved his arms, looked at my eyes flashing a strange, excitement-like emotion, lifted my lower body, and let me lie on top of him.

He whispered: Teacher, my stomach hurts, please rub it for me.

As he said that, he grabbed my hand and pressed it down where it was definitely not my stomach.

The author says:

I watched the male version of Swan Lake several years ago. This one has been on tour before, and you can watch the live version if you have the opportunity. At present, the full version of the 2012 version of station b is a good choice.

Chapter 29 Dogs love fragrance, people tend to color

His body was hot, and the heat could be felt through his clothes.

I was imprisoned in front of him, unable to struggle or advance or retreat, so I had to follow him little by little, with fever and heavy breathing.

Desires are very common, if they are not monks who keep the precepts, there is no need to shy away from them. Of course I also have desires, but I just can't vent through this broken body.

Pursuing the love of God, advocating the search for the true meaning of beauty and goodness, and not being too obsessed with desire, is Plato's view of love.

This kind of love is precious, but the so-called food color is also sexual.” Lust is human nature, and Freud even regarded it as the most primitive driving force of human society. Once in love, human beings become drunk Han, there is no rationality at all, completely controlled by crazy desires, jiāo himself with instinct.

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We rested on the sofa for a long time, Shang Muxiao couldn't stop petting

My back, the heartbeats of the two people seemed to merge into one, and after the rapidity, it gradually became flat.

After all, it was a young man. Shang Muxiao recovered faster than me. He hugged me and sat up, took a tissue from the side, and wiped my hands one by one.