MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 9 Wagging tail and begging for mercy (two more)

The author has something to say: The estimate is wrong, it seems, it is not sweet... But dear, it is a candy (definitely nod)

Song Wei couldn't figure out how much he drank, so he got him into the car, and sat in the front row for the driver, but he was still worried and asked, "Can you go back by yourself? Don't want me to take you?"

Liang Muqiu was crooked in the back seat, her eyes were even more watery after drinking.

But he begged for a beating, "You thin arms and legs, what to give, I'm afraid you will be robbed."

Song Wei's teeth tickled.

But when he saw Liang Muqiu resting on his chin with one hand, his eyes were slack, but he didn't look like he was going to faint.

He closed the car door to Liang Muqiu, "Get out of here and message me when you get home."

Liang Muqiu nodded noble and dignified, and waved at Song Wei, meaning to retreat.

Song Wei was so happy.

It's late now, the road is not busy, and it doesn't take long to arrive at Liang Muqiu's apartment downstairs.

He used the remaining sobriety to swipe the money for the master, locked the car, took the car key, and staggered into the elevator.

If he enters the password, his chaotic brain can't remember it.

Several times, with a long beep, the combination lock of his house was automatically locked.

Liang Muqiu was stunned, thinking later that he seemed to be locked at the door of his house.

He reluctantly pressed it a few more times, but the combination lock was still unmoved, and the beeping beeped when he was in a hurry.

Liang Muqiu has nothing to do. He can't let Edamame open the door for him. At this point, Edamame, a well-rested old dog, has probably already entered the den to take a nap.

He thought, fortunately, he prepared dinner for edamame, at least not starving his son.

He couldn't stand still and just sat on the ground.

He didn't know what to do either, and now his mind was chaotic, and he was not even awake when the night wind was blowing.

There is no reason to be drunk.

He neither thought that he could go to Song Wei nor that he could go out to stay in a hotel, but he wondered whether he should just sleep at the door.

But he stayed at the door for less than two minutes, when the door opposite him suddenly opened.

From the inside came a tall, indifferent handsome guy, dressed in gray home clothes, frowning at him.

Liang Muqiu thought, wow, this handsome guy looks like my boyfriend.

He watched the handsome guy gradually approach, reached out and touched his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing outside, why are you drinking so much alcohol, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Liang Muqiu was stunned when she heard Cen Nan's voice.

He stared at Cen Nan's face, did not answer, but blinked.

He remembered, the handsome guy in front of him doesn't look like his boyfriend.

This is his boyfriend.

Cen Nan didn't know what the drunk was thinking, he only smelled a powdery perfume from Liang Muqiu, mixed with alcohol, as if countless people were approaching where he couldn't see Liang Muqiu.

It made his heart twitch.

He glanced at the gate behind Liang Muqiu and him, and vaguely guessed that the little drunk was locked out.

Probably because of alcohol, Liang Muqiu changed his indifference for the past two days, leaned his back against the door panel, and stared at him without blinking.

Liang Muqiu was also like that at that time, staring at him right and wrong, writing everything in his eyes.

Cen Nan sighed, half-kneeled in front of Liang Muqiu, and discussed, "You can't enter the house, and I don't know your password. Shall I take you back to my house first?"

Liang Muqiu was still staring at him, not saying good or bad.

And Cen Nan didn't need an answer at all.

He just asked hypocritically.

Liang Muqiu was very thin, leaning against his arms, like a ginkgo leaf falling in the wind.

Cen Nan didn't think very happily, and he didn't know how Liang Muqiu took care of himself. Sooner or later, he would have to feed him fatter.

He took Liang Muqiu into the door, and from the entrance, the lights were bright all the way, there were two guest rooms in the house, but he directly carried Liang Muqiu into the master bedroom and put it on the bed.

There is no bright light in the master bedroom, only the table lamp at the bedside emits a faint light.

Cen Nan helped Liang Muqiu to unbutton the button, completely forgetting that he had a cleanliness addiction, he stuffed the person into the quilt, took a towel wet with hot water, wiped Liang Muqiu's hands and face, and acted carefully, like He was afraid of hurting Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu half-opened his eyes, looking at Cen Nan through the dim light.

He was really drunk.

For a moment, he couldn't even tell which year and moment it was, the gentle and careful person in front of him was Cen Nan.

It was the Cen Nan who held him to the top of his heart seven years ago.

It was the same Cen Nan who left, leaving him to suffer alone.

He can't tell.

He looked at Cen Nan attentively, and only thought that Cen Nan was born so good-looking. When Cen Nan transferred to school in the third year of high school, the cicadas were noisy in the summer, and the sun shined into the house through the green shade, wearing a white shirt The young man was as straight as a bamboo pole, casually glanced at him who was sitting by the window.

At that time, he didn't know the magic power of this eye, and he didn't know how many years he would spend on this person.

He only thought quietly in his heart, this transfer boy is so good-looking.

The same is true today.

In the dim bedroom, he couldn't help leaning towards Cen Nan's hand, like a cat with wet fur on a rainy day, asking for some tenderness from Cen Nan's palm.

He forgot all these years of waiting and torture.

Only remember the temperature that this person kissed his lips.

"Cen Nan..." He whispered and closed his eyes, "Cen Nan."

Cen Nan's hand trembled.

His palm was against Liang Muqiu's face, very hot and soft.

Since the reunion, he has longed for Liang Muqiu to call him like this countless times, looking at him with confidence again, as if the seven-year parting never happened.

He endured and endured, then stiffened his arms and slowly pulled his hand away from Liang Muqiu's face.

"I'll pour water for you, you can take anti-alcoholic medicine and sleep."

He pretended to be calm and got up from the bed.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would do something that Liang Muqiu hated.

The temperature on the side of the face disappeared.

Liang Muqiu was lying on the bed with his eyes open blankly, his hands subconsciously grabbed forward, he watched Cen Nan leave the room, his throat seemed to be blocked with cotton.

He wanted Cen Nan to stay away, his heart was suspended in the air, but he couldn't say a word.

He watched Cen Nan go away, the door ajar, and he was the only one left in the bedroom.

Liang Muqiu's heart fell from the air.

He slowly sat up from the bed and looked at this strange and familiar bedroom, and his mind was a little sober.

He looked around the room blankly, his eyes fell on the bedside table, where there was a photo frame, which framed the two young people with flying expressions.

Liang Muqiu picked up the frame and took a closer look.

He recognized himself as a twenty-year-old in the photo, wearing a small black coat, which was not ashamedly attached to Cen Nan, smiling silly, obviously he was taking pictures, but he didn't look at it The camera and eyes were all glued to Cen Nan.

And Cen Nan is calm, naturally noble and indifferent, but if you look closely, you will find that Cen Nan and his fingers are tightly intertwined, and there is an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, softer than this spring light .

Liang Muqiu looked down at the photo, he couldn't remember where it was taken.

But he remembered.

He is not the 18-year-old Liang Muqiu who secretly fell in love with Cen Nan.

It's not the twenty-year-old Liang Muqiu who was used to being lawless by Cen Nan.

This is the seventh year since he broke up with Cen Nan.

The reason why he had the illusion that he did not know what was going on was just because this bedroom was clearly arranged according to the bedroom of the apartment where he and Cen Nan University lived together.

Liang Muqiu laughed softly, tears dripping on the photo.

Cen Nan, Cen Nan.

He doesn't understand.

Cen Nan picked up the water outside, stood in the corridor for a while, and then returned to the bedroom with water and antidote.

In Liang Muqiu's hand, he also held a photo frame that should have been on the bedside table.

Cen Nan froze for a while, and had a bad feeling.

But he pretended to be okay, walked over and put the tray down.

"Drink some water and take the medicine, or you will have a headache tomorrow." He half-kneeled in front of Liang Muqiu and brought the medicine and warm water to Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu didn't answer.

He looked at Cen Nan's open palm, the hangover medicine was white, which reminded him of the sleeping pills he couldn't take when he left Cen Nan for two years. He had no dreams all night.

Now he can sleep without sleeping pills.

He smiled suddenly, his eyes were red for some time, he asked Cen Nan, "What are you doing, Cen Nan? We didn't say that the two are irrelevant."

He was laughing, but his voice was shaking, he was drunk, and he had a reason to play a drunken madness.

It doesn't count after dawn anyway.

He asked: "Since you returned to China, you have been doing superfluous things. You moved across from my house and came to cook for me. I broke my hand and you bandaged me. I was drunk and you Take me home. But we can't be friends, we can't be old classmates, I don't want what you do."

Tears fell from his eyes, dripped on his knees, and dissolved in the black cloth, invisible.

He stared at Cen Nan, "Are you guilty of me, pity me, or..."

He did not go on.

Both the hangover medicine and the water glass fell on the light-colored carpet. Cen Nan bullied him forward, trapping him between his arms.

Cen Nan also stared at him with terrifying eyes, "I never wanted to be your friend, I just want to be your lover."

Who wants to be friends?

Whether it was the first meeting in high school or the reunion now, he never thought of being friends with Liang Muqiu.

When he saw Liang Muqiu when he was eighteen, he just wanted to press him against the window and kiss him.

Liang Muqiu shook in his arms.

He was frightened by Cen Nan's eyes, he remembered the lie he had told for a moment, and panicked, "It's too late... I have a boyfriend."

He reunited with Cen Nan. In the car, Cen Nan mistook Song Wei's phone for his boyfriend.

But he heard Cen Nanji laugh contemptuously, "Qiuqiu, do you really think I didn't hear that it was Song Wei?"

He approached slightly, nose to nose with Liang Muqiu, "Don't say you don't have a match, even if you do, I'm going to grab it."

The only person who has ever loved in this life, he is not thinking of letting go.

But after meeting, he realized that it was all a joke.

Who can give up his lover.

"I take care of you, cook for you, and be afraid that you will get sick, all because I love you. It was also my intention to move across from you. Every day I open the door, I look forward to today I can meet you and talk to you, I can be happy all day."

I haven't seen each other for seven years, he doesn't want to force Liang Muqiu too tight.

But he saw the fat powder printed on Liang Muqiu's white shirt. I don't know who left it at the party, maybe it was just an idle person, but his heart was still burned into a wasteland by jealousy.

He couldn't take it anymore.

The gentle mask has been worn for a long time, and even he believes it, but he is clearly not such a person.

No one spoke in the bedroom for a while.

The water splashed on the carpet has penetrated and it has become icy cold.

Liang Muqiu didn't look at Cen Nan's face.

He sniffed, "Stop joking, how can we be together again."

"In those days I misunderstood that you were going to be engaged to Ruan Zhuxian, and it was indeed my fault. But you wanted to stay abroad, so breaking up with me was not fake. What is going on with you now, Do you regret it?"

Liang Muqiu laughed again, he asked Cen Nan with tears in his eyes, "but why do you think that I will agree if you regret it. Did you think of me when you left? I said I can go Looking for you, I can accompany you abroad. You don't want me."

Cen Nan didn't want him.

Where was Cen Nan when he was weeping under the tree and the materials for going abroad were scattered all over the place.

"It's too late," he said to Cen Nan in a hoarse voice, "the two of us, forget it."

After so many years, there is only one sentence left, forget it.

Liang Muqiu took a deep breath and wiped her tears to make herself less embarrassed. He is really sober now.

His hand put his hand on Cen Nan's chest and gently pushed it out. He wanted to leave, and if he stayed in this bedroom, he would be empty again.

But he couldn't push Cen Nan away.

His hand was firmly grasped by Cen Nan.

In an instant, he was pressed on the bed, and the next second, his lips were kissed almost savagely.

Cen Nan kissed him.

Liang Muqiu's mind flashed this message in panic, and he struggled subconsciously.

Compared with Cen Nan, his strength was never worth mentioning. He was imprisoned on the bed by Cen Nan. The bodies of two adult men were together, struggling, pushing and refusing. The silk duvet cover underneath was twisted into an unbearable shape.

And Cen Nan always kissed him fiercely, he bit Cen Nan's lips, tasted the rust-like **** smell, this man would not let go, like a beast locked the prey, unless he died , will not loosen again.

Liang Muqiu couldn't resist, her body softened and turned into a puddle of water on the bed sheet.

He blinked, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

…

I don't know how long it took before Cen Nan let go of him.

Cen Nan was still holding his wrist tightly, looking at him condescendingly, obviously a gentle and handsome face, noble and elegant since high school, but now his lips are stained with blood, changing It was fierce and violent, like finally taking off the skin of a modest gentleman, revealing the beast hidden inside.

Liang Muqiu chuckled lightly.

After the reunion, Cen Nan withdrew all his sharpness in front of him and became gentle and harmless, so that he forgot that Cen Nan was never a modest and polite character.

Cen Nan is the one who is full of aggressiveness now and will never give up until his goal is achieved.

Cen Nan looked at Liang Muqiu who was imprisoned in his arms, the corner of his mouth was bitten by Liang Muqiu, but this trace of blood made him sober.

He lowered his head, got close to Liang Muqiu, and said in a low voice, "I didn't want to ask your forgiveness, I was cowardly and selfish, I cut off all our connections with my own hands and lost you Seven years. It's all my fault and I'm not going to defend myself."

"I just want to ask you for a chance at redemption, this time, you are the king," he looked at Liang Muqiu, his voice more magical than the siren who seduced sailors, "You can torture me, Look at me struggling for you, and take revenge for all the pain I gave you for the past seven years."

"As long as you give me a little love, I will wag your tail and beg for mercy."

He kissed Liang Muqiu, much gentler than the fierce kiss just now.

"Want to try, Qiuqiu?" he asked, "I won't resist, you can do anything to me."

He smiled at Liang Muqiu, a handsome boy at the age of eighteen, now he has become an unscrupulous adult man.

Liang Muqiu's chest heaved violently.

Want to try it?

Cen Nan has always pinched him to the death, and at a glance he can see the secrets he hides in his heart.

He bit his lower lip, exerted his strength, pushed Cen Nan away desperately, and fled from the bed in a panic.

"I'm going back."

This time, Cen Nan didn't stop him.

Like parting at his house a few days ago, Cen Nan followed him all the way to the door, and when he opened the door in a panic, he said behind him, "Think about it, Qiuqiu."

Liang Muqiu didn't dare to listen any more, she twisted the door, and ran out like she ran away, not even closing the door.

Cen Nan looked at him from behind the door, watching Liang Muqiu stumble all the way to escape, finally opened the door and hid in.

Since he came back, he has seen Liang Muqiu's back countless times.

Bang.