Chapter 52 Ah, Fireworks (Copywriting Recycling)
The stove under the TV was crackling.
Ning Zhiran felt warm at first, but later felt that it was a bit too hot.
Although the thick white sweater had been thrown on the carpet next to his elbow at some point.
What a surprise, the sound of the fire suddenly became very loud.
Gong Huai stroked his waist gently and said, "On New Year's Eve, I want to go to the beach with you to watch the fireworks."
Ah, fireworks.
Indeed, I'd like to see it.
Ning Zhiran no longer had the strength to resist, and his body lay spread out on the carpet.
Destroy it.
Goodbye, my sanity, my last bit of chastity.
Suddenly, Gong Huai raised his red wine and took a big gulp. The next second, he lowered his head and disappeared from Ning Zhiran's sight.
"What are you...doing...dirty..."
Ning Zhiran reached out to push Gong Huai, but his resistance was useless. He felt dizzy and couldn't even say a proper "stop".
hot……
It’s so hot…
That’s right.
fireworks.
Watch the fireworks.
In an instant, many fireworks came out.
Those clusters of light hit my eyes, my brain, and everything I saw.
The thrust of the fireworks sent Ning Zhiran into the sky, bringing him to the most beautiful place in the world.
There, there is the carousel that I had to queue for half an hour to ride when I was a child, there are the crackling firecrackers on New Year's Eve before going abroad, and there is the smell of candy apples at the door of the candy store on Christmas.
Ning Zhiran saw a lot of things, things that he thought he had forgotten long ago, but his body still remembered.
Lights, presents, drums, and cotton candy.
They were accompanied by fireworks in the sky and the red wine in Gong Huai's mouth, and they circled around him rapidly, circle after circle.
But at a certain moment when the dizziness reached its peak, all the colors suddenly turned into waves.
A huge wave of foamy red wine rushed in from a distant place.
Then.
Bang!
With a sudden bang, it hit him right on the forehead.
In that gap of happiness, Ning Zhiran couldn't help but shed big tears while trembling uncontrollably.
Fireworks... I think... I saw them in advance.
Gong Huai raised his head to look at him, a slight gurgling sound came from his throat, and the corners of his mouth were shining.
Ning Zhiran was stunned.
Gong Huai really doesn't have mysophobia, he really doesn't dislike it at all, how could he... How could he swallow something that even I dislike...
Ning Zhiran, in shock, felt a strange sense of satisfaction. That feeling of satisfaction had barely begun to surface when it was quickly suppressed by an even more intense surge of shame and anger. He used his remaining strength to lunge forward, knocking Gong Huai to the ground and slapping him in the face.
“Bang!”
Bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on Gong Huai's face, but there was something else in his eyes. They were half-closed and misty, and the corners of his mouth were even raised.
He is happy.
Ning Zhiran was bewitched by this smile, and for some unknown reason, her whole body began to feel hot.
Gong Huai grabbed Ning Zhiran's collar, pulled him to his chest, stretched out a finger, and placed it on Ning Zhiran's lips: "Come here, suck it."
Half of Ning Zhiran's soul remained in Gong Huai's mouth and had not yet floated back. He unconsciously held the edge of Gong Huai's finger in his mouth, humming softly a few times, his big eyes filled with watery mist blinking.
Gong Huai kissed his earlobe: "Mm...good boy."
It seems like there is no going back.
I'm being treated by the person I hate the most...
Ning Zhiran blinked unconsciously with his red and swollen eyes, and a crystal tear slid down his cheek, just passing over his teardrop mole.
Gong Huai looked a little dazed.
How could this person's tears be like pearls?
Gong Huai moved closer as if possessed by a demon and greedily swallowed the pearl.
"Your tears are so sweet." Gong Huai said.
Ning Zhiran tilted her head to the side: "How is that possible... Aren't tears supposed to be salty..."
“It’s salty and sweet.”
"Anyway, it all smells like you."
“It’s the taste I like.”
Gong Huai put his hand on his and interlocked their fingers.
Ning Zhiran regained some of his rationality and turned his head to the other side: "Go to hell..."
Gong Huai pinched Ning Zhiran's chin and forced her to look at him: "I still remember when we first drank, you said that people who don't blush after drinking are because they lack alcohol-degrading enzymes in their bodies. At that time, I corrected you, saying you said the wrong thing."
"What do you mean..."
"Later, I went back and checked, and it turns out that drinking alcohol and having a pale face are not good either. Hmm, it seems that I am also lacking the alcohol-degrading enzyme."
"……so?"
"I'm drunk, Ning Zhiran, please lend me some of your alcohol-detoxifying enzyme."
Ning Zhiran looked at Gong Huai in a daze. The man was already very close. While he was stunned, he pried open his mouth and gently searched for his hangover enzymes.
So strange.
Am I dreaming?
Is this true.
Me, and him?
When did he start to become a big-tailed wolf?
He likes me?
That's not right. There are so many men who are attracted to my body, he might just be attracted to it.
What about his girlfriend?
Oh, that's not right. Why worry about his girlfriend?
What should I do???
Gong Huai's bathrobe was completely messed up, the straps hanging there, and the collar was askew, revealing his firm chest. He kissed Ning Zhiran deeply, while using his eyes to savor the person in front of him.
A few strands of hair soaked with sweat were stuck to Ning Zhiran's face. His face was flushed, making his already fair skin even more dazzling.
Ning Zhiran, so beautiful.
Under normal circumstances, Gong Huai would definitely be reluctant to do so. But now, with the help of alcohol, Gong Huai finally extended his fingertips and ran them over the delicate skin as delicate as snow.
Wherever it went, a red mark quickly appeared.
Ning Zhiran shuddered again, a whimper escaped from her throat, and even her toes curled up: "What did you do to me... Did you... Did you drug me..."
Gong Huai's breathing suddenly became heavier.
Yes, it’s coming.
I took a drug called "like".
Gong Huai hugged Ning Zhiran and kissed her for a while. When Ning Zhiran was about to be unable to bear it, he seemed to collapse, covered his eyes with his hands, and cried hesitantly.
Gong Huai: "Baby, why are you crying?"
Ning Zhiran: "I can't beat you... Today, you win..."
Gong Huai's eyes lit up little by little.
"May I."
Tears flowed from between Ning Zhiran's fingers: "You mixed it with wine for all my descendants. Is it still useful to ask this now, you big-tailed wolf..."
Gong Huai smiled: "Not struggling anymore?"
Then the bathrobe that belonged to Kroxin fell completely to the ground.
A huge sense of oppression came over me.
Ning Zhiran was dumbfounded and his eyes widened.
No, no, this is not okay. I will die. I will really die.
Ning Zhiran tried to crawl away using her hands and feet, but every time, Gong Huai easily grabbed her waist and dragged her back to her original place.
"Don't run. I'll get excited."
Ning Zhiran turned his head in disbelief: "Then I'll be on top."
Gong Huai leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Maybe in the next life. You probably don't have a chance in this life."
Ning Zhiran recalled the fear of being dominated by Dayiaoshao and shook his head frantically in fear.
Looking at Ning Zhiran's frightened look, Gong Huai pondered for a moment, picked up the bathrobe belt on the ground, shook it open, covered Ning Zhiran's eyes, and tied a knot behind his head.
Ning Zhiran was stunned for a second and subconsciously wanted to raise her hand, but Gong Huai held her wrist.
Because everything in front of my eyes is black, my other senses are infinitely clear.
Gong Huai's breathing was getting closer and closer, his hot breath fell on his ear, and his tongue tip passed by faintly, with a hint of alcohol and moisture. In the whole world, the only sound was the sound of water as he was being eaten up mouthful by mouthful.
It was like a switch had been pressed. Ning Zhiran couldn't tell where he was being grabbed. His whole body was shaking violently, his eyes were unfocused, and his mouth was slightly open. He knew that now, whether it was Gong Huai's slender fingers or his mouth, he...
No strength left to push it open
Not a single thing left.
The snow is still falling outside, and it's getting thicker and thicker.
Falling snow should be silent, but Ning Zhiran could hear the sound of heavy snow falling.
That sound, and the crackling sparks in his heart, mixed together into a ball.
Snap.
Snap.
Pop.
Ning Zhiran suddenly felt that the seed that he had buried in his heart and never thought of acknowledging had not only grown, but was also ignited by the crackling sound of the snow. It began to sprout, break through the soil, grow wildly, and cover his entire heart.
Big tree, oh big tree, please stop growing. The sound of your growth is too loud and too fast. I am almost going deaf. I am so scared.
This is Gong Huai.
He is the person I hate the most.
"Hmm, wait..."
Gong Huai let out a satisfied yet suppressed sigh.
Oh, it's over, I'm going to die.
I’m dying…
It’s Gong Huai.
“Woo…”
How could it be Gong Huai?
"Uh-huh--"
Surprisingly, it was Gong Huai.
Why, even at this time, he doesn't hate it at all.
Why on earth is that...
Ning Zhiran's consciousness floated in the waves of his brain, the waves hitting his left side, then his right side, causing his consciousness to rise and fall accordingly.
He felt like it must have been ages, but then he also felt like it might not have been that long. Soon, he began to lose weight, his strength weakening. He knew this wasn't normal. This was wrong.
He also knew that he was about to lose his soul.
Help, my soul is about to be sacrificed to the devil.
What to do in the future.
How to face Gong Huai?
What should I call him? Friend? Pretender? Big-Tailed Wolf? Big Bad Guy? Scumbag?
The snow fell heavier and heavier. Ning Zhiran wanted to die at first, but gradually, he could not tell whether it was pain or pleasure.
He only knew that the man was holding him.
Always.
In a trance, the bathrobe strap covering my eyes slowly fell off.
Then Ning Zhiran saw another Gong Huai whom he had never seen before.
It's out of control, it's wild, it's greedy.
It is also gentle.
Ning Zhiran was lost in thought, but the sound in his throat became louder and louder.
Does he really like me?
He likes me?
Ning Zhiran whimpered, raised her weak arms again, and tried in vain to cover her eyes.
However, the next second, the hand was pulled down.
Gong Huai leaned down: "Don't just look at me. You're throbbing here... so swollen. Look."
After saying that, Gong Huai took Ning Zhiran's hand and pressed it gently.
Ning Zhiran started shaking uncontrollably as if she had been electrocuted.
The sky gradually brightened.
His consciousness was lingering on the critical point, his vision was sometimes dark and sometimes bright. At the moment when it was about to become completely dark, a few words suddenly came into his ears.
"Stay with me, okay?"
“Ningning…”
"Relax, don't be so sudden, um..."
Um?
He must have heard it wrong.
Ningning?
How did Gong Huai know his stage name?
That's not right. Is it a coincidence?
Ning Zhiran's eyes rolled back and he completely fainted. At the moment he fainted, he could still feel his whole body shaking violently.
Perhaps, he is not the only one who is shaking.
Maybe.
That night, Ning Zhiran had a dream.
He dreamed of Christmas eighty years later.
He and Gong Huai became two toothless old men, staggering together on the snow-covered street, just to buy each other candy apples for Christmas Eve.
After waiting in line for a long time, they finally bought it. He held the candy in his hand and handed it to Gong Huai, cursing him: "You have no teeth, and you still want to eat this?"
Gong Huai said calmly: "Finn, you don't have any teeth either. Let's go, we have hot pot at home, take some candy and go home to eat."
This is terrible.
He and Gong Huai are both over a hundred years old, not dead yet, and still live together.
The dream was so scary that it woke Ning Zhiran up.
Surprisingly, he didn't appear on the living room carpet.
He was lying on Gong Huai's big bed.
Ah, the familiar asexual room.
Ah, the familiar floral bed sheets.
Ning Zhiran stared at the ceiling, his mind blank for a second.
Huh? Where's that dead guy?
With this question, everything that happened yesterday flooded into his mind.
Before he fainted, it seemed...
The living room carpet was not so decently flooded.
"Ugh, ahhhhh!" Ning Zhiran buried her head in the quilt, her face turning red.
But where did the palace dog go?
Could Gong Gou just go to the ends of the earth and die? Die in the wild, die on Mars, then I wouldn't have to face him anymore, grabbing him and drooling over him like an idiot. Hehe, this is so good, so perfect...
Ning Zhiran shook her head and tried seriously to calm herself down. She took out her cell phone with trembling hands, took three deep breaths, and removed Gong Huai's WeChat from the blacklist.
And sent a message.
The best little rabbit tooth in the world: Where have you been?! Why did you run away? Are you trying to shirk your responsibility?! I'm going to kill you! (Cleaving knife dripping blood.jpg)
Then Gong Gou was put back on the blacklist.
Buzz.
On the bedside table, Gong Huai's cell phone vibrated.
Oh, haha, this person didn’t take his cell phone. Look, it seems he didn’t walk too far. That’s okay, okay.
Ning Zhiran pretended to be calm and busy flipping through the new messages on his phone. Oh, maybe because it was a holiday, many people greeted him.
For example, Adam.
Adam: Bro, are you still alive?
Ning Zhiran replied expressionlessly: "The living are slightly dead."
Very slightly dead.
This time he was completely dirty. Haha. The kind that wouldn't get clean even after taking a thousand showers. And he personally delivered it to my door.
...Oh no, it seems like it's more than just home delivery. It's more like half-heartedly agreeing, half-reluctantly...
It's over, let it be destroyed, whatever.
He continued to look through the messages and found that G had also contacted him at around five in the morning.
G: Yesterday was Christmas Eve, and today is Christmas. Same thing, I'll give you a little red envelope. Hug.
【You have received a transfer of 152000.00￥】
G: I hope this is the last time I speak to you in this capacity.
G: Merry Christmas, I wish you happiness and joy, every Christmas for the rest of your life;)
Ning Zhiran had experienced too much yesterday, and it was difficult for him to exclaim "wow" when transferring money. His throat was so sore that he couldn't even scream. He could only feel touched and quickly accepted the money.
Baby G, I can’t go back to the place you don’t know.
I may never be happy again. Last night, it seemed like I had doubled up all the happiness and joy I had for the rest of my life.
...and with someone I had never thought of.
I'm done. I'm rotten. I asked for it.
Suddenly, Ning Zhiran frowned and realized something was wrong.
GWhat does this mean? What does it mean to be the last time?
Ning Zhiran was in a panic and tried to win back the number one dad.
Ningning: Baby, what do you mean by “the last time”? I, I don’t quite understand.
send.
However, at this moment.
On the bedside table on the left, Gong Huai's mobile phone, which was charging, lit up again with a "buzz".
Uh, haha, here we go again.
wrong.
Ning Zhiran couldn't help but breathe faster, her fingers trembled, and as if possessed by a ghost, she casually sent a period in the conversation box with G.
Buzz.
Gong Huai's phone lit up again.
Ning Zhiran began to feel dizzy again, and a very, very, very scary guess popped into his head.
In order to confirm this guess, he moved little by little from the center of the bed to the bedside table on the left. After hesitating for a long time, he picked up Gong Huai's mobile phone.
He didn't know what the password was, but just looking at the message notification bar on the lock screen was enough.
There are several messages on the screen.
Including news from the night sounds.
It was the message he just sent.
From Ningning, two.
no……
No way?
No way, no way, no way?
Ning Zhiran felt like she was about to faint again, her hand barely able to hold the phone anymore. So, G, G is...
Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open.
Gong Huai casually hung a bath towel around his waist and held a towel in his hand, wiping his still dripping hair.
He walked out and saw Ning Zhiran slumped over the bed, clutching his cell phone, looking terrified.
Gong Huai obviously looked sober, but his expression was quite natural, and he was still wiping his hair. But upon closer inspection, Gong Huai's mouth was a little swollen, and there was a slap mark on one side of his face from last night.
"Oh, my cell phone password is 1111. If you don't like it, I can change it to your birthday. Feel free to look at it." Gong Huai said calmly.
Ning Zhiran broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at his phone, then at Gong Huai, then at his phone again, and then at Gong Huai again.
With shaking hands, he pointed the screen at Gong Huai and said with difficulty: "You, you are G?"
Gong Huai stood there, stunned for a moment.
Then, slowly, he smiled.
Gong Huai raised his foot and took a step towards the bed.
Ning Zhiran instinctively moved back.
Gong Huai walked closer and Ning Zhiran moved further back.
The two of them advanced and retreated like this until finally, Ning Zhiran had nowhere to retreat.
Ning Zhiran trembled as he saw Gong Huai bend down, get on the bed, lean over, and hold him between his long arms.
They were very close, with their noses touching. Ning Zhiran had no place to bury his head, so he could only close his eyes in despair.
At the same time, Gong Huai tilted his head, his eyes fixed on Ning Zhiran's lips, almost touching his mouth, and said slowly:
"yes."
"I am G."
He paused, his eyes slightly curved.
"I scolded you for three months."
"Are you relieved, Ningning?"
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