Chapter 2 Gu Mo's strong smell of alcohol lingered between his lips and teeth...
The strong smell of alcohol exploded between the lips and teeth, igniting the boiling blood.
Chen Song covered his lips and took a long time to calm down. When he was about to say something else, the man had already fallen asleep.
Chen Song could no longer look at this body, so he gritted his teeth and applied medicine to the body, wiped his face, and randomly found a set of clothes for him to wear.
After completing the whole process, Chen Song was exhausted and sweating profusely.
After a while, the man frowned again and muttered:
"Mom...Mom...please don't leave me...I have no home to return to..."
Chen Song stared at him in silence for a while and came to a conclusion.
Hmm...this person is probably...a homeless person.
He has a lot of calluses on his hands and is in good shape. He probably makes a living by moving bricks.
But I earn quite a lot moving bricks, so why am I so poor in the middle of winter that I can only wear short sleeves...
Could it be that he owes some debt?!
He keeps saying that he has no home to return to, so it must be true.
Who wouldn’t go home on New Year’s Eve, unless they were homeless like him.
His mother...
Chen Song was too tired to wash up. He sat on the floor with his hands on the bed and fell asleep while thinking.
When Chen Song woke up the next day, his whole body was numb and he couldn't move. The man on the bed also woke up while Chen Song was struggling.
The pair of dark eyes looked at Chen Song coldly. After a moment of surprise, the man propped up half of his body, rubbed his temples, and looked at the narrow room with impatience.
"You...you're awake," Chen Song said with difficulty. He wanted to get up quickly, but his whole body was numb and painful. "You drank too much last night...you fainted on the street and were injured, so I brought you back."
The man ignored him and just kept massaging his solar plexus with a frown on his face.
Chen Song saw that he had a severe headache and wanted to make him a cup of honey water. Just as he tried to lift his feet and step on the ground, his feet felt like they were being pricked by thousands of needles and he fell down again.
He fell into the man's arms, and the man subconsciously hugged him.
Chen Song was a little scared and pursed his lips unconsciously. What happened last night... was a bit embarrassing.
Chen Song was a little embarrassed and said quickly, "Uh... sorry." He looked at the man a little embarrassedly, "My feet are numb, let me take it easy."
The man glanced at him and said nothing.
After a while, Chen Song felt his body recover. He stood up, boiled some honey water for the man and handed it to him.
The man took a look and asked, "What is this?"
"Honey water." Chen Song said gently, and added, "It can help soothe hangovers and moisturize the throat."
The man took it and drank it. His moist throat became more attractive: "Why did you bring me back?"
Chen Song paused, thinking of the man's appearance last night. He couldn't bear to touch his sad story, so he said, "I'm a medical student. Doctors are like parents."
The man stared at him for a long time, as if he didn't believe what he said, trying to find some flaws.
Chen Song has a thin frame and skin as white as moonlight. There is a hint of sadness between his eyebrows and his eyes are like a calm and indifferent lake.
The man's eyes flashed with Chen Song's appearance last night. That look at Chen Song was like a dandelion falling on his heart, soft and insignificant, but for some reason it tickled his heart.
The man lowered his eyes and noticed the bandaged wound on his body, which felt a little painful and itchy. He raised his eyes and stared at Chen Song.
Chen Song was not wrong, there was indeed a compassionate heart in his words, but he still couldn't resist the man's gaze.
"You must be hungry," Chen Song said, turning around and walking to the small stove a few steps away to start working. "Wait a moment, I'll cook."
Chen Song quickly brought out two bowls of white porridge, a plate of green vegetables, salad cucumber, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
The man raised his eyebrows and looked at the food without saying anything.
Chen Song thought he hadn't had home-cooked food for a long time and was very touched. He handed the chopsticks to him and comforted him with a smile: "Maybe it won't taste like yours. Just make do with it."
The man looked at him expressionlessly, took the chopsticks, and said suddenly: "I don't have a home."
Chen Song was a little embarrassed, knowing he had said the wrong thing. After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and put down his chopsticks: "My name is Chen Song, and I don't have a home either."
"If you don't mind, you can stay here. You're so young, I can find you some easy work that won't require the hard work of moving bricks."
"What?" The man put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Song. There was a hint of absurd disbelief in his dark eyes. He sneered sarcastically, "Moving bricks? I move bricks?"
Chen Song was stunned for a moment and pointed at his hand: "Ah, sorry, I thought..."
He didn't know why he suddenly assumed that the man was moving bricks, so he explained, "That... is some heavy work, right? I can recommend an easier job for you. It won't be too tiring... and the salary will be enough for living..."
As the man's face grew darker, Chen Song's voice grew smaller and smaller.
In fact, Chen Song is not a talkative person. Maybe the look of a man being abandoned by the whole world is too similar to his appearance when he was a teenager, so he can't help but want to help him.
Chen Song lowered his eyes: "Sorry. I offended you."
The man sneered and continued eating. In his peripheral vision, he felt that Chen Song's cautious look was extremely stupid and funny.
"Um..." Chen Song spoke after a while, "What's your name?"
"Gu..." The man paused and looked at him with an ambiguous smile, "Mo."
"Which mo? The Mo of ink?" Chen Song was dazzled by his smile for a moment and laughed unconsciously.
When Chen Song smiled, his gray eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of autumn water, making people feel as if it had rained in the south of the Yangtze River, with a hint of melancholy and a kind of elusive charm.
The man couldn't help but be distracted for a moment, and replied: "Yeah."
Chen Song nodded: "It's a nice name."
"Where is your song?" Gu Mo asked.
"Er Dong Chen, the song of praise."
After dinner, Gu Mo was about to leave. Before he left, Chen Song stopped him and stuffed a piece of paper into his pocket. Inside the paper was five hundred yuan: "This is my phone number. If you have any difficulties, you can contact me."
Gu Mo smiled without saying anything, pulled Chen Song's hand away, turned around and left, waving his hand: "The meal is well cooked."
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After that, Gu Mo never showed up again, and life went on as usual until school was about to start, when Gu Mo appeared again like Santa Claus coming to the door late at night.
Gu Mo was drunk again and stood at the door of the rental house, ringing the doorbell. Chen Song was awakened in the middle of the night and was shocked, thinking that someone was causing trouble.
As a result, through the cat's eye, I saw Gu Mo wearing a thin leather jacket.
Chen Song quickly opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, Gu Mo fell on him and whispered in his ear, "Surprise~ I miss you..."
"I've cooked dinner."
His tone was low and ambiguous, hitting his eardrums and making Chen Song's heartbeat soar.
Chen Song had thought about Gu Mo these days, but he didn't think about it in that way. He was just worried about whether he was living well alone, which was not easy for him.
But something was wrong with Gu Mo today. His lips brushed against Chen Song's neck, burning every inch of his skin.
Chen Song only discovered that he liked boys in his first year of high school.
He had always been gloomy and withdrawn since childhood, not good at socializing with people, let alone women. It wasn't that he was shy, but he was afraid of angering women.
Because he really didn't know how to please his mother, everything he did was wrong.
Later, during adolescence, the boys teased him by showing him pornographic movies. He showed him both male and female pornographic movies, but he showed no reaction. The boys, however, shot themselves in the foot, scolding him for being so noble and calling him sick.
Chen Song didn't dare tell anyone else, so he could only search online to see if he was really sick. After reading the analysis and searching for gay, he was so embarrassed that he confirmed that he was gay.
Later, he also had a crush on a boy, but he soon broke up with her.
I have experienced some ups and downs over the years, and I have many suitors, but they are all girls, and I don’t have the time to think about these things.
This body's desire seemed to have been suppressed for a long time. A man with a very superior appearance like Gu Mo could arouse him almost at the first touch.
He immediately thought of Gu Mo's body, and his heart began to beat violently. He was startled and quickly pushed Gu Mo away, stammering, "You are drunk. I... I am a man."
"I know." Gu Mo looked at Chen Song's blushing face, smiled and lifted his chin, playing with his name with interest, "Chen Song, what are you thinking about?"
Gu Mo's rough fingertips rubbed Chen Song's crystal clear lips in a unique manner.
Chen Song was shocked when he heard this and took a step back as if he had been electrocuted: "I, I, I will go get you a glass of honey water."
Before Gu Mo could respond, he hurriedly went to boil honey water. He didn't expect Gu Mo to be the same...
Gu Mo curled his lips and looked at his flustered back, a hunter's teasing flashing in his eyes. He closed the door and waited for Chen Song to frantically boil honey water.
"It's a little hot," Chen Song handed it to him, "drink slowly."
Gu Mo took it, a faint smile on his face, and drank it all in one gulp. His bright red tongue licked the sweetness that remained at the corner of his mouth: "Are you sober now?"
Chen Song looked at the slight blush on Gu Mo's face and hesitated a bit. But seeing that he didn't do anything out of line, he nodded.
Who knew that the next moment Gu Mo kissed him on the lips. While he was still in great shock, his jaws had already been knocked open, and his lips and teeth were filled with the warm sweet taste of honey. Before he could resist, he was kissed to the point of being unable to breathe.
Chen Song's heart was beating violently, his whole body was weak, and when he was about to suffocate, Gu Mo let him go, pinched his bleeding earlobe, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you wanted me to stay here?"
"Those who live together are married couples. Are you hinting at that?"
Chen Song quickly explained: "I...you misunderstood"
Before she could finish her words, she was choked by Gu Mo's kiss. Gu Mo left a kiss like raindrops: "It's too late. Don't you have any thoughts about me?"
Chen Song's head was dizzy: "I..."
His mind is now in a state of confusion. In his understanding, these are things that can only be done with a lover.
But does he love Gu Mo? How can he love her after just meeting her once? But why doesn't he dislike Gu Mo's touch?
Gu Mo...what does Gu Mo think?
Chen Song's snow-white skin was as translucent as jade in the moonlight, and his misty eyes were tinged with red, like clouds floating in the sky.
The surrounding scenes were blurred, only the silver necklace hanging on Gu Mo's neck was swaying like the moon in the sky.
Chen Song thinks Gu Mo is a monster.
Him too.
Chen Song didn't believe in love at first sight. It was just that he seemed to be a little obsessed with sex. After Gu Mo left, he always thought of him from time to time and kept waiting for him to call him.
When I saw him again, my heart was pounding.
Chen Song felt that he was very useless for falling in love with a person of unknown origin so superficially.
The next day, Gu Mo helped Chen Song treat his inflamed wound. Seeing his shy expression, he paused slightly, then smiled and kissed him: "Then please bear with me from now on."
Chen Song was very happy and regarded Gu Mo's words as the beginning of this relationship.
In this case, he would take care of Gu Mo wholeheartedly. After applying the medicine, Chen Song endured the pain and cooked for Gu Mo.
Chen Song didn’t know what Gu Mo liked to eat, so he just cooked whatever was available at home.
Gu Mo actually has a very picky palate. He doesn't eat onions or cilantro, but prefers sweet and sour pork ribs and eggplant.
Seeing that Gu Mo was in a good mood while eating, Chen Song asked, "You look similar to me, so you should be a college student too."
Gu Mo said casually: "I don't go to school."
Chen Song pondered for a moment and said nothing.
Gu Mo smiled at him, as if he had guessed what he was thinking: "Why? Do you think I'm too poor to even afford to go to school?"
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