Chapter 59 Bad Dog Stinky Dog
Chapter 59
The night is covered with rain, and the world is engulfed by water.
The sky was torn apart by lightning, the day suddenly brightened, and the sound waves from the horizon broke through the tightly closed doors and windows of the house with a devastating momentum. Thunder suddenly exploded in the quiet room, with unstoppable force, piercing through the sky and the earth, like the final roar of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.
Boom boom boom——
The sudden noise woke Wen Xi from her confused state of mind. His waist was pinched and it felt a little painful, but more of it was weak. Yan Jue's breathing, which was very close to his ear, was also very disordered.
Just when I finally got used to it, there was another roar of heaven and earth without any warning.
Boom boom
Wen Xi was frightened and shook hands instinctively. Yan Jue snorted. The one being controlled was Yan Jue, but Wen Xi, who was controlling him, lost all his strength due to the shock and fell into the man's arms with disordered breathing.
The hot and ambiguous sticky atmosphere reached its peak at the moment the movie ended.
“Hmm—”
Wen Xi buried his head in Yan Jue's shoulder. The sound of rain, thunder and heavy breathing intertwined together, drilling straight into his ears and then further drilling into his heart.
Wen Xi had never felt so clearly the difference in size between himself and Yan Jue.
He knelt on Yan Jue's thighs, with his calves drawn inward and resting on the sofa between the man's legs, his bare ankles rubbing against the slippery cashmere cushion, Yan Jue's strong arms wrapped around his waist, buckling him in his arms like a seat belt, and his shoulders pressed against Yan Jue's chest, not bones touching bones, but bones sinking into the strong pectoral muscles, which were soft when relaxed and became hard when he inhaled and tensed. At this moment, his head was buried in the man's neck, with his profile pressed against Yan Jue's Adam's apple, and every up and down roll was completely transmitted to Wen Xi.
This is a posture that is completely controlled by Yan Jue in his arms, holding him tightly.
It was a very dangerous posture. Yan Jue could do anything to him as long as he wanted.
Wen Xi was thin, and the kneeling position on his thighs made his calf bones ache and feel uncomfortable, but at this moment he did not dare to raise his head, did not dare to look directly at Yan Jue's face, and did not even dare to move his hands.
80% of their body parts are the same and are stuck together, like two people suffering from skin hunger who have to stick their bodies tightly together to relieve the emptiness and bone-eroding condition.
As for the remaining 20%, which could not be touched, or which people dared not touch, Wenxi touched with his hands.
The movie's curtain call was playing in the room, covering up some of the awkwardness. As the last sound of the music ended, the movie ended and the room fell into a silence that made him want to die.
Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the man's fingertips felt hot. Wen Xi was suddenly frightened by him and looked up in shock. When she raised her eyes, she saw Yan Jue's neck with a rolling Adam's apple. There was a circle of bright red teeth marks around the sexy little mole on his throat, like a puppy's pens.
The light in the room turned on automatically, and Wen Xi's eyes happened to meet Yan Jue's dark eyes.
The lights are on and nothing can be hidden.
The man's dark eyes were slightly half-narrowed, and his sharp, indifferent, ascetic/cold face did not show much expression change, but the sweaty ends of his hair hanging down between his eyebrows revealed the sexiness of an adult man with overflowing hormones after sex.
Yan Jue just sat there, holding Wen Xi's wrist, staring at him without blinking. Wen Xi had no idea what Yan Jue was thinking. He tried his best to stay calm so that he would look equally matched and not be too at a disadvantage.
Wen Xi pursed her lips and asked softly, "Do you... do you feel happy?"
The corners of Wen Xi's lips were swollen from being sucked, and a button on his collar was rubbed open, revealing a small piece of collarbone. Although his breathing was unstable, he still pretended to be calm, like a mushroom pretending to be mature and bullying others.
Yan Jue nodded. He thought he was so happy that he would die, and he would go crazy if he couldn't control the torture.
"That's fine," Wen Xi didn't know what to say. His eyes were wandering around and he lowered his head to see a frightening scene.
He was at a loss as to what to do and tried to break free from Yan Jue's hand, but his struggle was too strong and in a panic, the back of his hand hit the man's waist and abdomen, making a slight "pop" sound.
The hot water slid down and dripped onto Yan Jue's pure black pajamas.
Wen Xi's eyes widened, his pupils contracted, and he dared not move anymore.
The boy held his hands helplessly, his cheeks flushed, and the small mole on the tip of his nose looked timid. The fox's eyes were full of panic. He didn't know what to do, so he subconsciously stared at it, almost crying out of grievance, and murmured: "You...why...why is it like this..."
Yan Jue held Wen Xi's wrist again. Wen Xi lowered her head and saw the familiar veins on the back of the man's hand and wrist bones.
The fingers that held Wenxi's thin wrist bones were holding tightly, and there were thin calluses on the fingertips. It was painful and hot to pinch Wenxi's wrist.
"I told you not to, but you insisted on coming," Yan Jue held Wen Xi's hand and kissed the tip of Wen Xi's nose: "I scared you and you're going to cry again."
The whisper was intimate and calm, like an elder reprimanding a younger one for being naughty and playful.
Wen Xi's pretended calmness and matureness were exposed. His expression changed again and again. He glared with shame and anger, and said fiercely: "But I made you very happy, and you still want to be mean to me."
The alcohol magnified the grievance in his heart. Wen Xi leaned over and bit Yan Jue's neck. "You are such a bastard for repaying kindness with enmity."
Wenxi didn't hold back his strength, and bit very hard. Yanjue took a breath because of the pain in his neck. Wenxi heard the man gasp, and subconsciously loosened his teeth. Then he was patted on the back. Yanjue said calmly: "Wenxi, the little dog who bites when he loses his temper."
They were clearly flirting, so why was Yan Jue so calm? Wen Xi was not convinced and said in a muffled voice: "Stinky dog."
Stinky dog, bad dog, bastard, dog.
These coronation titles that sound like praise to vicious beasts, when uttered in tears by humans who have coveted the tenderness and beauty of the human beings for a long time and finally tasted it, are more like affectionate and coquettish words than scolding, and are the supreme reward for male hormones and the ability to compete for mates.
In addition, what arrived before these angry words was the faint scent of orange wine on Wen Xi's body, which blew on the wound, causing pain, itchiness and pleasure.
Wen Xi is like an ostrich now, burying her head and unable to get up. Yan Jue lowers his eyes and sees the boy's porcelain white neck.
One hand can encircle it. It is thin and white. When you lower your head, the first segment of the spine bulges out, like a piece of white jade. You want to touch it or lick it to see if it feels warm or cool. But these ideas are not allowed now, because there is a circle of deep teeth marks outside the white jade. He bit it, and only he could bite it, which is the mark of the enclosure. It is red and slightly swollen, which creates a great visual impact and a morbid satisfaction with the fair skin.
The knuckles of Yan Jue's hands that were placed on Wen Xi's side turned white and his throat tightened.
Wen Xi nestled in Yan Jue's neck, feeling Yan Jue's sudden heavy breathing, his throat rolling violently, and his temperament was very impetuous. He felt a sense of crisis in his heart, his brain was on alert, and he quickly said, "You...what's wrong..."
The man's voice was unstable and muffled, and it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth: "Nothing..."
The last few words were vague and Wen Xi didn't hear clearly. Before he could ask again, Yan Jue suddenly leaned over, and when he stood up again, Wen Xi felt his hand being wiped.
Wen Xi's eyes widened, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. She didn't dare to move or speak, and just waited for Yan Jue to finish cleaning up.
The time was long and difficult.
Wen Xi didn't know what Yan Jue was thinking at this moment, but there were only three words in his mind - [semen] [too much] [so hot]
The man moved slowly and methodically, taking care of every gap between his fingers while holding the tissue. He was extremely careful and patient, but Wenxi felt as if she had run a thousand meters, with sweat on her back from the heat.
He thought that he would still be shy even if he went through this desensitization training again, so he decided not to help Yan Jue until he found a good opportunity.
If you want to die of shame, then just die once and for all when you confess.
The rain outside stopped, and the movie lasted for more than 20 minutes. I couldn't even remember the name of the lead actor. Wen Xi was pinched at the base of her right ring finger. She couldn't stand the torture of this subtle silence and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"
Emotional fluctuations become larger, and shame will turn into anger.
Yan Jue decided to stop while he was ahead: "Okay."
The man's "OK" was like heavenly music to Wen Xi. He clenched his fingers stiffly to make sure there was no hot water left, then immediately used his hands and feet to climb out of Yan Jue's arms.
But as soon as I moved my legs, an unusual feeling reached my brain. Although the red wine poured down my back, it didn't wet my pants.
Realizing what was going on, Wen Xi's eyes widened and he took a barely audible breath.
Yan Jue did not stop Wen Xi from running, but saw his face suddenly change, and looked at him in confusion.
Wen Xi and Yan Jue looked at each other. Wen Xi could see the confusion in the man's eyes. She was sure that Yan Jue had not noticed it yet, so she quickly lowered her eyes, crawled out with a little stiff and panicked movements, and fell nimbly onto the sofa next to her. Then she stood up without stopping, walked two steps to the side on the carpet, and kept a safe distance from Yan Jue.
The boy moved as fast as the wind. Before Yan Jue could react, Wen Xi was already standing three meters away from him, with his head down, his ears and neck red, his black hair fluffy on his head, a few stiff hairs sticking up stubbornly, his hands hanging at his sides, he stood straight, wearing a beige pajamas of the right size, with only his ankles, wrists and neck exposed, like a thorny celery standing in the corner for punishment.
The hand hanging at the side of the body wanted to make a fist, but the fingers curled up. As soon as the fingertips touched the palm, he remembered what this hand had done with a similar hand shape. The heat in the palm, which had finally subsided, suddenly became burning, as if it was splashed with hot water and scalded again.
His fingers trembled helplessly, and finally dropped down in exhaustion, not daring to move. Wen Xi lowered his head. The ground was covered with soft black wool carpet. He was wearing slippers, and his toes couldn't help but scratch the ground.
Xiaohua used to be very quiet. City A was experiencing the heaviest and most unseen rainstorm in the past ten years, and Xiaohua was determined to join in the rain today.
Oh my god.
How could this happen? We kissed each other before.
Wen Xi's mind was in a mess. He wanted to run, but someone held his shoulder.
Wen Xi raised her head and met Yan Jue's straightforward and dark eyes. The man's hair on his forehead was a little damp, his head was slightly lowered, and his posture was relaxed, but his clothes were wrinkled as if they had been rubbed vigorously.
Wen Xi observed Yan Jue's pants calmly.
For black fabric, you can’t see the color change after it gets wet with water.
Wen Xi pursed her lips, hoping that the rain did not wet Yan Jue's pants. If such an accident happened before he confessed, after he confessed, Yan Jue would only need to use his brain a little to realize whether his reaction was so big because of PTSD caused by the hot water from hand care or because he could not control the rain and got wet and ran away in panic.
Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi who was daydreaming with his head down, twisted his fingers, and felt a fire in his heart. He once again regretted throwing away the cigarette too early.
He should have stopped Wen Xi and waited for a while before doing something like this, something that scared him so much.
Yan Jue touched Wen Xi's back, which was hot and damp. Her beige pajamas were stuck to her back due to sweating from shyness and the wine he poured for her. They fit her tightly, and her spine and shoulder blades were particularly obvious. Looking up, he saw bite marks that were faintly visible, hidden by the wet hair.
Wenxi felt Yanjue patting him on the back. He looked up and saw Yanjue frowning, saying with some guilt: "Sorry."
Wenxi blinked, and Yanjue continued, "I shouldn't have poured red wine on you. I couldn't control myself."
The voice was low and so calm that Wen Xi felt it was too straightforward.
"Ah..." Wen Xi was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. He lowered his eyes, glanced at Yan Jue's pants, and then moved away with a hot look, "It's okay, I'm not angry."
It's just red wine poured on the back, although it's a bit sticky, but Wenxi has seen more fun things, and his cognitive scope has been expanded to an infinite extent. Compared with those games that require mosaics, pouring red wine on the back is really nothing.
The gaze above her head was blazing. Wen Xi could feel the feeling of being wet by the rain when she moved a little. Her breathing became a little rapid. She lowered her head and said quickly, "Husband... I can understand the interest of a couple."
"But alcohol... makes me uncomfortable. I want to take a shower now."
Wen Xi kept her head down while saying these words, her hair sliding down to cover her red, bleeding ears, but revealing the bite marks on her white neck. Standing up, one can get a more comprehensive look.
The redness and swelling were even more severe than what he had just seen. Yan Jue raised his hand, and just before his fingertips touched the skin, he clenched his fist and restrainedly moved it away. After a long time, Wen Xi heard a word that Yan Jue seemed to squeeze out of his throat.
He seemed calm, but in fact, deep within those peaceful eyes, there were turbulent waves.
"Go ahead."
"I'll clean up here."
Wen Xi quickly raised his eyes to glance at the sofa, his throat rolling, and he hummed, picked up the phone on the table, and walked away quickly with slightly stiff steps.
Yan Jue was the only one left in the home theater. He looked at the messy sofa, the cushions soaked by wine, the glasses that fell on the ground, and the randomly thrown paper balls. His throat rolled and he opened a bottle of ice water with stiff movements and drank it all in one gulp.
Yan Jue threw the empty water bottle into the trash can with a bang, stood there for a long time, and finally moved to clean up.
He raised his foot and suddenly stopped.
Yan Jue lowered his eyes, reached out and pressed his trousers on his thigh, his fingertips were a little wet.
I don’t know if it was wet by red wine or ice water.
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