He woke up and suddenly opened his eyes.

Lynch was taking off his robe, slowly unbuttoning his buttons, pulling out his slender arms from the robe, and his two pale legs were covered in purple, thin but not dry, and he was still very fleshy.

Yu Tanqiu should have sat up immediately and scolded Lynch for being despicable and vulgar, but he couldn't move. He looked at Lynch, who was wearing only the top and underwear, and locked his eyes on Lynch's eyes stiffly.

Kneeling on both sides, lowered his head and directly facing Yu Tanqiu's forehead. His bloody lips slowly opened and closed, "Don't say what makes me unhappy." He turned his face and kissed Yu Tanqiu's

He used his lips to block what Yu Tanqiu might have said.

Yu Tanqiu is in an unprecedented passive state.

Lynch in my memory has never been as strong as he is now. He began to be in a daze again. Is it true? Is it fake? Is it a show? Or is it true? Is Lynch now the real Lynch or is it disguising again?

I can't care so much.

The pale body opened to him, and the palm pressed on his chest gradually became contaminated with heat. Who is the temperature higher? The entangled two people can no longer tell the difference. The round fingertips were deeply trapped in the injured skin, tightly

He grabbed his chest, as if he was about to pull out his heart. Yu Tanqiu clenched Lynch's slender waist with both hands and pushed upwards.

The unilateral strong ups and downs responded, and the congestion between the lips and tongue became intersecting. Lynch put his hands on Yu Tanqiu's neck, rubbed the back of his hairy head, and suddenly lowered his head and bit his lips hard, sucked the corners of his lips and oozed out.

The blood whispered: "I like you."

Yu Tanqiu's boiling blood stopped and then—at a higher boiling point.

Is there any lie that is sweeter than this?

Yu Tanqiu spitted on himself while falling into a more gorgeous dream.

The scarred skin was tightly pressed together. At the last moment, the two of them hugged each other, with deep force so that their bones were creaking. Countless faces of Lynch popped up in Yu Tanqiu's mind. He suddenly thought:

How do you know again? He has never seen a person he has embraced countless times.

How ridiculous and so sad.

What's even more sad is that he was still... unwilling to accept that he missed this person like this...

Yu Tanqiu's arms were firmly bound to Lynch, and his throat was so painful and difficult to speak. His lips and tongue were broken, and the bloody smell remained between his teeth, and his chest was dying.

The ground was rising and falling violently, and a heat rushed out of his tongue desperately. He heard his voice humble, "What is your name...?"

Time seemed to stagnate when the words were asked. Yu Tanqiu clearly understood that this question had put himself in a situation where he could not raise his head. If Lynch had been lying to him, then Lynch would have won a great victory at this moment.

.

After a minute of judgment passed, Yu Tanqiu turned his face, and Lynch leaned against his shoulder, breathing lightly, and his sunken double eyelids revealed fatigue layer by layer.

He fainted.

The overdrafted mental power and forced love-things have exhausted all his physical strength.

Yu Tanqiu's heart swung a swing alone on the edge of the cliff, wishing he could strangle Lynch to death, and his hands were tied around Lynch's neck, but he still couldn't do it.

What if... he's 'dead' and never come back?

Yu Tanqiu hopelessly discovered a cruel fact: from the beginning, he fell into a passive state.

This person can deceive him, disguise, stay with him, or choose to leave at any time, and he can only accept it.

If it were him, he would probably not have any unnecessary feelings for a person who had been in his hands.

Or is it more cruel. Can he be considered a ‘person’ in this person’s heart?

Yu Tanqiu took a deep breath, raised his head and showed a smile with crescendo-tenders, which really made him...unwilling to give up.

It was still snowing outside the window, and the sunset was sunset outside, dark and red, gloomy, glittering the man's outline into a thick ink and colorful stroke, and the orange light at his fingertips appeared faintly.

Lynch narrowed his eyes and looked at the scratches on Yu Tanqiu's back and felt his hands itchy, and he wanted to go up and do it a few more times.

Yu Tanqiu seemed to notice that he had woken up, raised his hand and took a deep breath of cigarette, twisted his face, with a faint expression, "Wake up."

There was no place on Lynch's body from inside to outside that didn't hurt. As soon as he sat up, he noticed that objects that did not belong to him slowly flowed out. His arms that were standing behind him stopped. He had never been so embarrassed afterwards.

Experience.

Yu Tanqiu's eyes kept staring at him. Seeing him paused, he was completely different from his strong and proactive appearance just now. He felt alert at the same time.

No matter what this person does, he may just want to deceive him.

Lynch sucked his nose, looked up at Yu Tanqiu, whose eyes were deep and sharp, and his spirit was restored, and his voice was hoarse: "Hug."

The smoke stuck in Yu Tanqiu's fingertips almost fell off again, and he said with a cold face: "For you, it's just a handful of experience in the virtual world. There is no need to show off this way of losing."

"I didn't show off my loss," Lynch said calmly, "I just want you to hug me."

Yu Tanqiu pinched the cigarette in anger, strode forward, and pinched his chin with his fingers, "Don't think you can still manipulate me left and right. I'm no longer the 'mission target' you can control!"

Lynch looked at him quietly, his broken lips trembled slightly, "Do you... really don't want to hug me?" The eyes hidden in the long eyelashes were filled with a faint light.

Yu Tanqiu sneered, did this person think he would be soft-hearted like this? It's ridiculous.

Yu Tanqiu controlled his other person who was ready to move and wanted to hug the other person's arm, and said coldly: "I just don't want to be idle because I came to the door, but it's not... well--" The vital point was held in the palm of his hand, and Yu Tanqiu's face changed immediately.

Lynch's strength was not meant to flirt at all, it was simply to give him a "fatal blow".

Lynch: "Hug."

Yu Tanqiu's face was red and red, "You let go."

"Hold me first."

"How can I hug you if you don't let go?"

"I believe you can do it."

Yu Tanqiu really wanted to strangle the other person to death, but he put down his fingers that were placing on Lynch's chin, spread his arms, turned his face and hugged him falsely, "Let go."

"Hold tight."

Yu Tanqiu hugged him tightly, "I warn you...well--"

Lynch leaned against him and said slowly: "Don't say anything that makes me sad."

Yu Tanqiu: "...Let's go, let's have a good talk."
Chapter completed!