The dragon has no home to go back to, but it wants to stay in someone's place. He seems to be begging, but he is holding on to Xie Qingcheng, as if he wants to taste the freshness of the dressing room again.
The dragon tagged a man, but the man turned around and cleaned himself up. The dragon was so upset that he tapped his tail, naturally wanting to tag him again.
A few hours later.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes are slack, lying between the pillows and blankets.
Although he had previously rebuilt his defences mentally, choosing to be perfunctory and accepting, physically he still couldn't.
And now he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake in agreeing to He Yu's ongoing relationship in order to address the obstacles that were holding him back.
Because the little beast has too much stamina too ......
It simply interfered more with his arrangements.
He Yu lounged next to him, his fingers wrapping around his slightly longer dark hair.
"Brother. Did I behave well just now."
"......"
The desire of adolescents is very strong, just looking at Xie Qingcheng's face with even the slightest hint of lust makes He Yu feel as if electricity is running through his tailbone, and he doesn't remember any tiredness, as if the energy of a young boy cannot be used up, he just wants more.
Unlike Xie Qingcheng, who only sleeps with him because he wants to kill himself.
Today, Xie Qingcheng's body is a calming agent for him.
No matter how harsh Xie Qingcheng's words are, no matter how determined he is, once He Yu has slept with him, he will settle down and his temper will become good.
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His mood calmed down and the argument he had just had seemed to be nothing at this moment.
Chen Man isn't much more than that.
Chen Man won't be able to eat it anyway, so he'll be craving it.
The way He Yu looks at Xie Qingcheng at this moment is much gentler, the gentleness is stripped away from the usual gloom, it is pure, just like a normal nineteen year old in love.
Unfortunately, Xie Qingcheng does not look at him.
He Yu also called him, " Xie Qingcheng ."
Xie Qingcheng did not respond.
He Yu touched the corner of his lips, "Do you hurt?"
Xie Qingcheng ignores.
He Yu wrapped his arms around his waist again and kissed him from his shoulder blade to his collarbone, "Are you comfortable?"
Xie Qingcheng ignored him, and Xie Qingcheng said, "Can you get lost?"
He Yu smiled, rather shamelessly, "I'm so tired, I'm doing so hard and you don't even consider me? I want you to sleep with me for a while."
There was no discussion, not with his mouth, not with his hands, he hugged Xie Qingcheng very tightly.
Xie Qingcheng stared coldly at the ceiling and said half-heartedly, "You really aren't disgusting to men at all now."
"I'm disgusting."
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Xie Qingcheng sneered, "I really don't see the difference between what you're doing and being gay."
He Yu then sank his face down and after a long silence, he said, "This is different."
"How is it different."
The teenager was paranoid, trying desperately to prove something: "Then I'm only like that with you too."
"......" Xie Qingcheng slowly rolled his eyes and his gaze landed on He Yu's face, only the sight was cool, cooler than the snow on the window prongs, "You're not gay if you're only with me, are you fucking ridiculous? Ridiculous."
He Yu's face grew even harder, and deep down he seemed to know that it was wrong, that it was just a forced argument, but he chose to ignore his own internal cross-examination.
He said, "I don't like other men, I'll just do it with you."
"I don't want anyone else."
"Xie Qingcheng: I don't like men."
"Are you blind, I am the man."
"You're different, you're the exception."
Xie Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and his tone seemed to harbour some cold, ruthless shadows of a knife: "Why?"
He Yu doesn't know why. But that's not something you can say, naturally. He is a "He Yu who has slept with many women".
So he said casually, "...... you ...... are good looking."
"Thanks, so if I scratch my face, will we be able to end this boring game."
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The boy didn't expect such a reaction to his casual remark and, startled, got up and looked down at him: "Xie Qingcheng!"
But then a cold sweat cooled down and he stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes and regained his composure: "No, you won't."
"Why wouldn't I."
"You're a man who values his life. You take life very seriously."
Xie Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes slowly closed and his throat rolled, "Sorry, little friend, I take my own life very lightly."
He Yu suddenly snapped, his heart felt like it had been hit by something, he lowered his voice and whispered sternly in Xie Qingcheng's ear, "If you dare, I'll lock you up, cover your face and torment you to death-!"
Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes and looked at He Yu with extremely cold peach blossom eyes: "Since when do you like my face so much? I haven't seen you think I'm so pretty before."
"......"
He Yu could not answer.
He finally said to Xie Qingcheng, "You, you're not going to disfigure yourself for me, am I that important to you?"
Xie Qingcheng did not speak, and after a long time, his voice sounded like an icy spring flowing over the still-warm mattress, and he smiled coldly: "That's true."
"And what do you count, He Yu ." There was a little sigh in his voice.
He Yu feels uncomfortable for no apparent reason.
He didn't like him calling him He Yu.
He realised that Xie Qingcheng hadn't called him a kid for a long time - not since that night in the clubhouse.
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He Yu pestered Xie Qingcheng for a while longer because of this feeling of discomfort, and by the time he came to his senses it was completely dark.
In the evening, Chen Man called again.
He was still not sure about the state of He Yu and Xie Qingcheng before and wanted to ask how they were doing.
Of course Xie Qingcheng couldn't tell Chen Man the truth, so he said, "...... It's fine, there was a misunderstanding earlier, so it's fine once we've explained it."
Chen Man chatted with Xie Qingcheng for a few more minutes and then said that he would like to come to Xie Qingcheng's place for Yang Zhou fried rice after work in a few days.
He Yu listened indifferently to their conversation and then, after Xie Qingcheng hung up, kissed Xie Qingcheng's cool lips - Chen Man could only hear the words coming out of those lips, but he could kiss them, turning the coldness into a moist, burning heat.
"Thank you, brother." At the end he pulled himself slightly away from Xie Qingcheng, both of them still breathing a little sharply, but Xie Qingcheng's eyes were already cold and penetrating.
He Yu gazed at the pair of tricks, then said, "Will you get up and make me fried rice? And I want a bowl of porridge."
"......"
Xie Qingcheng thought, "Absolutely.
There was a haze in He Yu's eyes because of Chen Man, but he bargained petulantly, "If you want me to leave, then I'll leave after the meal."
It's rare for the active partner to ask the one who is suffering to get up and make dinner after having a good time all night, whether it's between the same sex or the opposite sex.
In normal times, people would go to the kitchen to make soup or order room service to deliver a meal, and even in ancient times, when a king pampered a court lady, he would at least ask the eunuchs to attend to her afterwards.
He Yu, however, is shameless and a special case.
And what about Xie Qingcheng?
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Xie Qingcheng wanted to scold him, but he was so tired that he was sick of looking at He Yu - it took energy to argue, and he didn't even want to look at him right now.
What's more, he doesn't want He Yu to feel he's been tossed around to the point of losing his strength; he's always felt like a pure man, a strong man.
Xie Qingcheng got up to cook without a word in order to get him out early, his face as calm as if nothing had happened.
His back was sore, and there was an unspeakable discomfort, but it had all been internalised by Xie Qingcheng, and all He Yu could get from his face now was endless indifference.
Like a ruin, the invaders dug into the ground and could not find any treasures that called for cheer.
He Yu got dressed and got up to check on him in the kitchen, inexplicably going from calm to agitation, from agitation to loss and from loss to bewilderment, leaning sullenly against the doorframe and rambling on and on as a way of alleviating the boredom he felt inside.
"Xie Qingcheng, set aside a little less sesame oil."
"Xie Qingcheng: chop the spring onions finely."
"Xie Qingcheng: don't put the salt in so early."
"......"
He deliberately picked and chose, but he couldn't actually cook, and Lupin fiddled with the big axe, pointing it out for no reason. He expected the man to turn his head and swear at him, as he had done before -
But men don't.
Whatever he says, Xie Qingcheng does it with a scowl, like a wordless, emotionless dismissal after the disgust has reached its peak.
This silence disturbed He Yu even more than Xie Qingcheng's previous attitude of at least being willing to argue with him.
He walks over to Xie Qingcheng and suddenly wraps his arms around his waist from behind, kisses Xie Qingcheng's neck sideways and puts his hand on Xie Qingcheng's wrist, asking him to let go of the spoon he is using to cook the porridge.
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Xie Qingcheng ignores him at first, his peach blossom eyes fixed on the blue flames dancing on the gas stove.
He Yu finally got tired of being pestered by him and, without looking back, said coldly, "You want to rut or you want to eat."
But the colder he was, the more tasty He Yu seemed to find it, and the scent of sterile water seemed to become a deep, strong pheromone. He had never touched a woman.
Xie Qingcheng is like an elder who guides him into the depths of the Garden of Eden, whether for whatever reason he starts, the end result is that he lets him in.
Then he wanted to spend every moment with the man who had embraced him for the first time, in a forbidden place full of animal lust, tasting the excitement that was still new to him.
He Yu lowered his eyes, kissed the back of his neck and said, "Let the porridge simmer for a while."
On a cold day in late autumn, when the fire is burning on the stove, it is far hotter inside than outside, and the old-fashioned window panes are then covered with a white mist, so that nothing can be seen inside or outside.
The hand was pale and long-boned, and when it rested on it, it was spasmodic, and if you looked closely, you could see the hand trembling against the glass.
Then another, younger-looking hand clasped up, clasping the back of the original one, five fingers over five, clutching tightly, and this time there was no need to even look closely as the window shook violently, almost precariously, about to be shattered.
Just then, there was a muffled sound in the room, and both hands moved away from the window glass, which brought out a clear mark, through which, before the fresh vapour had covered it, the man on the kitchen table could be faintly seen, replaced on his back, his loose black hair visible, his broad straight shoulder blades, and his eyes raised to the hot face of the young man standing in front of it.
Was this the look of frenzy and obsession as the lonely dragon chewed on the human sacrifice on the stone bed?
The answer was silent, like the ambiguous fog of winter's wind and snow, which soon covered the clear traces on the glass windows again. What was happening inside, the window fog was thick, so no one could see, their voices were low, deliberately muted, so no one could hear ......
At the end, only a suppressed, muffled grunt came faintly through a gap in the window's edge, slightly altered in tune and leaking into the wind and snow.
The dark shadows sway and the fog is black hair, jade forms, intertwined sins, as if one is holding up the other.
The dragon bowed his head and kissed the human's eyelashes with his scarred beak.
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The room was so hot that the warm afterglow felt like it had turned into a pool of hot spring water, soaking both of them.
"Don't cook for Chen Man in the future."
He Yu's voice is still slightly breathy, beastly and wild, a little insistent and a little nervous.
"I don't like him, he's a nasty gay."
He still has the nerve to say such things - he has the nerve to call others gay in disgust when he obviously did everything he shouldn't have done.
Xie Qingcheng pushed him away as soon as he was done, but he was quick to chill, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly sharply, and his eyes, looking out through his wet forehead hair, were already cold, so cold that they were chilling.
"Take a step back, He Yu. Even if he's gay, he's better than you." Finally he opened his lips slightly, barely rippling, to He Yu, "He's never shown such endless interest in me, even if he was gay. Unlike you."
There was a pause, a sting of irony.
"Good one." The words were calm, but like the cone of a knife, "Outright, heterosexual."
The dragon has no home to go back to, but it wants to stay in someone's place. He seems to be begging, but he is holding on to Xie Qingcheng, as if he wants to taste the freshness of the dressing room again.
The dragon tagged a man, but the man turned around and cleaned himself up. The dragon was so upset that he tapped his tail, naturally wanting to tag him again.
A few hours later.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes are slack, lying between the pillows and blankets.
Although he had previously rebuilt his defences mentally, choosing to be perfunctory and accepting, physically he still couldn't.
And now he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake in agreeing to He Yu's ongoing relationship in order to address the obstacles that were holding him back.
Because the little beast has too much stamina too ......
It simply interfered more with his arrangements.
He Yu lounged next to him, his fingers wrapping around his slightly longer dark hair.
"Brother. Did I behave well just now."
"......"
The desire of adolescents is very strong, just looking at Xie Qingcheng's face with even the slightest hint of lust makes He Yu feel as if electricity is running through his tailbone, and he doesn't remember any tiredness, as if the energy of a young boy cannot be used up, he just wants more.
Unlike Xie Qingcheng, who only sleeps with him because he wants to kill himself.
Today, Xie Qingcheng's body is a calming agent for him.
No matter how harsh Xie Qingcheng's words are, no matter how determined he is, once He Yu has slept with him, he will settle down and his temper will become good.
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His mood calmed down and the argument he had just had seemed to be nothing at this moment.
Chen Man isn't much more than that.
Chen Man won't be able to eat it anyway, so he'll be craving it.
The way He Yu looks at Xie Qingcheng at this moment is much gentler, the gentleness is stripped away from the usual gloom, it is pure, just like a normal nineteen year old in love.
Unfortunately, Xie Qingcheng does not look at him.
He Yu also called him, " Xie Qingcheng ."
Xie Qingcheng did not respond.
He Yu touched the corner of his lips, "Do you hurt?"
Xie Qingcheng ignores.
He Yu wrapped his arms around his waist again and kissed him from his shoulder blade to his collarbone, "Are you comfortable?"
Xie Qingcheng ignored him, and Xie Qingcheng said, "Can you get lost?"
He Yu smiled, rather shamelessly, "I'm so tired, I'm doing so hard and you don't even consider me? I want you to sleep with me for a while."
There was no discussion, not with his mouth, not with his hands, he hugged Xie Qingcheng very tightly.
Xie Qingcheng stared coldly at the ceiling and said half-heartedly, "You really aren't disgusting to men at all now."
"I'm disgusting."
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Xie Qingcheng sneered, "I really don't see the difference between what you're doing and being gay."
He Yu then sank his face down and after a long silence, he said, "This is different."
"How is it different."
The teenager was paranoid, trying desperately to prove something: "Then I'm only like that with you too."
"......" Xie Qingcheng slowly rolled his eyes and his gaze landed on He Yu's face, only the sight was cool, cooler than the snow on the window prongs, "You're not gay if you're only with me, are you fucking ridiculous? Ridiculous."
He Yu's face grew even harder, and deep down he seemed to know that it was wrong, that it was just a forced argument, but he chose to ignore his own internal cross-examination.
He said, "I don't like other men, I'll just do it with you."
"I don't want anyone else."
"Xie Qingcheng: I don't like men."
"Are you blind, I am the man."
"You're different, you're the exception."
Xie Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and his tone seemed to harbour some cold, ruthless shadows of a knife: "Why?"
He Yu doesn't know why. But that's not something you can say, naturally. He is a "He Yu who has slept with many women".
So he said casually, "...... you ...... are good looking."
"Thanks, so if I scratch my face, will we be able to end this boring game."
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The boy didn't expect such a reaction to his casual remark and, startled, got up and looked down at him: "Xie Qingcheng!"
But then a cold sweat cooled down and he stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes and regained his composure: "No, you won't."
"Why wouldn't I."
"You're a man who values his life. You take life very seriously."
Xie Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes slowly closed and his throat rolled, "Sorry, little friend, I take my own life very lightly."
He Yu suddenly snapped, his heart felt like it had been hit by something, he lowered his voice and whispered sternly in Xie Qingcheng's ear, "If you dare, I'll lock you up, cover your face and torment you to death-!"
Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes and looked at He Yu with extremely cold peach blossom eyes: "Since when do you like my face so much? I haven't seen you think I'm so pretty before."
"......"
He Yu could not answer.
He finally said to Xie Qingcheng, "You, you're not going to disfigure yourself for me, am I that important to you?"
Xie Qingcheng did not speak, and after a long time, his voice sounded like an icy spring flowing over the still-warm mattress, and he smiled coldly: "That's true."
"And what do you count, He Yu ." There was a little sigh in his voice.
He Yu feels uncomfortable for no apparent reason.
He didn't like him calling him He Yu.
He realised that Xie Qingcheng hadn't called him a kid for a long time - not since that night in the clubhouse.
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He Yu pestered Xie Qingcheng for a while longer because of this feeling of discomfort, and by the time he came to his senses it was completely dark.
In the evening, Chen Man called again.
He was still not sure about the state of He Yu and Xie Qingcheng before and wanted to ask how they were doing.
Of course Xie Qingcheng couldn't tell Chen Man the truth, so he said, "...... It's fine, there was a misunderstanding earlier, so it's fine once we've explained it."
Chen Man chatted with Xie Qingcheng for a few more minutes and then said that he would like to come to Xie Qingcheng's place for Yang Zhou fried rice after work in a few days.
He Yu listened indifferently to their conversation and then, after Xie Qingcheng hung up, kissed Xie Qingcheng's cool lips - Chen Man could only hear the words coming out of those lips, but he could kiss them, turning the coldness into a moist, burning heat.
"Thank you, brother." At the end he pulled himself slightly away from Xie Qingcheng, both of them still breathing a little sharply, but Xie Qingcheng's eyes were already cold and penetrating.
He Yu gazed at the pair of tricks, then said, "Will you get up and make me fried rice? And I want a bowl of porridge."
"......"
Xie Qingcheng thought, "Absolutely.
There was a haze in He Yu's eyes because of Chen Man, but he bargained petulantly, "If you want me to leave, then I'll leave after the meal."
It's rare for the active partner to ask the one who is suffering to get up and make dinner after having a good time all night, whether it's between the same sex or the opposite sex.
In normal times, people would go to the kitchen to make soup or order room service to deliver a meal, and even in ancient times, when a king pampered a court lady, he would at least ask the eunuchs to attend to her afterwards.
He Yu, however, is shameless and a special case.
And what about Xie Qingcheng?
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Xie Qingcheng wanted to scold him, but he was so tired that he was sick of looking at He Yu - it took energy to argue, and he didn't even want to look at him right now.
What's more, he doesn't want He Yu to feel he's been tossed around to the point of losing his strength; he's always felt like a pure man, a strong man.
Xie Qingcheng got up to cook without a word in order to get him out early, his face as calm as if nothing had happened.
His back was sore, and there was an unspeakable discomfort, but it had all been internalised by Xie Qingcheng, and all He Yu could get from his face now was endless indifference.
Like a ruin, the invaders dug into the ground and could not find any treasures that called for cheer.
He Yu got dressed and got up to check on him in the kitchen, inexplicably going from calm to agitation, from agitation to loss and from loss to bewilderment, leaning sullenly against the doorframe and rambling on and on as a way of alleviating the boredom he felt inside.
"Xie Qingcheng, set aside a little less sesame oil."
"Xie Qingcheng: chop the spring onions finely."
"Xie Qingcheng: don't put the salt in so early."
"......"
He deliberately picked and chose, but he couldn't actually cook, and Lupin fiddled with the big axe, pointing it out for no reason. He expected the man to turn his head and swear at him, as he had done before -
But men don't.
Whatever he says, Xie Qingcheng does it with a scowl, like a wordless, emotionless dismissal after the disgust has reached its peak.
This silence disturbed He Yu even more than Xie Qingcheng's previous attitude of at least being willing to argue with him.
He walks over to Xie Qingcheng and suddenly wraps his arms around his waist from behind, kisses Xie Qingcheng's neck sideways and puts his hand on Xie Qingcheng's wrist, asking him to let go of the spoon he is using to cook the porridge.
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Xie Qingcheng ignores him at first, his peach blossom eyes fixed on the blue flames dancing on the gas stove.
He Yu finally got tired of being pestered by him and, without looking back, said coldly, "You want to rut or you want to eat."
But the colder he was, the more tasty He Yu seemed to find it, and the scent of sterile water seemed to become a deep, strong pheromone. He had never touched a woman.
Xie Qingcheng is like an elder who guides him into the depths of the Garden of Eden, whether for whatever reason he starts, the end result is that he lets him in.
Then he wanted to spend every moment with the man who had embraced him for the first time, in a forbidden place full of animal lust, tasting the excitement that was still new to him.
He Yu lowered his eyes, kissed the back of his neck and said, "Let the porridge simmer for a while."
On a cold day in late autumn, when the fire is burning on the stove, it is far hotter inside than outside, and the old-fashioned window panes are then covered with a white mist, so that nothing can be seen inside or outside.
The hand was pale and long-boned, and when it rested on it, it was spasmodic, and if you looked closely, you could see the hand trembling against the glass.
Then another, younger-looking hand clasped up, clasping the back of the original one, five fingers over five, clutching tightly, and this time there was no need to even look closely as the window shook violently, almost precariously, about to be shattered.
Just then, there was a muffled sound in the room, and both hands moved away from the window glass, which brought out a clear mark, through which, before the fresh vapour had covered it, the man on the kitchen table could be faintly seen, replaced on his back, his loose black hair visible, his broad straight shoulder blades, and his eyes raised to the hot face of the young man standing in front of it.
Was this the look of frenzy and obsession as the lonely dragon chewed on the human sacrifice on the stone bed?
The answer was silent, like the ambiguous fog of winter's wind and snow, which soon covered the clear traces on the glass windows again. What was happening inside, the window fog was thick, so no one could see, their voices were low, deliberately muted, so no one could hear ......
At the end, only a suppressed, muffled grunt came faintly through a gap in the window's edge, slightly altered in tune and leaking into the wind and snow.
The dark shadows sway and the fog is black hair, jade forms, intertwined sins, as if one is holding up the other.
The dragon bowed his head and kissed the human's eyelashes with his scarred beak.
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The room was so hot that the warm afterglow felt like it had turned into a pool of hot spring water, soaking both of them.
"Don't cook for Chen Man in the future."
He Yu's voice is still slightly breathy, beastly and wild, a little insistent and a little nervous.
"I don't like him, he's a nasty gay."
He still has the nerve to say such things - he has the nerve to call others gay in disgust when he obviously did everything he shouldn't have done.
Xie Qingcheng pushed him away as soon as he was done, but he was quick to chill, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly sharply, and his eyes, looking out through his wet forehead hair, were already cold, so cold that they were chilling.
"Take a step back, He Yu. Even if he's gay, he's better than you." Finally he opened his lips slightly, barely rippling, to He Yu, "He's never shown such endless interest in me, even if he was gay. Unlike you."
There was a pause, a sting of irony.
"Good one." The words were calm, but like the cone of a knife, "Outright, heterosexual."
