Wei Qian actually didn't know how to kiss. This was a technical job, and he had never done it.

Gentle, he only knew how to send the child to sleep, and he gently touched it, violently... He couldn't imagine this.

Well, in fact, Wei Qian flipped through a little yellow book on Lin Qing’s desk during lunch break. Unfortunately, after reading it, he was still confused and could not get any guidance from it, because according to the fantasy description of "kissing", his poor imagination did not build any action that humans could do, so let’s talk about association...

After Wei Qian finished watching it, the special shots of martial arts films from the 1980s and 1990s appeared in his mind... It was just "roaring", and then there were a string of kicks behind the protagonist, and colorful aurora exploded.

So all he could do was to ravage Wei Zhiyuan's lips like venting his anger.

In autumn, the climate in the north is dry, and people's lips are prone to peeling. Wei Zhiyuan is neglecting to take care of it, so it breaks with a slight pull. Wei Qian quickly tasted a little bloody smell. Only then did he come to his senses slightly from his ups and downs and find that he was like a pervert like this, and he was so gentle and swept the floor.

He wanted to retreat a little, but suddenly Wei Zhiyuan grabbed the back of his head and fought back greedily.

Unlike the first time - after that year, he instinctively punched Wei Zhiyuan, and then he only remembered that he was shocked and angry, and had no other impression.

This time, Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, and Wei Zhiyuan penetrated into his mouth with lightning speed and swept through every corner he could touch.

He was a little numb when stimulated, and Wei Qian forgot to breathe for a moment.

Wei Zhiyuan held one hand around Wei Qian's waist at some point. Wei Qian was pulled by him so hard that his waist could not help but bend his waist back slightly. The adult's waist was probably not that soft, and it would be very difficult for a while. Wei Qian felt that he was like a bow bent by Wei Zhiyuan.

His tense muscles had begun to become sore, and he couldn't help but reach out to support the wall, while Wei Zhiyuan was still relentlessly.

At some point, Wei Zhiyuan's hand rolled up the hem of his pajama top. Wei Zhiyuan's palm was as hot as if he was caressing. His hands were so heavy that it seemed like he was about to take off a layer of flesh. He quickly walked past Wei Qian's lower abdomen and continued backwards.

Wei Qian felt that his waist was being pinched heavily, which made him shudder. Then a numbness rushed up along his spine. His waist suddenly became soft, and he instinctively struggled, and a vague, protesting murmur came from his throat.

Then, Wei Qian felt something under his crotch pressing against him.

He couldn't help but stiffen for a moment.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan finally ended the kiss. He suppressed his urgent breathing slowly and tremblingly. After a while, he sighed softly, as if he had used great perseverance to force himself to let go and slowly let go of Wei Qian.

Wei Qian stood in a wrong center of gravity, leaned back a little, took two steps before he stood firm.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and Wei Zhiyuan leaned against the door, his eyes were like wolves. Even in the dark, they flashed with an almost hungry light that was hard to ignore, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

Wei Qian's heart slapped, and then he despised himself: "What's the matter?"

"Qian'er," Wei Zhiyuan called him, but changed his name, his voice as if metal had passed through the thick sandpaper, "I'm almost ten years old, can you not test me like this? I...I can't control it."

Wei Qian was speechless.

"You...you, forget it, wait for me to slow down." Wei Zhiyuan's breathing was extremely heavy. He seemed a little angry and walked straight to Wei Qian's bed - the chair was full of things and there was no place to sit.

Wei Qian's quilt was spread aside, with a little ambiguous warmth inside. Wei Zhiyuan didn't expect that his desire would be ignited by him so easily. He felt a little uncomfortable. He simply hung his legs on the ground and lay down on his upper body, like a lion lying on protruding, closing his eyes and lying briefly on Wei Qian's pillow.

Wei Zhiyuan's original intention was to be quiet for a while and calm down his desires, but soon, he realized that this was an idea that was not bad at all.

Given that someone's hair was lying down to sleep without drying, there was a very obvious smell of shampoo on the pillowcase. The darkness amplified Wei Zhiyuan's sense of smell. In addition to shampoo, he also smelled the faint smell of bath fluid mixed in it, and a unique smell belonging to Wei Qian.

The smell surrounded him from all directions with a provocative smell. However, not only that, there was the slightly concave bed, the quilt with Wei Qian's body temperature behind him. Wei Zhiyuan's nose was a little itchy at that time, and he accidentally rubbed his pillow, and Wei Qian's hair was even stained with the side of his face...

"Fuck!" Wei Zhiyuan was completely irritable. He was born not an impatient person, not to mention that he had been calming down to cultivate his body and character over the years. He could hardly remember that the last time he was so irritable was the year of the monkey and horse.

He sat up like a corpse, and said softly: "My blood vessels are about to crack."

Wei Qian seemed to be a little out of shape. At this point, he thought his calm mind was blank. He stood two steps away and asked inconsistently: "What did you call me just now?"

With the thin moonlight, Wei Zhiyuan saw his complicated and confused expression, and several buttons on his chest were rubbed open by himself. Wei Qian seemed not to notice, revealing the narrow side of his chest.

"Just torture me." Wei Zhiyuan stood up and managed to control his behavior in the raging desire, but he couldn't control his mouth. He said, "Wei Qian, I really hate you."

When he passed by, Wei Qian suddenly grabbed Wei Zhiyuan's wrist.

His almost blank expression was shattered by the words Wei Zhiyuan had just vented his anger. In an instant, he seemed to have returned to calm, and his tone sounded even calmer.

Wei Qian said: "Go to the bed, I'll help you."

Wei Zhiyuan's strong heart was once again stuck. He only remembered that he was gently pushed by Wei Qian, and immediately "floated" back to the bed as if he had no weight. He had no idea where he died. Wei Qian's cold hand had just reached his pants. Before he could touch it, he had already shivered and screamed.

Wei Qian relaxed his virtue, and even said casually, "What are you calling? I read the lines too early - I said, don't be surprised? What about the cat?"

Wei Zhiyuan's reason has long been broken into pieces. Although Wei Qian's technique is sloppy and rough, in the hands of those who are thinking about it day and night, the details of technical problems are nothing.

Wei Zhiyuan called him randomly, sometimes it was "Brother" and sometimes it was his name again, and he was fascinated.

It must not be very comfortable. Wei Qian knew this very well. He was always very ungrateful when he sent him. He felt that it was not as good as the blind brother in the massage parlor when he pressed his cervical spine. It was just a solution... But will one person really fall in love with another person?

Wei Qian was used to others' dependence and obedience to him. He has always tried his best to make himself more reliable, which was almost the closest emotional interaction for him.

But Wei Zhiyuan is different, he is too close.

Wei Qian couldn't help but feel incredible - is he that good? Where does Xiaoyuan's persistence come from?

He has never received the most natural and unreasonable love of his parents in his life, and has never established the minimum trust in the world, let alone the illusory...

love.

However, he saw his reflection in Wei Zhiyuan's shining eyes, and for the first time he felt that extremely intimate connection, as if he was secretly settled in his heart without knowing it.

Wei Qian's heart suddenly softened, as if someone had gently scratched it with his feathers, and even his movements could not help but feel more gentle... Although it was so gentle that it was still very difficult to understand.

Until Wei Qian wiped his hands clean, Wei Zhiyuan still relied on his bed and refused to get up.

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother."

Wei Qian threw the tissue into the trash can: "What's the matter?"

Wei Zhiyuan also called: "Qian'er..."

Wei Qian closed the window that had been open for most of the night: "Hmm?"

Wei Zhiyuan was fine, he just wanted to call him.

The young man closed his eyes in the soft bed and shouted again like a murmuring: "Qian'er."

This time Wei Qian finally became impatient: "What are you doing? Is it over?"

Wei Zhiyuan laughed at himself and said softly: "It's worth the death."

Everyone could hear this sentence sincerely. Wei Qian suffocated his chest, but he had no way to express it. He just walked over and slapped Wei Zhiyuan in the leg: "Get up, the sheets will make you roll into pickled vegetables."

Wei Zhiyuan obediently got up, stood aside, watching him pull the messy bed sheets, and then pulled back the quilt that had been curled up in the corner of the wall.

"Brother, I can..." Wei Zhiyuan paused, "Well, forget it, it's nothing, I'd better go back to my house."

Wei Qian turned his back to him, and he couldn't see his expression, but after a second, Wei Qian said lightly: "There is a spare pillow in the cabinet, go and get it."

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly raised his head: "Xiaobao is still at home, you..."

Wei Qian interrupted him: "It's okay."

He didn't know that he had told Xiaobao, and he didn't have the moral integrity to adapt to this strange relationship immediately. He could immediately accept the fact that his brother climbed onto his bed. Wei Zhiyuan could see... he just didn't want to embarrass himself.

Maybe he thought that the fire was caused by himself, so he planned to take it alone in silence.

Wei Zhiyuan gently put down the pillow, got into the quilt, stretched out his hand tentatively, hugged Wei Qian, who had already lying down and closed his eyes, seemed to be asleep at the speed of light.

Wei Qian did not move or open his eyes. He didn't want to show shyness in front of the little boy, so he had to nervously take out the air of "It's no big deal" and pretend to be calm.

But ten minutes later, Wei Qian finally couldn't bear it and pulled away Wei Zhiyuan's hand: "Don't stare at me like a searchlight?"

Wei Zhiyuan quickly narrowed his eyes and stared at him like a stream of good deeds.

Well, this time it's a microscope.

He dragged Wei Qian back into the quilt and said softly: "You go to bed first, I'm still doing my homework today."

Wei Qian: "What homework?"

"Reflection." Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes and said to Wei Qian in a whispering voice, "Starting from the morning. When I received the photos, I was happy for a moment, and even secretly looked at the photos uncontrollably for several times."

Wei Qian: "Why didn't I see it?"

"I didn't even feel it myself." Wei Zhiyuan said, "It was just a flash of thought, so I had to recall it bit by bit afterwards. I remember the pattern of the teacoaster on your desk - I have been in your office for a long time and I haven't noticed what coasters you use, but I noticed it today, because the photo against the wall was placed next to the cup at that time, and I must have glanced a few more times before I was impressed."

Wei Qian was shocked. He never knew that there were people studying himself like Sherlock Holmes's autopsy.

Who taught him this?

It is absolutely impossible for it to be an old bear. If the old bear had such a high level of understanding, he would have become a true immortal long ago. Do you still have to pretend to be a fake immortal every day?

"I analyze this secret joy for two reasons," Wei Zhiyuan continued, "One is that I have been unable to see you for a long time. Of course, I hope it will be open one day, but that may hurt you and many people, so this time it is heard through other people's hands... Regardless of whether it is true or not, I have the illusion that I have got what I want under 'innocent'."

He paused and continued, "Of course, there is another deeper reason, that is, I still want to torture you... I accidentally told the truth just now. Although I decided to practice for you, I still couldn't help but hate you for not responding to me. I can't be completely calm. If you make you suffer because of me, I will have the illusion that I have weight in your heart... In this way, I can pretend that I am very important to you, which is to... give you a sense of existence."

"No, wait." Wei Qian supported his upper body, "You are like this... so... bloody every day before going to bed?"

Wei Zhiyuan opened his eyes and said frankly: "Yes, there is something else. I just said that death is worth it. I really thought so at that time, but now I come back to my senses and start to feel dissatisfied again. When I held you, I had another idea, thinking that it would be great if I could do the whole set just now - lack of greed... Alas, if a little desire is satisfied, there will be new dissatisfaction soon."

Wei Qian: “…”

He didn't know how Wei Zhiyuan said this in front of him, the delusional person at that time.

Wei Zhiyuan smiled at him: "I swear, it's really just an idea. Before it's time to enlarge it - you can cover it, don't freeze it."

Before going to bed that day, Wei Zhiyuan said in Wei Qian's ear: "This is not bloody. People's hearts are separated from their belly, but why should they be separated from themselves? Many things are just deceiving themselves. It is not good for them to hide them. If they hide them too much, people will easily become weak. The more honest they are to themselves, the more they can get invincible power."

The next day, Wei Qian caught a cold together. Maybe it was blown in the first half of the night, or maybe it was because he was worried that he would be too young alone and would always push the quilt to Wei Zhiyuan, but he caught a cold.

But these are all trivial matters. The most chaotic thing in the morning was that Song Xiaobao got up early and wore headphones to press his legs. When he just finished the first round and was about to relax and do the second round, he saw her little brother coming out of his eldest brother's house and asked intimately, "Brother, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

Until Wei Qian left the house, Xiaobao's mouth that could stuff a duck egg into was not closed.
To be continued...