Love is a poisonous wine, and when I accidentally taste it, there is no antidote to redeem me. I am destined to be hurt by this poison, destined to be pushed into the grave by this poison, and let me leave this world little by little...

But before that, before I leave this world, I can still be with my loved one, walk into the grave with him, and walk hand in hand to heaven.

Although the poison was bitter, with Ouyang Ze's company, the bitter taste also became sweet. The road of love will be full of thorns, and everyone will be hurt by them, shedding blood and tears. Although I can't escape such a fate, Ouyang Ze can wipe away my tears and blood stains for me, and become my most solid support...

I still remember the relieved look on his face when he said to me, "I'm glad it has nothing to do with you", and I remember the cold back he left me when he left me. Even if he is leaving, he will not forget to protect me, how can he not let me accompany him with such feelings for me?

It's just that the world is changeable, everything will not develop as I think, and the love he gave me, his company, is not always by my side... That ethereal love, destined to be a winter night is like a dark canvas, although the stars and the bright moon are still shining in the sky, but under the black shroud, they also feel cold, without their noble taste...

"Rui Rui, you've lost weight..."

Ouyang Ze put his hand on my abdomen and gently stroked my already sunken skin, and the fine flesh on each finger could be felt clearly.

I haven't seen him for many days, and it's not just me who is thin. After staying in the police station for a long time, Ouyang Ze is no longer as robust as he was then, it sounds really ironic... How can you lose weight so quickly in just a few days?

If you change someone, there may be no problem, staying in it for a few days is at most a few pounds, and you can't see the change if you don't look carefully. But Ouyang Ze is different, he is 30 years old this year, where can he still have the blood of youth, and how can he endure such torture like them?

"You too... Isn't it good to eat in it? Could there be a police officer who deliberately asks you for trouble? ”

Lying in Ouyang Ze's arms, feeling the sound of his beating heart, the heat emanating from that ventricle also warmed half of my cheeks... But even so, I could still feel the eerie smell of the police station, and the biting temperature...

Ouyang Ze hugged me tighter, so that all the skin on my body had to be tightly pressed against him. He lifted his leg slightly, and put it on my calf like a child hugging his beloved doll. However, such a close hug did not make me feel the slightest restraint, but more cordial.

"It's okay, I'm fine inside, but I'm worried about you every day, afraid that those reporters and the families of the deceased will find you trouble."

Ouyang Ze's tone of voice seemed to be telling a sad story, and I was the hero of that story, the one who suffered from the crime.

"Every day I pay attention to the news on that TV in the police station, and when I'm insulted because I'm gay, and I'm despised because I'm my lover, I... I really..."

Ouyang Ze didn't continue, the choked voice blocked his words, and he could only keep sobbing.

The tears of a strong man are the most valuable, even if Ouyang Ze does not have a body of tendons and flesh like them, and has a tenacious will, but in his career, he is definitely a strong man and a real tough guy! So his tears are worth the same amount.

Every time I see him crying, my feelings are extremely complicated, one is to pity the tears in the corners of his eyes, and the other is because of his cowardly personality that disgusts me. But now I can understand him, and understand that his tears are not cowardice but love...

At this point, I didn't know what words to use to stop his tears. Maybe you can only use the most common method between lovers, and use the most expressive way to make him stop crying.

"Hmm..."

I hadn't kissed him for a long time, and the moment our lips touched each other, the long-lost feeling filled my brain again, and the reason was eroded by the liquid in his mouth...

I miss this night so much, and I remember the most recent one was a few days after I worked. At that time, although we were all stimulated by the feeling, we were in a hurry because of the pressure of work and the psychological burden.

But today, I seem to feel his former temperature again, and feel his tiger-like breath again, as if the days at the police station have not dampened his interest, nor have he diminished his desire for "love".

A wolf that has been hungry for too long will no longer be rational when it encounters fresh meat again.

The quilt covering us seemed to interfere with his interest, and in order to experience the fun of "love" more pleasantly, Ouyang Ze lifted the quilt aside. Without the cover of the quilt, his naked body was exposed to me, and the familiar parts did not continue to hide in the darkness of the quilt.

Ouyang Ze used to be very gentle with me, and he would pay special attention to my feelings every time. When I screamed softly because of the pain, when I sweated on my forehead because of the lack of energy, he would stop moving and let me rest for a while. But today, he was wild again, and he was the stranger again.

"Light... Tap..."

Although the body has recovered a lot, it is still unacceptable for a long time without "exercise". Under his repeated stimulation, my body finally began to protest, and bursts of pain began to hit behind me.

Maybe it's because I'm too excited, or maybe it's because I haven't exercised for a long time and I need to vent. Ouyang Ze not only did not stop, but sped up the pace again, and the low and rough voice was the same as when he was at the dinner table that night.

There is no way, in order to satisfy him, so that his heart and body can feel happy, I am willing to choose patience...

"Squeak..."

After a long "movement", even the bed began to protest. However, this did not disturb Ouyang Ze's interest, he was still brave and insisted on "sports".

My consciousness was blurring a little bit, and gradually I couldn't feel the pain behind me, and my eyes wanted to close and rest quickly. I don't know how long it took, Ouyang Ze finally stopped moving, and ended the battle again with that low and rough roar.

The beads of sweat on my body are like a thin layer of lubricant, which makes our skin stick tightly together, and the mucus that remains on my body also tells me how "intimate" Ouyang Ze is with that hot temperature...