This building is no different from the home that Chang Xiyang gave him in Huaguo, except that the light blue spiritual power has turned into flowing purple. Orange Boy entered the house and smiled softly, "I even miss Weizhu a little." ”

"Who is Weizhu?"

"My brother, the man gave it to me."

"Who is that man?"

"The man...... It's my love. ”

“…… What about me? ”

"You are him, and now, you are my love." Orange laid him on the bed, and his body pressed against him, and a soft kiss fell.

Chang Xiyang was a little confused, his body instinctively resisted the man's movements, and the orange boy's eyes darkened, "Don't reject me, Xiyang." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Let you be my man."

“…… Isn't it already?"

"Well, let's go a little deeper."

Chang Xiyang no longer resisted, his thinking gradually became clear, since his creator had given himself to the person in his body, then he would obediently listen to that person's words. He was just a newcomer to the world, and he didn't know anything about love, and that blank but youthful appearance made the memory of the orange boy be pulled back to a hundred and thirty-six years ago.

How could he forget? When was Siyan first committed to him?

At that time, the orange boy was moved and overthrew Chang Xiyang, but he was also gentle and cautious, Chang Xiyang was obviously confused. He hadn't tasted anything until then, but he and Si Song took two green kisses, although his personality had changed, but he was still at a loss when he encountered this kind of thing.

He was already panicking when the orange boy gave him the medicine just now, and now, this young man pushed him down on the bed? In this posture, he naturally knew what would happen later, and the orange boy kissed it, and the young man's refreshing breath and that sweet and sincere affection hugged him tightly.

He lost his strength, and Si Song's face floated in his mind, Chang Xiyang sighed softly and closed his eyes.

The boy's fingertips were clean and slightly cool, and his body couldn't help but tremble as he brushed his hot skin. When the young man's hand was stretched down again, Chang Xiyang's voice trembled and hoarse, "...... No. ”

The orange boy hurriedly stopped what he was doing and comforted the frightened man. "Okay, no, I won't move you, Siyan. It's okay, I don't move. He kissed the man on the lips and comforted him softly. Orange Boy naturally wants that person, and the person he has been thinking about for many years is now lying under him! But he can't, Xiyang doesn't want to, he won't force it.

"Don't ......"

"Don't, be good, go to sleep, I won't move you." The orange boy bit his lower lip and looked forbearing, but he also decisively withdrew his hand, just hugged it, and did nothing else.

The young man's warm body temperature and generous embrace made Chang Xiyang's heart, who had been lost for a long time, tremble. I have to say that when this young man first met, at first sight, he liked him a little, and he couldn't talk about love at first sight, it was a kind of good feeling that he was willing to be close to him, and even ...... Envy. It is impossible for him and Si Song...... Si Song doesn't care about him, he doesn't care who he is with...... Since there is no result, since it will never be possible, then, Chang Xiyang, can you do it by changing someone to love deeply?

Chang Xiyang raised his head and asked for a kiss from the man. He took off his clothes, his body was stained with powder, and he heard himself say, "Orange boy, give it to me."

Yes, Orange didn't force him, his first time was given by himself. Willingly, but not willingly.

The young man has no skills, he is young and rusty, why not he? He clearly knew who the person in him was, and the last thing he shouted was not the person's name?

Si Song, Si Song...... Don't pester me anymore.

Orange Gongzi still remembers that Xi Yang's eyes were red at that time, and tears were dripping into his long black hair that was scattered, when Xi Yang's trembling, his gradual rapid breathing, his uncontrollable clamping of his waist and legs, his red lips, and his mouth whispered Si Song's name.

Orange Boy smiled bitterly, but he didn't react again. But then he ate the marrow and knew the taste, and he was almost addicted to it, and the man still called Si Song's name, which really annoyed him.

Knowing that he was so humble, at first he even just wanted to look at the man from a distance, and he was satisfied when he touched him, but the first time he got him, his desire and greed swelled, and he thought, maybe, Chang Xiyang could be his ...... Chang Xiyang should have been his...... He has already obtained Chang Xiyang's body, so next, he can also get Chang Xiyang's heart......

Chang Xiyang shouldn't be the immortal who is high up and doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, he is as dirty and dirty as himself...... Kind, that's fine.

In fact, he thought well, after all, Chang Xiyang's heart at that time was no longer clean.

Chang Xiyang jumped into this quagmire by himself.

The body under him trembled violently, and he shouted in a low voice, slamming the orange boy back from his memory.

He had just lost his mind, and the strength of his hand was neither light nor heavy, and it seemed to hurt this person.

"I'm sorry." He bowed his head and kissed the man comfortingly.

“…… What are you thinking? ”

"I didn't think about anything."

"How do I call your name?"

“…… Call me, Orange Orange. ”

"Orange Orange, it hurts."

"It's okay, it won't hurt soon."

That person's expression was the same as Chang Xiyang's, but it was different anywhere, Orange Gongzi knew that the people under him called his name, not Si Song, and the people under him only had himself in their eyes, not Si Song.

So he's not the same as his Siyan.

What is this? Isn't what I want is to think about my Chang Xiyang wholeheartedly? But he ...... It is also clear that this is a substitute, an impostor, and a complete dummy.

He got up, and the man who was still immersed in lust was overwhelmed, "...... Orange orange? ”

"I'm tired."

“…… Well. ”

No, substitutes, he is still not satisfied.

How ridiculous.

"Orange Orange, what should I do? in our home. The man sat up and leaned limply against the head of the bed.

"......" Orange Boy was silent. Do what? Chang Xiyang never asked himself what he should do, Chang Xiyang would only do his own thing while telling him that he was still a little bean and that you should go to ......

So Orange Gongzi didn't know that he and his Xiyang didn't have a home, they lived together in that small rental house, but it wasn't home, home was formed by the connection of people who cared about each other, Chang Xiyang didn't think of him in his heart, so it wasn't his home.

Chang Xiyang's home, in the heavenly realm, in the Chinese country, anywhere, wherever there is a song, is his home.

"Do what you want to do." He was silent for a long time, and then replied in a muffled voice. The young man's expression was gloomy, and he lost the brilliance that matched him.

This Chang Xiyang has no creator ability, just an ordinary ordinary person, which is the second difference between him and the real Chang Xiyang.

He nodded confusedly, trying to understand the man's words.

The orange boy didn't know where he went, he lay on the bed, just now the man was lying here, the pillow was still stained with the breath of the man, he buried it in, inhaled deeply, he knew what it was like.

He was abandoned, abandoned in his own house and in that man's house.

The orange boy didn't move his body again, they ate together like lovers in love, nestled on the sofa and watched movies, hugged each other and slept together, but the man always treated his kiss with silence, and when he leaned together to stick to the man, he also gently hugged himself a little farther away without saying a word.

That day, the orange boy was quietly holding the pen and grinding, he was watching beside the man, and the person in the painting was himself, plain clothes and long hair, with an indifferent and alienated expression, it was himself, and he was not like himself.

He knew why Orange said he was his lover now.

Because Orange Boy's lover was never him.

There was a faint sound outside the window, like the voice of someone I had never heard before, and there were guests coming up the mountain in the autumn smoke.

The orange boy's hand holding the pen paused, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he put down the pen and was about to go out.

"Where are you going!" He grabbed the resolute young man, as if he would not come back once he left.

"Get back into bed, you won't be allowed to come down without my permission." The orange boy turned his head, he had the light on his back, there was no trace of emotion on his beautiful face, Chang Xiyang looked at the man's face blankly, and let go of the hand that grabbed his sleeve.

When the orange boy went out, the sun was just right, warm and not dazzling, and his Ah Yang was standing not far from him, and he was also standing very close to Si Song.

“…… Orange orange? When he saw him, Chang Xiyang was obviously shocked, like a long, long time ago, he was very familiar with Chang Xiyang in his memory.

"Xiyang, long time no see." The young man's eyes were clean and sincere, but he didn't have the courage to pounce on the man with enthusiasm.

Chang Xiyang is the same Chang Xiyang again, but he is no longer the orange boy he was at the beginning.

Xiyang's indifferent face was filled with emotion, and what could not be ignored was that he was indeed pleasantly surprised. Chang Xiyang remembered the little doll carved in pink and jade at the beginning, he watched this person grow up, his mood returned to the beginning, and his feelings were much simpler. He really didn't understand why Orange Boy could still stand in front of him now, but let him be? Wouldn't it be nice if he came back?

This teenager in a denim suit and jeans, but he is still a child who has not grown up, and the orange boy is still more suitable for these youthful clothes than mature shirts. The orange boy was indeed tired of shirts, and his upright white shirt and suit and tie were as disgusting as the serious-looking Si Song.

Chang Xiyang's heart trembled, and he remembered a word for no reason, younger brother.

Orange Boy is really like his brother sometimes, they are all born naturally in the world, there are no brothers and sisters, Chang Xiyang has a lot of partners, but Orange Child, only Xiyang is alone. He owes it to that man, and even at the end of his life, he took that man's soul to heal his lover.

He was obviously the man's all the reliance on.

Chang Xiyang let out a rare smile and walked over to the young man.

Si Song behind him was still gentle and calm, and he didn't do anything to stop him. He will never forgive Orange, but that doesn't mean he will always hate that man.

Xiyang raised his head slightly, the orange boy was taller than him, and he could only look up at the man's beautiful eyes.

"You're back."

"yes, I'm back."

"I didn't expect that."

"I asked for the coffin."

"That's good." Chang Xiyang's eyes bent slightly, and he smiled sincerely.

yes, it's nice to see you again. The orange boy also bent his eyebrows, just like the young man at the beginning.

"You're living here?" Chang Xiyang looked at the familiar building not far away, although he didn't figure out how Orange Gongzi had something to do with Qiuyan, he didn't care, and looked straight over there with his eyes.

"Would you like to go in and sit?"

Chang Xiyang nodded, with a little expectation in his eyes.

The building he had once conjured up for Orange Boy had now reappeared exactly the same. The time spent with Orange Boy now seems to be very good, and that person treats himself sincerely and seriously.

He quietly followed the man to the house, and Si Song and Qiu Yan followed without saying a word.

There was a faint explosion sound in the room, the same sound as the one he thought was an auditory hallucination that day with a high fever, he was a little strange, he didn't care too much, but he didn't know that Qiu Yan's body behind him shook.

How could she not know this voice? The punishment of the orange boy has always been ruthless and decisive.