Karasawa did what he said, and he even threw away the pillow of gin.

The tall, silver-haired figure was a step away from the bedroom, the closed door panel blocking his dark look.

Gin was about to laugh at the guy who had gone back on his word.

I don't know if he is the one who flirts with him alive or dead, and he is the one who wakes up and turns his face and denies it.

- Before the fire of the prairie came, all signs of upside down and chaos had not yet appeared. On that moonlit quiet night, a faint glimmer shone in front of the window, Gin lay quietly flat, and the person on top of Ren lay on his chest.

The long breath blows on the side of the neck, and the small movements rub and sniff, like a cautious small animal confirming its territory, and like a prey straying into the hunting range.

The drooping eyelashes half-cover the pupils, and the gaze is dark and focused, sweeping inch by inch. The undulating features are like mountains.

Then Tang Zeyu lowered his eyes and bit his Adam's apple lightly.

It doesn't hurt, it stops like a dragonfly, but because of some hint of obscurity, it brings a long and reverberating aftersound.

The skin rubbed by the black hair, and the exposed area ignited in an instant.

The high-pitched heat flowed with the blood to the limbs, and Gin's knuckles twitched for a moment, and he rolled his Adam's apple with restraint, and then suddenly downward, holding down the troublesome hand.

"If you still want to settle down, just stop." He whispered a warning.

But someone ignored the words, and the hand brushed away the silver hair scattered on the cheeks, and rubbed it up softer and softer. The low voice above his head made Tang Zeyu cast a glance, and the tails of his eyes were still red.

From a bottom-up perspective, the moment of eye waves is almost seductive.

Then he rubbed a kiss and whispered, "Gin." ”

Maybe he's just coveting the heat of this exchange of lips and teeth, Gin thought.

He hadn't realized what the action meant at the moment—a dim and vague hint; A pure and ambiguous invitation. There was still a lingering panic in his expression, and in the memories that were unlocked, the whole world turned its back on him, and when his soul was displaced, only the existence in front of him was a docking point.

He was so desperate to confirm his existence that this unconscious attachment was all the more seductive because he didn't know it, and Gin's breathing became much heavier in an instant.

And he's still calling his name. Hiroshi Karasawa said, "Gin. ”

"But I don't want to stop,"

Tang Zeyu rubbed it even further, he still continued that tone, innocent, innocent, dazed and charming.

The chin is on the collarbone, and the voice is also hung with a muffled grievance. He said, "...... What should I do? ”

Gin's pupils darkened instantly, dark green eyes swelled with a dull color, and the last glimmer of light disappeared, but the person buried in his neck still looked at him unsuspectingly.

“…… Say it again. ”

His hand was clasped around his waist and he pulled the man deeper into his arms. The silver wolf had already taken his prey back to the burrow, but he still stubbornly repeated the question: "What do you call me?" ”

Tang Zeyu tilted his head to look at him, and a sly smile was hooked at the end of his eyes. “Gin。”

"Go on." Gin said unmoved, but the strength of the knuckles continued to tighten quietly. Tang Zeyu knew what he wanted to hear, but he didn't say anything, his moist eyes staring at him in the reflection of the shimmer.

The eyes of each other were like a silent lingering tug, and the two sides were separated on both sides of the ring, measuring the distance and bottom line of tolerance with their eyes. It was still Gin who was defeated, and he endured it for a moment, and finally turned over and returned to the high place, and the silver hair fell menacingly, and the overwhelming breath weaved a large net.

A hand hooked his neck, forcing him to hang his head, and Tang Zeyu maliciously dragged out a long tone in his ear:

“a-na-ta.”

……

“…… Other. ”

Tang Zeyu has been losing his mind, and in his dark pupils, his expression looks confused and focused because of the blankness. The transparent liquid flowed down the tail of the eyes, soaked through the sideburns and gradually cooled, and the broken hair was shiny with moisture.

There was only himself in that sight, and Gin liked it very much.

"Don't look at me,"

Until the moment he woke up, his blank gaze became focused. Tang Zeyu almost turned his face sideways in a hurry, and crossed his arms to block his eyes, leaving only a muffled crying voice and a nasal voice, "...... Don't look. ”

He was almost all that was left of his breath, and when he got to the last few syllables, he didn't even know if his vocal cords were vibrating with the air, or if it was just a brief whimper at the bottom of his throat.

Gin understood, and asked in a deep voice, "Why?" ”

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The big slender hand reached over and brushed away the wet strands of hair that covered the corners of his forehead, and brushed them with very light force.

At this time, Tang Zeyu realized that he no longer knew when he burst into tears.

The world was miniaturized into a cramped room, and at such a close distance, the breath was entangled. He had nowhere to escape, his whole body was soaked, the corners of his eyes and knuckles were red, like a rain-drenched, shivering and homeless little animal, and he could only try his best to get close to Gin, thinking that the heat source on his body was the only remaining shelter, but he didn't know that the hiding place was the perpetrator who tossed him so miserably.

Maybe he knew, but he wouldn't go.

Gin leaned down and let the tears disappear from his lips and tongue, as if that would be the place he had tasted his pain.

Pain and pleasure are all given by him, and the loved ones are firmly in the palm of his hand, and no one can snatch them away.

Like the end of a long war.

He cut open the shell with his own hands, and in doing so, embraced back the heart that was hidden behind the mist.

……

After successfully driving away Gin, Tang Zeyu was alone in the master bedroom and had a rare night's sleep.

The well-rested body finally did not have that kind of soreness from the inside out, and the illusion that it was about to fall apart when it moved disappeared.

The morning sun illuminates the eyes, but before they open their eyes, there is a burst of heat on their waists.

One arm was across his waist, holding him firmly and strongly, and the man with long silver hair covered his body like a blanket.

Yu Karasawa sobered up in an instant.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the familiar ceiling of the side sleeper,...... In the time since he got home, he has slept here more than in the master bedroom. He drove Gin back to his side, and the other party took advantage of his deep sleep in the middle of the night to move him over.

Hiroshi Karasawa: "......"

Fortunately, he didn't go off again, and he didn't know about it until he woke up.

There is no clock on the wall lying on his side, and the mechanical movement will interfere with Gin's hearing. The gray light was streaming in through the top of the curtains, and it should have been early.

Tang Zeyu no longer felt sleepy, but Gin hugged him very tightly. Looking at the arm that stretched across his waist, he began to struggle with how to slip out of bed without waking the other party.

The only attempt failed from the start, and as soon as the rate of Karazawa's breathing changed, Gin woke up almost immediately.

The man's eyes were clear, but his hoarse voice was a little imperceptible lazy: "...... Keep sleeping. ”

"Wake up," Tang Zeyu pushed him to ask for guilt, "so how did I get here yesterday?" ”

Gin, who was half-asleep, had a headward childish temper, and he buried his head down, pretending not to hear it. Tang Zeyu wanted to speak again, but his body suddenly stiffened, and a certain energetic part was against his thigh.

The arms on his waist tightened, and the irresistible force almost conveyed a silent threat - if you toss any more, you really won't sleep.

Tang Zeyu immediately shut up.

A faint light illuminates the rooftop, and more places remain shrouded in darkness. The narrow air steamed with a drowsy heat, and over time, the freshly awakened lucidity also subsided.

Sleepiness gradually rose, Tang Zeyu opened his eyes twice, and fell back into sleep.

That morning, it was Gin who drove him past to Café Poirot.

The man was shrouded in low air pressure all the way, and his heavy face seemed to be saying a sentence in his own hands: I couldn't bear it if I knew it.

Gin quickly took a cold shower, the ends of his silver hair still had traces of dampness, and the aura was colder than the water temperature, and the whole person was like a freshly baked big ice cube, leaving the air conditioner as if he didn't need money.

Tang Zeyu turned his face and said without recognizing anyone: "Sleep anyway."

If it's late, save some time for today's breakfast. ”

"As for tomorrow......"

Before he could finish what would happen tomorrow, he pushed the car door in front of the car and bent down to catch a glimpse of Gin's face. When Tang Zeyu saw that it was good, he retracted his words and said, "I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

The wind chimes rang crisply, and the back of the gray plaid scarf disappeared behind the wooden store.

The location where Toyota stopped was still some way from the store, and after Karasawa Yu entered, the gin could not be seen.

I want to know who's inside.

At this time, Tang Zeyu should have put on a harmless and gentle expression, and maybe he could still smile and chat with the golden retriever behind the counter...... Gin started the car with a blank face.

TBC.

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