in the center of the universe

Chapter 9

Guan Zang took a step to hug him tightly, dragged him into the room and hugged him, his hands scratched his back through the clothes behind his back, which made his body hurt even more.He rubbed the nosebleed on Guan Zang's clothes.

"No matter how much you know about me, don't ask for a word—especially with 'him'."

"it is good."

"No matter what happens, you are not allowed to find my sister, or you will cut your throat, and you will do what you say."

"it is good."

He slumped his shoulders, "How about a piano cannon? Cultural people."

The autumn rain hit the car window, tick-tock.

Guan Zang took him to the emergency room. It was raining and the road conditions were bad and the traffic was heavy.Wrapped in a closed overcoat, he leaned against the car door and looked at his face in the rear mirror with a face like a dyeing workshop, and said vaguely: "I didn't expect you to be quite good at fighting."

Guan Zang: "Huh? Who said that?"

"It was said by the person I hit twice. His brother's nose was broken, three of them beat one, and they were all hospitalized. You don't lose."

Guan Zang said "Hey" and stopped talking, a little absent-minded.His long fingers kept tapping on the steering wheel, his eyes were not looking at him, and his breathing was obviously heavy for some reason.He leaned over and stared at Guan Zang carefully, "Hey!"

Guan Zang glanced at him quickly, turned to adjust his glasses, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"what happened to you?"

Guan Zang gripped the steering wheel: "I'm patient."

He looked down, stared at it for a while, and smiled: "You're so pissy." He reached out to grab the other person's crotch, found the pants chain and opened it, "I don't like to be patient the most." After speaking, he unbuttoned his seat belt , bent the body down.

Guan Zang took a deep breath and moaned, "Meimei...!"

The traffic was moving slowly, the viaduct turned into a parking lot, and he didn't care about that, just the thing in his mouth.

This thing of a cultured person looks very uneducated, making the laceration at the corner of his mouth painful.He is not good at this, but it is enough to deal with Guan Zang.The foreign body stimulated the secretion of saliva, and he made a loud noise, hissing.Guan Zang's rapid exhalation of hot air even fogged up the window panes.

Guan Zang moved faster than expected, and the fingers that were scratching his head achingly sent a timely signal, and he was not choked.Raise your head and open your mouth in front of Guan Zang, swallow, and open your mouth again to show your clean mouth.

The car behind was honking its horn frantically, Guan Zang turned a deaf ear to it, stretched out his thumb to wipe the drop that flowed under his lip, along the trace of the flow, wiped it into his lips, and he sucked it clean.

Guan Zang pulled up his trousers and continued to drive. He rolled down the window and stuck his head out to curse at the car behind: "Cao your mother try to honk the horn again! I will delay my work and send you to reincarnate!" The blood on his face was deterrent, and immediately There was silence.

He closed the car window with satisfaction, and Guan Zang smiled happily.

"Smile and smile, laugh a few times, and laugh hard again after a while." The nosebleed started to drip down again, and he tore a piece of toilet paper from the paper drawer to plug it in: "Come out every few days? So fast."

Guan Zang was not angry, but a little shy: "The last time was in the Hanging Garden."

He laughed: "That's right. I guess a pervert like you can't find a partner, and you are scared away. You usually rely on yourself to jerk off, right? Didn't you think I would jerk off once?"

Guan Zang shook his head: "I don't hold hands."

He didn't believe it: "How many times did you have to have it when you were young?"

"No, I haven't done it since I can remember, and it's the first time you've helped me."

Guan Zang's tone was light and steady, with a smile on his face, as if he was saying "I don't eat coriander", not like lying.

He was silent for a while and asked, "Are you religious?"

"No," Guan Zang chuckled, "It's just that the sexual desire is relatively weak, and I don't want it to be diluted again."

"You fucking say it again, whose fists are those who watched me get hard? Whose fists were the ones that exploded in my mouth just now?"

"You are special, and all my desires are on you." Guan Zang said, "Compared with the orgasm brought by the object of desire, the orgasm that is imagined and manipulated is inferior and has no respect. Enjoy."

He looked at Guan Zang for a long time, and said in a low voice: "You have a tendency to abuse yourself, mentally ill."

I took a picture and said that the bones are fine, so I prescribed some medicine and went back to take good care of them.He still had toilet paper stuffed in his nose, and he spoke in a low voice: "I'm not like you, I run away if I can't beat it." The temperature difference between inside and outside made the glass foggy, so he drew a little chirp on the car window.

After returning to the customs, the collector wrapped himself in a waterproof sticker to take a bath. After washing for a long time, he couldn't help sneezing when he came out wrapped in a bath towel. He went to the bedroom and pulled up the cashmere blanket and put it on his body: "If you are so rich, you can't bear to turn on the air conditioner—— What are you doing?"

The dirty clothes were rolling in the washing machine, Guan Zang carefully tore up the train ticket, let go of his palm after tearing off, pink snowflakes floated in the trash can, raised his face and said, "I won't let you go."

"If I want to go, I can go anyway." Waiting Guan Zang put his hand on his cheek, and said, "Unless you kill me."

Guan Zang looked at him and shook his head: "No."

Whether to walk or die, he didn't ask: "Tear up that one too, don't look at it." Guan Zang turned his head, picked up the wet horizontal note paper obediently, and tore it into another snowflake .He found the remote control of the air conditioner from the coffee table, turned on the heating, and adjusted it to thirty degrees in one go.

A gust of hot wind hit, Guan Zang looked a little dazed.

When he saw the things on the desk, he whispered softly, "You are so obsessed with me, why don't you open a museum for me?"

"Because of your smell." Guan Zang said seriously.

He fiddled with the blanket for a while, hissed, and frowned in pain: "Come on, I'll add another one for you." Guan Zang stretched out his hand and got a curly hair.

He reached out and unwrapped the candy on the table, and threw it into his mouth.

Guan Zang looked at the candy paper and felt a little regretful: "Then will you give it back to me?"

He wrapped his arms around Guan Zang's neck and kissed his lips, and then patted his face: "This is my smell, you mountain cannon." Then he slapped the hair off Guan Zang's hand, "Pervert, don't disgust me." In the bedroom, unfold the blanket and lay naked on the bed.

"I looked for it. You don't have a piano at home, so order a separate set meal."

Guan Zang lay down beside him, a little excited: "I want to touch your wound."

"Don't break my ribs." He closed his eyes.

Starting from the face, Guan Zang's slightly cool fingers caressed his bruised eye sockets, cheeks, and corners of his mouth.There were traces of povidone iodine all over the body, and the knee was broken, and gauze was put on to prevent infection.The palm of the hand strokes the injured area repeatedly, and the palm is finished with the back of the hand.

He heard the change of Guan Zang's breathing and asked, "It's hard again?"

"Ah."

Guan Zang's face came close to him, his fingertips pressed against the swollen skin tissue, pressed his cheek against it, and then kissed.

"Would you be hard to see me hurt?"

Guan Zang went to bed and hugged him, "Your existence makes me excited, any change will increase the excitement."

He couldn't help laughing: "I'm fucking Chun Yao."

"To me, you are."

"You are really weird."

Guan Zang didn't refute, he stroked his body over and over again, his hands became stronger.He hurt but didn't say anything.

He didn't open his eyes, the eyes were dark, and the stars gradually lit up.Like a piece of golden sand, it merged into a familiar figure, called him: Keji.

He opened his eyes all of a sudden, and asked, "Assistant Guan, are you good at studying?"

"which aspect?"

"Physical hygiene." He reached out to take off Guan Zang's glasses and put them aside.

Close the door, turn off the lights, and the bedroom becomes an airtight box.

He sat on Guan Zang, raised his head and looked at the ceiling in the dark.

His breath, the closed breath, was like air bubbles locked in a box that couldn't get out. He saw these air bubbles floating up from the bed one by one.More and more, more and more bulging.Layer upon layer packed the entire room.

His cry, Guan Zang's cry; the sound of the flesh, the sound of the bed.The sound was squeezed painfully and sharply between the bubbles of breath.

"Beautiful."

Guan hid in his throat and whimpered.He liked the sound, so he squeezed out more, even if it hurt himself.

He used Guan Zang recklessly, trying to find a way to accumulate pleasure for himself.

Snapped.

He turned on the bedside lamp.Slowly raised and lowered in the sight of the other party, he asked Guan Zang, "Have you learned it?"

Guan Zang remained silent, watching him quietly.

"I agree." He said suddenly.

"what?"

"Agree to everything, no matter what you want to do to me tonight, I agree."

Guan Zang smiled softly, like a child who has been rewarded.

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