He's gay

The dragon has no home to go back to, but wants to stay in a human place. It seems to be begging, but also hugged Xie Qingcheng not to let go, and has the intention to taste the freshness that was not tasted enough in the locker room once again.

The dragon tagged a man, but the man turned his head and cleaned himself off, the dragon was upset and slapped his tail, naturally wanting to tag again.

A few hours later.

Xie Qingcheng is staring blankly, between the pillows.

Although he had rebuilt his psychological defenses, choosing perfunctory and acceptance, physiologically he was still not able to do so.

And now, he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake in agreeing to He Yu's continued relationship in order to solve the obstacle that was holding him back.

Because the little beast is also too energetic ......

It simply affects his arrangement more.

He Yu lay lazily beside him, wrapping his fingers around his slightly longer black hair.

"Brother. Was I good just now."

"......"

The young man's heat is very prosperous, as long as looking at Xie Qingcheng face surfaced even so a hint of love, He Yu as if from the tailbone run up the electricity, what tiredness do not remember, the young boy's physical strength how can not be used up as if, only want to ask for more.

Unlike Xie Qingcheng, who slept with him purely for pleasure.

Nowadays, Xie Qingcheng's body is a tranquilizer for him.

No matter how hard Xie Qingcheng talks or how determined he is, as long as He Yu sleeps with him, he will settle down and become very good-tempered.

His mood calmed down, and the argument he had just had seemed like nothing in this moment.

Chen Man is nothing.

Chen Man won't be able to eat it anyway, so I'll make him crave for it.

The way He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng now was much gentler in the end, the kind of gentleness that stripped away the usual gloomy meaning, very pure, just like a normal nineteen year old boy in love.

It's a pity that Xie Qingcheng doesn't look at him.

He Yu called him again, "Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng didn't react.

He Yu touched the corner of his lips, "Are you in pain?"

Xie Qingcheng Ignoring.

He Yu hugged him again and kissed the side of his neck, "Are you comfortable?"

Xie Qingcheng ignored him, Xie Qingcheng said, "Can you get lost?"

He Yu smiled, but was shameless: "I'm so tired, I work so hard and you don't even sympathize with me? I want you to sleep with me for a while."

There was no discussion, not on his lips, not on his hands, he hugged Xie Qingcheng very tightly.

Xie Qingcheng looked coldly at the ceiling and said half-heartedly, "You really don't disgust men at all now."

"I'm disgusting."

Xie Qingcheng said, "I really don't see the difference between what you're doing and being gay."

He Yu then sank down, and after a long moment of silence, he said, "This is different."

"How different."

The teenager was paranoid, trying desperately to prove something like, "Then I'm only like that with you."

"......" Xie Qingcheng slowly rolled his eyes, his gaze falling to He Yu's face, only the sight was cool, cooler than the snow on the window ledge, "You're not gay just with me, are you fucking ridiculous? Ridiculous."

He Yu's face hardened, and deep down he seemed to know that this was wrong, but just a strong argument, but he chose to ignore his own internal cross-examination.

He said, "I don't like other men, I'd do it with you."

"I don't want anyone else."

"Xie Qingcheng, I don't like men."

"Are you blind, I am the man."

"You're different, you're the exception."

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and there seemed to be some cold and vicious knife shadows hidden in his tone, "Why?"

He Yu didn't know why, could it be a first time complex? But naturally, I can't say that. He is "He Yu who has slept with many women".

So he casually said, "...... You ...... look good."

"Thanks, so if I scratch my face, can we end this boring game."

The boy didn't expect to get such a reaction for his casual remark, and with a sudden shock, he got up and looked down at him, "Xie Qingcheng!"

But then the cold sweat cooled down and he stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, regaining his composure: "No, you won't."

"Why I wouldn't."

"You're a man who values life. You take life very seriously."

Xie Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes slowly closed and his throat rolled, "I'm sorry little friend, I take my own life very lightly."

He Yu suddenly snapped, his heart felt like it had been hit by something, and he lowered his voice, sternly whispering in Xie Qingcheng's ear, "If you dare, I'll lock you up, cover your face, and toss you to your death--!"

Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes looked at He Yu with extreme coldness, "Since when do you like my face so much? I haven't seen you think I'm that good looking before."

"......"

He Yu could not answer.

In the end, he only said fiercely to Xie Qingcheng, "You, you're not so bad as to disfigure your face for me, am I so heavy in your eyes?"

Xie Qingcheng was silent, and after a long time, his voice was like an icy spring flowing over the still-warm mattress as he sneered, "That's true."

"And what are you worth, He Yu," he said with a little sigh in his voice.

He Yu felt uncomfortable for no reason.

He doesn't like it when he calls him He Yu.

He realized that Xie Qingcheng hadn't called him brat in a long time-not since that night at the clubhouse.

Because of this unpleasant feeling, He Yu pestered Xie Qingcheng for a while, and by the time he came to his senses, it was already completely dark.

In the evening, Chen Man called again.

He was still not sure about He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's previous state and wanted to ask how it was going.

Xie Qingcheng, of course, could not tell the truth with Chen Man, so he said, "...... It's fine, there was a bit of misunderstanding before, and it's fine when it's explained."

Chen Man chatted with Xie Qingcheng for a few more minutes and then said that he would like to come to Xie Qingcheng's place to have Yangzhou fried rice after work in a few days.

He Yu listened to the conversation between them so faintly, then after Xie Qingcheng hung up, he kissed Xie Qingcheng's slightly cold lips-- Chen Man could only listen to the words coming out of these lips, but he was able to take them in his mouth and kiss them, kissing the coldness into wetness and heat.

"Brother Xie." At the end of the day, he slightly pulled back the distance between himself and Xie Qingcheng, and both of their breathing was still involuntarily a bit messy, but Xie Qingcheng's eyes were already cold.

He Yu stares at the beck and then says, "Will you get up and make me fried rice? And want a bowl of congee."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng thought, absolutely.

There was a haze in He Yu's eyes due to Chen Man, but on his lips he bargained like a pet, "If you want me to leave, then I'll leave after I finish my meal."

It's rare for the active party to ask the one enduring to get up and cook dinner after enjoying it all night, whether it's between people of the same sex or between people of the opposite sex.

Normal people usually go to the kitchen to make soup, or call a hotel room service to deliver a meal, even if the ancient king favored a courtesan, after the end of the eunuchs will at least be asked to wait for people.

But He Yu's shamelessness is a special case.

And Xie Qingcheng?

Xie Qingcheng originally wanted to scold him, but he was so tired that he was sick of looking at He Yu - it took energy to start an argument, and he didn't even want to look at He Yu right now.

What's more, he doesn't want He Yu to feel like he's been tossed around to the point of losing his strength; he's always felt like he's purely manly and strong.

Xie Qingcheng, in order to let him roll early, got up and cooked without a word, his face calm as if nothing had happened.

His back was hurting, and he had discomfort elsewhere, but all of these difficulties had been internalized by Xie Qingcheng, and now all He Yu could get from his face was endless indifference.

Like a ruin, the invaders dug into the ground and could not find any treasures that called for rejoicing.

He Yu got dressed and got up to check on him in the kitchen, his heart inexplicably going from calm to agitation, from agitation to loss, and from loss to bewilderment, as he sank down and leaned against the doorframe, rambling on and on as a means of alleviating the sense of boredom in his heart.

"Xie Qingcheng, put less sesame oil on the table."

"Xie Qingcheng, chop the green onions finely."

"Xie Qingcheng, don't put salt in so early."

"......"

He deliberately picked and chose, but he couldn't actually cook, and Lupin was making a big axe at his door, pointing out things that made no sense. He expected the man to turn his head and swear at him, as he had done before--

But men don't.

When he said something, Xie Qingcheng did it with a scanty expression, like a wordless coping and emotionless dismissal after aversion had reached its peak.

This silence, in contrast to Xie Qingcheng's previous willingness to at least argue with him, was even more upsetting to He Yu.

He walked over and suddenly hugged Xie Qingcheng from behind, kissed Xie Qingcheng's neck sideways, and put his hand on Xie Qingcheng's wrist, telling him to let go of the congee cooking spoon.

Xie Qingcheng ignored him at first, her peach blossom eyes staring fixedly at the blue flames dancing on the gas stove.

In the end, probably tired of being pestered by He Yu, he finally threw in a cold "You want to go crazy or you want to eat" without turning his head back.

But the colder he was, the more flavorful He Yu seemed to think he was, and the smell of disinfectant seemed to become a deep pheromone, which he didn't really want to be, he was always well dressed in front of people--precisely, before he slept with Xie Qingcheng, he was a very gentle man even behind the scenes, and he didn't touch any women.

Xie Qingcheng seems like an elder who led him into the depths of the dense forest of the Garden of Eden, and no matter whether he started for whatever reason or not, the end result was that he let him into the garden.

After biting into the fruit of the serpent, the teenager suddenly understands the evil words of Satan, and a primitive humanity is ignited in his bones.

And then he wanted all the time to linger with this man who had embraced him for the first time, in this forbidden place of Eden, forbidden by the gods, savoring the excitement that was still new to him.

He Yu lowered his eyes, kissed the back of his neck, and said, "Let the porridge simmer for a while."

In the cold days of late fall, the stove fire, the house is far hotter than outside, the old window glass is then covered with a layer of white fog, inside and outside of what can not see each other.

But then there was a hand propped up against the windowpane, a hand that was paler than ice and snow, with long bones, and then there was another, younger-looking hand that snapped up and clasped the back of the original hand, five fingers over five fingers, gripping tightly, and the window misted even more heavily, and the steam was rising up and wrapping around everything in the room.

After a few moments, the room was muffled and both of those hands moved away from the glass.

A clear print was brought out on the glass, and through the rubbed out print, before the new vapor had covered it densely, the dark hair, the broad straight shoulder blades of the man on the kitchen counter could be faintly seen.

Eyes lifted upward again, he could see the sizzling face of the young man standing in front of the kitchen counter.

Wasn't this the same frenzied and obsessed look the lone dragon had when he chewed on the human sacrifice on the stone bed?

The answer was silent, like the ambiguous fog of the winter wind and snow, which quickly covered the clear marks on the glass window again. The window fog was so thick that no one could see what was going on inside, and the voices of the two men conversing in the room were low and deliberately muted, so no one could really hear them.

At the end of the day, there was only a soft "Xie Qingcheng ......" through the cracks in the window, leaking into the wind and snow.

Black shadows shifted, in the fog, looking at black hair, at blurred shapes, at difficult sins, at one picking up the other.

The evil dragon bowed his head and kissed the human's eyelashes with his scarred beak.

The fire under the pot had been unextinguished, and the house was so hot that the aftermath of it all felt like it had melted into a pool of warm water, soaking the two of them.

"Don't ever cook for Chen Man again."

He Yu's voice was wet, beastly, wild, stubborn and nervous.

"I don't like him, he's a nasty gay."

He still has the face to say such things - he has the face to be disgusted to call someone else gay when it's obvious he did everything he shouldn't have done.

Xie Qingcheng got up and pushed him away.

He was cold fast, only his chest still rising and falling slightly sharply, but his eyes, looking out through his wet forehead hair, were already cold, so cold that it was penetrating.

"Take a step back, He Yu. even if he is gay, he is better than you." Finally he opened his lips slightly, barely rippling as he addressed He Yu, "Even if he was gay, he'd never show such unending interest in me. Unlike you."

There was a pause, the irony stinging.

"Good one." The word is calm, but like a knife and an awl, "Utterly, utterly, heterosexual."