Anhe's words made Na Chen pick the corner of his mouth gently, and after a while he leaned against the door and said, "That's right."

"I'm not interested," Angel put on his shoes and pushed Na Chen away, opened the door and jumped out. "I want to find someone to go to bed and ask directly, so I won't have to waste my night."

Na Chen didn't stop him anymore, but just smiled behind him and said, "Are you going back?"

"If you have time to worry about this, go back and suck and stop sleeping!" An He walked in the general direction without looking back.

After walking a few steps, he was tripped and didn't know what he kicked.

"Fuck." He took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight to shine on the road.

I was dizzy and couldn't tell the direction. In addition, I basically didn't see what could be used as a mark when I came in. Now I can only fumble through intuition when I walked out.

Except for a small piece of lighted by the flashlight in front of him, surrounded by the dead black before dawn. He walked a little stumbled, but his steps did not stop, and he kept moving forward, as if he wanted to get rid of something.

Everyone has such an untouchable place in their hearts, and he also has it.

Angel, don’t you think I’m just going around you like to have a fool in love with you every day, right?

Of course, I want to go to bed, but I want to see how my boyfriend, who is wearing a flower, is pressed on the bed by himself. You take it seriously.

...

When I first heard the word flipper, Anhe felt darkness in front of him.

Although he could not accept it, his life trajectory changed uncontrollably during a long period of despair and struggle.

He couldn't count the times he woke up from his dream, sweating profusely and his whole body felt chilled.

But he didn't know who should blame all these, who can he blame, others, or himself?

Even now he felt that he would no longer suffer from this incident easily, this was still his lingering nightmare.

After walking between the messy cars for a long time, Anh couldn't find a way out. He was like walking into a maze, with walls on all sides, and he couldn't even tell whether he was walking out or deeper.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind, and someone walked over from behind without any haste.

"Big Seven?" Anhe was a little nervous. He didn't know if there would be any homeless people in such a large parking lot besides Na Chen who would jump out to sell cakes.

He shook his phone behind him, and there were only a pile of rusty parts behind him, and no one was seen.

"Then..." He just spoke up and wanted to make sure, but suddenly an arm stretched out from beside him, covered his mouth, and then he was hugged by someone.

In the midst of horror, he thrust his elbow back without hesitation.

"Ah!" The arm holding his arms immediately let go, and the man shouted in a low voice.

"That Chen?" Anhe glanced at his face with his cell phone and saw that the Chen, who bent down and covered his ribs and his eyebrows were twisted into a ball, "Are you fucking sick?"

"Did you see it?" Na Chen smiled and still bent over.

"Where did you hit it? Is it injured?" Although she was very annoyed, Anhe knew that he was very strong. Na Chen kept bent over. He walked over and wanted to see, "I..."

As soon as he approached, Na Chen suddenly straightened up, wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, and squirted them, and kissed them.

The sudden softness and tenderness on her lips made Anhe froze while holding her phone.

Na Chen hugged him very strongly, and his hands were stroking him hard on his back, and his tongue kept licking and teasing his teeth on his lips.

Angel was so drunk that he didn't get dizzy, and now he didn't know what he was thinking. He just stood there and let Na Chen put his hand into his clothes, and rubbed it roughly but forcefully.

Although Na Chen's purpose was very clear, it was to go to bed, but this kiss made Angel a little confused.

Na Chen's kiss gave him almost no time to react, no prelude, no temptation, no gradual progress, direct and domineering.

But very serious.

It doesn't feel like I'm just planning to sleep with an almost stranger.

Angel even felt that this was a kiss between lovers when he hugged himself tightly, familiar and natural.

"Your hands are so cold." Na Chen let go of him and shook his hand.

"I've drunk this way." Angel couldn't tell how he felt now, and he stood still, but the kiss really aroused the ** in his heart.

He hasn't been like this for a long time. His body is so free from reason and likes and dislikes, and he desires to contact each other, close and rub against another body...

Na Chen didn't say anything anymore and took his hand and walked back.

"Where do you go?" Anhe asked on the ground with his cell phone.

"I want to ask you, you can go to the back door further, and you will be able to open the crematorium when you go out," Na Chen turned his hand and turned off the flashlight. "No need for this, I can't fall you."

The three words of crematorium made Anhe get goose bumps on his back, but he finally knew where Nachen, the "secret base", was.

Na Chen was very familiar with this place. He only relied on the starlight that was so indifferent that he couldn't even see his face clearly. He didn't even walk in a detour and took Anhe back to the carriage in a few minutes.

Back in the warm room, Anhe was a little tired and sat on the inflatable cushion leaning against him, not wanting to talk, not moving, and not wanting to worry about whether to go to bed or not.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?" Na Chen walked to a corner of the room, pressed a CD machine, and soft music rang out in the room.

Angel saw a vinyl record player and a row of neatly arranged vinyl records next to him: "It's very professional."

"Damn it," Na Chen took off his shirt, walked to him and sat down, touched his legs, then lay down and pilded on his legs, took another cigarette out and lit it, "I rarely listen to it."

Anhe didn't answer any more about Na Chen's mother. He didn't understand what was going on before when he "wanted to kill people". He didn't want to cause trouble anymore.

Na Chen's hair slid open on his forehead, revealing his beautiful forehead, smooth and full. From Anhe's perspective, his face unexpectedly had a bit of childishness.

Angel reached out and touched his forehead, his eyes swept from his eyebrows to his eyes, to his nose, mouth, and finally stopped on Na Chen's collarbone.

"You have a bad temper." Na Chen sprayed a sip of cigarette upwards.

"Not you have explosive power." Angel smiled.

"Are you sleepy? Go and lie in the bed for a while?" Na Chen asked him.

Angel turned around and looked at the messy bed next to him. When he remembered the situation when Li Fan got up with Shamatt's head on that day, he suddenly felt extremely awkward, and even felt that Shamatt's bed had been Shamatt's.

"If you don't want to do it, don't do it, don't sleep with confidence." Na Chen added when he saw that he didn't say anything.

"Your bed... won't be cleaned up." Angel tskated.

Na Chen smiled with his legs for a long time, sat up and pressed the cigarette in a small iron box on the carpet next to him: "Come on, visit my bedroom."

A door was cut in the same position between the two close-to-side cars. Na Chen opened the door, went in and turned on the light, and waved to him.

From here, almost all the black carriages walked into the other side, Anhe only saw the white in his eyes. The strong visual contrast made him stand by the door for a long time before walking in.

Na Chen closed the door behind him.

This iron carriage room is like a small nest covered with white feathers.

Except for the white fur carpet, coffee table, bed, and ring chair, these things that can be seen as handmade are all white, and without exception they are covered with fur, long and short hair.

And what is completely different from the outside is that the house does not have those strange furnishings and objects, which are clean and refreshing and very warm.

Angel saw a lot of pipes on the wall and on the top, and probably there was a burning oil barrel outside.

"You..." Angel touched the thick hair cushion on the ring chair next to him, "How to keep it?"

"What to keep?" Na Chen glanced at him.

"Clean and tidy," Angel said.

"I'm very idle sometimes," Na Chen's arms rolled around behind him, circling his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "You can sleep here."

"Thank you," Anhe suddenly breathed tightly when he was about to pull away his arm. Na Chen's right hand slid down into his waist, and his fingers hooked open his belt. He grabbed Na Chen's hand, "What are you doing?"

Na Chen didn't say anything, pulled his pants again, slid his hand in, and gently grabbed it through his underwear.

Anhe felt a lot of blood rushing straight to his head, and he felt a little dizzy. His temples and heartbeats and exploded. Na Chen's left hand pulled out his shirt, touched his waist, and sucked warmly behind his ears.

"Don't you say or not?" Angel pulled his hand out of his pants and turned around and stared at his face.

"Can you believe the crazy thing?" Na Chen smiled, lowered his head and took off his pants, standing in front of him in only a pair of underwear. The erect part under the underwear was clearly outlined.

Angel had never tested his concentration and mind like this, especially when he hadn't done it for a long time and had drunk alcohol, and was facing a man who was almost naked, both in appearance and figure.

The desire in his body could not be hidden, and Na Chen could easily see his same reaction. He began to unbutton his shirt with one hand, and touched his lower abdomen with the other hand and stretched it down little by little.

Anhe shook his lightly, but he didn't hide anymore. The moment Na Chen touched him, he threw all his thoughts behind his head.

The loneliness and emptiness that cannot be explained or resolved for this period of time seemed to have found an outlet in the caress and teasings of that Chen.

His shirt was taken off, and Na Chen lowered his head and kissed him gently, from shoulder to neck to earlobe, and slowly rubbed back on his shoulder. He didn't stop with his hands and took off his pants.

Anhe sighed softly in his heart, and Na Chen touched him, and his smooth and warm skin brought a fire on him. He hugged Na Chen's waist, touched him hard on his back, and his tight butt for a few times, and then pressed Na Chen onto the bed.

Na Chen cooperated very well, laying completely relaxed on the bed, with his hands folded over his head, and the thick fluff blanket on the bed wrapped around his slender and tight body.

Angel stared at him for a few seconds, leaned down and pressed him up, pulled off Na Chen's underwear a few times, and rubbed his hands hard. The touch and elasticity unique to the young man's skin made Angel's breathing worse.

He explored down with some eagerness. When he gently held Na Chen's body, the burning heat in his palm kept burning into his body.

"Well..." Chen's head raised his head, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Kiss me."

Anhe lowered his head and kissed Nachen on the forehead, slowly slid to the tip of his nose, and then to his lips. When Nachen wanted to respond, he did not pause. He pointed the tip of his tongue, stroked his chin, and then gently bit Nachen's shoulder.

"Ah..." Na Chen gasped, grabbed his arm and squeezed it.

Anhe's kiss fell on Nachen's collarbone, and then went down. There seemed to be a slight current passing by wherever he went, and some instability began to be mixed in Nachen's breath.

This response made Angel slowly become interested, unfamiliar and sensitive.
To be continued...