Dude, your wig fell off

Chapter 13 Kill Me

An He was lying on the bed, all the windows in the room were closed tightly, but the sound of firecrackers outside still resonated in his chest, and all he could smell was gunpowder, and he sneezed several times. It's gone when the nose is blocked.

"An He, what's the matter with you?" He stared at the ceiling and whispered, he had already finished the bath, lay down comfortably and fell asleep, and now he wants to run out?

Yes, what's wrong?

Didn't even ask why Chen Da made such a request during the Chinese New Year?

He hasn't had this kind of impulse for many years, he can put aside what he cares about and what he doesn't want to accept, this feeling of giving up his likes and dislikes and wanting to get close to someone makes him uneasy.

He raised his hand, spread his fingers apart, and looked at the chandelier overhead from between his fingers.

why?

That Chen was not much older than his student.

Personality is not good.

Getting along with people is a little difficult.

Occasionally he is still brain-dead, and he has a headache when he thinks of Chen's Martian text.

But that Chen looks good, the kind he likes.

He's so handsome when he plays the drums.

It's charming to smile.

The voice is sexy.

An He smiled, in fact, these are not the point.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, stared blankly on the edge of the bed for a while, walked into the bathroom slowly, and looked at his messy hair in the mirror.

The point is, what Na Chen said inadvertently made him empathize with Na Chen more and more deeply.

Not like parents, not like home.

Sometimes he would want to get close to Na Chen, wanting to know what kind of family he has behind him, what kind of parents he has, and whether there are other people who have felt so restless and helpless like himself.

Is it too lonely? I want someone of the same kind.

An He dawdled for almost an hour in meaningless thinking and entanglement before going out with a New Year's bag and a red shopping bag.

When he left the unit and walked towards the parking space, the north wind was blowing with firecracker crumbs, making him a little breathless.

It was already past twelve o'clock, and many of the people downstairs who were shooting cannons had already frozen back. He looked around, but there was no one there, so he jumped all the way to his car with his legs high.

The car was full of small red debris, thanks to the alarm being turned off, otherwise the car would have had strep throat.

When passing by the guard room of the community, the security guard slapped his fly swatter silly: "Hahaha, Mr. An, happy Chinese New Year, go out at this time? Hahahaha..."

He handed over the New Year's package: "Happy New Year."

The security guard was very moved after receiving the New Year's package, and a series of thank you, sorry, thank you, sorry.

"Let's discuss something," An He waved, and the security guard leaned half out of the window. He pointed to his fly swatter, "Can we stop having fun with this? It's been a year."

"Hahahaha, I can't help it," the security guard laughed so much that his teeth were bared, "It's been a year and you still can't get in without a fly swatter hahahaha..."

"...Close the windows, it's windy." An He drove the car out of the community helplessly.

The community that Chen lived in was relatively high-end, and the security guard also smiled, but with a serious smile on his face. If he wanted to enter, he had to have the consent of the owner.

But it was probably because Na Chen had said hello before, the security guard took a note and looked at An He's license plate for a long time, let him go, and politely pointed him to the way to Na Chen's house. It was a bit of a surprise to get his license plate.

When driving the car inward, he paid special attention to it, fearing that someone would accidentally hit such a high-end sentry box again.

In fact, you can find it without giving directions. The road signs at the corners are very detailed.

There are still many people in the community, wrapped in thick clothes and setting off fireworks. Under the bright street lights, everyone has a smile on their faces, a smile that the old north wind can't blow away.

An He found the building of Na Chen's house, and when he got downstairs, he found that there was no parking space. He was about to make a call to ask where the parking space was in this awesome neighborhood of Na Chen's house, when the door of the unit opened and he ran out. one person.

An He felt that he could recognize Na Chen based on his body shape. For some reason, he was familiar with Na Chen's movements and posture.

But when he saw that Chen clearly, he was stunned.

"Open the door!" Na Chen had already run to the passenger side, patted on the car window, and shouted loudly, "My parking space is in the underground garage, I'll take you there."

An He opened the door and watched Na Chen jump into the car. The temperature in the car dropped a lot because he came with the cold air. An He stared at him for a long time: "What are you dressed like?"

"You're dressed just after taking a shower," Na Chen rubbed his hands, pointing to the road ahead, "drive over and turn left."

An He looked at Na Chen's pajamas full of crayon Shin-chan and the army green Lei Feng cap on his head, and also at the two big balls of fluff on his feet, which were slippers. When Na Chen rushed out, An He He thought he was carrying two dogs, and seeing that there was something around Na Chen's neck, An He pointed: "What is this?"

"Scarf." Na Chen tugged at the thing around his neck, stretched his arm in and put it on after a few tugs.

Only then did An He realize that it was a sweater.

"You're always like this..." An He drove the car forward slowly, "Cute?"

"Well," Na Chen nodded without humility at all, "Is there any cuter you want to see?"

"...No need," An He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold, only when it's cold can I feel my existence." Na Chen leaned back in the chair, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the car window a few times.

An He didn't make a sound, and his intuition told him that the words might be said by Na Chen's mother again. This kind of feeling was a bit like a dream.

When he parked the car and ran back behind Nachen, who was wearing a Lei Feng hat sweater over Xiaoxin's pajamas and two dogs were jumping around, An He felt that he couldn't describe his mood.

How innocent.

How lively.

How playful.

What an idiot.

After entering the elevator, Na Chen leaned in the car and pointed to the shopping bag in his hand: "Is it a gift?"

"Well, it's for you." An He opened the bag, took out a plush rabbit from it, and handed it over.

"Thank you," Na Chen happily took it, and after watching it for a while, he began to laugh, laughing so exaggeratedly that people trembled, "You are much cuter than me, An He, give this away."

An He smiled: "A gift for going to the supermarket to buy something."

"So insincere." Na Chen pinched the rabbit's ears, but couldn't stop laughing.

An He was also laughing at first, but that Chen couldn't stop, he couldn't laugh anymore, maybe he was too sensitive?That Chen's smile didn't seem to be happy.

That Chen's house was on the 18th floor, when he got out of the elevator and opened the door, he finally stopped laughing, turned around and shook the rabbit in his hand, and looked at An He seriously: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." An He could only answer seriously.

Nachen opened the door: "Welcome to Xiaochenchen's home."

An He walked in, and the warm air rushed towards his face.

This is a duplex room, the living room is very large, the furniture and furnishings are all made of mahogany, the well-regulated atmosphere makes An He feel a little unspeakably depressed, which reminds him of the "secret base" in the old car park which is very different from here ".

Only a white grand piano in the corner of the living room can make people feel a little relaxed from this overly serious atmosphere, An He stared at the piano for a long time.

"Where are your family members?" An He stood for a while before he remembered and turned his head to ask.

"No one," Na Chen stretched out his hand to him, "I'm the only one."

An He took off his coat and put it in his hand, without speaking.

"Didn't I tell you that my father is dead?" Na Chen took his coat into the cloakroom and hung it up. "I'm alone during the Chinese New Year."

An He wanted to ask your mother, why didn't she go to a relative's house, but she didn't open her mouth after thinking about it. After all, it's Chinese New Year, so it's better not to talk about such obviously unpleasant topics.

"What about you? Go to bed at this time on New Year's Eve?" Na Chen came out, glanced at him, and pointed to the sofa, "Sit."

"Well, sleep when you're sleepy." An He sat down, and the ninety-degree sofa made him feel like a new employee waiting for an interview with the HR department when he sat upright.

"Go upstairs, the living room is like a coffin." Na Chen went into the kitchen, took a pot of fruit tea, and walked up the stairs. When he said the word coffin, the expression on his face did not change, as if he had said Two very ordinary words.

An He got up and followed him upstairs. The upstairs corridor and several rooms with closed doors were all white at a glance, with white railings, white carved doors, and white floors.

Nachen's room is also mostly white. Unlike the room in the secret base that is full of white fluff, the white here is a bit cold.

"Do you like white very much?" An He asked casually, and sat on the small sofa in the bedroom.

"I don't know," Na Chen poured a cup of fruit tea and handed it to him, "My mother likes it."

Downstairs and upstairs are completely inharmonious styles, both bedrooms are white, but when Na Chen went out, most of his clothes were black, An He squinted his eyes, Na Chen's eccentricity and contradictions were indeed not just about his personality, but with his family has a lot to do with it.

"Where's your mother?" An He asked, and Na Chen had already mentioned it. It would be too unnatural if he still avoided asking this question that has reached the front of his eyes.

"In the hospital," Na Chen poured a cup of fruit tea and drank it slowly, then pinched a small piece of lemon and chewed it in his mouth, "Fifth hospital."

"...Ah," An He was taken aback, the Fifth Hospital is the only mental hospital in the city, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I've been crazy for many, many years," Na Chen smiled, "I'm used to it."

After saying this, neither of them spoke again.

An He held the cup, warm in his palm, the fruit tea tasted good, pineapple and passion fruit tea, with a few slices of lemon, sweet and sour taste, very fragrant, it is impossible to see that Chen can cook fruit tea of ​​this level , compared to myself who can only boil noodles in water, it is much better.

"Want to drink?" Na Chen suddenly stood up and walked in front of him, staring down at his face.

"Don't drink," An He leaned back, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

Na Chen bent down and pressed his face in front of his eyes, with a smile in his dark eyes: "Because you don't drink alcohol, it's so boring."

"How do you want to be strong?" An He looked at him.

"Sleep or work?" Na Chen knelt on the sofa with one leg, supported the backrest with his hands, and slowly pressed down.

An He smiled, and raised the cup in his hand to block the tip of Na Chen's nose: "Sleep."

"Really?" Na Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, took his cup and put it on the coffee table, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you really think..."

An He didn't move, when Chen's hair lightly swept across his face, he completely relaxed inexplicably: "What."

"Is it just because of rush and wine that day..." Na Chen's voice was provocative, and his lips touched his earlobe.

These words reminded An He of the seductive look of Na Chen kneeling on the bed with his head raised that day, his body was hot for a while, but this hotness soon mixed with the bottle of rush that he remembered at the same time, An He felt My mind is so lively right now.

Na Chen's breath hit his neck, he closed his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to grab Na Chen's arm and violently pulled it aside.

Na Chen was pulled down on the sofa, An He didn't wait for him to move, stepped up directly, sat on him and pressed down, ripping off his pajamas.

"You..." Nachen moved, as if wanting to sit up.

An He pinched his neck with his hand, and pressed his thumb against his throat: "Stay honest."

"Teacher An," Na Chen laughed, raised his hand to tick An He's lips, "So you like this."

An He didn't speak, Nachen's smile was very beautiful, especially at this time.

"I like you to kiss me." Na Chen said, his hand went down from the hem of his shirt, and his fingertips slowly moved along his waist and back.

An He stared at him, then leaned down and kissed him.

Na Chen quickly greeted him, put his arms around his waist, and let out a low nasal moan.

There was a nice scent of bath liquid on Na Chen's body, and the sweetness of fruit tea was on the tip of his tongue. When they were entangled with each other, An He was a little intoxicated.

He stroked Na Chen's body with his hands, scratched and kneaded Na Chen's legs through his trousers, with great strength, it seemed that only in this way could he match the growing desire in his heart.

He is not in a very good mood today. Every time he goes home, the depression brought to him by his mother is infinitely magnified because today is the New Year's Eve, but now when he is surrounded by the breath of that day, let him Emotions that hit rock bottom turned into flames.

It seemed to be a raging flame trying to burn through his body to find an outlet.

He reached out and grabbed Na Chen's pants and pulled them down fiercely. Na Chen lifted his body slightly, and the pants were pulled down by him.

The tight and elastic skin on Na Chen's legs made his breathing quicken. He let go of Na Chen's lips, and pressed his hand tightly on Na Chen's forehead. eyes full of temptation.

An He stared at him intently, his somewhat messy panting was heard next to his ears.

Na Chen's fingers hooked the buttons of his shirt, and his voice was hoarse: "Take it off."

An He straightened up, and when he was unbuttoning the buttons one by one, Nachen's fingers hung down and hooked to his belt again.

Just as An He unbuttoned his shirt, Nachen unzipped his trousers and put his hand inside.

Na Chen's hands were very warm, and the rubbing through his underwear made the muscles on his back tense. He leaned forward, propped his hands on the sofa, and let out a low moan as he gasped.

"Is this still the bed?" Na Chen touched his thigh.

An He didn't speak, got off Na Chen, grabbed his arm and fell hard on the bed. Na Chen lay on the bed, his body bounced with the mattress, turned his face and smiled and took off his pants .

Na Chen's butt is very beautiful. When An He took off his clothes, his eyes were fixed on Na Chen's buttocks and waist. When he pressed onto Na Chen's body from behind, he grabbed Na Chen's butt.

"Hmm..." Na Chen buried his face in the quilt and snorted, and touched his waist with his backhand.

"Where's the lubricant?" An He kissed Na Chen's shoulder, poked his fingers behind him, and pressed his knee between Na Chen's legs.

"It's so urgent." Na Chen smiled, and there was panting in the laughter.

"Well," An He licked the tip of his ear lightly, "I'm so anxious."

"Get up, I'll get it." Na Chen said.

An He rubbed his waist again, turned over and leaned against the pillow, watched Na Chen get off the bed, swayed to the small table next to him and opened the drawer.

An He admired Na Chen's naked body. He liked this kind of body, which could pinch his excitement just right, but he couldn't expose his whole body in front of someone he didn't know very well and still be like Na Chen. So calm.

When seeing An He's gaze, Na Chen even paused for a moment before slowly walking to the bed and throwing the lubricant on the bed.

An He's gaze didn't leave his body, and when he reached out to touch the lubricant, Nachen supported the bed and pressed onto him, wrapped his arms around him tightly, and kissed his lips.

An He stopped using the lubricant, and Na Chen's kiss was different from before, with the tip of her tongue eagerly poking into his mouth, entangled with obvious desire.

This feeling is very strange. The reason why An He does not resist kissing Na Chen is because Na Chen's kisses are always so serious and careful, and the desire he can feel now is even more deceptive.

It's like a lover's kiss.

An He hadn't had such an experience for a long time, he closed his eyes, and responded carefully, the intoxicating ambiguity and comfort between his lips and teeth.

Na Chen didn't hide his desire at all, his heavy breathing and gasps from time to time, as well as the hot skin that was tightly pressed together, all clearly conveyed his desire.

An He rubbed his hands on his body, and the elastic touch in his palm made his mind blank from time to time.

Without thinking, and forgetting to move, only relying on instinct to explore and entangle.

It wasn't until Na Chen separated his legs and pressed over him that the scorching hot and hard touch under his body made his consciousness recover from the disordered state.

"Wait..." An He grabbed Na Chen's leg, but before he could make a sound, Na Chen had already pressed his leg and pushed forward.

An He took a breath when his body was suddenly stretched, frowned and gritted his teeth and said: "Then Chen, you are fucking courting death."

"Then..." Na Chen didn't go any further, stopped and looked down at him, slowly leaned down, gently rubbed his lips against his face, and whispered like a whisper, "Kill me."

An He didn't move, let alone struggle, followed by Na Chen's somewhat hoarse words followed by a momentary trance.When Na Chen looked at him, his eyes were focused, and his eyes were full of longing and desire that he could not understand. His black eyes were shining, like some kind of beast looking forward to a feast.