After Escaping Marriage [GL]

There was a buzzing sound in Yu Qingtang's ears, and his mind went blank.

Her gaze instinctively stayed on the slightly opened red lips of the woman below.

Cheng Zhanxi had just taken a bath and did not put on lipstick, but her lips were still moist and full of pale pink.

She grasped the knuckles of Cheng Zhanxi's wrist subconsciously, and pressed it deeper into the soft pillow.

It's a visual stimulus.

Cheng Zhanxi still didn't make any resistance, and even tilted her slender neck back, extending a graceful and moving curve from her chin to the neckline of the half-covered pajama neckline.

Yu Qingtang opened her mouth, her eyes followed her extended lines one by one, and she lingered.

Finally back to her red lips.

Cheng Zhanxi closed his eyes at the right time, opened his red lips slightly, and asked for anything.

She was really unskilled in seduction, and she was afraid that after staring at Yu Qingtang for a long time, she would not be able to resist the guest and take her to the spot, and at least kiss her until she cried and begged for mercy.

And Yu Qingtang locked her weak wrist, and her mind turned dully.

she thinks……

she thinks……

With saliva secreting in her throat, she opened her mouth and called softly, "Cheng Zhanxi."

Cheng Zhanxi closed his eyes and responded to her, lazily with a nasal voice and a chuckle: "Huh?"

Yu Qingtang's hand tightened again, leaving a light red mark on Cheng Zhanxi's white wrist.

"Cheng Zhanxi..." The woman on her body called again, her voice low, showing obvious grievances.

Cheng Zhanxi's heart skipped a beat and opened his eyes.

Yu Qingtang was condescending, but she didn't have a condescending attitude. It seemed that she was the one being bullied. She complained pitifully to her: "Why don't you hug me?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

What else can Cheng Zhanxi do?

In less than a second, she sat up with her elbows raised, embraced Yu Qingtang in her arms, and gently patted her on the back to coax her.

"I was wrong, sorry."

Yu Qingtang clutched the fabric in front of her half in a fit of anger, and accidentally pulled her neckline too far, unintentionally catching a glimpse of the beautiful spring.

Yu Qingtang panicked, and quickly let go of her hand, and when she was covered up, she suddenly felt a little regret, and recalled it in her mind.

Yu Qingtang bit her lip, secretly annoyed: she has some of her own, but it's just a little smaller, what's so beautiful.

Her inner thoughts kept going, Cheng Zhanxi didn't realize it, she just kept sighing in her heart, she did it, Yu Qingtang didn't even kiss her.

Cheng Zhanxi coaxed Yu Qingtang, hugged her and lay down together, letting the other party wrap around his waist.

Yu Qingtang got what she wanted, but the place in her heart was still empty and needed to be filled urgently. She could not squeeze Cheng Zhanxi's arms in a systematic way, trying to make up for this vacancy through a more intimate distance, but only A drop in the bucket.

Cheng Zhanxi just regarded herself as Yu Qingtang's good friend tonight. Even if she touched her, her six senses would be clean and calm, and asked, "How are your ears good?"

Yu Qingtang nestled in her arms, almost sticking to the woman, and said, "My ears are already good."

Cheng Zhanxi: "???"

The two entered the long talk mode, and Yu Qingtang temporarily forgot what she wanted from Cheng Zhanxi, and stepped back slightly to make the sleeping position of the two more suitable for heart-to-heart talk.

Yu Qingtang frowned, not knowing how to tell her.

Cheng Zhanxi's fingertips touched her eyebrows, smoothing the woman's raised eyebrows.

Cheng Zhanxi realized that he was overstepping the line, and just as he was about to withdraw, Yu Qingtang grabbed her hand and held it softly.

Cheng Zhanxi said in her heart, but she held it.

Yu Qingtang considered her words and said, "I encountered some bad things when I was a child, so I didn't listen or talk." She looked into Cheng Zhanxi's eyes and whispered, "I didn't lie to you on purpose, I learned it later. Speaker."

Cheng Zhanxi said "um": "I know."

Yu Qingtang: "I went to see a psychiatrist when I grew up and consulted about this. The doctor said it might be a self-protection mechanism."

In Cheng Zhanxi's vague memory, he knew that Yu Qingtang was probably unfortunate in childhood, and today he learned that her biological mother had passed away early, so she thoughtfully skipped this passage and asked, "Did you go directly to Sicheng after you moved? Have you been here ever since? "

Yu Qingtang nodded.

"Then how have you been all these years..." Cheng Zhanxi wanted to ask her if she was doing well? But she remembered the day when she first met Yu Qingtang, her indifferent and cold eyes; she didn't know why she went to the bar to indulge; she sat blankly in the wind and rain corridor after the students jointly went to school, Cheng Zhanxi let her Don't be sad, she said, "I don't know." Later, Lian Yabing came to the office to cry to her, and she later said that she seemed a little sad; her calm voice contained pain, which made her forget the absurdity of that night; She said that she didn't have any hobbies other than studying. She only listened to music and watched TV for fun. She said she had no friends; she didn't love her family, and she didn't know the difference between love and friendship.

She doesn't like the world at all.

How could she be doing well? Cheng Zhanxi's throat was slightly choked, his eyes were red, and he didn't ask this sentence out.

What made her even more painful was that the deaf-mute girl she knew as a child was the sweetheart she wanted to pity and care for. No matter how gentle she is to treat her in the future, the scars that she has experienced will never heal.

Yu Qingtang heard the half-sentence she stopped abruptly, and automatically added "how about" in her mind, and replied, "I lived with my grandparents and grandparents after I moved back to Sicheng, and studied in a special education school for two years. Later, when he could speak, he was transferred to an ordinary elementary school.

Her life was lackluster and could be explained in a few words. The only flash is that distant memory, the shared memory of her and Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't speak, and buried his face in the woman's neck.

Yu Qingtang quickly felt a lot of wetness.

Compared to howling and venting during the day, she cried very forbearably this time, without making a sound, her tears were hot, soaked Yu Qingtang's shoulders, and flowed into the clavicle socket, which was wet everywhere.

Yu Qingtang didn't eat the silent vinegar anymore, she strangely realized who she was crying for from Cheng Zhanxi's trembling shoulders.

Yu Qingtang looked at the quiet space on the desk, combing Cheng Zhanxi's long smooth hair with five fingers, like comforting an injured cub.

She has always been like this, empathizing with others' pain more than her own.

Yu Qingtang sighed softly.

In fact, she didn't feel that she was having a hard time, what kind of life, as long as she got used to it, it wouldn't be a big deal. And many years later, God let himself meet her again.

For the first time, she gave birth to the feeling that God seemed to treat her well.

Even if her life ends today, she has nothing to regret.

But Cheng Zhanxi in her arms obviously didn't think so. She cried worse and more violently than during the day, her teeth were clenched, first she couldn't hold back, and then she cried bitterly.

Yu Qingtang's heart became uncomfortable.

She held up Cheng Zhanxi's pear and rainy face in distress, kissed the tears on her face bit by bit, and coaxed sadly, "Don't cry, okay?"

Cheng Zhanxi choked and hummed, wiping away tears with his hands.

Yu Qingtang stopped her hand, took the tissue box from the bedside table, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Cheng Zhanxi sniffed: "Am I ugly?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her seriously, with gentle eyes, and said, "No, it's beautiful."

Cheng Zhanxi was almost drawn to tears by her apparently pitiful eyes, and forcibly said, "You lied to me."

There was a smile in Yu Qingtang's voice: "Why should I lie to you?"

She felt that Cheng Zhanxi at the moment was like a crying rabbit with red eyes, which was particularly lovable.

Cheng Zhanxi: "because...because you want to make me happy."

Yu Qingtang looked at her and said seriously, "I wanted to make you happy, but I didn't lie to you."

For the sake of image or for other reasons, Cheng Zhanxi took her hand and explained, "I'm not like this usually, because it's you, I'm like this."

Yu Qingtang hummed.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Do you believe me?"

Yu Qingtang nodded: "I believe." She assumed in her heart that Cheng Zhanxi cried for others like this, and the whole person felt an indescribable discomfort, anger, jealousy, all kinds of sticking together, just assumptions made her Can not accept!

Cheng Zhanxi leaned on the head of the bed and gradually calmed down.

Recalling that he cried again just now, Cheng Zhanxi felt very calm in his heart. Once she was born and cooked twice, she had done it three times and four times, so she had nothing to be ashamed of in front of Yu Qingtang. In the future, when you go to bed, you will have to be made to cry a few times in reverse, so you should practice in advance.

Cheng Zhanxi also talked about her: primary school, middle school, high school, and studying abroad.

Her experience is much richer than Yu Qingtang's. In elementary school, she was naughty, couldn't sit still in class, moved around, and was often called her parents. Her parents were frequent visitors to the teacher's office, and it happened that her brother was in the same elementary school as her. She is the third grader, and Cheng Yuanxi is the standard image of a noble boy. She wears a small suit, bow tie, and sometimes a tuxedo. When the Cheng family's parents were not free, Cheng Yuanxi, a senior in elementary school, went to the teacher's office to pick up his sister, apologized to the teacher in a serious manner, and said that he would definitely educate his sister. Xiao Cheng Zhanxi lowered his head, as if I was wrong. Sincere look.

In fact, since Cheng Yuanxi entered the door, the two secretly exchanged glances in tacit understanding.

——Look at my brother, it is guaranteed that there will be no problem.

- Brother, I want to eat ice cream.

The teacher looked at the beautiful brother and sister, no matter how angry he was, he just waved his hand and said to be careful next time, and let him go.

As soon as he left the office, Cheng Yuanxi took out the candy that had been prepared in the pocket of the small suit, peeled off the sugar coating, and put it to her mouth thoughtfully.

Xiao Cheng Zhanxi looked at the candy and shook his head, and said, "I want to eat ice cream."

Cheng Yuanxi said, "Put the mat first, and I'll buy it for you later."

Xiao Cheng Zhanxi blinked and said, "but my mother won't let me eat it."

Cheng Yuanxi's expression flashed hesitation, seeing his sister's pitiful eyes, patted his chest, and said in a tender voice, "Brother let me eat, my brother buys it." He handed the candy forward and said, "Be good, eat first. sugar."

Xiao Cheng Zhanxi just bit the sugar into his mouth.

During that time, Xiao Cheng Zhanxi ate too much ice cream and had diarrhea. Mrs. Cheng cut off her ice cream supply. Who knew that her son secretly fed her sister without telling the adults, and little Cheng Zhanxi began to have diarrhea again, accompanied by a fever, and was admitted to the hospital for intravenous drip, and put Cheng's father and Cheng's hands together. Madam was terrified. Before they could think of this level, Cheng Yuanxi stood in front of his sister's hospital bed and cried, saying that she shouldn't eat ice cream Ling Yunyun for her sister, and she cried so miserably.

Cheng Zhanxi said this and said to Yu Qingtang: "Actually, I don't have any impression at all. My mother told me later. Of course, my brother didn't even admit that he had this embarrassing incident after being beaten to death. But..."

Yu Qingtang imagined the naughty Cheng Zhanxi in her mind along with her story, and when she heard her pause, she turned her head to look at her.

Cheng Zhanxi said: "My dad took a picture with a camera. The boy in a tuxedo and a small suit was crying with his mouth open, his face full of tears. Tsk."

Yu Qingtang laughed: "Your brother also loves you, and you still laugh at him."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Huh? Aren't you laughing too?"

Yu Qingtang touched the upward curvature of the corners of her lips and said, "Okay." Her eyes also curled up, and she said, "It's really funny."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Hahahahahaha."

The corners of Yu Qingtang's lips became higher and higher, and she buried her face in the woman's shoulder, followed by a dull vibration in her chest.

Cheng Zhanxi stroked her back and said, "Why do you laugh out loud?"

Yu Qingtang smiled and said, "No."

Cheng Zhanxi had an idea and reached out to her creaking nest.

Yu Qingtang exclaimed in a low voice, lying on her back on the bed, Cheng Zhanxi's hand chased after him.

Yu Qingtang couldn't take care of her waist, she resisted Cheng Zhanxi's hands shyly, and struggled to endure the laughter that rushed to her throat.

Cheng Zhanxi persevered and scratched her itch.

Yu Qingtang couldn't bear it anymore, panting lowly, begging her to forgive herself: "Don't..." The laughter became more and more unbearable after she said two words, she snorted and buried her face in the pillow, A sullen whimper escaped from his throat.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Those who didn't know thought they were indescribable.

Yu Qingtang was ready to be tortured, but unexpectedly Cheng Zhanxi took back the hand that scratched her itch.

Yu Qingtang felt a little lost.

Cheng Zhanxi suppressed her thoughts, turned Yu Qingtang over and pulled it into her arms, kneaded her fingers, and continued to talk.

After high school, Cheng Zhanxi was no longer the teacher's troublesome child, but she was not a good girl like Yu Qingtang. A bit like Tong Feifei from Class 7, she is cheerful and outgoing, and her grades are acceptable, but she is not as blind as Tong Feifei, and she is very popular among her classmates.

Her growth was as smooth as Yu Qingtang expected, without any setbacks. Painting is also, young and famous, talented, and stars hold the moon.

She has many friends, not all of them are excellent, but in Cheng Zhanxi's eyes, all of them are special.

She has climbed a lot of mountains, swam a lot of rivers, walked a lot of roads, seen a lot of scenery, and measured the world with her heart.

Cheng Zhanxi's voice was like running water, but Yu Qingtang listened carefully to every word.

The moon rose to the middle of the sky, and the silver radiance spread over the earth, coating the bamboo forest in the yard with a bright layer, and the bamboo shadow shook the moonlight.

Yu Qingtang started to fight with her upper and lower eyelids, and shook her head, trying to wake herself up.

Cheng Zhanxi hugged her and slid into the bed, and said, "Go to sleep, I'll talk to you later."

Yu Qingtang tilted her head to her shoulder, and fell asleep without even humming.

Cheng Zhanxi pushed the hair on her face behind her ears, and for a long time, lowered her head and pursed her soft lips.

Her lips were lightly pressed against each other for a few seconds. She slowly backed away, three centimeters away. She couldn't help but stepped forward again, kissed and kissed, and pecked her gently.

Yu Qingtang's eyes were peaceful, and one hand was still clutching the hem of her clothes, and she slept soundly.

Cheng Zhanxi raised his hand and gently rubbed her head, got up and turned off the light.

She lay back on the quilt again, and Yu Qingtang felt the heat radiating from her body and put it on spontaneously. The thin pajamas can't block the clear curves, so Cheng Zhanxi can only gentlemanly avoid the soft spots, take a deep breath, calm himself down, and slowly fall asleep with difficulty.

...

In winter, the biological clock is later than usual, and the alarm clock has already been turned off. When Yu Qingtang woke up, the sun came in through the window and cast a not-so-bright spot on the desk.

Yu Qingtang wanted to use the phone to check the time, but his fingertips felt smooth and soft.

She moved her fingertips slightly and felt it carefully, her ears suddenly became hot, and she groped in the bed to pull down the hem of Cheng Zhanxi's rolled up pajamas, and at the same time turned her head to look at Cheng Zhanxi who was sleeping.

Last night, before she went to bed, she was lying on Cheng Zhanxi's arm, and Cheng Zhanxi was lying flat. Now it was her hand on Cheng Zhanxi's, and Cheng Zhanxi was facing her sideways, with one hand on her waist.

Yu Qingtang couldn't figure out how the two of them became like this, so she simply didn't want to.

She got up to wash up, feeling exceptionally good.

She should have had a beautiful dream last night. Although she didn't remember what she dreamed about, the feeling of opening her eyes the next day made her sure about it.

Cheng Zhanxi slept very deeply this night.

Yu Qingtang went downstairs to eat breakfast and came up again. She was still awake, but the desk and most of the floor in front of the bed were lit up. Yu Qingtang closed the curtains and closed the door, and the room returned to darkness - an environment suitable for sleeping.

Fang Wenjiao took her grandfather for a walk back, saw Yu Qingtang reading in the living room, looked around twice, and asked, "Xiao Cheng is gone?"

Yu Qingtang said, "She is still sleeping."

Fang Wenjiao said, "Is the porridge still hot?"

Yu Qingtang replied: "It's hot, I'll cook a side dish for her later."

Fang Wenjiao responded, "That's good."

Yu Qingtang turned on the TV for the second old man, moved a chair to the yard, and basked in the sun while reading.

She looked up at the room on the second floor, the curtains were closed, and she raised her lips and smiled.

Cheng Zhanxi closed her eyes and touched her hand beside her, only to feel an unfamiliar coldness, the smile on the corner of her mouth faded, but she was still smiling and opened her eyes.

Check the time first, it's half past ten in the morning.

It was so late, Yu Qingtang should have woken up first.

Cheng Zhanxi got up and went to the ground, opened the curtains first, and the bright sunlight stretched out all the way, illuminating the whole room. Cheng Zhanxi stood still, and touched his lips with his fingertips, reminiscing about something, and there was a little bit of joy that couldn't be hidden from the corners of his eyes and brows, along with a bit of shyness.

Cheng Zhanxi hurried a few steps to the door, opened the door, and walked out.

When she reached the stairway downstairs, she suddenly lowered her head, saw the pajamas on her body, touched her face that had not yet been groomed, and bit her lip angrily and went back to the room.

Fang Wenjiao heard the footsteps above and glanced in the direction of the stairs, but no one came down.

Cheng Zhanxi brushed his teeth and washed his face carefully, put on his clothes, khaki coat, white pencil pants, went down the stairs, and said hello to the second old man in the living room: "Good afternoon, grandpa and grandma."

The two elders smiled.

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Where's Yu Qingtang?"

Fang Wenjiao said: "Silently outside."

Cheng Zhanxi's expression flashed a little unnatural, and he quickly returned to normal, saying, "I'll go find her."

If Cheng Zhanxi knew that she was silent before he fell in love with Yu Qingtang, maybe the two of them really became sisters. Now that she has fallen in love with her, no matter whether she is silent or silent, she cannot shake her determination. As for the awkwardness in my heart, it's good to not be upset for a while.

Besides, the two of them last night...

Cheng Zhanxi cleared his throat uncomfortably, stretched the hem of his coat, and walked out the door.

She lifted the curtain, and Yu Qingtang just appeared in front of her with a book in her hand.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes lit up.

Does this count as a consonance?

Yu Qingtang said, "I saw the curtains upstairs open."

Cheng Zhanxi's heart shattered, but it did not prevent the corners of her mouth from rising, and the peach blossom eyes were full of light: "Good noon."

Yu Qingtang said calmly: "Good noon." After a while, she asked, "Do you want to eat lunch directly, or drink some porridge first."

Cheng Zhanxi was full of her, so she didn't even bother to drink porridge, and said, "Have lunch."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward and hugged Yu Qingtang.

It's not the usual hug method, but hugging her by the waist, making her feet off the ground, making her more intimate and making her heart beat faster.

The two of them were still at the entrance, Yu Qingtang panicked, put his hands on her shoulders, and whispered, "Let me down!"

Cheng Zhanxi was just in trouble for a while, and when she regained her senses, she felt inappropriate and let her go.

Yu Qingtang tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ears, shocked and angry, hiding a trace of undetectable shame, and said, "You—"

"I was wrong." Cheng Zhanxi admitted his mistake with a good attitude.

The movement of the porch alarmed the old man in the living room. It was not clear to see the screen partition. Fang Wenjiao said in the living room, "Silent?"

Yu Qingtang glared at Cheng Zhanxi lightly, her breath was unsteady, and she said, "It's okay."

Cheng Zhanxi continued, "The two of us are playing around."

Yu Qingtang took Cheng Zhanxi's hand and went out, closing the door by the way.

Walking into the yard, just as Yu Qingtang turned around, Cheng Zhanxi couldn't wait to hug her.

Yu Qingtang had no choice but to swallow her words, the hand holding the book fell to her side, the other hand wrapped around her waist, and looked in the direction of the window.

Wan Fang Wenjiao came to the window again.

Cheng Zhanxi seemed to be more clingy than last night, feeling the familiar warm breath in his ears, Yu Qingtang tilted her head, let herself get away from the other's embrace, and looked at her calmly.

Cheng Zhanxi gradually realized something and looked slightly stunned.

Yu Qingtang looked at her suspiciously.

Cheng Zhanxi remained calm and asked, "Mr. Yu, did you sleep well last night?"

Yu Qingtang didn't look different and said, "It's good."

"Have you woken up in the middle?"

"no."

Cheng Zhanxi froze slightly, rubbed his temples, and said in a normal tone, "I fell asleep very late, half-dream and half-awake, that's why I slept until now."

Yu Qingtang asked with concern, "Have you lost sleep?"

Cheng Zhanxi looked into her eyes and said, "a little bit."

"Would you like to sleep a little longer? I'll call you after I have finished cooking."

"No, I want to walk outside the yard and wake up and take a nap."

"Want me to accompany you?"

"I'm fine by myself." Cheng Zhanxi politely declined.

Yu Qingtang looked slightly startled, watching her put her hands into her coat pockets and leave the courtyard.

Cheng Zhanxi walked ten meters away from Yu Qingtang's house, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yu Jianxing, typing quickly with his fingertips on the keyboard.

Cheng Zhanxi: [! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Yu Jianxing replied in seconds: [Come, come, come]

Cheng Zhanxi: [Good news: I kissed Yu Qingtang]

Yu Jianxing: [[Fireworks][Firecrackers][Red Carpet][Auditorium][Marriage March]]

Cheng Zhanxi: [Bad news: she forgot]

Yu Jianxing: [? ? ? 】

Yu Jianxing called over, full of schadenfreude: "What's the matter, Xixi?"

Cheng Zhanxi gritted his teeth: "...do you dare to restrain your laughter?"

Yu Jianxing: "Hahahahahaha."

After she finished speaking, she said sternly, "What's going on? My sisters, please refer to it for you."

Speaking of last night, Cheng Zhanxi was in his arms with Wenxiang Nephrite, and he slept unsettled all the time, waking up almost every half an hour.

She woke up, looked at the sleeping sweetheart in her arms, and couldn't help lowering her head to peck her lips lightly.

Yu Jianxing nibbled melon seeds: "How many times do you steal incense in one night, okay?"

Cheng Zhanxi ignored her joking and continued on.

I don't know which time Cheng Zhanxi woke up, the moonlight in the room was still bright, and it was still late at night. She dazedly approached Yu Qingtang, her eyelashes fluttered like crow feathers, and slowly opened her eyes.

By the bright moonlight, the two looked at each other.

Cheng Zhanxi was already drowsy, and it was better to be awake during the day. He couldn't move his eyes away from her lips. She gently put it on, pecked back and looked at her as before.

Yu Qingtang's eyes were black, and her clear eyes immediately became blurred with this shallow kiss.

She seemed to be thinking about something, but she couldn't think clearly, her eyes instinctively moved down and landed on her lips.

Yu Qingtang began to swallow.

Then she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed her back.

Yu Jianxing was listening with relish, but Cheng Zhanxi suddenly stopped talking.

Yu Jianxing: "What about the following?"

Cheng Zhanxi said in surprise, "How could I possibly tell you such details?"

Yu Jianxing swallowed a mouthful of blood back into his throat and asked, "Is it a tongue kiss?"

Cheng Zhanxi raised his lips: "Of course." After a pause, she said, "Very intense."

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Focus: very intense ╰(*°▽°*)╯