From Body to Love

When he pressed the answer button, Meng Fu felt that even his fingertips hurt.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

I seem to hear repressed breathing.

Hang down his hand, the mobile phone lies in the palm of his hand, and his eyes are fixed looking out of the window. He didn't know the purpose of Guze's call, nor why Guze didn't say a word.

Later, I thought again. Probably, Guze gave him his mobile phone to keep an eye on him at any time.

After a long time, the cell phone hung up without sound. Meng Fu looked out of the window from beginning to end.

Night, deeper than black eyes, Gu Ze lay beside him, hugged him in his arms and pecked his back, "Meng Fu, why don't you speak?"

"What am I going to say?"

"Say..." say you like me, Meng Fu, say you like me, so shout in my heart, but it turns into a faint sentence, "whatever you say."

"I have nothing to say."

Guze, I will obey what you say if you want to hear. Besides, I have nothing to say.

Suddenly, Guze bit his shoulder in anger.

Meng Fu frowned with pain and struggled a little, but there was no more action.

"Meng Fu, don't think about Xie Zhenzhen." He said in a threatening tone.

"OK."

"Meng Fu, completely forgot Xie Zhenzhen."

"... OK."

Guze, you know I can't forget Xie Zhenzhen. You won't let me lie and let me completely forget. Guze, if I were a puppet without emotion.

"Meng Fu." He tightened his arms a little more, pressed Meng Fu's back tightly on his chest, and stroked Meng Fu's back and forth around the front.

Meng Fu gave a dull hum, his eyes full of surprise, and hurriedly stretched out his hand from the quilt to break Guze's hand.

"... Mr. Gu..."

With some desire.

"Say what you want to say."

He is forcing Meng Fu to speak in a different way. Just say something and let him hear his voice. Not a dead "good" word.

"... no... Mr. Gu... Come on..."

Gu Ze has a little smile, Meng Fu. In fact, you can say something else, can't you? You can make such a beautiful sound.

It fascinates me so much.

His lips were printed on Meng Fu's white back.

"... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he couldn't break Gu Ze's hand, but his body reacted horribly. He panicked and hurriedly admitted his mistake.

"Meng Fu, don't say sorry."

I'm tired of these three words.

"... Mr. Gu... If you want to do it, just do it. I don't need that. "

In Guze's hands, it disgusted him and terrified him.

But after all, it leaked out on Guze's hand, and his pale face was stained with a blush. He knew that he had soiled Guze's hand. After he gasped heavily, he tried to calm himself down, stretched out his hand, hooked his hand, took the paper towel on the table to wipe his white burning on Guze's hand.

"Sorry." He said it again.

Gu Ze quietly looked at his actions and stared at Meng Fu with burning eyes, as if to burn his skin.

"Mr. Gu." He thought for a while and sorted out his words in his heart, "it won't hurt me, so I'd better do it directly, I'll hurt some."

"You hate it?"

"No, I don't hate it."

He lied. He hated it. He really hated it. But he was smart. The more he hated, the more Guze wanted to do it. So, just say he didn't hate it.

Gu Ze smiled, a rare, long lost smile wrapped in a warm smile. He suddenly pressed Meng Fu under his body, stretched out his tongue and licked his soft and moist earlobe, "Meng Fu, you say you don't hate it, I'm surprised."

I'm happy too.

Something is suddenly different from cognition. There are faults on the ground. One side is broken and the other side is intact. Meng Fu doesn't understand more and more.

A thick fog hung over his eyes.

Guze, is this... Happy?

He still woke up on time at six in the morning. To get up, he was hooked back by Guze.

Guze's hand went into his clothes, caressed his skin carefully, and bound him in his arms. The cold and thin lips wound up away from his neck, followed by the lips, and the tongue extended into his mouth, stirring with skill.

He curled his toes.

By the ancient Ze, the eyes are empty.

After retreating, Gu Ze poked away his bangs and traced his delicate eyebrows with his finger abdomen. "Your hair is long. Let's go out for a haircut today."

Guze said go out and say haircut.

His eyes moved and opened his lips, "No. I can cut it myself with scissors. "

Gu Ze read something from his eyes. He put his lips on Meng Fu's eyebrows and said softly, "no one cares about your news now."

For more than two months, a lot of fresh news has covered the news about Meng Fu.

"No. I'm not going out. "

I don't care about the news, but I don't want to go out with Guze.

Guze put his hand in his soft hair. "Go out for a haircut today, and you can go out in the future."

Meng Fu stared at Gu Ze in surprise.

"But you can't go to Xie Zhenzhen. You have to come back here every day. " Added another sentence with uneasiness.

"OK."

He answered, but he was thinking that he could go out, what job to find, whether he could rent a cheap house and have a home.

It brought him back to life.

The extinguished hope burned again.

Guze will compromise like this. Will Guze forgive him one day? In an instant, more hopes emerged. This hope made him involuntarily recall the corners of his mouth.

Gu Ze was crazy. He lowered his head and didn't want to talk to his lips. He felt that it was not enough for him to talk unilaterally, so he put a gentle command in Meng Fu's ear, "Meng Fu, respond to my mouth."

Meng Fu hesitated for two seconds and did it. He was astringent and forced to respond to Gu Ze's mouth.

Guze pulled his hands around his neck, and he put his obedient arms around Guze's neck.

The neck is staggered, like a close lover.

They went to a high-end barber's shop. When the barber cut Meng Fu's hair, Guze sat playing with his mobile phone. In fact, where is the real mobile phone? I can't help looking at the person, staring at the person's side face, and my heart beats involuntarily.

Guze never thought he would be so excited about a person.

A waiter brought two cups of coffee. One was given to Guze and the other was left to Meng Fu on the table. He couldn't help looking at Meng Fu more and sincerely praised him, "he looks really handsome, like a movie star."

As soon as he finished, he felt a cold shiver behind him. He saw Gu Ze staring fiercely, and dared not speak any more.

His hair was finally cut. Meng Fu looked at himself in the mirror and was a little strange.

The barber said, "Mr. Meng's face is beautiful and his facial features are exquisite. He can control any hairstyle. Like Mr. Meng, I really can't detect my level. "

Guze also stood up. "It suits him very well."

The extra messy hair was cut off, which set off Meng Fu's face more delicately.

Like a movie star, it's true.

When preparing to leave, Meng Fu gently asked, "Mr. Gu, does this need a lot of money?" An ordinary barber shop can't compare with here.

"You don't need to care."

"I'll give it back to Mr. Gu."

Gu Ze stopped suddenly, "Meng Fu, return it slowly. It's still a long time. " So, don't rush to pay off, don't rush to get rid of the relationship.