Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 75
“Not sleepy.” Song Yang blurted out, turned his head to meet Li Xun’s eyes, thought for a moment, and changed his words, “I’m a little sleepy now.”
“Then go back to sleep.” Li Xun grabbed the coat on the stool and put it on Song Yang, but Song Yang frowned and brushed it away.
“I feel hot!”
The clothes fell to the ground, and a house key fell out. Li Xun bent down to pick it up, put it in his pocket, patted the clothes, and wrapped him up again: “It’s cold outside, put it on first, and raise your hands a little.”
Song Yang didn’t move, his shoulders sank, and he mumbled, “I’m thirsty, I want to drink water.”
Li Xun looked around and saw nothing but drinks and alcohol.
“I’ll go back to the house and boil it for you. It will be ready soon. Put your hands up. Come on, be good.”
His voice was soft and pleasant to the ear. Song Yang could not resist his gentleness, so he lowered his head and leaned it against his shoulder, letting him do whatever he wanted.
But even so, it was still quite troublesome to dress a drunk person. Song Yang’s waist and armpits were particularly sensitive when they were touched, and he curled up and giggled: “It’s so itchy.”
At this time, Zhang Qiao put down his wine glass and walked over, rolling up his sleeves: “I’ll carry it back.”
“Let me do it.” Li Xun said calmly, “He vomits when he drinks too much and acts crazy. You can’t handle him.”
Song Yang was not convinced and puffed up his face: “Who is drunk? I have never been drunk in my life!”
Li Xun pointed at him and said to Zhang Qiao, “Look, it’s starting now. I might vomit all over you in a little while. It happened last time. I was covered in vomit all over.”
“Ah…” Zhang Qiao’s expression became complicated, half of it sympathized with Li Xun, and the other half was disgusted with Song Yang, “I really can’t tell.”
Li Xun said: “There are many things you can’t see.”
Song Yang really believed it, and asked with a little regret: “When did I get you all dirty?”
Li Xun asked sincerely, “When have you never gotten me all over?”
Song Yang drank too much and his reaction speed slowed down. After a few seconds of silence, he finally understood what he meant. He avoided his eyes and buried his face in his shoulder: “Hurry up, I want to drink some water.”
Li Xun was so moved by him that he took out a key and handed it to Zhang Qiao: “Let’s sleep in another room tonight. I’ll take care of him.”
Everyone in the team knew that Li Xun and Song Yang lived in the same neighborhood and were close friends. Zhang Qiao didn’t think too much about it and said “Oh” and took the key: “Can you do it alone? Do you need help?”
“Need not.”
Li Xun forced Song Yang to put on his coat, grabbed his wrist, put it around his neck, and put it on his shoulder, with his other hand around his waist: “Can you walk by yourself? Or do you want me to carry you?”
Song Yang’s head was dizzy and his body was soft, like a kitten looking for food. He rubbed against his ear and whispered, “I have to carry you on my back.”
This was one of the few times that Song Yang acted like a spoiled child. Her hot and moist breath rushed into Li Xun’s ears, like a raging fire, burning his mouth dry in front of everyone.
Li Xun tilted his head slightly, his eyes sweeping from his eyelashes to his lower lip. Song Yang’s lips were bright red and looked a little softer than usual because he had eaten too much spicy food just now.
Not to mention that they are in a relationship now, even if they have nothing to do with each other, he can’t stand such teasing.
“Then climb up by yourself.” Li Xun said, bending down slightly and supporting his knees, “Is it okay?”
Song Yang knew how to obey orders. He climbed onto his shoulders and jumped lightly, then slid down again. Li Xun grabbed his thigh and lifted him up a little.
The warm cheek pressed against the side of his neck, and the hair accidentally brushed across his earlobe, tickling him all over. Li Xun’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he clenched his hands tighter.
The base was very large, more than half a kilometer from the cafeteria to the dormitory. Li Xun carried him on his back and walked slowly.
Song Yang raised his heavy head and saw the stars on the mountain. They changed from small circles of light to large circles of light and blurred in the night.
There was the sound of the wind whirring in his ears, and Li Xun’s rising and falling breathing. Song Yang lay on his shoulders and hooked his legs around his waist: “Am I heavy?”
Li Xun said: “It’s not heavy.”
Song Yang asked again: “Have you ever carried anyone else on your back?”
Li Xun smiled and said, “What you want to ask is whether I have ever carried other girls on my back, right?”
“Well, have you memorized it?”
“No, do you think anyone can crawl on me?”
Song Yang buried his head in his shoulder and smiled: “Don’t make dirty jokes all the time. It doesn’t fit your personality.”
Li Xun: “So what do you think I should be?”
Song Yang: “When I met you for the second time in the Archery Hall, I felt that you were very serious and I didn’t dare to talk to you casually.”
“Really?” Li Xun said, “Then why do I remember you talking a lot that day?”
Song Yang recalled that day and shook his calves: “I was so excited that day. I had a lot to say to you, but I was afraid of offending you.”
Li Xun raised his eyebrows in high spirits: “Why? You wanted to confess to me at that time?”
Song Yang laughed: “That’s not the case. I just wanted to see you and know if you are doing well.”
Li Xun asked: “Then how did you fall in love with me?”
How did you fall in love with it?
Song Yang looked up at the endless starry sky and found that he could not find the answer. When he realized that he had fallen in love with Li Xun, it was already irretrievable. But if he had to recall the most unforgettable moment in his life, it would be the first time he saw Li Xun.
“Our meeting is a low-probability event that science cannot fully explain. It requires a cosmic explosion, the formation of matter by molecules, ions, and atoms; it requires meteorite impacts and volcanic eruptions; it requires evolution from apes and inheritance from generation to generation. We meet again and again with a probability of one in hundreds of millions, and this probability has long surpassed my understanding of the world, so I can’t explain why I fell in love with you at first sight.”
Li Xun suddenly remembered a sentence he had read before, “Only people in love would think that their meeting is not accidental.” Before he met Song Yang, he also thought so, so he sneered at love, but now after hearing this, he felt it was romantic again.
He still prefers to believe that Song Yang is the miracle in his life.
Back in the dormitory, Li Xun took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, and patted Song Yang’s butt.
“Come down, I’ll boil some hot water for you.”
Song Yang wrapped his arms tightly around his neck and laughed, “I’m a koala, and I’ll sleep on you at night.”
Li Xun narrowed his eyes with a smile, and faint lines appeared at the corners of his eyes and lips: “You said it yourself.”
Song Yang nodded vigorously: “Yes!”
Li Xun loosened his hands, walked with his back straight, and carried the kettle on the bedside table to the bathroom to get water.
The koala hanging on him lost its support, and its two legs, which were originally entangled around Li Xun’s lower abdomen, slid down little by little.
Song Yang bit his back teeth and tried to climb up, but gradually, his forearms lost their strength: “Master, please help me, I’m about to fall down.”
The mirror reflected Li Xun’s upturned lips, and his shoulders were shaking with laughter: “Aren’t you a koala? Can’t you climb up by yourself?”
Song Yang’s head gradually sank and disappeared in the mirror. Li Xun grabbed his thigh with his backhand and placed him on the low sink table.
Li Xun turned around to get the water. Song Yang felt a little sleepy, so he tilted his head, closed his eyes, and leaned against his chest.
Li Xun has a pleasant fragrance, a blend of crisp citrus and the scent of agarwood, with layers of depth. It was very strong in the early morning, but now only a faint aftertaste remains, but it is the most alluring, just like adolescent hormones.
Song Yang grabbed his clothes as if he was addicted to drugs, buried his whole face in them, rubbing from his chest to his waist and abdomen, and then back to his neck.
The sound of flowing water suddenly stopped. Song Yang’s chin was pinched and lifted up. Before he could open his eyes to see clearly, Li Xun kissed his lips hard. His breathing stagnated and he immediately hugged Li Xun’s back.
Their lips and tongues touched and rubbed against each other, but it was less gentle than before. Song Yang’s response was equally fierce, and every breath he took was extra forceful.
His legs were spread apart by the body pressed against him, and Li Xun’s hands reached into his clothes, moved along his back, and touched the protruding shoulder blades.
Song Yang’s hands, which had just been blown all the way outside, felt the coolness left by the north wind. He shivered all over and unconsciously pressed against Li Xun’s chest.
The clothes were pushed up, revealing half of a narrow waist in the mirror, with a soft curve and an invisible dimple. Li Xun took one look and felt a fire burning the wall built by reason, and desire rushed in like a surging wave.
He closed his eyes, pressed the person against the mirror, and kissed him more fiercely, making Song Yang feel suffocated due to lack of oxygen.
Song Yang’s back pressed against the switch, and the bathroom light went out. He and Li Xun looked at each other in the darkness and deepened the kiss.
After a while, the door was opened from the outside with a clear sound, and their lips had to part and their breathing slowed down.
Zhang Qiao muttered, “Where are the people?”
Li Xun frowned unhappily: “Didn’t you say we should change rooms?”
“Then I have to find a set of clothes to change into?” Zhang Qiao stood in front of the closet, rummaging through the closet and asked, “Where’s Song Yangren?”
“He’s here.” Li Xun glanced at the crack in the door, slid one of his long legs over, and put his toes against the door: “He’s ready to take a bath and go to bed. I’ll help him adjust the water temperature.”
There was still the sound of rummaging outside the door. Zhang Qiao might come in at any time. Song Yang moved down from the table, slid his fingers across Li Xun’s back, and looked at him ambiguously: “Then I’ll take a shower first.”
“Yeah.” Li Xun kissed his lips gently.
Song Yang turned on the light, glanced down, raised his eyebrows and smiled: “Go and boil some water for me.”
Li Xun took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in an almost inaudible voice, “I’ll take care of you later.”
Seeing that he really picked up the kettle and walked out calmly, Song Yang was impressed.
Song Yang adjusted the water temperature and took off his clothes. He heard the footsteps of two people leaving the room together. He frowned and called out uncertainly, “Master?”
No one answered.
Really went out?
He called out again, but still no one answered.
Song Yang stood in the glass room, hot water pouring down from head to toe. When he closed his eyes, all he saw were obscene scenes. He hesitated for a while, then turned off the shower, put on a bathrobe, and tied a belt.
As soon as he walked to the entrance, the door was opened from outside and Li Xun was startled.
“You finished washing so quickly?”
Song Yang looked outside curiously. Not many people were around. He asked, “Where have you been?”
“I’m not going anywhere, just getting some fresh air.” Li Xun locked the door with his backhand, grabbed the thin belt, pulled the person in front of him, and hugged him tightly, “You can’t bear it for just a moment?”
Song Yang leaned against his tight abdomen, staring at him intently, reaching his hands into Li Xun’s pockets and touching a small square box, with a small bottle on the other side.
The smile on Li Xun’s mouth gradually spread.
Song Yang had also bought that small square box. He knew its size and thickness just by touching it. He took out what he touched with his other hand.
That is the small travel-size shampoo bottle, which is filled with clear liquid.
“Do you know what this is?” Li Xun asked.
Song Yang laughed immediately.
If Li Xun hadn’t asked, he would have thought it was the shampoo he brought, but once he asked, the answer became clear.
He stuffed the things back into Li Xun’s pocket, took out his belt and hung it around his neck: “I’m going to continue taking a shower.”
Li Xun stared at his open collar and urged him uncontrollably, “Wash faster.”
“Okay…” Song Yang flashed into the bathroom, “I’ll try my best.”
Li Xun lowered his head and his eyes fell on the belt left by Song Yang. He raised his hand, put it to his nose and smelled it, with a refreshing scent of shower gel.
He heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. He finally calmed down, put the kettle on the desk and plugged it in.
The light from the bathroom poured out and flowed onto Li Xun’s back.
Song Yang popped his head out from behind the door and asked tentatively, “Do you want to join me?”
Li Xun said nothing, strode in, and threw his coat on the ground.
Under the warm yellow light, the strong bodies faced each other, fitting tightly together, forming a strong difference in skin color, and their lips and tongues intertwined in the moist mist.
Li Xun was soaking wet. He pushed the person to the corner of the shower room and kissed her hard, wishing he could bite her into pieces and swallow her.
Song Yang was kissed by him until his body turned red, and the sound that came out of his throat was more seductive than usual. The heat rose in the room, and Li Xun’s hands were lighting fires everywhere. He had no choice but to push open the glass door and gasp with his neck tilted back.
“You’d better let me wash myself… I’m almost dying of heat.”
At this time, Li Xun didn’t listen to him at all. He squeezed some shower gel and rubbed it on the two of them. After rinsing them hastily, he picked up Song Yang and threw him back on the bed.
The solid wood bed board could not withstand such ravages and made a slight sound. The moisture on Song Yang’s body was quickly absorbed by the bedding, leaving only the roots of his hair still dripping with water.
Li Xun leaned over, held the man in his arms and kissed him. Song Yang, who was able to catch his breath, responded to him with all his strength, hugging him, his breath filled with alcohol lingering in the air.
Song Yang liked his soft lips and tongue, and also liked biting his fragile throat. His incisors rubbed the cartilage through the thin skin. He gently bit his Adam’s apple, hooked it with the soft tip of his tongue, and felt the cartilage sliding up and down in his mouth.
He loved this kind of interaction and was greedy for every inch of Li Xun’s skin. He longed to be touched by those calloused hands and didn’t even mind being bitten.
The lights in the dormitory were on, and Li Xun watched the changes on his face without blinking. He saw his brows go from relaxed to tightened, and his red lips go from tightly pursed to slightly open. Song Yang was like a dying fish, gasping for breath, and his limp body was sweating profusely.
Li Xun was a little worried. He tried hard to suppress his desire that was approaching his limit. He said with an unstable breath, “Does it hurt? If it hurts, we won’t do it.”
Song Yang slightly opened his eyes, and his dark pupils reflected a strong, sweaty body. He shook his head, grabbed Li Xun’s hand and said, “It’s okay, I don’t feel any pain.”
Li Xun’s temples jumped. He bent down, sucked his earlobe and asked, “Really?”
“It really doesn’t hurt…” Song Yang opened his eyes wide at the sudden pain, his toes curled up in pain, and he bit his wet and hot lips.
The image of 19-year-old Li Xun flashed before his eyes, full of vigor and masculinity. That was the first time he realized that men in this world are different, so he has been chasing after Li Xun for more than ten years.
Stumbling, but never stopping.
He murmured intoxicatedly: “I like you like this.”
This is the most intimate contact between people, with pain and pleasure coexisting, making people crazy.
The room was filled with ambiguous licking sounds and panting. Song Yang’s limbs, lips and tongue were all hooked on Li Xun, like a demon in a story, easily seducing away a man’s light soul.
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