This was the most embarrassing thing Shen Jingmo had ever encountered in his life.
His thumb had already touched Xiao Yan’s lips, which had deep lines and were a little harder than his own, but it was very difficult to kiss him.
Xiao Yan remained silent, simply waiting for him to make a move. Shen Jingmo bit his lip and slowly pressed against him. With Xiao Yan’s usual personality, he would have overwhelmed Shen Jingmo a long time ago, but now, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of Shen Jingmo taking the initiative.
Finally, those thin and timid lips cautiously approached.
The moment the four lips touched each other, it was like a thousand fireworks suddenly set off in the night sky, making people retreat in panic. Of course, how could such a light touch satisfy Xiao Yan? He said unhappily, “Since you’ve already kissed me, you might as well lick me or something. Why just stay there?”
“Who, who taught you to say such shameless words…” Shen Jingmo felt like a roasted shrimp, unable to escape from the grill.
Xiao Yan chuckled, “You are my only teacher, who do you think taught me?”
Shen Jingmo wanted to faint immediately and never wake up again. So he lowered his head and refused to raise it.
“Forget it, I can’t stand it anymore.” Xiao Yan said in a suppressed tone.
Shen Jingmo immediately had a bad feeling, and the next moment, a kiss that was more like a violent storm than his light touch came upon him.
Xiao Yan kissed him too passionately, and Shen Jingmo felt the tip of his tongue was a little painful, with discomfort and tenderness alternating indirectly.
The last time they kissed, Xiao Yan was still angry, so he seemed much gentler this time. However, Shen Jingmo subconsciously dodged, so Xiao Yan held the back of his head and pressed him closer.
“Umm… it hurts…” Xiao Yan kissed Shen Jingmo endlessly until Shen Jingmo was about to faint from holding his breath. Then he picked up Shen Jingmo and carried him to the bed.
Shen Jingmo’s face flushed. He heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the sound of buttons popping open one by one as the person opposite him took off his clothes.
It’s not that he didn’t know what Xiao Yan wanted to do, but he still held onto the hope that Xiao Yan might just kiss him and hold him to sleep. However, in fact, he still couldn’t escape.
When helping Shen Jingmo take off his shirt, Xiao Yan saw his eyes slightly watery and his body shrinking, so he gently comforted him: “Don’t worry, Teacher, I won’t go too far.”
It’s as if a musician holds his cherished harmonica to his lips, just a breath away from releasing a beautiful melody, and in that moment, no true lover of music would stop.
He would use up all his passion and emotions, turn his deep love into every note, and perform seriously and wholeheartedly.
There was no audience, nor did he need one. This was his solo time.
Just as Xiao Yan’s hand moved down Shen Jingmo’s waist, Shen Jingmo grabbed his hand.
“Wait, wait a minute!”
“What?”
“…Turn off the lights.” Xiao Yan glanced at his blood-red earlobe and bit it lightly: “Do you still need the lights to be turned off?”
Shen Jingmo muttered, “But you… you can see ah.”
Even in blindness, he could still vividly sense the searing intensity of Xiao Yan’s gaze trailing over his body.
Or, because he couldn’t see, the feeling was even more vivid.
Xiao Yan smiled, then reached for the bedside lamp, and after hearing a click, did Shen Jingmo was relieved. However, Xiao Yan only knocked on the lampshade and did not turn off the light at all.
With such a good opportunity, he would not let himself spend it in the dark. Xiao Yan touched his hair, patted the back of his head gently, and suddenly sighed.
It wasn’t a sigh of depression or sadness, but the kind that came from relief.
When he was framed, imprisoned, and accused, Shen Jingmo protected him. He was also patting the back of his head with his hand gently to comfort him.
At his rebellious age, it was a rare gift for him to have such a person. As the old saying goes, if you lose something in one place, you gain something in another. If he can get someone like Shen Jingmo, even if he loses everything else, it will be insignificant.
The sudden tenderness is easy to remember for a lifetime.
Shen Jingmo felt that his rationality was almost worn out, and he shouted awkwardly, “Don’t, don’t do this anymore.”
“But I haven’t had enough fun yet.” Xiao Yan was very obedient and did not continue. Instead, he smiled and said, “Are you scared?”
Shen Jingmo was speechless. He kept asking himself why he didn’t teach Xiao Yan well in the beginning and let him become such a hooligan.
At this passionate moment, Xiao Yan still wanted to take it slow, it looked like he was getting a sophisticated pistol.
All of a sudden, he recalled the feeling of holding a gun for the first time, nervous yet exhilarated. The gun had felt equally alive in his palm, the bullet loaded, the safety about to disengage, the trigger taut and ready. Even without a target, the act of firing still held its own purpose.
Shen Jingmo was so scared that he wanted to stand up straight: “Can, can we do it… another, another day?”
“No.”
“I’m not ready…”
“I won’t hurt you too much.”
The other party turned a deaf ear, leaving Shen Jingmo somewhat at a loss. In truth, it wasn’t Xiao Yan’s fault, he genuinely couldn’t hear Shen Jingmo’s pleas. The realization of his long-cherished wish had consumed him completely, making him forget everything else. He just wanted to indulge in it, he wouldn’t even feel sad if he died because of it.
It’s fine like this, yes, it’s fine like this.
It was as if he heard the sound of a harmonica in his ears. Shen Jingmo knew it was an auditory hallucination. But the sound was really loud and clear, and the tune was very obvious.
It is “Farewell”.
Outside the long pavilion, along the age-old road, the green grass stretches endlessly. The evening breeze stirs the willows, the sound drifts into silence, and the setting sun sinks behind the mountains.
He felt as if his soul had left his body and floated beyond the distant mountains and the thick smoke. The setting sun was as red as blood, falling on the weeping willows beside the hexagonal red pavilion.
Even if his eyes could not see, his heart might have painted such a scene, beautiful and stirring, yet surely not the reality before him.
By the way, the last line of the lyrics is very appropriate.
A pot of wine to end the remaining joy, don’t dream of the cold tonight.
Shen Jingmo felt that he and Xiao Yan were like a watercress salad, he had once seen missionaries prepare it, with firm bananas and crisp apples tossed together, mixed and mingled blended together.
It seemed odd, yet strangely fitting. The fruits were blended until they became indistinguishable, each tender piece pressed closely together in an intimate embrace.
Finally, after pouring the sauce on it, and the dish will be ready.
Some people say that after every satisfying intimate relationship, there comes a sense of emptiness, loneliness, and sage time. Xiao Yan just wanted to say, f*ck it, there are only four words in his mind—do it again.
“Teacher, you know what? Your body… every inch of it is beautiful.”
Even with scars and pinholes, he was still beautiful in his eyes.
“Didn’t you, you turn off the lights…”
“Just think of it as I’ve turned it off.” He wiped the sweat off Shen Jingmo’s forehead: “Teacher, let’s go to Shanghai together.” This time it wasn’t with others, but with him.
This time there is no pain, only deep love.
