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"Ming Yan, it's time for dinner."
Si Mingyan sat on the edge of the island in the middle of the lake, looking at the frozen lake with ecstasy.
He Xilou walked up behind him and patted the thin layer of snow on his shoulder: "It's so cold, why don't you go back to the house?"
The young man raised his head, with a small crystal snowflake on his eyelashes, and smiled brightly: "Brother, I like snow days."
It seems that a long, long time ago, it was also such a snowy day, and also in such a lake, he once and an extremely important person, Yan Yan drank wine and enjoyed the snow with a smile, and the dark plums were in full bloom.
He Xilou looked down at him, his eyes were as gentle as water: "Go back to the house and eat, don't starve."
Siming Yan took his hand and stood up easily: "Brother, let's go."
He Xilou smiled: "Okay."
It's been ten years. Hearing the phrase "brother" now, even his eyelashes stopped trembling.
The two held hands and went back to the cabin by the island in the middle of the lake.
The room is warm with a stove lit, and there are two dishes and one soup on the small table by the window. Stir-fried asparagus, stewed snow lotus in sugar, stewed fish fillet in stewed soup, the dishes are light and simple, but they can be considered exquisite.
Simingyan picked up the bowl, picked up a chopsticks of snow-white fish, and frowned: "Brother, don't go fishing in such a cold day. Although you are a monk, you are not in good health. I'm afraid you will be hurt." It¡¯s cold, it¡¯s not good to raise.¡±
He looked at He Xilou seriously, his delicate face was a little more sharp than it was ten years ago.
The young man was too young when he received the inheritance of the secret realm. While staying young forever, he still retains some of the slender figure of a teenager. Ten years ago, he lost his cultivation, but grew a little taller, and now he is half a head taller than He Xilou, and his face, which was so beautiful and almost feminine, has some sharp edges and corners.
He looked at He Xilou who was stunned, and smiled slightly: "What are you thinking?"
He Xilou came back to his senses, and lowered his eyes to hold a piece of fish meat to the other party: "It's nothing. Since you like to eat this whitebait, I'm finethe fish bones have been processed."
Siming Yan nodded: "Brother, you eat too."
After dinner, the sky gradually became gloomy, and the north wind blew up.
He Xilou was worried that Simingyan would catch cold, so he got up and half closed the window. Someone behind him suddenly hugged him, and bursts of hot breath sprayed on the back of his neck.
The young man's teeth slowly grinded against the small piece of sensitive skin on the back of his neck, like a wild beast treating a prey that could not resist He Xilou could not help but tremble slightly.
Siming Yan chuckled, and pressed him against the window sill slowly and without refusal.
After so many years, He Xilou has long been used to this kind of thing, he tightened his fingers on the window sill, and let out a low gasp.
The young man covered his mouth, and said softly, "Shh, be quietbe good." This is Siming Yan's habit, and he doesn't like the other party making any noises in bed.
After being pressed against the cold window lattice for a long time, the young man carried him to the couch and tortured him with many unspeakable tricks, and He Xilou endured it without saying a word. Siming Yan knew very well that this person would not have any resistance to him, and was as soft as a willow branch in thick spring.
After a long time, he hugged the trembling He Xilou tightly from behind, and said hoarsely, "Brother"
Following this call, the young man's expression was blank for a moment. He lowered his head involuntarily, and gently pecked and kissed the back of the other party's neck covered with large traces of abuse: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you just now? Are you uncomfortable?"
He Xilou said in a low voice: "No discomfortI feel fine."
Siming Yan stroked the slender and slender neck of the man in his arms, feeling that he could easily break it. He obviously tormented this person for a long time without mercy, but following a soft murmur of "brother", he wished he could kiss every scar on this person's body, and apologized softly over and over again.
And the people below were not dissatisfied when they were treated roughly, and they were not moved when they were kissed gently.
He hugged He Xilou in the dark, and couldn't help but buried his head in the man's neck and sniffed gently. A clear and moist grass smell, like a tree-lined path after a summer rainbut no, it shouldn't be this smell.
It should be what should it taste like? Should be something lighter, colder
He doesn't know either.
Siming Yan suddenly felt extremely irritated. He suddenly pushed the person in his arms aside, got up by himself, put on his robe and strode out of the cabin.
The snow has stopped. In the midwinter night, there are no stars in the sky, it is a kind of extreme?He hesitated for a moment, then slowly buried his head down.
Siming Yan did not refuse. He closed his eyes, grabbed the thick and long black hair, and felt the other party's effort to serve him. Submissive, flattering, devoid of dignity, trampled upon by oneself.
It took a long time for this to end.
Si Mingyan stared at the coughing He Xilou for a while, then suddenly reached out to lift the other's chin, and gently wiped the damaged corner of his mouth with his thumb. Then, he picked him up effortlessly, put him on his lap, and looked at it carefully under the dim light of the fire.
He Xilou was a little cold, and he felt flustered when he saw it: "Mingyan, what's wrongyou don't like this?"
Siming Yan said softly: "Why?"
"Whatwhy?" He Xilou was still a little confused.
"I've always wanted to ask you, why did you treat me like this? What are you planning?" The pair of beautiful almond eyes narrowed slightly, and the beautiful lips spit out merciless words.
Under the scrutinizing cold gaze, He Xilou was silent for a while, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't mean anythingI, I like you."
Si Mingyan looked at him for a while, said nothing, and hugged He Xilou into bed. He stroked the other's smooth back, feeling the slight tremor under his palm.
This handsome and beautiful young man felt very puzzled, he really couldn't understand this sacrificial "like". So humble, so lowly, so ridiculous and patheticand he wasn't even touched.
He hugged each other sleeplessly all night, looking out the window at the east.
He Xilou was already fast asleep. He lay quietly and docilely in the arms of the young man, even his pale face turned red, looking so contented.
Siming Yan looked down at the man in his arms, stretched out his hand to wrap a strand of black hair behind his ear, and stroked his slender and fragile neck: "So, are you really my brother?"
The morning sun gradually rises. The sun shines through the window, coating the young man's handsome face with a faint blood-colored light. Si Mingyan looked at the golden sun overlooking everything, and felt that this was what he should look like.
Instead of dying peacefully on this isolated island in the middle of the lake. It's not me at all.
He should hold someone he loves deeply, overlook all living beings in the world, and plunder everything he wants That's right. But that person in his arms who is it?
Siming Yan gently touched the old sword wound on his heart, and suddenly felt out of breath.
(End of the third episode)
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