During the monsoon rains in my youth, I never thought that I would have an intimate relationship with others.

Even if he knew his sexual orientation, he didn't have any special ideas, but after going to Gay Bar and studying how to do things between people of the same sex, he never thought that this would happen. He couldn't imagine what the other half looked like, nor could he imagine how he would accept the close union of another human being with him, and exchange everything with each other.

Therefore, he has always solved all needs by himself.

Dry heat, sweat.

The cicada cries in the summer night.

The room was very quiet, with only one night light on.

The bed sheets were trimmed with dark blue right-angle edges, and the moonlight came in through the wooden shutters, leaving mottled light and shadow on the snow-white and sweaty back.

The mattress is soft enough to sink.

During the monsoon rain, I fell into the fluffy quilt and was forced to move face down, and saw the pillow that had just fallen on the carpet.

It felt horrible when piled up. His fingers unconsciously grabbed the only pillow left on the bed, while another larger hand grabbed his hand. The back of his hand bulged veins and veins because of the force. .

"Don't bite the sheets."

Song Qinglan pressed against his back, and the light and shadow of the blinds moved to Mai Se's body, and the sweat made the broad shoulders glow like honey.

During the rainy season: "..."

Song Qinglan put a finger into his mouth to rescue the poor wet bed sheet, then gently stroked his teeth and rubbed his lips.

"Don't want to hear your own voice?"

During the rainy season, I closed my eyes and didn't want to answer, and bit my lip unconsciously.

Unlike ordinary people, he can not only remember all the useful information, but also the things that embarrassed him since childhood. There is no choice. Those memories always pop up inadvertently, embarrassing him, how could he allow himself to feed the memories.

"What to do, I want to hear." Song Qinglan laughed disgustingly, "Han Han... let me listen."

It is hot and uncomfortable in the monsoon.

He couldn't bear this kind of torture anymore. He wanted to crawl away, but Song Qinglan was too heavy and couldn't go anywhere with weak hands and feet at this time.

"OK?"

"Mine for you too."

"Um……"

The terrible male voice pierced the eardrum straight into the depths of his mind.

Suddenly, during the monsoon rains, he raised his neck uncontrollably, and his body trembled after a brief period of absence, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. When he turned his head, his eyes were already filled with tears.

Song Qinglan was startled, he actually made him cry during the rainy season.

Immediately afterwards, a pillow was hit on her face, and Song Qinglan almost suffocated in darkness.

During the monsoon rain, the throat was depressed for too long and became a little dumb: "Enough of you!"

That is certainly not enough.

Song Qinglan is not ashamed or annoyed, and has a thicker skin on the bed than under the bed.

He turned the man over and leaned down to kiss, and continued the expedition he had just begun while he was not prepared.

They hid in the quilt.

Don't let the moonlight peek.

During the monsoon rain, he hooked his neck again and sank into the deep sea.

Did not dream this night during the monsoon rains.

He fell asleep deeply, as if he had just returned from the Third Command Center of the Sky, and didn't want to wake up because of his exhaustion. The difference from that time was that he was lying in Song Qinglan's arms even more carelessly, and fell asleep in a dark place, and didn't wake up until dark the next day.

This is the first time I have experienced oversleeping during the monsoon rains.

He sat up from the bed, his mind was a little dizzy, and he barely remembered that in the end he was taken by Song Qinglan to take a bath, and he hastily cleaned himself up, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Now the other person is on the bed, and the sheets under them are also dry and refreshing. Song Qinglan must have asked the housekeeping robot to change the sheets after bathing him, and then took him back.

Suddenly noticed during the rainy season, this feeling is called being spoiled.

After doing those things, my body is a little strange.

Especially somewhere, the action to get him out of bed was very unnatural.

But when he landed on the ground, he knew that it was nothing. His legs and waist were as if they had been pierced with a needle. The stabbing felt sore, and he could hardly walk anymore.

During the monsoon rain, he stood there slowly, and after the body got used to it, he walked out of the bedroom slowly.

Song Qinglan is not in the living room.

In the rainy season, I turned to the kitchen, found a cup on the island platform, poured myself a glass of water, and poured half of it down in one breath.

The housekeeping robot followed him, trying to help since he started pouring water.

After drinking the water in the monsoon rain, it wanted to take the cup and wash it for him, but when it saw the monsoon rain, he skillfully turned on the faucet and washed the cup cleanly and put it back in place after three or two.

Leave in the monsoon rain.

The housekeeping robot tilted his head against his back.

Although the soreness after doing these things is still there, it is much better.

When I was young, I practiced Jiu-Jitsu and often hurt myself. Therefore, I am particularly capable of self-repair after strenuous exercise during the monsoon season. They are all men, he doesn’t have to wait in bed for Song Qinglan to take care of him, let’s say--

Talking in the living room.

It is Song Qinglan who is calling.

"Then next time." His tone was gentle, "I can't walk away yet."

Standing at the door during the rainy season, leaning on the door frame to see his back.

Song Qinglan hadn't put on her shirt yet, sitting on the solo sofa with her back to the door.

There are many finger marks on the well-proportioned and graceful muscles of the back, some of which are faintly blue-if the nails are kept during the monsoon rains, it will be more than that, I am afraid Song Qinglan's back will be scratched and bleeding marks. In addition, Song Qinglan also has hickeys on her body, mostly on the shoulders, which are the positions that can barely be reached during the monsoon rains, but the circle of tooth marks in those hickeys is somewhat obvious.

When it comes to biting, I also found myself quite talented during the monsoon rains.

The more he bites, the harder Song Qinglan is.

Therefore, he also contributed a lot to the wonderful enjoyment last night.

This made his cheeks feel a little hot.

He wanted to walk away, but heard Song Qinglan continue to say: "Well, I didn't want to hide it from you. It didn't take long to be together."

During the rainy season, he dismissed the idea of ​​leaving and listened to the Song team openly.

"It's a person from the sky." Song Qinglan seemed to be interrogated by her elders, "but it's not just a colleague, she knew each other when she was a child."

"He is from Ningcheng."

"...The kindergarten attached to Ning University, we are in the same class."

"I don't know if you have seen it, and you didn't come to pick me up several times at that time."

"Yes, a few months younger than me, very smart, with several degrees."

"You don't need to buy those things." Song Qinglan laughed, "He can't use it."

"He is a man."

During the rainy season, his expression changed slightly. He knew Song Qinglan would tell her family sooner or later, but he didn't expect it so soon. After all, no matter what they have experienced, for ordinary people, they have only known each other for a month.

It is really incredible to change a person's sexuality within a month and be willing to give everything to the other person without reservation.

Even he himself had a tacit understanding with Ji Minyue and did not tell Professor Ji, although after Song Qinglan's public coming out, the news would soon be passed to Minister Lin, and then passed into Professor Ji's ears.

Sure enough, after Song Qinglan finished speaking, she was silent for dozens of seconds.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know how to react.

Song Qinglan’s face was invisible during the rainy season, and I didn’t know what was said on the phone.

He was leaning against the door frame, and he stood up straight unconsciously.

"Okay." Song Qinglan finally said, her tone still relaxed, "If I have the opportunity, I will arrange for you to meet."

Song Qinglan hung up the phone and stood up, and walked along during the monsoon rain, as if she was not surprised to be here during the monsoon rain.

When he got closer, he bowed his head and kissed during the monsoon: "It's like a walking cat, silent?"

Ask during the rainy season: "Who is calling?"

Song Qinglan: "My mother."

Song Qinglan rarely mentioned his family. During the monsoon rains, he only knew that he was a single parent. When he was a child, he went to kindergarten in Ningcheng because his parents had broken up to fight for custody. He suddenly discovered that he didn't know enough about Song Qinglan, because the other party's strong psychological quality and optimistic and refreshing attitude to life make it difficult for people to equate him with negativity.

Even in the bubble world, Song Qinglan didn't have any desires, and there were very few changes in his life. It seemed that he was never ambiguous about certain choices, and lived straightforwardly.

"She works in a field. I happened to be on vacation after passing by Jiangcheng. I originally wanted to meet with me." Song Qinglan said, "She guessed that I had a partner all at once. Why is a woman's instinct so terrible?"

During the rainy season: "..."

Song Qinglan: "Fortunately, I bend fast."

During the rainy season, he only cared about another topic: "What did she say?"

Song Qinglan knew that he was asking questions about gender.

Knowing that he would be nervous during the rainy season, he didn't sell it. "My mother is a Kochi woman. She is very receptive and wants to meet you. She just came across a necklace and wanted to give it to you, so she was a little angry if she didn't need it."

There is also a way to get along with middle-aged women during the rainy season.

His adoptive mother, Aunt Su, was also a university teacher before she retired, and he made her happy.

"We buy presents for her." Monsoon said, "Can you?"

During the rainy season, there is more smoke and fire.

Song Qinglan likes it very much.

He replied, holding the person in his arms, feeling full of emotion and wanting to speak, and listened to the seasonal rain: "So hungry."

Song Qinglan: "..."

During the rainy season: "What does your family have to eat?"

After eating hot pot, I slept all night and slept for a whole night, and the iron man couldn't stand it.

There is an urgent need for replenishment of energy during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan had prepared food early, but she wouldn't make him hungry.

But he still has something to say: "It's also your home."

During the rainy season: "?"

Song Qinglan said: "Three rooms, one living room. The one on the left is your study, the one in the middle is for the cats, and the one on the right is our bedroom. The balcony is large, you can plant your favorite plants and install cat climbing frames. We When eating at home, you can change the big table, and the group of people in the team can have dinner together when they come."

Pause during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan's words made him feel strange.

Are they planning for the future?

"Why?" Song Qinglan let go of him, bowed her head and asked, "turning her face to deny people?"

During the rainy season: "You wait—"

Song Qinglan pointed to the tooth marks on her shoulders, and said very naturally: "I want to go to bed after sleeping? Okay, are you staying in Jiangcheng and becoming a full-fledged team member?"

During the rainy season, I don’t want to fall back on account: "When do I want to fall back on..."

"Okay." Song Qinglan said, "Anyway, you can't get anywhere under my nose."

He was pushed back to the dining room.

Song Qinglan concocted a large wave of light food like magic, and sat down to pick him up with fish bones.

When the monsoon rains, I ate a little and half before remembering something.

He thought for a while and said seriously: "You can't set up a cat climbing frame on the balcony. It's too dangerous. Put it in the cat room."