Chapter 17: Amnesia after being spoiled (17)

Bo Qin did not touch Xie Mu in the end.
His hand was retracted after a moment of stiffness, and the slender big hand slowly helped the young man to fasten the button that was untied by himself.
His fair skin was covered, and the youth stood up a little helplessly and sat up, "Don't you?"
The smile on the man's face was mild and spoiled. "You have just been treated. I don't want to toss you."
The doubts in Xie Mu's eyes did not diminish in the least. In his memory, although Bo Qin spoiled him, he was always overbearing and overbearing about the bed.
Of course, Bo Qin did not miss the hesitation on the young man's face. His expression remained unchanged, and his hands fell gently on the temples on both sides of the lover, and he gently pressed and rubbed.
The anxious expression on Xie Mu's face gradually relaxed, the previous gradually faded, his eyelids slowly dropped, and the sleepiness that had been suppressed before rose again.
"Little wood, are you sleepy?"
The man asked softly, while asking, slowly holding the young man up so that he could lean in his arms.
Bo Qin is a smoker. He is passionate about work during the day and does not treat himself at all at night. He smokes and drinks to have fun, and he ca n’t play without him.
Of course, the smoke he smokes is naturally not the kind on the market. Although it hurts the human body, it is definitely enough to minimize the harm.
The smell of smoke was similar to fresh mint, a touch of light. Xie Mu lay in the man's arms, sniffing the familiar taste, and raised his lips in satisfaction.
He was sleepy, but he still insisted on reaching out his lover's clothing, which was a sign of uneasiness.
"Boqin." The youth's voice has always been crisp and nice, but at the moment it was depressed because of restlessness, and it sounded like crying.
Xie Mu whispered, "I dare not sleep."
The man had been disguised as a gentle and gentle meal, and his hands kneading gently in his lover's temple were also paused.
Soon, his expression returned to normal, and his tone was still so gentle. "What's wrong?"
"As soon as I close my eyes, I can see Tan Tao ..." Xie Mu grabbed him by the corner of his clothes, and his beautiful, round eyes contained fear: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid of dreaming of him."
"He pressed me to the ground and ripped my clothes. I wanted to run away, but I didn't know why I had no strength ..."
"Later, what happened later, why don't I remember ..."
His voice was full of confusion and fear, and his eyes were full of fear of the unknown.
The man's eyes have always been cold, and his handsome face seems to be darkened, but the magnetic voice is still faint, gently, like a normal lover.
"Later, you passed out. I woke up and snatched you back from Tan Tao."
He could clearly feel that after he said this, the young man's whole body was softened because of relaxation.
Xiao Mu always believed his words so easily.
"Fortunately, fortunately you saved me."
The young man had a happy smile on his face, and his eyes were full of the happiness of being saved. He raised his face and looked at his lover with bright eyes. "Otherwise, I really don't know what to do."
He believes in lies, but who can make up them?
Bo Qin's eyes were dull, but his face showed a coddled smile to the little lover. "Good, all right."
"In the future, Tan Tao will never bother you again."
Xie Mu smiled even more happily. He nodded firmly, "Well! I'm not afraid of him."
The youth declared like a child, "Because Bo Qin would protect me."
He leaned up a little, his ears were close to the man's heart, listening to the strong heartbeat, and closed his eyes nicely.
Before going to bed, Xie Mu was like a nightmare, muttering mumblely, "Bo Qin likes clean ..."
"I need to be clean ..."
The man's hand that was already hanging by the bed suddenly clenched, and the back of his white and powerful hand even burst out with blue muscles.
But even so, he still said to his lover with a soft voice, "Our little wood is the cleanest."
The dirty one is Tan Tao.
【Ding! Bo Qin's favor: 89]
Xie Mu in her sleep seemed to hear the words of her lover, and her lips chuckled sweetly.

Bo Qin did not sleep well this night.
He kept dreaming that the youth with tears in his face was desperately asking for help. Above him, a man with an invisible face was tearing Xie Mu's clothes.
— "Boqin, save me—"
"It hurts, it really hurts, save me—"
— "Aren't you my lover? Didn't you say you like me? Why not save me, Bo Qin—"
In front of him, Xie Mu in his dream was thoroughly penetrated by that person.
The man opened his eyes sharply, and his always cold eyes seemed to be frozen, with remorse and pain.
"Well……"
Xie Mu was so tired that he did not wake up earlier than him and felt the movement of his lover. He rubbed his eyes and wanted to get into Bo Qin's arms.
The moment the soft, youthful young man touched himself, the man froze, almost subconsciously, and pushed Xie Mu out.
The youth was unprepared and slammed his hands on the bedside table behind him.
Immediately, the original white skin of the arm glowed red.
After being hit in this way, he must be able to wake up. Xie Mu first made a subconscious sigh. After returning to God, he covered his arms and looked at the lover with a confused look.
Bo Qin's expression was strange, like guilt and fear of his existence.
No, how could Bo Qin have something to fear? In Xie Mu's eyes, Bo Qin seemed to know everything, only others were afraid of him, but no one was afraid of him.
"Boqin, what's wrong with you?"
The young man poked out his hand again in doubt, and for the second time, Bo Qin opened his hand.
This time, it was real and felt the emotion of lover rejection.
Xie Mu shuddered.
"You, what's wrong with you ..."
Listening to the repressive voice of the youth trying to suppress the grievances, the man seemed to suddenly wake up, "Sorry Kogi, I'm sleepy."
His hand gently lifted Xie Mu's hand, lowered his head, and blew gently, "Are you better?"
"never mind."
After touching the cold hand of Bo Qin, the young man's subconsciousness receded for a moment. He had confusion in his eyes, doubt, and buried the seeds in his heart.
Bo Qin coaxed his lover, got up and changed his clothes. Xie Mu was sitting by the bed watching him. His eyes were not so hot, but it was enough for men to notice.
He used to enjoy such eyes because it proved how much Xie Mu loved him and followed him all the time, but today, he only feels empty in his heart, as if suspended by a chain.
Those who can't get up and down are extremely uncomfortable.
Bo Qin thought uncontrollably. If he got up and saved Xiao Mu at that time, wouldn't he?
Having his lover again, except for the joy at the beginning, his heart was more empty and worried.
What if Xiaomu remembered what to do afterwards ...
"Come, I will tie you."
Xie Mu quickly adjusted himself. He comforted himself that Bo Qin might have a nightmare and got out of bed, as usual, to tie his lover.
But this time, Bo Qin avoided it.
This was the third time he had avoided himself since he woke up. Even if he tried to cheat no matter how hard he was, he now realized that he was wrong.
"You're still tired, I'll be fine."
Bo Qin avoided the injured eyes of the young man. As soon as he touched his lover, he would remember the dream.
He was crushed to the ground, his slender white legs were folded, and then, the man who could not see his face, penetrated his lover fiercely--
In the end, Bo Qin couldn't resist the inexplicable panic in his heart. As if running away, he hurried out of the door.
Xie Mu stood in place, looking at the back of the man leaving in a hurry, his eyes dimmed.
When the man arrived in the living room, he reacted to what he had done to Xie Mu, his expression was stiff, and he could hardly believe that the one who only wanted to escape was himself.
Oh!
The sound of the phone landing.
With a narrow look, Bo Qin turned and opened the door.
The young man stood with his face blank and standing in the early morning sun, his face was almost transparent.
"Why ... time, time is wrong ..."
He narrowed his eyes and looked at his lover.
"Now ... May?"
Xie Mu held out his hand and looked at the clothes he was wearing, only to find out where the sense of disobedience had always been.
The young man's pale hand fell in the air, his voice was almost inaudible. "The smell of gardenia is right in May ..."
What did he forget?