痕書站

　　伊墨從未想過自己會哭，察覺到自己的眼淚時，不可謂不震驚。活了兩千年的妖也會掉眼淚，伊墨不認為這會是真的。
　　活了兩千年的妖，也會掉眼淚嗎？
　　但是眼淚，就那麼落下來了。滑過臉頰，印出水痕。伊墨嘗了嘗它的味道，是鹹的，澀澀的。與他所嘗過的味道沒有不同。妖的眼淚和人的眼淚並無區別。鹹、澀、苦。
　　妖的眼淚與沈清軒三世的眼淚一模一樣。
　　
　　柳延還在撕心裂肺地喊著：“不要哭，伊墨不要哭，我錯了，你不要哭。”他臉上的血跡和泥汙被自己的眼淚沖刷出兩道白痕，卻不停的讓對方不要哭。
　　伊墨將他抱起來，抱在懷裡，柳延再也不掙扎了，一邊哭著一邊擦伊墨的臉，自己手上血污擦到伊墨臉上也顧不上了，就是不想讓他哭，因為自己會疼。那些淚水仿佛化成了一雙手，活生生的捅進他的心窩裡，要把他的心掐死一樣。柳延痛苦萬分地喊著：“我錯了伊墨，你不要哭，你不要哭……”
　　伊墨說：“你這個傻瓜。”說著替傻子療了傷，看著那塊恢復如初的皮肉，白白淨淨，卻再沒那點朱砂。
　　沒有朱砂，就不是那個人了嗎？當然不會。伊墨嗤笑了一聲，安撫著懷裡的柳延，在他抽泣哽咽的時候，低低道：“你割了它有什麼用？”沒用，一點用都沒有，那不過是個印記，一個標誌，沒了這個印記，並不能改變什麼。可是傻子不懂。
　　傻子抽泣著抬起臉來，說：“你看到它就不高興。我上輩子對你不好，我們不要它。”
　　“我們不要它，我對你好，你不要不高興。”柳延趴在他肩頭，一遍又一遍地說：“不要它，它不好，我對你好。伊墨不要哭。”
　　伊墨說不出別的話來，只有更緊地抱住懷裡的身子，抱緊了無辜又無知的柳延，一遍又一遍地道：傻子。
　　這樣低低說著，萬事都成了空，懷裡只有一個傻乎乎的柳延，說要對他好的柳延，挖了心頭肉的柳延。心裡的黑暗情緒翻滾著，像是一個黑暗的漩渦，伊墨埋頭在柳延頸側，隔著衣物狠狠咬住了他的肩頭。
　　柳延顫了一下，卻沒喊痛，反倒是拍著他的背，就像伊墨時常做的一樣，哄著他，道：“伊墨不難過，我對你好。”
　　咬在他肩頭的牙齒慢慢松了，伊墨一動不動，臉埋在他頸側，身體的重量也交付過去，搭在柳延肩上閉著眼，像個累極了的小孩。柳延知道自己傻，不懂他在想什麼，可能永遠也不會懂。但是只要伊墨給的他就照單全收，不管是關愛還是傷害，或者只是這樣靠過來的一個成人的重量，柳延拍著他的背，在伊墨的安靜裡也安靜下去，輕輕拍著他的背，不喊不叫。
　　
　　後來兩個人就這樣抱在一起，睡了。
　　
　　夜半醒來，伊墨睜開眼，燃起燭火，引亮了光線。光華亮起的床榻上，伊墨看著懷裡的那張臉，髒兮兮的，有血有泥，還有兩道滑稽的白痕，但因為柳延睡著了，所以看起來也不是那麼蠢。伊墨看了他許久，直到睡夢裡的柳延突然抽噎了一聲，像是夢裡也在哭，很傷心的樣子。伊墨不知道為什麼自己明明說好不欺負他，卻還是把他欺負了，欺負成這樣，睡著了都在哭。他不想欺負他。
　　就算是傻子，也不想欺負。伊墨移開視線，滑到他鬆開的衣襟裡，那片胸膛上再也沒有那粒赤紅的朱砂。
　　沈清軒胸口沒有，季玖沒有，現在，柳延也沒有。
　　上一世季玖的手腕上是那道蛇吻，那是因為沈清軒的執念太重，後來季玖沒了，有了柳延，有了心口一點朱砂痣。現在柳延也沒有了，伊墨想了想，也許下輩子，沈清軒的第四世，身上就什麼都沒有了。
　　本來，有沒有都不重要。有沒有，他都是沈清軒的轉世，是他要找的人，這一點不會隨著紅痣的消失而消失。
　　那就罷了，傻就傻了。哭著喊著要對他好的沈清軒，也沒什麼不好。儘管這樣認了，卻不知為什麼，心頭始終是缺了一片什麼，似乎不該是這樣的，不僅僅是這樣的，抱著一個對肯對自己好的沈清軒的轉世，就夠了嗎？
　　好像還有很重要的事，可是想了很久，伊墨也不知道，重要的事到底是什麼。
　　在傻子臉上揉了揉，伊墨決定不再想了。
　　
　　柳延第二天醒來，洗了臉，換了衣裳，又是乾乾淨淨的一個少年郎。伊墨牽著他，在落葉飄灑的叢林裡逛著，不時會有一個熟透的果子從樹上掉下來，砸在草葉堆裡，輕輕的一聲。
　　在最高最高的那棵樹上，柳延坐在他身邊，快活地甩著腿，看著遠方正在落下的太陽。
　　火紅的光輝讓天空都被渲染成紅色，仿佛天空燒起來一般，雲朵成了淺紅色的蒸汽。柳延看了一會轉過頭，悄悄地看著伊墨的側臉，他不會任何形容，也不知如何讚美，只知道好看。眉毛好看，鼻子好看，嘴唇好看，連眼睫都好看，哪裡都是好看。好看的讓他捨不得挪開眼，就癡傻傻地看著。
　　被盯了太久還沒有停止的意思，伊墨轉過臉來問他：“看夠了嗎？”
　　柳延搖了搖頭，傻乎乎又理直氣壯地說：“不夠。”
　　伊墨覺得有趣，又問：“哪裡不夠？”
　　柳延說：“哪裡都不夠。”等了一會，又小聲說一句：“伊墨好看。”他縱是傻子，卻也知道害羞，聲音小了許多，但不含糊。
　　伊墨說：“好看嗎？”
　　柳延仿佛要表明自己誠實似的，說：“好看的很！”一邊狠狠點頭。
　　伊墨正為那句熟悉的“好看的很”怔了一下神，就聽“啊”的一聲大叫，原來是傻子點頭點得太狠，身體失衡，從樹上掉下去了。
　　伊墨唬得一愣，跟著也跳了下去，一把扯住了柳延的胳膊，將人帶進了自己懷裡，等安全落了地，伊墨忍不住在他腦門上敲了個板栗，好氣又好笑地道：“你沒治了。”點頭也能點的摔倒，確實沒治了。
　　柳延以為被嫌棄了，一手揉著額頭，一手扯他袖子，喃喃道：“我不是故意的，伊墨不要生我的氣。”
　　伊墨望著他，眼底閃過笑意，冷聲道：“誰生你的氣？”
　　柳延不知道他存心戲弄自己，老老實實地答：“伊墨啊。”
　　“我跟傻子生氣，不是也成傻子了嗎？”伊墨問。
　　柳延撇了一下嘴，有些不服，頂撞道：“傻子有什麼不好，傻子不會欺負伊墨，伊墨要是傻子，柳延就天天照顧你。”
　　伊墨伸出手又在他腦門上敲了一下，道：“你？吃飯穿衣還要人伺候，到今天肩不能挑手不能提，你也能照顧人？”
　　柳延如他所料，輕易被一句話堵得臉上通紅，神情不滿的像是要辯解，又辯解不出，委實一副被欺負的可憐兮兮的樣子。伊墨忍不住，伸手在他臉上掐了一把，道：“你這樣子，倒是真讓人想欺負了。”
　　結果等了半天，柳延說：“伊墨要欺負傻子，就欺負傻子吧，欺負傻子的人，也是傻子！”
　　合轍半天，就想到這一句話，以毒攻毒了。
　　伊墨把人抓過來，捧著臉左看右看半天，最後“嘖”了一聲，道：“傻歸傻，伶牙俐齒到沒變。”柳延又不知道該怎麼接這句話了。抓起傻呆呆杵在那裡的柳延，伊墨道：“回去。”柳延乖乖地跟著他，亦步亦趨。
　　伺候著傻乎乎的小公子吃完飯，伊墨放好浴桶，又伺候傻公子沐浴。擦澡的間隙伊墨第一次正視眼前這具身軀，養了這些年，白白軟軟的，養出一身好皮肉。骨骼均勻細長，還是少年人的單薄，卻有了形狀，抱在懷裡，不軟也不硬。
　　從來沒有想過，今兒動了心思，身體也就有了反應。
　　直接一把將桶裡人撈起來，也不管柳延慌慌張張地喊濕了濕了，直接拋到了床上。覆上濕軟溫香的身子，伊墨望著他道：“傻子，十六歲了。”
　　柳延努力想了想，又掰手指算了一下，答：“十六歲了。”
　　“該行冠禮成人了。”伊墨說。
　　柳延問他：“冠禮是什麼？”
　　伊墨卻笑了一下，“世俗的東西，不用管那個，不過，我來給你行禮，如何？”
　　柳延自然說好，抱著伊墨還高興地湊上去親了幾下。
　　伊墨望了他一會，低下頭，在那張主動招惹過來的嘴唇上印了下去。柳延剛在沐浴時吃了一顆梨，嘴裡還有著水果的甘甜，舌頭軟軟的，被含住也不曉得躲，伊墨剛想推開觀察他的反應，一直傻呆呆怔住的柳延卻抱住了他的脖子，學著他動著舌頭回應起來。
　　柳延完全不知道自己在做什麼，也不懂伊墨在對自己做什麼，就覺得嘴巴貼在一起親密的很。
　　他總是不遺餘力的，想要和伊墨貼的近點，再近點，近到再也不會被推開，不會被嫌棄。
　　伊墨在他腰上撫著，用冰涼的手。柳延的腰如他想像的那樣，乍接觸就彈跳了一下，像是一尾被突然驚嚇的魚。卻又很快適應了他手掌的溫度，在摩挲裡軟了身子。
　　在腰上撫慰過後，伊墨順著他的腰線，一直滑向他的臀，入手豐潤而有彈性，伊墨忍不住地搓弄了幾下，身下的柳延臉上紅了紅，移開臉抬頭看了看兩人的姿勢，這個時候才曉得問他：“伊墨，這是要幹什麼？”
　　伊墨道：“行禮。”
　　柳延想起他說的成人禮，自然信他，乖乖的又躺回去，等著伊墨擺弄。直到身下被人握住了，柳延才“啊”的短促地叫了一聲，臉上徹底變紅，傻子也會害羞。
　　心裡掙扎了好一會，柳延才嚅囁著道：“伊墨，尿尿的，髒。”
　　伊墨現在仿佛一個發現新奇玩具的小孩，被如此懵懂反應的柳延激起了骨子裡的惡趣味，很是認真地問他：“剛剛不是洗了嗎？”
　　柳延說：“洗了。”
　　“洗乾淨了就不髒。”伊墨說，手中也動起來，抓著微微硬起的小東西在手中玩捏著，說：“你不要亂動。”
　　柳延再不敢動，伊墨卻動作的更厲害，柳延也分不清那是什麼感覺，下面難受起來，忍不住又想動，剛一抬腰，就聽伊墨說：“不許動。”柳延抓著被子，在手中耐不住的絞擰，身體老老實實地躺著，被他折騰得又想哭了。
　　刺激越來越激烈，柳延哼哼著，小聲喚他：“伊墨，伊墨，難受。”
　　伊墨卻答得老神在在：“我知道。”
　　看他一動也不敢動，渾身都憋出了一層汗的可憐模樣，伊墨鬆開手，俯下身去，含住了那個被他玩得翹得高高的小傻子。
　　柳延猛地攥緊被子，本來就不管用的腦子頓時一片空白，只曉得下面又舒服又難受，又不敢動，眼淚刷地流了出來。“伊墨，”他抽抽噎噎地喊著，稍微抬起了一點頭，看著自己腿間的那個人，極羞臊又難過地說：“要尿了。”
　　伊墨不僅不放過他，反而像是被這句話惹毛了似地，伸手在他腰上狠狠擰了一把，柳延“哇”地一聲大哭，忍不住要尿尿的感覺，終是“尿”在伊墨口中。
　　伊墨抬起身來，吐了口中東西，本想說點什麼，卻見柳延縮在角落裡，抓著被子在哭。
　　頓時愣住。
　　伊墨把人扯過來，問：“這又是怎麼了？”
　　柳延橫著手臂擋著自己臉，忍著眼淚，抽抽噎噎地道：“沒，沒忍住……尿尿了。”
　　伊墨忍無可忍，直接往他腦勺上給了一巴掌，打得傻子把眼淚收回去了，才道：“笨死了！”把自己氣得躺下了。
　　柳延抱著頭，等了一會，才自己摸了摸身下，發現不是尿液，而是掛在小孔上白白的東西，雖然不太清楚是什麼，但他也放心了，沒尿進伊墨嘴裡。又哼哼著，爬到伊墨身上，像是討好一樣親他的臉，一遍又一遍。
　　伊墨沒一會就被消了氣，摟著身上傻子問：“舒服嗎？”
　　柳延想了想，老老實實地點了點頭。
　　伊墨看了他一會，忽而道：“傻子，往後我叫你沈清軒吧。”
　　柳延又湊過去親他的臉，說：“好。”
　　伊墨揚眉道：“不叫柳延了？”
　　“沈清軒對伊墨好，”柳延說：“柳延也要和他一樣。反正我是傻子，叫什麼都好。”
　　
　　伊墨許久才“嗯”了一聲，似乎是在贊同他的話，只是眼睛卻掩上了，掩上了那些未知的掛念，和許許多多來不及掩飾的傷疤。

————————————————

Yi Mo had never thought that he would cry, and when he noticed his tears, he was shocked. A demon who had lived for two thousand years would also shed tears, Yi Mo did not think this was true.

Can a demon who has lived for two thousand years shed tears?

But the tears just fell. They slid down his cheeks, leaving water marks. Yi Mo tasted it, and it was salty and astringent. It tasted the same as he had tasted before. The tears of demons were no different from the tears of humans. Salty, astringent, and bitter.

The demon’s tears are exactly the same as the tears of Shen Qingxuan III.

Liu Yan was still shouting heartbreakingly: “Don’t cry, Yi Mo, don’t cry, I was wrong, don’t cry." The blood and mud on his face were washed away by his tears, leaving two white marks, but he kept asking the other party not to cry.

Yi Mo picked him up and held him in his arms. Liu Yan stopped struggling and wiped Yi Mo’s face while crying. He didn’t care about the blood on his hands that got on Yi Mo’s face. He just didn’t want him to cry because it would hurt him. Those tears seemed to turn into a pair of hands, stabbing into his heart alive, as if to strangle his heart to death. Liu Yan shouted in agony: “I was wrong, Yi Mo, don’t cry, don’t cry…"

Yi Mo said, “You fool." Then he healed the fool’s wound and looked at the skin and flesh that had recovered to its original state, which was white and clean, but without the cinnabar.

Without cinnabar, would he not be the same person? Of course not. Yi Mo sneered and comforted Liu Yan in his arms. When he was sobbing and choking, he whispered: “What’s the point of cutting it off?" It’s useless, it’s useless at all. It’s just a mark, a sign. Without this mark, it can’t change anything. But the fool doesn’t understand.

The fool raised his face and sobbed, saying, “You are unhappy when you see it. I was not good to you in my past life. We don’t want it."

“We don’t want it. I’m good to you. Don’t be unhappy." Liu Yan lay on his shoulder and said over and over again: “Don’t want it. It’s not good. I’m good to you. Don’t cry, Yi Mo."

Yi Mo couldn’t say anything else, he could only hug the body in his arms tighter, hugging the innocent and ignorant Liu Yan, and said over and over again: Fool.

As he whispered, everything became empty. In his arms, there was only a silly Liu Yan, the Liu Yan who said he would treat him well, the Liu Yan who had dug out his heart. The dark emotions in his heart rolled like a dark whirlpool. Yi Mo buried his head in the side of Liu Yan’s neck and bit his shoulder fiercely through his clothes.

Liu Yan shuddered, but did not cry out in pain. Instead, he patted his back, just like Yi Mo often did, coaxing him and saying, “Don’t be sad, Yi Mo, I treat you well."

The teeth biting on his shoulder slowly loosened, Yi Mo didn’t move, his face buried in his neck, and the weight of his body was transferred to him, resting on Liu Yan’s shoulder with his eyes closed, like a very tired child. Liu Yan knew that he was stupid and didn’t understand what he was thinking, and he might never understand. But as long as Yi Mo gave him, he would accept it all, whether it was care or hurt, or just the weight of an adult leaning over like this. Liu Yan patted his back, and became quiet in Yi Mo’s quietness, patting his back gently, without shouting or yelling.

Later, the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Yi Mo opened his eyes, lit a candle and turned on the light. On the bed with light shining brightly, Yi Mo looked at the face in his arms, which was dirty, covered with blood and mud, and had two funny white marks. But because Liu Yan was asleep , he didn’t look so stupid. Yi Mo looked at him for a long time, until Liu Yan suddenly sobbed in his sleep, as if he was crying in his dream, and looked very sad. Yi Mo didn’t know why he had clearly said that he would not bully him, but he still bullied him, bullied him so much that he cried even in his sleep. He didn’t want to bully him.

Even if he is a fool, I don’t want to bully him. Yi Mo shifted his gaze and slid into his loosened collar. There was no longer that red cinnabar on his chest.

There’s nothing on Shen Qingxuan’s chest, there’s nothing on Ji Jiu’s, and now, there’s nothing on Liu Yan’s chest either.

In the previous life, Ji Jiu had a snake kiss on his wrist because Shen Qingxuan was too obsessed. Later, Ji Jiu died, and Liu Yan was born, with a cinnabar mole on his chest. Now Liu Yan is gone too, Yi Mo thought, maybe in the next life, Shen Qingxuan’s fourth life , he will have nothing on him.

Originally, it didn’t matter whether there was one or not. Whether there was one or not, he was still the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan, the person he was looking for, and this would not disappear with the disappearance of the red mole.

That’s fine, it’s just being stupid. There’s nothing wrong with Shen Qingxuan crying and shouting that he wants to be good to him. Although he accepted it, for some reason, there was always something missing in his heart. It seemed that it shouldn’t be like this, not just like this. Is it enough to hold a reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan who is willing to be good to him?

It seemed like there was something very important, but after thinking about it for a long time, Yi Mo still didn’t know what the important thing was.

After rubbing the fool’s face, Yi Mo decided not to think about it anymore.

Liu Yan woke up the next day, washed his face, changed his clothes, and became a clean young man again. Yi Mo took him by the hand and walked in the forest with fallen leaves. From time to time, a ripe fruit would fall from the tree and hit the grass with a soft sound.

On the tallest tree, Liu Yan sat beside him, swinging his legs happily and looking at the setting sun in the distance.

The fiery red light made the sky red, as if it was on fire, and the clouds turned into light red steam. Liu Yan looked for a while and turned his head, quietly looking at Yi Mo’s profile. He didn’t know how to describe it, nor how to praise it, he just knew it was beautiful. The eyebrows were beautiful, the nose was beautiful, the lips were beautiful, even the eyelashes were beautiful, everything was beautiful. It was so beautiful that he couldn’t bear to take his eyes away, and he just stared at it foolishly.

After being stared at for too long and with no intention of stopping, Yi Mo turned around and asked him, “Have you seen enough?"

Liu Yan shook his head and said foolishly but confidently, “Not enough."

Yi Mo found it interesting and asked again: “What’s not enough?"

Liu Yan said, “Nowhere is enough." After waiting for a while, he whispered, “Yi Mo is good-looking." Even though he was a fool, he knew how to be shy. His voice was much softer, but unambiguous.

Yi Mo said, “Does it look good?"

As if to prove his honesty, Liu Yan said, “It looks very beautiful!" and nodded vigorously.

Yi Mo was just stunned for a moment by the familiar words “It looks very beautiful", then he heard a loud “Ah". It turned out that the fool nodded too hard, lost his balance, and fell from the tree.

Yi Mo was startled, then jumped down as well, grabbed Liu Yan’s arm and brought him into his arms. After they landed safely on the ground, Yi Mo couldn’t help but slap him on the head with a chestnut, and said angrily and amusedly, “You’re hopeless." He fell down just by nodding, and was indeed hopeless.

Liu Yan thought he was being disliked, rubbing his forehead with one hand and pulling his sleeve with the other, muttering, “I didn’t mean it, Yi Mo, don’t be angry with me."

Yi Mo looked at him, a smile flashed in his eyes, and asked coldly: “Who is angry with you?"

Liu Yan didn’t know that he was teasing him on purpose, so he answered honestly: “Yi Mo."

“If I get angry with a fool, won’t I become a fool too?" Yi Mo asked.

Liu Yan curled his lips, somewhat unconvinced, and retorted: “What’s wrong with being a fool? A fool won’t bully Yi Mo. If Yi Mo were a fool, Liu Yan would take care of you every day."

Yi Mo reached out his hand and tapped him on the forehead again, saying, “You? You need someone to serve you even when you are eating and dressing, and you can’t even lift anything today , so you think you can take care of others?"

As he expected, Liu Yan’s face turned red after being blocked by a word. He looked dissatisfied, as if he wanted to make an excuse, but he couldn’t. He really looked like a pitiful person who was bullied. Yi Mo couldn’t help it, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, saying: “You are like this, it really makes people want to bully you."

After waiting for a long time, Liu Yan said, “If Yi Mo wants to bully a fool, then bully the fool. Anyone who bullies a fool is also a fool!"

After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with this sentence: fight poison with poison.

Yi Mo grabbed the man, held his face and looked at him for a long time, and finally said, “You may be stupid, but you are still very eloquent." Liu Yan didn’t know how to respond to this. Grabbing Liu Yan who was standing there stupidly, Yi Mo said, “Go back." Liu Yan followed him obediently, step by step.

After serving the silly young master a meal, Yi Mo put the tub in place and helped him take a bath. During the bath, Yi Mo looked at the body in front of him for the first time. After all these years of care, it was white and soft, with good skin and flesh. The bones were evenly slender, still thin as a teenager, but it had a shape. When he held it in his arms, it was neither soft nor hard.

I never thought that today, my mind would be moved and my body would react.

He directly scooped the person out of the bucket, and threw him onto the bed without caring about Liu Yan’s panicked shouting that he was wet . Covering the soft and warm body, Yi Mo looked at him and said, “Fool, you are sixteen years old."

Liu Yan thought hard, counted on his fingers, and answered, “Sixteen years old."

“It’s time to have the coming-of-age ceremony." Yi Mo said.

Liu Yan asked him: “What is the capping ceremony?"

Yi Mo smiled and said, “Don’t worry about worldly things. But how about I pay my respects to you?"

Liu Yan naturally agreed, hugged Yi Mo and happily kissed him a few times.

Yi Mo looked at him for a while, lowered his head, and kissed the lips that had taken the initiative to come over. Liu Yan had just eaten a pear while bathing, and his mouth still had the sweetness of the fruit. His tongue was soft, and he didn’t know how to hide when being sucked. Yi Mo was about to push away to observe his reaction, but Liu Yan, who had been stunned, hugged his neck and imitated him by moving his tongue in response.

Liu Yan had no idea what he was doing, nor did he understand what Yi Mo was doing to him. He just felt that their lips pressed together were very intimate.

He always spared no effort to get closer and closer to Yi Mo, until he would never be pushed away or despised.

Yi Mo stroked his waist with his cold hands. As he imagined, Liu Yan’s waist bounced a little at the first touch , like a fish that was suddenly frightened. But she quickly adapted to the warmth of his palm and softened under the caress.

After soothing his waist, Yi Mo slid along his waistline and slid to his buttocks. It was plump and elastic. Yi Mo couldn’t help rubbing it a few times. Liu Yan blushed and looked away to see their posture. Only then did he know to ask him, “Yi Mo, what are you doing?"

Yi Mo said: “Salute."

Liu Yan remembered what he said about the coming-of-age ceremony, so he naturally believed him and lay back down obediently, waiting for Yi Mo to play with him. It was not until someone held him from under that Liu Yan let out a short “ah" and his face turned completely red. Even a fool would be shy.

After struggling for a while, Liu Yan stammered , “Yi Mo, it’s for peeing, it’s dirty."

Yi Mo was like a child who had discovered a new toy. Liu Yan’s ignorant reaction aroused his evil taste in his bones, and he asked him seriously, “Didn’t you wash it just now?"

Liu Yan said, “I washed it."

“If you wash it, it won’t be dirty." Yi Mo said, and his hands started moving, grabbing the slightly hardened thing and playing with it, saying, “Don’t move."

Liu Yan didn’t dare to move anymore, but Yi Mo moved even more violently. Liu Yan couldn’t tell what the feeling was. He felt uncomfortable down there and couldn’t help wanting to move again. As soon as he raised his waist, he heard Yi Mo say, “Don’t move." Liu Yan grabbed the quilt and twisted it in his hands unbearably. He lay there obediently, wanting to cry again because of his torment.

The stimulation became more and more intense. Liu Yan hummed and called him softly: “Yi Mo, Yi Mo, it hurts."

Yi Mo answered calmly : “I know."

Seeing that he didn’t dare to move and was in a pitiful state with sweat all over his body, Yi Mo loosened his hand, bent down, and took the little fool into his mouth, which was erected high by his playing.

Liu Yan clenched the quilt tightly, and his mind, which had been useless to begin with, went blank. He only knew that he felt comfortable and uncomfortable down there, but he dared not move. Tears started to flow. “Yi Mo," he cried with sobs, and raised his head a little, looking at the person between his legs, and said with great shame and sadness, “I need to pee."

Not only did Yi Mo not let him go, but he seemed to be irritated by these words and reached out his hand to twist his waist hard. Liu Yan cried out “wow" and couldn’t help but feel the urge to pee, and finally “peed" in Yi Mo’s mouth.

Yi Mo stood up, spat out the food in his mouth, and wanted to say something, but saw Liu Yan huddled in the corner, crying while grabbing the quilt.

I was stunned.

Yi Mo pulled the person over and asked, “What happened again?"

Liu Yan covered his face with his arms, holding back tears, sobbing, “No, I couldn’t help it… I peed."

Yi Mo couldn’t bear it any longer, so he slapped him on the head, which made the fool hold back his tears. He then said, “How stupid!" He was so angry that he lay down.

Liu Yan held his head and waited for a while before he touched his body and found that it was not urine, but something white hanging from the small hole. Although he was not sure what it was, he was relieved that he did not pee into Yi Mo’s mouth. He hummed again, climbed on Yi Mo, and kissed his face as if to please him, over and over again.

Yi Mo’s anger soon subsided, and he hugged the fool and asked, “Are you comfortable?"

Liu Yan thought about it and nodded honestly.

Yi Mo looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, “Silly boy, I will call you Shen Qingxuan from now on."

Liu Yan leaned over and kissed his face again, saying, “Okay."

Yi Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, “Not Liu Yan anymore?"

“Shen Qingxuan is good to Yi Mo," Liu Yan said, “Liu Yan should be the same as him. Anyway, I am a fool, so it doesn’t matter what I call you."

Yi Mo said “hmm" after a long time, as if he agreed with what he said, but his eyes were covered, covering up those unknown concerns and the many scars that he had no time to hide.