Chapter (133)

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Tao Ling lay naked on the bed, revealing the smooth lines of his back, Wen Qingying leaned over him.

This movement lasted for a long time, at the end Wen Qingying lowered her head, and kissed his light butterfly bones reverently.

It was moist and soft to the touch, and Tao Ling couldn't help trembling.

He couldn't see Wen Qingying's expression, so he felt a sense of emptiness, fear and anticipation, after a while he couldn't help it, turned over and asked for a real hug.

After hugging and rolling on the newly changed sheets for a few times, Tao Ling noticed that Wen Qingying was in a state again, kissed his collarbone, and asked, "Do you still want to do it?"

Wen Qingying took a breath, shook her head, organized her words for a few seconds, and said, "This is the first time, sir, I can't stand it."

Almost every sentence made him blush, and with a snap, Tao Ling turned off the bedside lamp: "Sleep!"

Wen Qingying smiled, lay down and hugged him.

The darkness shrouded them, and they approached each other tacitly, their long legs entangled, their fingertips jumped, and they fumbled to start kissing.

You fought for me for a moment, the offensive gradually slowed down, there was no winning or losing, no ups and downs, just blending and lingering, the love suddenly stopped surging, and love became a part of the night.

Very gentle and quiet, just like Wen Qingying usually.

Skin-to-skin contact is such a lovely word, Tao Ling thought.

The next day was Friday, and he still had to go to work. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual when Tao Ling got up, and the whole week of confusion was finally coming to an end.

When I arrived at the flower shop after get off work, the shop had been cleaned up by Wen Qingying. There were a lot of dead branches and leaves accumulated in the past few days, and the shop was a bit empty after the treatment.

Wen Qingying was taking care of a pot of evergreen trees. Tao Ling squatted beside him, looked at each other sideways, and touched their lips.

Tao Ling continued to watch Wen Qingying cut the leaves.

Went back to Tao Ling's place in the evening.

Tao Ling hadn't written much during this period of time. Tao Ling sat on the floor with a pile of professional materials in his arms, leaning against the sofa, next to Wen Qingying's leg, typing on the keyboard on the coffee table.

Wen Qingying found a cushion for him, and sat in the back to read a book.

After a moment of silence, Kou Huai suddenly sent a message: "Are you crazy?"

Tao Ling asked knowingly and responded: "What?"

Kou Huai: "Have you publicly come out as gay?"

Tao Ling: "Is it considered public if it is forced to be exposed? Senior brother, why are you so well-informed? Not only did I come out, I also resigned."

Kou Huai: "...you are awesome."

Tao Ling: "Xia Chaoyang's wife came to see me some time ago."

Kou Huai: "...Jue Xia moved too fast. She came to ask me and I said I didn't know you. Is it no trouble?"

Tao Ling: "The manuscript was rejected in the third review, and I didn't get the ISBN."

Kou Huai: "..."

Tao Ling: "My boyfriend's family is more troublesome. His sister is a lunatic, his uncle is a scoundrel, and he is still a little mute. But the good news is that he is not so dumb now."

Kou Huai: "..."

Tao Ling: "But I'm so happy."

The person on the other side probably suspected that something was wrong with his mind, so there was no news for a long time, and after half an hour, when he came again, he only ruthlessly threw a link to Hu Bo.

Tao Ling clicked on it and saw that it was a submission channel for overseas academic publishing houses.

After reading the website, he smiled and said to Kou Huai: "Senior brother is senior brother." He turned to ask Wen Qingying: "Do you want to go to the cemetery tomorrow?"

Wen Qingying put down the book and looked down at him. Tao Ling said, "I'm with you. I haven't told my brother or aunt yet."

After waiting for two seconds, Wen Qingying smiled sheepishly, nodded, and held his hand.

Wen Qingying talked to the sign language class and changed classes with other volunteers.

The two of us got up early and went to the suburbs together. Before entering the cemetery, we went to the abandoned playground next to it. In spring, everything sprouted, and there were layers of greenness among last year's withered grass.

Holding hands and wandering among the grass, Tao Ling smiled: "Hey, let's just climb over the wall later. We'll go back there last time."

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