#易遇

[meiguicha]

Obsession of Persistent Pulse

Yiyu -易遇 x Reader

Three worlds, three lives, he adores you in each and every single one of them

TW: Canonical character deaths (don't worry it isn't permanent), mentions of torture, not beta read at all and written in a post-exam haze

// Uh I don't think there's even a fandom for this game yet but I need that little freak Yiyu so this mess came to be. This entire thing is based off vibes and the bare minimum of canon details. There are spoilers so tread carefully.

The child is but sixteen years old when you bring him into your home in your first encounter. Through your own efforts, and though you yourself have never so much as spent more than a day with a child, you have somehow managed to raise him. It was no easy task, perhaps for another much more experienced than you, but many a time you found yourself a little helpless on how to care for him. 

No matter, he is a lovely child, one you are undeniably proud of. You must admit, you may be biassed in your judgement, for even when you must return from ‘work’, there is already a full table of home-cooked dishes waiting for you, the house absolutely spotless and the mail collated in a neat pile atop the counter. He requires no urging to complete his work as many children often do, nor have you ever been brought in by his appropriate schooling for behavioural or academic issues. Every report card he brings back sings only praises of his demeanour and performance. Extra-curricular activities were likewise an area he did not falter in. 

Perhaps then one might think him withdrawn from you, unwilling to share woes and joys. Yet again, you could find no fault in him. He took to you easily, and the two of you fell into the roles of auntie and nephew all too easily. That sweet adoring child like sunlight, with wide fluttering eyes of soft grey, you must admit that though this was all part of a bigger plan, of one he should never have to know, whenever he flashed you that bright smile that could win over even the coldest of hearts, you could not help the squeeze of emotion that swells within your ribs.

Unlike most children, you found that he did not develop that rebellious phase that every child seems to fall into upon teenagehood. Rather than the expected shows of defiance or even distance, that child of yours only seemed to strengthen his stickiness. Two birthdays and the only thing he asked for?

“I just want to stay with you.”

You suppose that might have been your first clue that this child you were bound to meet in every world was not one that you could escape so easily. 

You took him travelling within the country for those two birthdays, and it came as no surprise as to how he responded when you asked him once more. This time, you would have taken him out to far more distant lands, to a place that belonged only to the two of you. 

Yet every mission must come to its end. You only wished you did not have to do it when he was at his most joyous. 

The child reached his eighteen years of age, and you distinctly remember those soulful eyes squeezed in joy when you promised to spend time with him for his coming of age, you remember it clear as day. Yet your time was limited, you had to leave this world soon. 

‘I’m sorry, I broke our promise, we couldn’t spend your eighteenth birthday together after all.’

Harsh needles of rain beat against the asphalt road as he watched you die. Caught in an accident perfectly orchestrated by forces this world could not hope to fathom, you feel yourself detach from your body like shedding a skin not quite your own. You watched him, that young child rushing forward to cradle your body within his arms as he cried, all but begging for someone to call an ambulance, anyone, someone. 

No one responds, there is no reaction to his clear distress. He could only hold onto your cold body, shaking from the frigid rain and sorrow, such grief that overtook him that bystanders could likewise express no response other than pity. Your poor child, though you have not spent much time with him, you could not help the squeeze of your chest and the stain of guilt upon your soul, no matter that you were now as much a bystander to his life as those apathetic observers. You had not intended to get as attached as you did, you even bought him an additional gift in your irrationality. 

Too soft-hearted, you did not expect this out of yourself. 

Watching through the hazy veil, your mission was soon to be over. You merely had to sit through the ending to return to your reality. 

He seemed to have felt the gift you prepared pressed against him, a little box in your pocket now cradled in his large hands. Your nephew opened it and the glimmer of the silver ring reached you even then, his hand removing it from the velvet interior with severe care. He pressed it to his lips, his eyes squeezed shut as each second passed with excruciating dilatoriness. When he had finally brought himself to sobriety, when you could finally register his dolour, the ring slipped onto his left ring finger. 

You were buried soon after, a simple headstone that detailed your date of birth and death. There was but one inscription carved onto the dark stone, ‘Most Beloved’. Standing in front of your grave beneath the pouring rain, that child of yours had his head bowed. Dews of rain clung to the tips of hair it could reach, no matter that he was surrounded by a dozen men clad in suits and bearing open umbrellas. 

When he rose, his head remained bowed as though in respect, yet when he took one last look at your eternal resting place, you caught a glimpse of his face. Far more severe and cold, his steel eyes softened just the slightest, just a moment. 

You were scarce to even hear his words, watching his lips move as though in abject silence. You managed to make out a sentence among the rain and mist. 

‘Please, wait for me, I’ll find you.’

In the end, you really thought you could change his descent of vengeance and deration into one much kinder for a child like him. 

You had inadvertently became the catalyst that would send him spiralling down the treacherous road that he was meant to journey. The great founder of Fusheng Corporation who spared no sympathy for those beneath his shoe, the great giant of the financial market who dominated all. No longer was he that sweet sunny child whose very smile could bring about sunshine, but rather a man who could no more feel affinity as much as he could so distinctly feel the burden of lost devotion. 

And yet behind the scenes, Fusheng Corporation hid behind the same veil its very founder had put up around himself.  He found them. He found the people he had been looking for all these years. He completely destroyed a technology company that had been the perpetrators of your very passing, and with each passing day, it seemed that declaring bankruptcy may be their only way out. Yet,you had no doubt that he would hunt down the culprit if only to satisfy the caving loss within him. 

He will find you. 

He will find a way to bring you back.

You find him last alone in his room, unclad from the day’s suits and formalities, bearing nothing but a white button up and casual slacks, that ring still ever on his finger. There is barely any illumination that could shine upon his visage, merely the dim light of a computer screen and meagre bedside lamp. Beyond this room is the persistent rain that beats against the window, the dark clouds casting a dismal shadow upon the world. 

He runs a thumb over the cool metal as his eyes wanders to the framed picture on his desk, an old almost weathered old thing encased in glass and metal. You are next to him with a practised smile and a sun hat atop your head, that child of yours stands close, the ghost of a past that he can never have again. 

“I’m still looking for you,” He whispers, his voice so soft you must strain to hear it. 

His form is hunched over, shoulders drooping as he reaches for the frame. He has lost the very person who brought joy to his life, beyond his revenge, he has nothing to live for. Not even his resolve to bring you back.

You cannot be brought back. 

He brings his ring finger to his lips and presses a chaste kiss, “Auntie, I will find you.”

➽──────────────❥

The child is prophesied to be the next demon king should he fall to the vices of his previous incarnations in your second encounter. He would plunge the world into chaos, taking over the three realms and ruling with tyrannical terror. As his master, you would have to steer him away from his road, or at least, you hoped you would be able to. 

You had established yourself as a trusted member of the jianghu, if only because it meant that you may attract his attention, and if not, then perhaps the position would give you some kind of leverage for information. 

It paid off in the end, for you did not have to search for him when he instead came to you. Yet rather than a young child you could shape and mould away from his destiny, you are granted a teenager to be inducted into disciplehood. You once again take it upon yourself to bring him in, to take care of him as he should be. 

Young Master Yi. 

That is his personage before you find him, before you are approached by a young man with an oiled paper umbrella above his head, shielding the two of you from the rain that falls from the high heavens. Clad in simple white robes and standing tall, he had smiled at you.

‘I found you, master.’

You accepted him as your disciple, sitting atop a sandalwood stool as he served you tea with those beautiful eyes and guileless smile. 

How could such a child possibly be the incarnation of all that is evil in this world? 

How could a young man, with nothing but bright hopes and dreams swirling within him be capable of destroying the world? 

He picked up many skills required of a cultivator easily, as though second nature to him despite his non-cultivational background. You can only suppose it is because of his unique heritage but that did not mean he was nonetheless diligent in his training. If he was not sticking to your side during training, then he was doing as he did in that last world, preparing meals for the both of you, cleaning, as though preparing himself as a tender-hearted maiden. 

They find you. Of course they do, this is this body’s destiny. The high elders just so conveniently find you without your disciple, and you are taken into custody. Albeit, in the original world, things go about far more differently. 

Your disciple was meant to be hated from the start, he was meant to be the white lamb unfairly looked down upon as his morals and integrity corrupted into something far more twisted. He was meant to be betrayed this very moment, for his master to throw him to the wolves the very moment she got. 

Yet, you could not do it. 

Again, once again, against your better judgement, you had grown all too fond of that sweet child. 

Staring up at that disgraceful old coot’s wrinkled face, you felt nothing but disdain for him and the rest of this greater society. With your hands bound with immortal binding cables, though you knew that you were no less weaker than a worm in dry soil, you still mustered the strength to maintain your poise. 

It disgusted you, they disgust you. Wanting to kill a child just because he had the chance to be evil, as if no other person could possibly bear the same possibility themselves? They are no lower than the very evil they claim to abhor. 

You are his master, it is your duty to protect him. You will protect him. 

So you gritted your teeth and refused to answer, biting your tongue and turning your head even as they kicked and beat you. Even as you felt your brain ram against your skull and your throat bring up hot blood, you refused to give up anything. Each dull ache was nothing, nothing if it meant his safety. Spilling past your lips and choking your lungs, you had resigned yourself to this momentary torment. 

Nevertheless, no matter your station or reputation, your disobedience displeased them greatly, made especially so by your persistent protection of who they deemed a threat. As such, they do as any great pillar of virtue and justice do, rewarding your years of hard work with the careful and meticulous stripping of your five senses. 

One touch and your body sets alight in flames, the nerves and vessels laden in your limbs and form ripped through your skin. Another and your eyes blur to inexplicable fogginess before descending into a dark void, another and your ears fill with liquid that block all sounds, another and another and another. 

At the very least, you know your disciple will still be safe. Because you are still alive, and your formations will keep him safe. 

Even if you cannot see his soft grey eyes squeeze in joy, hear his gentle voice in the mornings calling for you to awaken, smell the waft of his orange blossom hair oil or ever feel the way his hair feels in your hands, he will be safe. That is all that matters. 

So why does it hurt? Why does it hurt so much? It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts, it hurts. 

It hurts.

IT HURTS

Once more, yet perhaps in a turn of events unlike the original, you feel your soul detach from your current body, desperately clinging onto the vestiges of what may be considered a more a corpse than living being. Though your body still lives, still breathes, heart still beating within a useless old thing, your soul grips onto life. 

Vaguely, you thought you could hear the remnants of his voice, the soft trill of his words. Only vaguely, for all you could have known, this could have been another trick to lower your guard. It is as though he were speaking beneath the seas, barely a sound passing to your ears. 

“Shifu, I’ll bring you to the Wangyou Sea and find the Jiao Pearl for you.”

“Wait for me, please.”

‘What a shame, I lied to you again.’

You could not keep your promise to him again, how fitting. Your soul that clinged and grasped onto that useless body could only do so for so long, and soon you are relegated to that screen once more. Yet in the last few moments of your death, you think you heard him. 

Your intervention does not help, it never will. Your death, the knowledge that your death was caused by the very immortals meant to be the pillar of virtue plunges your disciple into that dark abyss.

They who have feared him, have become the very cause of his corruption. 

You know that he knows. The whole cultivational world knows. Hot bubbles of magma burst free from a raging volcano, dark clouds of smoke and soot drifting to cover the great blue skies and from within the resentful crucible is your disciple. An anguished cry just manages to reach your ears, his voice once gentle and soft filled with heart-wrenching grief. 

The birth of a new demon king, inaugurated by his greatest loss, embarks on the total and entire subjugation of everything and everyone that has ever brought his master desolation. 

Tall and looming and seething with cold fury. That young man you had raised in this life and another had disappeared, and though you have long past, you could still so palatably feel his sorrow through the thin veil of death. Those cold grey eyes, it was as though a blizzard raged within them, bearing nothing but a wasteland. 

The demon realm, the mortal realm, even the high heavens, none were safe from him. And yet he still searches, continues to find a way to bring you back. But your bodies are nothing but a vessel for a wandering soul, and no matter what he does you will never come back. 

Sitting atop that lonely throne, what did the conquest of three realms mean when you were gone? When you were not there to pat his head and to hold him? 

If he could choose, he would rather return to those simpler times, to when you accepted him, to when you praised him, to when you were by his side. 

‘In another life, I’ll protect you.’

➽──────────────❥

The child you have raised in two worlds stands before you, in a white coat and bearing that gentle smile upon his thin lips. 

He maintains the height he had, though he appears much kinder, much softer than his previous incarnations, with his ash brown hair meticulously styled and his clothes iron-pressed. You think you smell the hint of orange blossoms coming from him, fresh and slightly sweet. 

Yiyu, he tells you. That is his name in this world, and the name you should call him. 

He is a doctor here, and unlike all those worlds, you have no obligation to care for him. 

He is alive and safe here, with no debts to repay and no grudges to hold. 

Laying atop a hospital bed, you can vaguely hear him speaking, perhaps details about your current condition but you could care less. Then, he looks to you, those eyes as though begging you to acknowledge him. You think you hear the whisper of a familiar title, the instinctual urge to press his lips to form that familiar call. 

‘Auntie.’

Your heart sinks yet sings. 

That damned system. After all those worlds, perhaps your soft-heartedness had come from something else. 

The only question you should ask yourself now is, 

Could you bear leaving him again? 

[aishangotome]

Yi Yu (Possessing an Aura of Trustworthiness)

Meeting Incidents

Incident 1:

I don't know if it's because of the humidity of the rainy season, but wild snakes appear from time to time in Yi Yu's modern courtyard. However, I've only ever caught a glimpse of them from a distance before they quickly disappear.

But this time, when I saw a dark, almost black, snake in the courtyard, it didn't leave. Instead, it lingered and slithered around.

I immediately turned and ran. In my panic, I even hugged a big tree and climbed up it. Suddenly, I missed my footing and woke up with a start. I opened my eyes to see Yi Yu softly calling my name.

Unlike the light rain in my dream, the weather today is clear, and sunlight is streaming through the glass windows into the room.

And I am clinging to him just like I was clinging to that tree, my arms and legs wrapped around him. I immediately adjust myself. "Sorry, did I make your arm go numb?"

Yi Yu shakes his head, his gaze gentle. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." Only then do I notice that his clothes are also rumpled, revealing a bit of his chest.

He sat up slightly, seemingly intending to pull the quilt, which had been kicked to one side, back over me. As he moved closer, his chest loomed larger and larger in my view. Subconsciously, I turned my head away, but I still couldn't stop my face from flushing red. Out of sight, out of mind, as they say.

A chuckle came from above. "Do you want to sleep some more? If so, we'll have to have a late lunch."

I haphazardly grabbed the quilt and rolled myself up in it. "I, I'll just laze around for a bit longer."

"Alright, but..." His breath suddenly drew near, his voice laced with amusement. "You're grabbing my sleeve."

I immediately opened my eyes and looked at my hand. Sure enough, I had trapped the quilt and a bit of his sleeve under my elbow.

"Oh, oh..." I lifted my hand and quickly returned his sleeve to its original position, then pretended to be still half-asleep and continued to lie there.

My brain, which wasn't very clear to begin with this early in the morning, felt even more muddled now.

Incident 2:

On weekdays, I often accompany Xu Xian to the mountains to gather medicinal herbs, and I also pick some wild fruits to bring back home.

Fresh wild fruits don't keep well, so I save some for ourselves and sell the rest at a discount to the neighbor who runs the pastry stall.

This way, I've slowly managed to save up some money. It's not much, but it's enough to buy Yi Yu a small gift.

After careful consideration, I chose a silk hair ribbon. It's a light blue color with dark stripes that resemble feathers.

"It's not very expensive, but I'll get you something better later."

Yi Yu seems genuinely surprised, which is rare for him. Finally, he gently accepts the wooden box, a clear smile in his eyes.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Ever since then, Yi Yu has worn that hair ribbon almost every day. When the ribbon flutters gently with his movements, it resembles willow branches swaying in the wind.

One day, I was organizing medicinal herbs when I heard a commotion. Suddenly, Yi Yu stepped in front of me.

It turned out that two customers who were picking up medicine had gotten into a conflict and knocked over things on the counter.

Because Yi Yu shielded me, I wasn't hit by anything, but his back was splashed with ink from an inkstone.

He didn't care about his clothes, though. He immediately took off the hair ribbon to check it, and the end was inevitably stained. Seeing his expression turn cold, I tugged on his sleeve.

"It's okay, I'll give you another one." Yi Yu turned to look at me, and his expression softened.

"There's no need to buy a new one. We can just modify it together."

Then, he took me along as he painted the stain to look like bamboo leaves.

"See, now it's one of a kind, isn't it?"

Incident 3:

It's the rainy season, and the locals are taking advantage of the seasonal bounty by frequently going up the mountain to dig up bamboo shoots and gather mushrooms.

Many of our neighbors who have been treated at the clinic also share these delicacies with us.

While sorting through the ingredients, Yi Yu asks me, "What would you like to eat for lunch?"

Looking at the fresh bamboo shoots and mushrooms in the basket, I naturally can't resist the temptation to try them.

"Can we eat these?"

Seeing me staring intently at him, Yi Yu smiles. "Of course, how would you like them prepared?"

"Hmm..."

Now I'm actually having trouble deciding.

"No worries, follow me."

Yi Yu washes his hands, leads me to the table, and picks up a brush and paper.

He wrote down a variety of cooking methods on the paper, with dishes and flavors from all different cuisines. As I looked at the names of the dishes, it felt like the words themselves had taken on flavor.

"To choose which one you want, and how strong you want the flavor to be, just tick the box next to it."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You writing it all down like this makes it even harder to choose. Why don't you just pick for me?"

Yi Yu's eyes curved into a smile, as if he wasn't surprised at all. Then he selected a few dishes, all with flavors that I usually enjoy.

"I'll make the rest for you later, we can alternate."

"If there's anything else you want to eat, you can add it yourself."

"Do you know how to make everything else too? That's amazing!"

Yi Yu shakes his head. "If I don't know how to make something, I can learn. As long as you're willing to put in the effort, it's not that difficult."

Actually, I originally wanted to take on the task of peeling the bamboo shoots, but Yi Yu said it's better to experience it once and not overdo it, because peeling too many can make your hands hurt. So, in the end, I didn't peel very many.

Incident 4:

It was a rare day with fine weather, and the clinic wasn't busy, so Yi Yu took me out for a boat ride on the lake. With a gentle push of the oars, the small boat glided smoothly across the water, which was as smooth as silk. A large expanse of early lotuses along the shore had already bloomed.

The boat weaved through them, and then Yi Yu stopped in the area where the lotuses were blooming most beautifully. He said,

"If you'd like, you can pick some to take back with us."

"Okay."

The lotuses were within easy reach, making it easy for me to pick them. Just as I picked two flowers and reached out for another, a large something suddenly darted out in front of me.

Caught off guard, I let out a startled cry and fell backward. The next thing I knew, I had tumbled into Yi Yu's arms.

"What's wrong?" He instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist and asked softly in my ear.

"There's... there's something that dashed past."

"Don't be afraid." He turned me around in his arms, gently patting my back. "It was probably an egret or a wild duck. I'll pick some lotuses for you in a moment, alright?"

I nodded, leaning against his shoulder.

Because of my sudden movements, the small boat lost its balance and rocked back and forth, causing Yi Yu and me to bob up and down with it.

The close proximity of our bodies and the intermittent touches made my face feel hot.

"Why is your heart still beating so fast? It seems like you were quite frightened."

Yi Yu seems to have a knack for bringing up exactly what I'd rather not talk about. His tone was clearly concerned, but his soft whispers, so close to my ear, only sent shivers down my spine.

"Come, let me take a look."

He said it as if he was going to examine me, but when I saw that familiar playful glint in his eyes, I knew he was just teasing me.

I gave him a light punch. "No way, you quack doctor."

Incident 5:

I looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table, then looked at Yi Yu, and asked uncertainly, "Are both of these for me?"

"Yes."

Yesterday, I had complimented the noodles from a noodle shop, and today Yi Yu had recreated them for me. However...

"Why did you make the same bowl of noodles twice?"

"The one made earlier and the one made later are naturally different."

"No need to force yourself. Just eat whichever bowl you think tastes better."

I instantly understood. He had probably done that stubborn thing again where he gets fixated on a minor detail and keeps trying to improve it.

So, to be fair, I decided to eat half a bowl of each. And as it turned out, there really wasn't any difference in taste.

Since Yi Yu always likes to buy me things, I decided to take some time to organize my dressing case.

Just as I started tidying up, Yi Yu knocked and came in, then placed a box of rouge on the table. Seeing me put a velvet flower into my hair, he asked, "Do you like that one?"

Actually, I had just bought it and hadn't worn it before, so I was trying it on. But then, remembering the two bowls of noodles from lunchtime, I changed my response.

"Didn't you say this morning that you thought this one looked good?"

Yi Yu raised an eyebrow subtly. "Which of these two do you think suits me better?"

He seemed to consider it for a moment, then picked up another flower and said, "Apologies, it seems I was mistaken earlier."

"Although they both look good on you, this one suits you better."

"Oh, no, I remembered wrong. You said this one looked good this morning, too."

I took this opportunity to express my thoughts: "So you see, you are you, and that won't change no matter what, right? The same goes for me."

Yi Yu paused as he was handing me the flower, then smiled. "Indeed."

----

Card Story

Yi Yu picked up a segment of orange from the plate. It was juicy, but the taste was sour and astringent.

He picked up another segment, but in the end, he swallowed it whole.

The same season, the same variety, yet he still couldn't recapture the taste from his memory.

He had become like the fool who carved a mark on the side of his boat to find a sword he had dropped into the river.

On the stage, the actors were singing, "Let go of the flowing water, turn back from the sea of suffering, and quickly awaken to the root of the orchid."

Tears flowed freely, and the singing stopped abruptly.

Listening to this line, he gave a self-deprecating laugh, stood up, and quietly left the place.

-

The rainy season in Jiangnan is always lingering and tender, but the abundant moisture also easily allows fungal toxins to breed in dark places.

Damp, riddled with holes.

After many years, he returned to Lin'an City.

Since she left, he had embarked on a journey to find her.

Perhaps he should have waited in place, but here, everywhere he looked, there were traces of her life, constantly reminding him of her departure.

The rocking chair by the window, where she liked to keep snacks beside her while lying down and reading novels.

The broken corner of the fan by the medicine-boiling stove, with her slightly crooked stitches from when she mended it.

His usual hair ribbon, the ink stain accidentally splashed on the end, which she carefully painted over to resemble bamboo leaves.

The shop they frequented, where the owner would smile familiarly and say, "Here to buy something for your wife again? The usual?"

Every brick and tile, every plant and tree, seemed to be filled with her presence.

But that rocking chair never swayed again, the fan was quietly placed in the corner.

There was no pair of hands to tie his hair ribbon for him anymore, the snacks he bought remained untouched in the bag until they turned cold...

It was a strange feeling, like lying in damp bedding that hadn't seen the sunlight, as if his whole body was about to grow mold.

So he left too.

He needed to find the fire that would warm him up again.

It was ironic, he was a snake demon, yet he couldn't bear to be without sunshine.

But where to go, he didn't know either. He just kept dredging up and sifting through those memories, piecing together possibilities from her fragmented words.

-

He traveled across the Central Plains, the northern borders, the mountains and rivers, and the lakes and seas. He witnessed heavy snowfall, vast deserts, and perilous peaks shrouded in clouds.

The four seasons flowed beneath his feet, and time slipped through his fingers.

Her scent on his old clothes gradually faded. No matter how much his magic improved, he couldn't preserve even a trace of it.

He curled up slightly within those clothes, as if touching her warmth once more.

This day, he had a dream.

It is very rare for demons to dream.

He dreamt of the time when he first took on human form. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a flower in full bloom.

It was a color he had never seen before, vibrant and passionate, piercing through all the previous gloom.

Before taking human form, as a snake, his world had consisted only of monotonous colors, because he didn't need them. His special visual abilities were enough for him to hunt and survive.

Then, he dug up the entire flower.

He liked it, so he had to have it.

The law of demons was that simple.

He bought the most exquisite flowerpot, prepared the most fertile soil, planted the flower, and watered it and removed insects on time.

But the flower began to wither.

He was a little puzzled. Was the flowerpot too small?

So, he transplanted the flower to the courtyard. Although it stopped wilting further, its leaves seemed to dim.

Why? Wasn't it good here? The original place had sharp gravel and the mountain forest was overgrown with weeds competing for nutrients. Wouldn't it be able to grow better here?

The flower remained silent.

It couldn't tell him the answer.

In the end, he took it back to its original place.

It took root again in the familiar soil, its branches and leaves stretching freely in the wind, as bright as when he first saw it.

Dreams are fragmented and illogical. The next moment, he was sitting by the window of the clinic, holding a book in his hand.

Beside him was she, lying on the rocking chair, smiling at him.

It was a rare sunny day, and the sun was shining brightly. The sunlight streamed through the window lattice, as if trying to melt her into that warm color.

She asked, "And then? What is the ending of the story?"

He looked at the book in his hand, but he couldn't make out the words, only a blur.

He said, "They overcame all obstacles and lived happily ever after."

"Really?" she asked. Her face also started to blur along with the pages.

"Really." He immediately grasped her hand.

She smiled, her eyes curving. "You're lying. I've read this book before. In the end, one of them forgets everything and the other dies. They can never be together."

The brilliant sunlight seemed to melt everything, and even that smile seemed to become cruel.

He raised his hand, but only grasped emptiness.

The book fell to the ground with a thud.

The dream shattered just like that.

...

He opened his eyes. The room was as empty and silent as ever, only the comb she used to use had fallen beside the bed, lying there quietly.

He got up, picked it up, put it back in the case, and then walked to the corridor.

The rain had just stopped, and there were still water droplets on the eaves and grass blades. He sat down at the wooden table in the corridor and took out the hairpin from his arms.

It was a green jade bamboo hairpin, still carrying his faint body warmth. He caressed the hairpin and looked at the copper coins and divination symbols on the table.

He didn't actually believe in fate, but when it came to her, he was like a devout believer, burning incense and driven to madness.

Throughout the long years, he had also divined countless times, trying to find out where she was and when they would meet again.

But without exception, it was impossible to calculate, impossible to predict.

She was nowhere to be found, as if such a person never existed in the world.

But he clearly remembered everything about her, every word she said. She said they would meet again, so he firmly believed it.

He casually started a divination. It might be another disappointment, but it didn't matter. He was used to waiting.

A sudden gust of wind ruffled the spring water in the pond, and the wind chimes under the eaves made a clear, melodious sound.

The scales on his chest suddenly became hot, as if dead ashes had been rekindled.

The spinning of the copper coins on the table stopped, revealing a surprising result that seemed like an illusion.

He looked up in the direction of the Broken Bridge. The real stirrings in his heart, the re-intensified connection, clearly told him:

She had come back.

Like a long-awaited spring finally arriving after a hundred years.

[gayerst]

大半夜p的笑得想死

[ss-452]

PQAmarket是真的還是假的？PQAmarket坑人嗎？PQAmarket安全嗎？PQAmarket正規嗎？目前已經有上百名受害者通過網絡安...

[ss-452]

PSDC是真的還是假的？PSDC可靠嗎？PSDC坑人嗎？PSDC安全嗎？PSDC正規嗎？目前已經有上百名受害者通過網絡安全專家拿回被騙的血汗錢 ...

[conqueror-taiwan]

瑞憶科技發展與未來展望：從嘉義走向國際的雷達之夢！

前言: 嘉義的瑞憶科技走向國際，以其創新的GPS及雷達技術征服全球市場。他們的明星產品征服者 GPS CXR-9008 -wifi版，不僅具有卓越的測速功能，還擁有全彩液晶、雲端服務等貼心設計。這家公司不僅是科技巨頭，更是全球行車安全的守護神。讓我們一同探索未知的道路，與瑞憶科技攜手，享受科技帶來的行車樂趣吧！

科技巨頭，嘉義出征！ 🌏🛠️

嗨，親愛的車迷們！今天我們要介紹的是來��台灣嘉義的科技領頭羊 - 瑞憶科技有限公司。這家成立於1993年的公司，以其創新的GPS及雷達技術，成功征服了大中華市場，成為行車安全的領頭羊！🚀

市場的領頭羊🐐，他們的產品如何征服你的心？🌎❤️

瑞憶科技的產品線涵蓋了GPS、雷達測速器、雷射防護罩等領域，讓您在行車中如虎添翼。而他們的明星產品，征服者 GPS CXR-9008 -wifi版 全彩液晶雷達測速器，更是行車界的一股清流。現在道路交通管理處罰條例三讀通過，條例中對於「危險駕駛」的條件進行了修改，將原本的超速60公里降低為40公里，同時罰款上限也有所提高。這意味著開車變得更加嚴格，一不小心就可能面臨罰款甚至吊扣牌照6個月的處罰。

征服者 GPS CXR-9008 -wifi版，不僅測速，更懂你的需求！🚀🛣️

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盲點抗擾，遇盲點只有雷達波，不會打擾您的心情！🙉

瑞憶科技貼心地為您考慮到盲點抗擾功能，在非測速警示路段遇盲點偵測干擾時，只會顯示雷達波，不會有語音警示，確保您的行車體驗不受打擾。而在警示路段，車速30以上才會有語音提醒���既保護了您的耳朵，也確保了您的安全。就連現在最夯的科技執法路段，GPS CXR-9008 -wifi版 也會溫馨的提醒您，讓您提前做好準備，免於被拍到的困擾。

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除了優秀的雷達功能外，征服者 GPS CXR-9008 -wifi版更提供了強大的雲端服務。您可以透過wifi連線，自動更新軟體，獲取即時的新聞、天氣和路況報告，讓您在行車中隨時了解周遭環境，享受更便捷的行車生活。

瑞憶科技，不只是科技公司，更是全球行車安全的守護神！👾🛡️

瑞憶科技一直秉持著國際化的經營理念，努力推陳出新，不斷發展。擁有超高標準微波雷達的技術服務團隊，是公司驕傲的象徵。在全球市場的競爭中，瑞憶科技以其高品質的產品、可靠的技術，贏得了眾多國家的認可與好評。

結語：瑞憶科技，為您的行車生活增添一抹科技之光！🌈🚗

���結來看，瑞憶科技有限公司不僅是一家科技公司，更是行車領域的領先者。他們的征服者 GPS CXR-9008 -wifi版 全彩液晶雷達測速器，結合了先進的技術和貼心的功能，為您的行車生活帶來更多的樂趣和安全。讓我們一起征服未知的道路，與瑞憶科技攜手，享受科技帶來的行車樂趣吧！

[zlmusicchannel]

被骗钱的大揭秘：为什么好不容易存到的钱会被骗光？越抠门越容易遇到骗子？揭秘骗子的思维陷阱！#被骗钱 #骗子 #越抠门越容易遇到骗子 #存钱 #被骗光

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#被骗钱的大揭秘为什么好不容易存到的钱会被骗光越抠门越容易遇到骗子揭秘骗子的思维陷阱

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📌 内容简介：你有没有想过为什么你辛辛苦苦存下的钱会被骗光呢？为什么抠门的人更容易成为骗子的目标？在这个视频中，我们将揭示被骗钱的真相，并深入探讨骗子使用的思维陷阱。了解防范骗局的关键，保护你的财务安全，让你不再成为骗子的下一个目标！

 🔍 影片重点：

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3️⃣ 骗子使用的思维陷阱和心理战术

4️⃣ 防范骗局的实用方法和策略

 🔔 在这个视频中，你将了解到：

✅ 对被骗钱现象的深入了解

✅ 骗子使用的心理战术揭秘

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[hngjkh]

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[ss-452]

Redmart是真的還是假的？Redmart可靠嗎？Redmart坑人嗎？Redmart安全嗎？Redmart正規嗎目前已經有上百名受害者通過網...

[chikuri]

マスコミ 「大阪万博バイト時給は1850円!」 地元企業 「万博に人材を取られる」 マスコミ 「TSMC関連、工場清掃は時給1800円!」 熊本の採用担当者 「人材獲得の難易度が急に上がってしまった」 マスコミ 「コストコの時給1500円!外資系の全国一律『好待遇』が話題に!」 群馬の経営者 「時給1500円は無理」「勘弁してほしい」 私「1日8時間･月20日働いたとして、時給1500円なら年収288万円。時給1800円でも年収345万円です。それを『好待遇!』『バブル!!』などと扱ってる時点で、マスコミも経営者も採用担当者も、ひいては我々の感覚もマヒしてるんじゃないですか」

新田 龍 / X

[meichenxi]

I procrastinated yesterday and wrote a story about the never ending intermediate plateau of language learning in chinese instead

here you go. it's got a god in it!

please don't correct anything lol. this was a learning experience and I am absolutely certain there are many things wrong with it. in fact there better be.

feat. excessive misremembering of guzhuangju vocabulary

中级草原

你睁开眼睛，猛然醒过来。这是哪儿呢？

四野都是慢慢的草原。寒风吹动草叶，冷得叫你快要冻僵了。你转身往后看，但又是一望无际的草原，远方环绕着碧绿的群山，山顶笼罩在薄雾之中。你恐慌地喊道，’有人吗?‘

你的声音在广阔的草原中回荡，唯一的回声。四周是一片死般的寂静。你皱了眉，想了想。

你到底在哪儿？发生了什么？又怎么能回家？

你好像一个人在草原中，没有半点人生的痕迹。你拖着脚往前走，四肢发抖。这到底是什么养的噩梦？

不久后，你的脚突然碰到了地上的什么东西，把你差点儿摔了一脚。你蹲下把东西捡起来，看它一眼。是 - 是 -

是一本书？！

你下意识地闭上了双眼。你的心跳渐渐下降。你心里想：这地方真是太吓人了吧! 只不过是一本书而已，凭什么把我吓成这样？

但不管怎么说服自己，你还是不能完全放松警惕。这整个地方处处都有异常，那本书肯定也是。万一有人对它下了咒？你的心跳在耳朵里回荡。你想了片刻，又想不起来别的办法试探它，终于鼓起了勇气，打开眼睛又看它一眼。

这次才发现，书上果然有字！

你双手发汗，伸手把书上的草叶擦一擦。

书上写着：’此处乃是中级草原，文神之地！中级学者以‘高级学者’之名装做语言高手，天下大罪！罪人一律处罚，毫无例外！’

啊？文神？你没看错吧？反正你的中文没那么好，有可能是你的阅读水平不够好。但书上明明写着 ’文神‘ 二字。

唉。你原本只是想睡一场午觉，怎么闹到这种地步？！文神。原来仙侠剧讲的都是实话，还��有此事！但中级草原又是什么？

你把书翻到第一页。乍看起来什么都没有，又看了一眼，黑黝黝的字突然出现了！

你结结巴巴地把第一行读出来 -

’文神不容辩解！自称高级学者，态度傲慢，行为无礼，惩罚如下：万年深刻反省，不许归回人间！文神待人宽大，从轻处罚，请罪人鞠躬谢恩！‘

又是中级草原！自称高级学生？谁是自称高级学生？你骄傲的想：可我明明已经是高级学生了，怎么会有如此丢脸的下场。。。！而且这哪里算是待人宽大，从轻处罚呢？还有最后一句 - 把她困在这里，人家还要你鞠躬致谢！

你心里想：这个文神说我态度傲慢？我看他才是!

你回头看一眼，依旧是茫茫的草原。你叹了口气。不知道为什么，但你突然不害怕。到了这个地步，害怕又有什么用？

也不是你第一天遇到难处。学中文的路程中哪天没有困难？

你的脸上露出一丝深沉的微笑。你心里想：每个难关是可以渡过的，而且你已经会写繁体字了。这世界上还有更可怕的事请吗？

你抬头看了天空，低声道，‘好吧。是！我承认：我是说自己是高级学生了，我是觉得自己很厉害了！我都承认！但你知道什么吗？学到今天都不容易！我为了中文把所有给我人生意义的爱好都放弃了，跟我的吉他分手了，甚至抛弃了我亲爱的电视！你还要我自卑吗？我不会！我为自己做出的一切感觉非常的骄傲！你说我是中级学生，高级学生，我都无所谓！你说的这些等级只不过是人造的分别！你看！大自然有山，有人，有树，有水！那天下还有高级的水吗？中级的树？你告诉我，这样说有道理吗？’

你的眼睛闪着愤怒的光芒，继续道：‘我不会放弃的。我的中文会好的，我对自己有信心。无论你怎么测试我，我都会接受！每一个挑战，我都会站起来迎接！这是我的诺言。你说文神待人宽大吗？要不这样：你给我一年的学习时间。一年后你下来测试我，我不会阻拦你的。如果我让你失望，那就依你处理吧！我发誓，我会接受处罚的，绝不会逃走。‘

你嗓音清亮道：’但是我若是表现得好 - 你得放过我才是。如果这次的诺言你不想遵守，我会向所有的仙人喊冤！天上的各个神仙，地下的各个妖魔鬼怪，都会知道你做事不正当，行为不轨呀！听到了吗？你这么强大的神仙欺负我，一个没信徒没法力的凡人，你怎么给他们一个交代？天庭哪儿会容得下这种品行呢？你总得给我一个机会改错吧？这样才算是宽大待人。文神大人，您看如何？‘

乌云遮天，电闪雷鸣。你闭上了双眼，不由地 ’啊！‘了一声，睁开眼睛后就看见 - 就看见 -

有一个男人站在你面前。此人穿着白衣，长发漆黑，面容慈和，姿态优美。他左手拿着一把扇子，右手不停地把玩碧绿的玉佩，具有学者风度。

你震惊地跪下去，深深地鞠了一个躬。‘文神大人！‘

你心里想: 完了完了，还真有此人，我死定了！

有一个温和的声音道：’好了好了，别喊了。免礼平身！‘

你谨慎地站了起来，惊奇地看着他。你心里想：啊，我刚才为什么要惹他生气。。。！

他微微一笑，双眼闪着深不可测的光芒。

你终于咳嗽一声。‘大人，这是。。？ ‘

白衣文神轻轻地笑了一声。’还能是什么？你的请求，我准了。’ 他的声音斯文，双眼却炯炯发光，让你浑身冰凉。‘其实你根本没必要这样威胁我。像你这样口才好的凡人真是难得！你的中文也不错，但关键是确实还没达到高级水平啦。你可知罪？’

你低声道：‘小人知罪。‘

他又笑了一声。‘嗯，不错，敬语也学会了！那我们随你办事吧。我想给你这次机会。一年之后，我会回来找你，看看你有没有你说的本事。如果你真让我失望，我可饶不了你哦。‘

他嘴角上挂着会心的微笑。

过了半响，你嗓音颤抖地道：‘那 - 那我现在怎么办？’

他眨一下眼，道：’好好读书！‘

文神把清白的扇子扇了两次，潇洒地挥手，一道闪电划过了天空。你震惊地用手保护眼睛，睁开双眼 -

你一抬头，他就消失了。

你松了口气。草原依旧是一望无际的绿海，天空又回到了蓝色。只有一点不同：地上又有一本书。你蹲下把它捡了起来，发现这这本比另一本大。书名叫：‘现代汉语大词典。‘

你无奈地笑了一声。除了微风吹动草叶以外，草原是静止的。你把书打开，从第一词条开始学习，心里想：的教训我接受了，我再也不会说自己是高级学生了。但我回凡间之后，一定能把HSK6级考得好！

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(also for legal reasons the bit about traditional chinese was a joke. I'm just still completely illiterate by hand in chinese so. it remains my greatest demon)

[lgbtqromance]

田径体育异男

我叫李子昂，就读於北市一间体育大学，主修田径。虽然说运动员每日的训练量不容小覷，但年轻的肉体总是蕴含著惊人的精力，附近又有一所音乐大学，淫糜的故事不断在同学之间流传，像是主修钢琴的校花跟练跳远的Eason、练举重的Teddy大搞3P，最后各被无套中出了两次，听说好一阵子下不了床，等一下了床从此就跟��位肌肉棒子好上，据说无时无刻想要討干，甚至有人谣传在学校厕所看到校花帮两位体育健將口交，一脸陶醉沉迷。

我虽然不比其他人纵慾，但那並不代表我输给他们了。相反的，长年练田径的我肌肉虽然不比其他人壮硕，但精实的胸肌和壁垒分明的腹肌和腰身，我可是一点都没少，一双长腿黝黑笔直，虽然没什么腿毛，但不是我自夸。每次和隔壁音乐系的学妹上床，17公分的阳具总是顶到学妹最深处，让她花枝乱颤、淫水直流，每次都让学妹一边喊著受不了了，一边又要我射进去，有时候心情不好，甚至还会故意操久一点，让学妹受不了尿在床上。总是在床上叱吒风云的我，总是可以满足所有女人的需求，却没有想到有一天我也会爱上操男人的感觉。

我和主修篮球的龙哥住在北市的一间小公寓里，除了厕所跟客厅就只有两间房间。两个男人生活的环境必定不会太好，客厅总是散落著喝过的啤酒、或者是穿过的內裤，但今天的客厅却有人整理过，龙哥的房门没开灯，我心想应该是不在家，便脱了精光准备洗澡。

不得不说一下我跟龙哥都有一个怪癖，就是不喜欢穿衣服。这个癖好是在我们住在一起半年后一次喝酒才知道的，从那之后不管对方有没有在家，想全裸的时候就会全裸，反正大家都是男的也不在意。

从浴室出来时，连身上的水珠也没擦乾，由於太热而扩散的子孙袋摇摇摆摆撞击著大腿，正思考著晚餐要如何打发，一道身影从龙哥的房间走出，却不是龙哥。

「誒！？抱歉，抱歉，我不知道龙哥带朋友回来！」

来人身高不高，大约只有168公分，身体很厚实却很白，还有著即使穿著T-SHIRT也掩盖不住的胸肌、二头肌。他看到我的裸体，唰的一下脸就红了：「我以为是龙哥在洗澡，我想要厕所，没想到是他室友回来了。」

「喔喔，龙哥没有跟我说他带朋友回来。」看著他白皙的脸上一抹显而易见的红，我突然兴起戏謔这个人的念头：「干嘛脸红阿，哈哈，没看过男人裸体吗？」

「恩……有。」

我注意到他用眼角余光打量著我。「那还这么害羞，不是大家都有的���西嘛哈哈，还是说你想摸摸看？」不知为何觉得戏謔非常有趣，说著就拉著他的手往自己肉棒上贴，想不到他也没躲就这么摸了上来。

「怎么样，大吧？」我寡廉鲜耻地问。

「恩……好大，跟龙哥的差不多大了……」

「哈哈，原来你这傢伙也看过龙哥的啦。」

我以为他马上就会把手收回去，想不到他就这么搓揉了起来。而且……就算我两天没有打枪了，也不至於硬的这么快吧！他的手並不细，甚至手上有些厚茧，然后这些厚茧却带给我不小的刺激，他的手指一下子滑过冠状沟，一下子用手掌包覆整个龟头轻轻转动，另一只手更是搭上了玩弄两颗睪丸。

从来没有想过男人的手也可以带来这么刺激，起码比起其他女生轻柔柔的挑逗还更舒服。

「恩……好爽，都勃起了。」我往后靠在墙壁上，用眼神示意他继续。谁叫我两天没有清枪，而眼前又有双手帮自己打枪，虽然是个男人，但闭上眼睛享受也不坏。

「干……好爽……阿……」自己昂然的肉棒突然进入到一个湿润又热腾腾的狭窄空间，睁开双眼这个男人竟然在帮我口交，男人！？但是……干，好爽，比我遇过的所有女生都还会吹。

两片湿润的嘴唇包覆住我高涨膨胀的龟头，大量的口水在他口中分泌达到了润滑的效果，一个壮硕的男人跪在地上，用一种接近虔诚、遇见自己最心爱之物的態度在帮我口交，这点让我非常兴奋，看著他向內凹地的帅气脸颊，自己的龟头被舔的油亮亮，不时与他上顎摩擦，繫带则被舌头不断地挑逗。

空气中充斥著他故意发出噗嗤、噗哧的吸允声，我心里虽然抗拒男人帮我口交，但所体验到的快感却是精采绝伦，使得我摆动我的狗公腰，快速的进出狭窄的通道，巨大的快感压过了理智，压住他的头每一下摆动我都用力干到最深，享受龟头跟喉间摩擦的快感，无数眼泪从他眼中流出，却无法阻止我勃发的性慾。

「干！干死你这张嘴，吃很爽吗？再吃阿！干死你。」臃肿的龟头穿过嘴唇，粗壮的茎干挺进，他的脸几乎埋在我的阴毛中：「干，爱吃就让你吃，爱吃屌是吧？老子屌好吃吧！」

越来越高涨的快感促使我加速摆动臀部，17/5的大阴茎快速抽擦著他的嘴。

「干、好爽阿！要射了干，要射了射了……啊！」用力將他的脸埋进我的阴毛中，我的肉棒在他喉咙间��缩，然后將大批的精液射了进去，我知道今天量一定很多，因为我起码抽动了七、八下。高潮的快感持续了快十秒，然后我才放开他的头，看著他满面潮红的在地上咳嗽，一时之间不知道怎么反应，只好拿了卫生纸给他，一边帮忙拍背：「你……还好吧？」

「没、没事，但是你射好多。」他阳光的笑著，比著肚子：「都在这里了喔。」

「痾……对不起……」本来温驯害羞他的突然变得阳光，这种转变让我脑袋一时转不过来愣在原地。

「我叫佑轩！」

「你、你好，我是子昂……。」

说著佑轩脱掉了衣服，厚实胸膛有两粒激凸的粉红色奶头，八块腹肌整整齐齐，粗壮的大腿跟小腿说明了这个人时常锻链，身体强度可能还比我强。而他两腿间的小佑轩已经勃起，大约15公分的长度但跟我差不多粗，形状非常漂亮，龟头还是粉嫩的。

「我也想出来……。」

「蛤？」这意思、是要我也帮他吹吗？

「你可以摸我奶头吗？」他这句话倒是解了我的围。虽然平常没有跟男人有过这么多亲密举动，也丝毫不感兴趣，但这个男人刚刚帮我做了这么多事情，实在不忍心拒绝……何况，这男人的身体其实也不赖。剑眉星目的娃娃脸配上壮硕的肌肉，一身皮肤比女人还白，其实我並不反感……我在想什么啊？

他又重新跪在我面前，引导著我的手去摸他的奶头，两颗小小的粉红色的凸起点，而且非常敏感，才刚摸到他就开始淫荡的呻吟，健壮的手臂快速著套弄自己阴茎。

「恩……好舒服、干……好淫荡啊，奶头好舒服啊，好喜欢被摸，啊……，���淫荡死了。」

看著如此优质的男人跪在我腿前发骚，说心中一点悸动都没有是骗人的，因此跨间的肉棒又隱隱开始甦醒，而他也没有放过这个机会，又凑了上来开始吸允，像个孩子吃著棒棒糖一样。虽然刚射完精，但他第二波攻势並不强烈，因此没有感到太多不適，感觉又是慢慢回来了。

「怎么办，这样我打不出来……」佑轩抬头看著我，眼睛里带著小狗的无辜，让我肉棒又坚挺了几分。

「那怎么办？」

「可以……干我吗？」

「蛤！」我脑海里面一阵空白，男人！？男人要怎么干？

佑轩却背对我趴了下来，然后高高翘起屁股，掰开自己多肉紧实的屁股，露出中间狭小的粉红色隙缝，像只母狗一样等著交配。

「放、放得进去吗？」要把我17/5的大屌放进去那条细缝里面，怎么可能办的到？

「可以的，涂点口水，拜託子昂哥哥干我吧，骚穴好痒啊……哥哥用肉棒帮人家止痒吧……。」说著开始扭动屁股，见此我也顾不得什么理智，毕竟我的肉棒又硬到不行急需发泄。

往他屁眼吐了两口口水，扶著我的龟头瞄准那条粉红色的隙缝挤过去。刚开始非常的紧，几乎没有推进的可能，肛门的肌肉紧紧夹住我的龟头，肉壁与龟头摩擦的感觉非常明確，虽然没有女人的阴道那么热，但绝对比女人还紧，接著佑轩的屁股用力，像是要將我的阴茎挤出去，却是让我更进来几分。

「干，好大……好爽……要被填满了。」佑轩的语气带著巨大的满足。

「干，好紧……怎么会这么紧……。」我此刻像是哥布伦发现新大陆，慾望与好奇並存，一方面又惊讶於屁眼伸缩的弹性。

肉棒挤开几乎没有空间的肠壁一点点顶进，一直到17公分的肉棒全部放了进来了仍然感觉有空间。佑轩迷茫喊著：「恩……到底了，好舒服啊……」

慢慢的我开始活塞运动，操男人还是第一次做，每次抽出到肛门口时，就会出现一股阻力，慢慢挺进到最里面，感觉肠壁里的肉正在摩擦自己肉棒，每一次抽插几乎都是整根拔出在插进来。

「干、没想到干男人的穴也这么爽！」我慢慢加速的一抽一动，看佑轩的屁股整根吃进我的肉棒，淫荡的画面让我每次都加重动作，撞击在佑轩的肉臀在上发出啪、啪、啪的声音，佑轩的屁眼像是有什么魔力按摩的肉棒非常舒服，我一边揉捏佑轩的奶头，一边享受抽插的快感。

整个客厅都是佑轩叫床的声音。

「啊啊啊……子昂哥哥干死我了，干老公的大鸡巴……」

「嗯啊……干的老婆好爽，干死我的骚穴了。」

「干！我是你的母狗，把精液都射进来，想要在帮妳生个小母狗啊……好爽……」

而我此刻忘情地投入到这场性爱中，我的上半身紧贴著佑轩的背部，两手揉捏著佑轩的乳头，我发现只要一捏乳头佑轩就会忘情地叫床，甚至把自己当成被干的母狗。我不断换著姿势，直到硕大的龟头顶到一个略为粗糙的点，只是一下佑轩像是被电到一般，称在地板上的双手一抖险些撑不住。

我知道我找到了，就像女生有G点一样，我猜想男生也会有点可以刺激。佑轩发出一声难以置信的欢愉叫床，身体差点软倒在地，强烈的快感让佑轩全身都在发抖：「老公继续操我，老婆好爽……不要停……」

我高高抬起臀部，硕大的龟头留在佑轩的肛门口，重重的插了进去摩擦佑轩的G点，然后再一次。我像个慢速打桩机，每一下都重重的撞在佑轩的G点上，佑轩这时候已经被我干到迷茫了，被我撞击一下G点就叫床一次。然后我慢慢加速��紧紧抱住佑轩无力瘫软的上半身。

「不行了…好老公……老婆要被干出来了…老婆要被干出来了……不行了……」

闻言更是激起我的热情，干出来？男人也可以被干到射精吗？重重的往肉穴里面撞击，佑轩的声音越来越已经由叫床转为喜悦地哭泣，我伸手握住他的龟头，精液马上喷涌而出，尽数贡献在我的右手。

干，这个男人被我干到射精了。原来干男人竟然比干女人更有征服感，征服一个肌肉剽悍的鲜肉竟然如此愉快。我的阴茎还留在佑轩体內，佑轩的肉棒没有消肿，甚至他也还没从射精的剧烈快感回復过来。

「我还没射呢！」

我躺下来，让佑轩跨坐在我身上，这是我最喜欢的骑乘式，还没让佑轩做好反映我就猛然往上顶。

「老公还没射老婆怎么可以休息呢？」

这个体位给佑轩的刺激显然更大，佑轩的鼻涕和眼泪喷涌而出，我知道这个人已经爽到了极致，无法分辨现在的状况了。

「老公不行了……不要了……太爽了受不了……呜…」佑轩的手努力想要撑起自己的身体，见状我马上將他的手压住不让他离开，强迫他接受我的抽插。这个姿势更可以看见我粗黑的肉棒干进佑轩的肉穴里，甚至抽插时被我翻出的一点新肉也看得很清楚。

「不要动，老公要让你爽到死掉。」在佑轩高潮后我的粗黑屌依旧攻击他的G点没有鬆懈。

「啊啊啊……要尿尿了…老公让老婆尿尿吧……受不了了…屁眼好爽……鸡鸡也好爽……啊……。」

「老公……休息一下…啊……老婆骚穴被干烂了……。」

不断的抽插使我的极限也快要到了，因此更是尽全力摆动腰力。

「不行了…快停…啊不行了……老婆…老婆又要射了…」

但这次从佑轩肉棒里喷涌而出的不是精液，而是黄澄澄的尿液，这波高潮让佑轩屁股的紧度达到巔峰，虽然我仍然干著肉穴，却缩短了我达到高潮的时间。

「呜呜…尿尿了…好爽…不行了…」

「啊啊啊！！！」我因为即將到来的高潮大吼。

佑轩的屌是上翘屌，黄澄澄的尿液原本只是流出，到后来变成喷涌，全部都尿在佑轩自己身上，然后再往下流到我身上，而我也达到了高潮，在佑轩外翻的肉穴里射出白浊的精液。

佑轩健壮的身体压在我身上，沉甸甸的却不討厌，却是趴在我身上睡著了。我疲软的阴茎从佑轩身中退出，还带著因为高速抽插而產生的白色泡沫，方才射进去的精液此刻全都流了出来，佑轩的屁眼已经变成了我的形状。

我大口喘著气，知道自己以后已经离不开操男人屁眼，尤其是佑轩的屁眼。现在唯一的问题是，我要怎么跟龙哥解释地板上的尿液呢？

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「宮崎正弘の国際情勢解題」　

　　令和六年（２０２５年）１月４日（土曜日）

　　　　通巻第８５７８号　＜前日発行＞

　日本の産業の華、自動車業界は深刻な状態に陥っている

　　　日産とホンダ、三菱自工はなぜ経営統合するのか？

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

　ＧＤＰ世界二位と誇らしげだった曾ての経済大国・日本は、２０１１年に中国に抜かれ三位となり、２２年にはドイツに抜かれて、世界第四位に転落した。まもなくインドに追い抜かれそうだ。

　と思いきや、いまや日本は韓国にもぬかれて「名目ＧＤＰ」は世界第２２位である。なんという凋落ぶりだろう。

　この数字は内閣府が２０２４年１２月に発表した「国民経済計算の年次推計」により、２３年の我が国の名目ＧＤＰはひとりあたり３３８４９ドルで、ＯＥＣＤ加盟国の３８ヶ国中、じつは、２２位に後退していた。ただし統計はドルを建値としているため過度の円安を忖度する必要があるが、この要因を加味しても、劣勢は変わらない。

そのうえ日本の世帯の半数以上は６５歳という高齢化社会、曾てのダイナミズムは息切れどころか、殆ど失われている。「団塊の世代」はすでに現場を離れ、老人ホームが各地で盛業中だ。日本の産業は鉄鋼、造船、機械、自動車、精密部品から「介護」に移転した。

　日本の産業の代表格だった鉄鋼は、粗鋼生産の首位を中国に明け渡して以来、インドにもぬかれて第三位に転落した（以下４位が米国、５位ロシア、６位韓国、７位ドイツ、８位がトルコ、９位ブラジル。そして１０位はイランである＜出典「世界鉄鋼協会、２０２３年＞）。　

まして１月３日、バイデン大統領は日本製鉄のＵＳスチール買収を阻止するとした。この措置により日米鉄鋼業は「なかよく」衰退へ向かう。きっと中国とインドは祝杯をあげているだろう。

　昨今、半導体のトップを台湾、二位を韓国に譲って以来、日本の半導体は技術開発競争で、はるか後塵を拝してきた。

中国は台湾侵攻を企て、世界一の半導体製造企業ＴＳＭＣをそのまま工場ごと飲みこむと言いだし、危機感を募らせた米国の梃子入れで、日本は官民挙げて、いきなり２ナノ半導体を生産するラピダスを北海道千歳に設立した。

ふたたび世界トップクラスを狙うことになったわけだが、ハイテク半導体開発競争で二十年の空白を回復するには時間がかかるだろう。

　花形は自動車だった。トヨタのレクサスはＢＭＷ、ベンツと並んだ評価を得てきた。突然変異は脱炭素、地球温暖化というフェイク情報により、いきなり中国のＥＶが優勢となったことだ。

アメリカのＧＭ、フォードなど三大巨人は技術開発の遅れが目立ち、ドイツのＶＷは国内工場を閉鎖すると言いだし、ルノー、プジョー、イタリアのフィアット、英国のオースチンも昔の面影はない。

　▼日産とホンダはなぜ経営統合に踏み切るのか

　衝撃ニュースはホンダと日産の経営統合だ。

これに三菱自工が加わる動きをしめしている。中国のＢＹＤの追い上げは凄まじく２０２３年には販売が中国市場に限って言えば、４０％以上の増加となって、テスラを抜いた。ここに異業種のアップルやファーウェイ、鴻海精密工業などがＥＶにソフト面で算入する。欧米勢は自動車工場で大量のレイオフを実施し、明日の衰退を射程にいれているかのようだ。

　ＢＹＤの中国市場寡占状態は、中国に進出した欧米、日本勢を脅かし、日産と東風汽車は蘇州の合弁工場を閉鎖してしまった。日本車の中国市場でのシェアはほぼ半減である。

　テスラはあれほど熱烈に中国から歓迎されたが、ＢＹＤの躍進を前に、露骨なプレッシャーに遭遇した。イーロンは中国漬けになった側面があって、台湾問題では「平和的統一が望ましい」と誰かに吹き込まれた無内容な発言を繰り出している。

　中国ばかりか、タイでは日本車のシェアが９０％から７６％に激減した。日産はタイの工場でレイオフに踏み切った。

　日本の自動車関連産業にはたらく労働者は、部品下請け、孫請けに関連企業をふくめると５５８万人である。この日本の重要産業地図が中国のＥＶに蚕食されつつある。この惨状を政治は認識できていないようである。

　次世代のハイテクを切り開くのは生成ＡＩ、チャットＧＰＴといわれるが、この分野では米国の先行ぶりが顕著である。世界の議論はＡＩをいかに規制するかだ。しかしながら新しいルールづくりに日本は参加を要請されていない。

ただしＡＩリスク監視の国際基準つくりはＯＥＣＤが運用することになり、マイクロソフト、オープンＡＩ、グーグル、メタのほかフ��ンスのミストラル、カナダのアコーヒア、そして日本からはＮＴＴとＮＥＣが加わっている。

　この傾向、トレンドがみえた段階でエヌビディアが突出して優位にたち、逆に米国の王者だったインテルは激しく後退した。インテルのＣＥＯは辞任することになり、曾ての栄光のポジションから降りる。

　次世代のもうひとつのビジネスは宇宙。とくに独自通信網を構築するために中国は自国だけの「スターリンク」構築に乗り出した。

この脅威を前にして日本の遅れは決定的である。

　イーロン・マスクの「スペースＸ」が打ち上げたスタ－リンクだが、中国は国有企業「中国衛星網路集団」、上海市政府の「上海垣信衛星科技」ならびに民間企業の「北京藍箭鴻撃科技」などが壱万から壱万五千個の低軌道通信衛星を打ち上げている。

　中国は月の裏側に米国に先駆けて上陸し、またＩＣＢＭ６００基という軍事技術を誇るから低軌道通信衛星のシステム構築は比較的容易だ。これらは日米が急いできた次時世代通信「６Ｇ」時代のインフラ構築である。すでに中国は宇宙で地球測位システム「北斗」を運用している。

　これからの日本の出番？　

[yeekunaus]

【Hi-Fi Rush/卡尔×阿茶/羽甘茶】Hypothetical Romance 假定浪漫

一个高智商的傲娇笨蛋为了奇怪的目的策划了一场浪漫约会

小狐狸阿茶初具雏形（狐控狂喜）

本篇别名：甄足党魅力时刻

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这就是放任男友和与自己关系不好的妹妹交好的结果。卡尔坐在沙发上单手捧着书，右手边是正抱着本漫画看得津津有味的阿茶。说真的，到底谁想出来的往现在这个器官里再加一段代码，还是个不稳定复现的bug？我是色狼所以活该一有反应就被定住？怎么不说这小子一直在勾引我呢。

卡尔非常不满。第一次使用新工具的甜头在他脑子里盘旋，第一次让他发现（或者说，“遭遇”）这个不稳定bug后阿茶那句甜美的挑逗更是在记忆里挥之不去（他绝对是故意的，他已经知道我喜欢他这么做了），至少存续了好几周一直到现在。他愤愤抓了一下沙发背，刚好在阿茶右肩的那个位置，当然声音还没大到让他那个沉迷在英雄故事里的男朋友察觉。让卡尔感到糟糕的是抚摸阿茶的身体部位（不止头发，可能随便哪里都行，但目前知道的除了头发以外的就只有腰背和腹部）会让他心情非常舒畅。而且说实话，阿茶在性事里主动起来让卡尔真切意识到他确实在和一个成年男子谈恋爱——虽然这男子拥有着不像一个男人该有的身体部位，但多少让卡尔感到惊喜的是，阿茶很乐意（且擅长）用那里让他们两人都享受意乱情迷的过程——仅限他真的“乐意”的时候，否则卡尔现在也不会拿着这个诡异的bug束手无策（难道是时候捡起已遗忘的反编译课程了吗……）。

某种程度上卡尔知道这个bug是否触发和阿茶的身体状况有直接关系。最近几周的观察记录是卡尔在一周内连续求爱超过3次基本（是的，不是一定）就会触发这个bug，而在阿茶非常疲劳（通常是他结束一次深夜场演出）的时候，即使已经超出邀约次数阈值似乎也不会有什么问题。卡尔会直接把他带回家而阿茶不会拒绝。阿茶会在他这儿和他依偎着抱着他，脑袋靠着他的肩膀把呼吸洒到他脖子上，在他把脑袋凑上去的时候把他的脸扳过去接吻（“来爱我一下嘛，卡尔亲爱的？”，声音低低的很好听。卡尔记得特别清晰，那天晚上真的太棒了）。

也就是说，如果让阿茶达到极度疲惫的状态，他有极大可能不会拒绝卡尔的。而卡尔刚好擅长甜言蜜语和恰到好处的关心，乐于让身体极度疲惫的男友在情事上投入热情。当然对卡尔来说更重要的是阿茶本身。充满情欲的微笑，轻柔得像在挑逗的抚摸和与平常或台上完全不同的梦幻到简直像在撒娇的语调（他用很轻的声音叫我“Daddy”！虽然后来他又不认了，但是真想再听一次），这小子以前绝对谈过不少，他在这事儿上很有技巧，他完全把我捕获了。

卡尔听到阿茶在叫他，于是转头，看到阿茶充满了担忧的眼神：“卡尔，你有心事吗？”

“没。怎么了，阿茶？”说出来会被他打的吧，想和他疯狂做爱这种事情。于是卡尔思忖着选择了不说。但他怎么知道我心里在想他？难道他的随身听能和我的想法同步吗？（哇，听起来也不错嘛！）

“嗯，就是看你的书一直没翻，而且，”阿茶用大拇指指了指身后，“你快把沙发抓烂了诶。”卡尔顺着他手指的方向看去，确实，沙发快要被抓破出一个洞。

要不哪天再把现在的手指弄圆润一点？但是又觉得实在没必要，阿茶说很喜欢他用手指尖逗弄私处的感觉（虽然是在床上说的）。卡尔于是干脆合上了书，身体面向阿茶，作出非常郑重的表情：“阿茶，周五我们去约会吧？”

“啊？周五我有个演出诶，翘班的话小薄荷饶不了我的。”

卡尔看着阿茶认真的为难表情心里在笑。明明很喜欢摸鱼，这个时候这么热爱工作，看来和他那个一丝不苟的妹妹混得太久了。这样会把自己累坏的哦？

但现在卡尔需要他对工作的积极态度。于是他面不改色：“等你演出结束，我带你去山上看夜景。”

“感觉挺危险的。你又在想什么邪恶的计划？”但是阿茶没有作出要打他的架势，反而是盘起了腿，左手撑着脸（他的脸这样看着好软）继续看着他的眼睛。卡尔明白阿茶这是在表达对他说的话题感兴趣，于是他习惯地摸了一下阿茶的右脸：“你都知道它邪恶了，那就来阻止我。”

“嗯——看来我不得不答应你了。”有时候卡尔很感谢自己的声线，它让卡尔能够很方便地施展魅力，比如他很确定现在阿茶会微眯着眼睛看着他微笑是他刚刚低沉着声音的结果。然后阿茶凑了过来吻了他。

卡尔试探道：“今天晚上？”“不要。明天还要排练呢。”阿茶耸耸肩，又吻了他一下：“晚安，坏蛋卡尔。”然后就拿起吉他走了（他今天弹的他自己作的曲的小样），走之前惯常地给了他一个灿烂笑容和活力满满的挥手。

有时候卡尔真怀疑究竟是谁在爱河中沉得更深。但凭良心来说他必须承认，阿茶在感情里已经非常纵容他，以至于他对自己挨的阿茶每一次打都已经没有多大怨言。现在他又想再享受一次男朋友的纵容了。

一个良好的计划需要什么卡尔再清楚不过，但一次合格的约会的必需品对卡尔来说是知识盲区，特别是夜间场。上次在那个小木屋和阿茶落荒而逃以后卡尔又找了个机会去补充了一下内饰（现在才发觉，比起他和阿茶在建筑游戏里搭的小屋真的好空），但从感官和感情上来说作为约会地点实在不合适（“充满了邪恶的性欲味道”，感觉阿茶会这么吐槽）。而且更重要的是，这片树林的海拔不够高，地形作为山丘来说都不太够，充其量是个小土坡而已。

不过地点这类的问题其实最好解决，范德雷园区根本不缺风景优美又人迹罕至的地方，想找到不难。虽然卡尔自己都不太记得有没有在范德雷园区的某个山包上修过工事，如果有的话安全部应该会检查。

哦，对了，说起来寇西嘉现在正在和小薄荷谈恋爱来着，应该知道约会要带什么东西去，至少她应该会写在日志里。但是他现在没有任何权限能够获得寇西嘉那里的数据。那么找小薄荷？她估计正在为自己留下来的新bug洋洋自得呢，这会儿去找她是还嫌自己器官里的错误不够多吗？

思来想去，可能还是直接问男友最合适。卡尔在没有人来点饮料的间隙拿起了手机发送消息给阿茶：“明天晚上约会带什么合适？”

阿茶回他：“零食吧。出门总会饿的。”

几秒后又来了一句：“还有饮料。”

几秒后又是一条：“这些我带吧，你都在选地点了。”

卡尔果断地拒绝了。什么都让男朋友包办了，显得他没能力似的。饮料好办，周五下班的时候多做两杯带去就行了，实在不行还可以偷两罐餐厅冰箱里的。零食么，阿茶平时爱吃甜的还是咸的来着……？

阿茶回复他：“我随便，你别买什么奇怪的东西就行。”

卡尔刚要打字就看到了下一句：“对了，别再狂吃一堆辣椒了，不忍心看你满脸通红的可怜样……”

喂，恋人间一定要玩秋后算账这套吗？当时你一吉他拍到我下体上可痛了，虽然不会真的受伤，但是真的能痛死（不过阿茶用嘴来做的感觉真的不错……！不管生理还是心理上的）。

但卡尔还是用了更温和的语气：“好，我会准备的。今天晚上还过来吗？”

“来啊，我今晚在你这里过夜。”阿茶说完就把状态调成了离开。卡尔开始思考今天晚上邀请阿茶共度良夜而不会触发不能动弹状态的可能性，但考虑到计划就在第二天执行，觉得还是把大餐留到最后更好。

找个天文望远镜不难，难的是在一天内安装到山上那个安全屋里面。卡尔在几乎要通宵前两个小时终于在自己混乱的数据库里找到了一个观景漂亮并且已经建立了安全屋的山头（忽然明白为什么小薄荷骂他工作做得烂了），而且那个安全屋里的摆设也算齐全（至少有张舒服的床，还有沙发和茶几，适合聊天，虽然当初建它的时候没想过聊天）。寇西嘉那儿的安保机器人已经完全不可能听他调遣了（倒是听说阿茶跟某个技术工机器人混熟了？他人缘这么好吗），研发部那边的人他也不太熟，罗克福更不可能管他了，虽然只要他开口罗克福可能就会答应，但卡尔实在没理由找他（“帮我找几个人手安个天文望远镜，因为我要和男朋友来个浪漫约会讨他开心。”这种理由讲出来绝对会被他笑死）。真是的，果然啥都得自己来啊。

请了下午半天假终于把这个天文望远镜扛到安全屋里安装好（顺便补了个觉）以后卡尔快速地赶回阿茶的演出现场。一如既往地喧闹，每个人都在疯狂地喊着“阿茶！阿茶！”，主角正在舞台上边弹吉他边把着麦克���演出节奏激烈的音乐。灯光打在他身上，他像太阳一样闪耀。他是最耀眼的摇滚明星。

当然，卡尔不会把这些话讲出来。他只是拿着两根荧光棒跟着周围的人一起挥动（为什么摇滚音乐会上有这种东西？），尽管力度比起他人来非常有气无力，但他确实一直注视着舞台上的阿茶，那个闪闪发亮的，快乐的，他的，阿茶。

“谢谢大家！”演出结束了，观众们要用尽最后一丝激情一般疯狂叫喊，卡尔觉得自己的耳朵快聋掉了，但舞台上的阿茶显然很享受。散场后，卡尔径直走向舞台，叫住了正打算下台的男友。

“走吧，去约会。”卡尔做出风轻云淡的样子。阿茶一屁股坐在舞台的地板上，这个角度他们几乎平视。“你来了啊。”他看起来很开心。卡尔看着阿茶的微笑，用温和低沉的嗓音对他说：“演出不错，你果然是天生的大明星。”

现在阿茶真的笑得很开心。他冲卡尔张开了双臂，卡尔知道自己如果回应男友这个拥抱的话还会得到一个吻，而不论从情感还是理性上他都愿意。

阿茶搭着他的肩膀问：“今天的约会地点保密吗？”“保密。去了你就知道了。”卡尔说完，把阿茶从台上抱了下来。对于浑身是金属机械的卡尔来说，阿茶的体重很轻，抱起他非常容易。

“要走多久？”阿茶问他。卡尔向场地外努努嘴。搞到一辆空闲的电瓶车对他来说还是不难，虽然说是个可以坐六人的，刚好把零食啥的都放在车上（希望不要掉下车）。“你从哪里搞来的，看起来像寇西嘉那边要用的诶。”阿茶坐在他后面，双手搭着司机位，身体向前脑袋凑过来问他。“就是安保部门那边闲置的巡逻车，稍微调度了一下。”“呜哇，听起来像偷来的……”“这叫假公济私，阿茶。”卡尔启动了车子，晃晃悠悠一会儿后平稳地行驶在范德雷园区里。“说实话，光看园区里的夜景也不错。”阿茶的声音传过来到他耳边，安静的夜里如此明显的安宁。“但是从山上俯瞰会更好，你不觉得吗？”“嗯。”轻笑声让卡尔更清醒了一点，他刚刚差点撞到路边一个矮小的路灯。“你能开的交通工具还有多少？”卡尔听到这话从鼻子里哼出一声笑：“只要你想，宇宙飞船也不是不行。”“你可别再造个宇宙飞船出来了，听着就不安全。”阿茶刚刚说完，卡尔就听到他发出一声惊呼：“那里还有萤火虫！”卡尔发出一声自认为是宠溺的轻笑：“园区的生态其实还不错。”“是吗？我在园区里看到的动物除了鸽子就没有别的了。”“鸽子又不是只吃面包屑。”类似这样的话题持续了快半小时，卡尔在一个修了台阶的山脚停了下来。“到了。”

阿茶先卡尔一步跳到了台阶上。“感觉还是挺原始的。”“那是因为我没开灯。”卡尔说完，在口袋里按下了遥控器开关，台阶亮起了绿灯。“怎样？”“看着挺帅的。它能当传送带吗？”“想什么呢，山又不会动。”“诶……”卡尔走到阿茶身边，向他伸出手：“走吧，散步上去。我带你去看星星。”

和人牵手走在山路上听虫鸣的体验对卡尔来说不多，但今天这种心动的感觉格外明显。阿茶人类的手心紧紧和他的金属掌心贴在一起，手指相互摩挲对方手背的感觉让卡尔感到脸部有些许升温。阿茶的好奇心总是很强，拉着他往山路旁的各种植物那边探索，卡尔乐意被他拖过去逗弄花草和昆虫（而且他被叶子上的蜘蛛吓到的样子很符合卡尔的恶趣味）。一路走一路玩着到了山顶的安全屋，卡尔按下遥控器开了门：“喏，今天约会的正式项目。”

“哇，比之前那个酷。”“里面有更酷的。”卡尔看着阿茶自然走到房间里，又按了一下遥控器。阳台门打开，阿茶循声望去，走到了天文望远镜前。“你从哪里搞来的望远镜啊？”卡尔走到他身边，递给他一个凳子：“我想弄一个望远镜还是不难的。别的部分要改的话有材料就行了。”“你自己改的？”卡尔很喜欢阿茶这个崇拜的眼神。他用轻描淡写的语气回答男友：“一个望远镜而已，不难。”其实只是修了一下外壳而已，这种高精度的东西怎么可能徒手搓出来。但阿茶很显然看不出来卡尔在吹牛。他已经凑到目镜前开始兴致勃勃地准备观星。“嗯……”卡尔看着阿茶的嘴唇略微撅起，猜想他是没看到期望中的景观。“怎么了？”“感觉和想象中的不太一样。”“怎么不一样？”“没有看到那种很大的……星云？只看到了一团有点暗的光点。”卡尔坐得离他更近了点：“那些就是星星。”“唔，不过也比普通的夜景好看多啦。”阿茶对他笑笑，卡尔于是非常自然地把手搭在了他的肩膀上靠近他。“果然用望远镜看星星更清楚。”“漂亮吗？”“嗯！”他很开心，这样子很好。卡尔没有察觉自己的嘴角正在上扬，他用揉着阿茶肩膀的动作将两人距离又拉近了一点。“卡尔。”“怎么了，阿茶？”“你认识星星吗？”“能认一点。你可以把手机对着目镜拍照。对，拍下来。”卡尔就这样顺理成章地让阿茶靠着他的肩膀，他手指点着屏幕上的星星告诉他每颗星的名字和视星等，两个人的脸贴得很近。“这样看星星的命名挺有意思的嘛。那个，虽然我不懂规律……”卡尔喜欢看阿茶这样认真思考的样子，更喜欢他百思不得其解的疑惑表情，那样子很可爱。“啊，我觉得我也是星星。”卡尔看着从他肩膀上抬起头来认真看着他的阿茶，觉得自己头上冒出了问号，但他隐藏了疑问语气：“说下去。”“未来的，摇滚明星！”看阿茶一脸自信地对他比剪刀手的样子，卡尔确信找到了一个最佳的回应方式，他用非常磁性的嗓音，语气轻缓而肯定：“你已经是最棒的大明星了。”“嗯，但我知道我知名度其实没那么高。”头一回见阿茶没那么云淡风轻的面无表情。卡尔在等他的下一句。“毕竟阿姆斯特朗计划的受众范围很有限嘛，虽然阿姆斯特朗大使的名头也挺不错的，我也在表演摇滚。嗯……其实离理想已经近了一步吧！”

卡尔思考了片刻，确信阿茶这不是丧失信心的表现而只是深夜的思想家倾向上身，于是放心地再次面对阿茶摆出郑重的表情和语气：“对我来说，你是最好的摇滚明星。”“是吗？你都不太爱听音乐。”“你演奏的音乐就行，我保证。”卡尔看阿茶歪头的样子，拍拍他的肩膀：“你像星星一样在我面前闪耀就行了。”这句话的语气卡尔连思考都没有准备，就这样用低沉温润的嗓音讲了出来。于是他惊喜地在夜色中捕捉到了阿茶脸颊上浮起来的一丝红，然后看到了他脸上出现的与往常略有不同的微笑，那情绪在卡尔的认知里似乎接近于羞赧。他看到阿茶似乎偏过头在想什么，然后，他的男友就义无反顾地吻了他的脸。

“说吧，”他微眯着眼，还是带着那个微笑问卡尔，“今天晚上是不是想做爱？”

他发现规律了？卡尔感到自己的喉结滚动了一下，但他仍然用镇定的语气回答：“是。”

“果然。你一想做爱就会这样。”阿茶仍然保持着微笑，只是在卡尔看了多了一些他不太在他人那里熟见的情感。后来卡尔会不情愿地把它解读成宠溺。卡尔轻声问他：“可以吗？”

“嗯，说实话今天我很累了。但是今晚的约会我很喜欢。所以，”阿茶用左手搂住了卡尔的右肩，这个姿势下卡尔完全可以把他抱在怀里，然后他用了那个低沉、轻柔到有些梦幻的声音，“我想要你，卡尔。”

接吻其实并不是什么很稀有的动作，所有的恋人都会这样。但卡尔很喜欢。阿茶的嘴唇轻巧地在他的嘴唇上停留，轻吮，配上他不自觉发出的鼻音，卡尔认为这是自己对阿茶成瘾的主要原因。同时他也喜欢阿茶捧着他的脸抚摸的动作，他能在这抚摸里毫无顾忌地沉沦在爱情里。

阿茶轻声问他：“不回房间吗？”

“如果你想在阳台做的话，也行。”卡尔回答道，手把住他的背。

“算了，被看见的话不太好。而且我怕万一会下雨。”阿茶用嘴唇轻触了一下卡尔的嘴唇，“但是我现在有点走不动了。站了一天，你也知道。”

“我帮你揉揉脚？”卡尔让两人额头贴在一起。阿茶用鼻尖轻轻摩擦卡尔的鼻梁，搂住他的脖子：“这算前戏还是对恋人的关怀？”

“都是。”卡尔说完，托起男友的屁股站起身来。之前阿茶在温存时问过他为什么喜欢这样抱着他，卡尔自己心里也没有明确的答案，而阿茶在这方面意外地不好糊弄但又很宽容。“你应该是喜欢掌控感？”当时阿茶这么试探他，卡尔只是给了他一个不置可否的摸头。“我以为你会反感这种说法。”他当时如此回答道，而阿茶一如既往给了他一个灿烂到有些甜蜜的笑容：“你也掌控不了我，亲爱的大坏蛋卡尔。”之后的那个吻似乎仍然停留在唇齿间，和过往所有的吻一样令卡尔沉醉，令他明白心脏这个实体与“心”这个概念完全不同的醉酒感。又或者说，是大脑被迷晕了吧……阿茶就像对他特供的麻醉药，而他偏偏喜欢沉浸在其中的迷醉感。

把阿茶放到床垫上的第一件事情是搬来一张凳子坐在床边，阿茶对他这个行为表示了不解：“直接坐在床上不是更好？”“这样你可以把脚放在我腿上。来，把鞋子脱了。”卡尔看着大腿上阿茶穿着黑袜的双脚无奈地笑笑：“一次只放上来一只就行。”“我以为你能左右开弓。”阿茶最后把左脚放了下去。说实话，卡尔第一次近距离地用手接触阿茶的脚部。做爱的时候阿茶会用腿夹紧他的腰，而卡尔的手往往只把着他的大腿，然后，就到这里了，顶多摁着腘窝下面的皮肤（他被干得神志不清的时候喊我bad daddy……）。手指刚一碰到脚心时卡尔听到阿茶在笑：“会痒。”“这样呢？”往下摁压后笑声变成了呼痛，但也只是很短促的一声而已。脚掌隔着袜子布料的触感让卡尔心里嘀咕他一天下来到底能有多少时间是坐着的，另一个声音在悄悄对自己说想在做爱的时候把他的脚捧在手里把玩看看他会是什么反应。阿茶和他闲聊开了：“我说，卡尔，你以前有给别人按摩过吗？”

“没。小时候想过给妈妈揉肩膀，但她没时间。”

“但你做得挺好的啊？我以为你很有经验。”是吗？我做得很好？卡尔觉得自己的声音都轻快了起来：“天赋吧，像你对音乐一样。”

阿茶的轻笑声让卡尔放心地毫不掩饰自己上扬的嘴角。用指节按压他的脚掌时阿茶用轻松的语气提了一个问题：“如果当初不当范德雷总裁，你想干什么？”

这是个比较严肃的问题，但卡尔已经打算轻松对待它，于是他拍了拍阿茶的脚背示意他换左脚上来，然后用了像在呢喃的声音：“当个普通程序员挺好的。”

“诶，不当老板吗？”“不当，太累了。”“那当初用不当手段当范德雷总裁，想要权还是钱？”“都想。但满足客户需求太累了。”“难怪搞光谱计划。”“你就不怕现在还是光谱的影响？”卡尔故意稍微用了点力往中间摁，听阿茶的嘶声暗自高兴，“我们现在的关系。你就不怕你被我洗脑了？”“听起来你像要讲哲学。”卡尔看到他耸耸肩，稍微放缓了力道：“你觉得我会在这个问题上讲多哲学的东西？”“不知道，但你有时候聊着聊着就开始哲学，而且大多数东西我都听不懂。”“我前几天还看到你捧着本书，哲学的。”卡尔用了更轻柔的力道将手握成拳用指节给阿茶上下按摩，就像他的语气。“呃……因为是从你的书架上拿的。”“你想看随时拿。”卡尔没说出来的话是，看他最近拿文学类的频率比漫画高了，还挺欣��的，这种久违的情感最近频繁地光顾他的脑神经。而且他看书的时候不会注意到我在偷偷抱他。“好了。还痛吗？”卡尔看着阿茶晃着小腿向他笑笑表示效果显著，起身坐到阿茶身旁：“接下来怎么样？”

“嗯，说实话我想洗个澡。”阿茶向他问了浴室的位置就拿起浴袍过去了。彻底闲下来的卡尔看看漆黑的夜景和开着柔光灯的室内，听着浴室里的水声（好像阿茶还在时不时轻哼歌，不是开嗓唱估计是因为累了），白噪音和刚刚趁阿茶去浴室后偷偷点上的香薰蜡烛让他终于无法抵抗眼皮的重量。

眼前一黑。

再次睁开眼睛时他整个人正正好好地躺在床上甚至还盖了被子，扭头看向左肩，躺着的人是正熟睡的阿茶，右边是仍然漆黑一片的夜。看看时间，已经是凌晨四点过后。

犹豫了一会儿，卡尔选择抬起手掌抚摸阿茶的脸。男青年睡梦中的表情非常平静，轻微的鼾声令卡尔有种温暖的感受。家的感觉。卡尔用手指撩过茶色的发丝按摩似地摸着阿茶的头皮，感受他的发丝与自己手指相互摩擦的触感。心底不断泛着某种柔软的感觉，很久以前会令卡尔感到不安甚至恼怒的感觉。

听到阿茶睡梦中迷迷糊糊叫他的名字时卡尔觉得自己应该做点回应。于是他俯身吻了阿茶。这是第一次他没有受到阿茶猛烈的亲吻攻势却对此暗自庆幸，幸好不像童话里一样接吻就能醒来。手向被子里探去，摸到肌肤的触感才发现他似乎是洗完澡直接脱掉浴袍就上了床。即使是面对男朋友，这样也未免太不小心了点。又或者说阿茶是对他抱有很强的信任感才这么做的？但他的手没有向更下方摸索，只是停留在腹部，亲吻他嘴唇的同时用指腹抚摸，稍稍用点力道就成了按压。

“嗯……”听到阿茶的声音后卡尔抬起头，看到他眼皮颤动几下最后睁开，茶色的眼睛仍然惺忪。阿茶转过头来声音含糊地问道：“现在几点了？”

“凌晨4点18分。怎么突然醒了？”这句话的关切语气一部分出于卡尔的真心，同时思索按照阿茶的疲劳程度卡尔推断他至少会一觉到天亮才对。

“刚刚做梦了……”卡尔看他揉着眼睛坐起身来，试探地伸出手臂去搂他的背。“是好梦还是噩梦？”卡尔声音轻柔，想着尽量不破坏这个甜蜜的氛围。

“很难说。”头一次听阿茶声音这样闷，比起往常多了点沉稳。这样更像个男人，当然也可能是因为他刚刚从睡梦中恢复开口说话的状态。卡尔在等他的分享欲起作用。阿���缓慢地接着说了下去：“我刚刚梦到我在打架。不是和安保部的那些机器人，是怪物。血肉模糊的那种。”

好吧，甜蜜的氛围已经被破坏了。卡尔很想崩溃地问他是不是最近打游戏打多了，同时绝望地感到准备充足的弗洛伊德理论根本无用武之地，但这个时候（而且他跟着阿茶玩了不少，游戏库被狠狠地污染了）他想尽量做个体贴男友：“然后呢？”

“啊……说实话，梦里打架可比现实要难多了。”阿茶抬起了他的机械手臂，抽出了铁棍又收回去，“我能用的就是吉他，呃……或者说铁板，对面可是用刀来砍，是真刀！都快砍到我肚子上了！要不是闪得快我都以为我会死那儿。”

“听起来很恐怖。怎么会做这样的梦？”

“谁知道。而且梦里根本不讲道理啊，谁和那种血肉怪物在火炉上打架？不怕掉进去被烧吗……”阿茶越说越激动，似乎也清醒了点。讲着讲着，似乎是看到了卡尔的表情——尽管卡尔现在根本没意识到自己的眼睛瞪得比平时要大好多，他收起了声音，重新用轻轻的声音试探卡尔道：“抱歉，我吵到你了？”

“啊？不，没什么。之后呢？”火炉。卡尔极为在意这个词，那个他本来要拿来处理瑕疵品的用具。范德雷从不出瑕疵品，直到阿茶。他至今都记得刚得知获得机械臂的阿茶在园区里到处乱跑时的心境。他催促着阿茶继续说下去，但阿茶已经开始挠头了：“做梦做到一半醒来了，我也记不清啊！”

“那你觉得害怕吗？”

“嗯？梦里有什么好怕的，大不了醒来，我现在可还好好的呢。而且，”阿茶对他露出一个自信的笑，“我打架可是很厉害的哦！”

“确实……”他不在意那个在卡尔看来代表些许恐怖的梦，这对卡尔来说是好事情。本来是他的一个手贱导致的阿茶成为了所谓的瑕疵品，而他曾经为了维护公司对外形象跟他当面放狠话要直接把他丢火炉里。估计是被他记在心里了，但愿他以后能继续纵容我。卡尔认为自己有必要作出总有一天会透支完这份爱情的觉悟。

而他的男朋友用实际行动告诉他，他给他的爱情目前还远不到被透支的额度。阿茶用他人类的手心轻缓抚摸他的脸，这让他们的身体更贴近了些。他脸上的微笑越发透露着某种柔情，这让卡尔又一次意识到他确实是个成年男子。他问卡尔：“要做爱吗？”声音那么轻又很平静，仿佛今天真正谋划这场情事的人不是卡尔而是他。

卡尔感到自己声音像在喃喃：“你会在做完爱以后还爱我吗？”飘忽得像房间里早就燃尽的香薰蜡烛。

“我当然会永远爱你。”他笑得像看到难缠的孩子那样耐心。

卡尔不记得这拥抱持续了多久，什么时候开始接的吻，什么时候阿茶的抚摸变成了拥搂和调戏似的爱抚。阿茶捧着他的脸，用手指在他眼周摩挲着什么，在他挺进去的时候还咬着嘴唇，手指轻轻在他眼眶附近做擦拭的动作。阿茶总说他做爱做到一半就开始哭，可卡尔完全不记得。我怎么会哭呢？但阿茶手指上的液体又不会是凭空变出来的，于是卡尔便每次在事后都一口咬定那是汗水，而阿茶则不置可否对他笑笑，并闭上眼轻啄一下他的嘴唇。“卡尔，我在这儿。”这是卡尔第二喜欢听阿茶在做的时候说的话，仅次于他的“我爱你”。就像现在一样，阿茶开始红着脸喘息了，声音也变得不稳了起来。然而当卡尔在他耳边吹出一句“你爱我吗，阿茶？”时，他仍然轻轻扳过卡尔的脸吻了卡尔，温柔又坚定地回答他：“我爱你，卡尔，你是我最爱的人。”

“你只爱我，好不好？”

“我当然只爱你，卡尔。你也要爱我哦。”卡尔每次看到这个混杂着情欲的微笑都感觉已经不存在的心脏在颤抖，或者说代替他心脏运行的机器在飞速运转。他可以毫无顾忌地吻上去，在阿茶用舌尖和嘴唇回答他以后抱住他并告诉他：“我爱你。阿茶，我爱你。”

“我好高兴……”这拥抱很温暖。卡尔甚至觉得在阿茶的身体里感受到的温暖只是器官上的，拥抱能让他的整个脑子都热起来。浑身都要发烫似的，但他的机器冷却性能其实很好。

“卡尔，你高兴吗？”阿茶的双颊还是绯红的，但他轻笑着问了卡尔这句。卡尔被他夹得不太清醒，只好一遍又一遍地吻他，不管是脸还是嘴唇，又或者是喉结。“卡尔，别哭嘛，别哭，我在这儿呢……”是吗，我真的在哭？卡尔在脑子里消化从胯下传来的快感时尽力地想要记住阿茶的手指在他眼眶旁抚摩的感觉。

天啊，简直像掉在火炉里……但在火炉里的液体是会被蒸干的，卡尔却觉得自己身上要涌出来更多。汗水，唾液，应该像阿茶说的那样还有眼泪吧。他用手臂感受到阿茶背上已经变得有点湿漉漉的，并暗自庆幸自己身上机甲的防水性能不错（除了之前大腿上的那部分，不过因祸得福了）。阿茶的吻更加热烈了，而且腿开始紧紧夹住卡尔的腰，他的喉咙里也发出了难耐的声音。好可爱。我的男朋友果然是最可爱的。我喜欢他这样叫我名字。他说也喜欢我念他的名字。好。阿茶，阿茶？我爱你哦。阿茶，亲爱的，你喜欢这里对吗？看来我做得对。我喜欢你夸我，阿茶，再多夸夸吧。

“啊……！卡尔，你那里好厉害……”卡尔看到阿茶的眼神开始迷离了，知道这时候再接再厉会听到更多更色情的话。于是他和阿茶接吻并用舌头挑逗彼此，此时的卡尔更胜一筹。在两个人嘴唇中间牵出的银丝断裂时卡尔问他舒服吗，他喘息着告诉卡尔：“很舒服……卡尔，你让我很舒服……！”

“阿茶，肚子那里舒服吗？喜欢这样吗？”卡尔用指腹摁住阿茶的小腹，果不其然听到阿茶高了几度的惊呼，在他上下摁压滑动的时候声音颤抖地告诉他太舒服了，会被玩坏掉，快停下。“太舒服了不好吗？或者说，宝宝那里会被弄坏掉？”卡尔觉得自己也不太清醒了，但说出来总是一种情趣。“卡尔，你很坏……你真是个坏蛋……”阿茶开始吻他，匆匆在他嘴唇上含了几下以后在他耳边声音轻飘飘地吐出一句：“坏爹地，我是个很坏很坏的男孩，快操我，让我怀上你的坏种。”

卡尔��的不确定自己有没有在流泪，但在阿茶急促的高音和紧窄的腿间那里他感到一阵放松，尽管此时阿茶的腿在紧紧箍着他的腰。有一种胯下的动力被彻底释放导致电流过剩逆流而上的酥麻感，同时也感觉到腿上的机甲被溅上好几股液体。喘着气休息了一会儿，卡尔干脆地身体歪向一旁趴了下去，然后翻过身面向天花板接着喘息，清醒了一点才发觉自己脸上似乎确实有泪痕。泪腺什么时候这么发达了……

“嗯……”听到恋人声音的卡尔转过头。阿茶微噘着嘴似乎在思考什么，于是卡尔轻唤了他一声让他看了过来。“怎么了吗，卡尔？”

“在想什么呢？”“嗯？没什么，在想要不要再来一轮。但我现在真的有点累。”“那这样吧，你趴下去，我来动就行。”卡尔轻轻抚摩阿茶的头皮回答。阿茶挑起眉毛：“那样的话很难接吻。”“感觉像单纯的性交是吗？”卡尔觉得自己说出这个词以后脸部有点升温。阿茶点点头。“那你想多来点花样吗？”“嗯，我想想……”卡尔看到他皱着眉思考了一会儿后挑了一下眉毛，知道他估计有了个想法。于是他示意阿茶，但阿茶让他先起来（卡尔承认自己很难抗拒那个期待的眼神和略显矜持的笑）。卡尔按照他说的跪坐到了他腿中间的位置，看他抬起上身，微噘着嘴似乎在思考什么。正想着要不要就这样直接挺进去时他看到阿茶抿起嘴，然后抬起了右腿（这视角似乎能看到他腿间的形状……若隐若现）。卡尔在疑惑的时候感到胯下的硅胶器官碰上了柔软的触感，看了看，阿茶刚才抬起来的那只脚正在踩着它，而且还在缓慢地磨蹭它。

“哇哦，”卡尔只来得及在大脑得到一瞬空白后的一秒内想出这一句，“你真的是个坏男孩。”

“嗯哼。”阿茶对他摆了个微笑，脚掌继续摩擦那个硅胶柱体，微微踩踏的动作弄得卡尔心痒痒的。虽然显然不如阿茶用手或者嘴熟练，但脚趾蜻蜓点水似的摩擦过顶端的时候卡尔感觉到那儿又重振雄风。比起胯下时轻时重的柔软触感外，阿茶咬着嘴唇的认真表情更让卡尔脑子兴奋。于是他伸出手抓住了那个细瘦的脚踝，在阿茶惊讶的眼神中顺势向下摸住了他的脚掌，手指开始在一个若有若无的触感上抚摸：“阿茶，你喜欢用脚来给我做吗？”

“别这样，卡尔，会痒……！”

“你没回答我的问题，阿茶亲爱的。”卡尔很高兴捕捉到他的腰在颤抖。

“哈……嗯，喜欢。”那个带着小小的得意的笑容让卡尔想马上把他的腿分开然后插进去。但卡尔想多少开发点新的玩法，他大脑里负责生产新点子的区域正在蠢蠢欲动。他让阿茶趴下去，毫不意外地得到了阿茶的质疑声：“你不是喜欢玩我的脚吗？”

“你趴下去，我保证给你玩个够。”卡尔说着，顺手打了下阿茶的脚掌。清脆的声音和阿茶吃痛的不满呼声让卡尔想起了自己的性欲来源。看阿茶因为性事露出和平时不太一样的姿态让他感到自己正在创造某种东西。事实上现在的阿茶本身也可以算作是他的小错误造成的。

当然，爱情本身的因素让卡尔两手分别顺着阿茶的两条大腿向他的小腹抚摸，和他不算假惺惺地用低沉的魅力嗓音道歉：“好嘛，你也累了，让我服务你不好吗，大明星先生？”并附赠一个配有深情眼神的浅淡微笑。

“有时候真感觉你应该来读文科。”阿茶嘟哝出这一句，转过身趴了下去。卡尔没打算细究他的用词（“来”？），手指在他背部随意画着形状，感到还可以再过分一点，随口跳出一句：“阿茶，能稍微把屁股抬高点吗？”

“呃，嗯……”卡尔看他用机械臂去够了个枕头垫在小腹处，对他能借外力摸鱼就不让自己累着的个性再次深深体会，同时非常欣赏。两只手在他腰背处浅浅地画了个心形后卡尔拍了下阿茶扁平的屁股，用幽幽的语气开口：“你太瘦了，多吃点再去运动运动。”

“瘦点不好吗？你不是很喜欢抱着我操吗？”啧啧，越来越会顶嘴了。卡尔看他回头时带有些许紧张的期待眼神，趴了下去在他耳边轻轻吹气地说：“是啊，现在我要把你摁在床上狠狠操。”

“看来我这次会被你玩坏掉，我得想想怎么反击。”卡尔看他甚至撑起了脸的悠闲样，伸出手轻轻掐了一下，在他皱着眉时把右手伸到了他腿间那个柔软的地方轻一下重一下交替着摁压，看他脸一下飞起一片红得意地笑了出来：“想好怎么反击了吗，用你的吉他还是伙伴们？哦，那只机器小猫现在不在这儿。”

“嗯……”阿茶把脸埋到了枕头里，但相应地稍稍抬高了些屁股并打开了一点大腿。“你喜欢这样。”卡尔用两根手指从两瓣向中间夹击着按压，指尖掠过顶端的时候他听到阿茶发出一声难耐的鼻音。“怎样，阿茶？”“嗯……”卡尔看到他回头时脸上带着潮红非常满意，不知自己是在兴奋还是在欣慰，于是他俯下身去看着阿茶的眼睛。茶色和薄荷色混在一起越发浓郁，而略微抬起头的年轻男人抬起了那只机械手，在卡尔疑惑的时候把他的脸扳过去并吻了他。

“卡尔，你确实很会动手……”卡尔最不擅长但又最喜欢面对他这个笑容，微微阖起的双眸和泛红的脸颊搭配一个浅淡上扬的嘴角让卡尔头皮发麻大脑发热。我确实一直把他当小鬼来着，但是，啊……他多会调情，他喜欢来含我的嘴唇而不是普通地接吻，他会在适当的时候伸舌头来挑逗，他甚至在这个时候还能笑出来，而且是很轻的笑声，我爱死这个笑声了，他确实不是小孩而是个男人，他在引导我一步步让他更舒服，或者说他在教我做爱……而且他的声音多好听，不会矫揉造作地刻意显示自己要高潮的样子，那个淡淡的声音就很好，能让我知道我确实做得不错……也许这就是我沉迷和他做爱的原因吧。

卡尔觉得手上又是一阵黏糊糊的触感，于是他在阿茶登顶前收了手，在阿茶略带疑惑的眼神中吻了他的脸：“把大戏留到最后。”

“我以为你累了呢。”阿茶和他对视，卡尔快要从那茶色的倒映里看到自己火热的瞳色。他想说点什么，但阿茶把手指放在了他嘴唇上作噤声手势：“你不是要狠狠操我吗？快把我那里弄坏吧，卡尔，我很想要你了。”

他说他想要我。卡尔的喉结滚动了一下，闭上眼和阿茶接吻。慢慢悠悠滑进去的时候阿茶举起了机械臂在摸卡尔的脸。唇齿交流了一会儿卡尔离开阿茶的嘴唇，在他的疑惑眼神里用平缓的语气要他趴好，不然接下来会很累。于是阿茶照做了，不知道是出于什么，卡尔从没摸清他做爱时做决定的依据，但也因为这个才在每次亲密时有很多期待（和幻想，虽然卡尔很长时间内拒绝使用这个词）。动了几下腰发觉阿茶的背在微微颤抖，背后那个布贴着的机械管子看着异常显眼。伸手抚摸了一下皮肤和管道的连接处，看到阿茶稍微扭动了一下腰。估计是这儿挺敏感的。但现在这里不是最重要的。腰在运动的时候他能看到阿茶好几次抬头又把头低了下去脸埋进枕头里，房间里的水声和两个人时不时的喘息声都多少让卡尔脑子更加不清醒。事实上，如果卡尔观察得再仔细一点，他能发现阿茶抓着枕头的手越来越用力。

但这个姿势说实话太累了。卡尔想着，停了动作，在阿茶茫然回头的时候拍拍他的屁股轻声不算命令地：“屁股再抬高一点儿。”

“唔，这样更像交配了。”“去，说什么呢。”“本来就是。卡尔一直一副性欲很旺盛的样子，还老是说是因为太爱我，明明就是想做而已。”“咬文嚼字。”“哇，这是在夸我词汇量大哦？坏爹地。”阿茶还是乖乖把屁股翘得更高，尽管嘴上还是没停地在吐槽卡尔（但卡尔喜欢，他现在说这话像在撒娇）。这个姿势下果然好用力多了。果不其然，进去运动了没几下就能听到阿茶难耐的喉音，嘴上还在叫卡尔慢点，但腰已经非常诚实地跟着卡尔的动作律动（没开玩笑，真有旋律）起来。

当然，这时候的卡尔的注意力除了放在自己胯下以外，还有腰两侧刚刚阿茶不知是因为紧张还是过于舒服而翘起的双脚。有点迷糊的大脑让卡尔伸出手把住了两只白脚，在阿茶一声短促的惊呼中开始用手指在脚掌处上下抚摸。

“卡尔！别玩了，很痒……啊……”可能是因为实在受不了，阿茶的声音颤抖得更厉害了，夹杂了很多喘息。但对现在的卡尔来说更直观的变化是那儿感受到越来越强烈的湿润和紧缩，夹得他一瞬间脑子空白。但身体上的空虚感却愈发明显。怎么回事……明明他就在我面前而已，但我却感觉他随时会跑走……我甚至还在捏着他的脚呢。说实话，挺软的，形状也不错。这个身材算得上瘦小的男人居然也让我着迷成这个样子。我是疯了吧……从我第一天知道自己的欲望开始，我就疯了……可我好喜欢他……阿茶，你喜欢我吗？你最喜欢我吗？你爱我吗？你爱我好吗？我真的要疯了，这感觉太梦幻，我不确定现在这一切是不是真的。只要你爱我就没事了，我想被你爱，好不好？

“卡尔……卡尔……？”听到那个微抖声音的卡尔趴了过去，一手撑着床，另一手从胸口那儿抱住了阿茶。阿茶正在回头看他，除了脸实在很红以外，他的表情似乎很平静。

“阿茶，”卡尔最终还是没忍住，“你爱我好不好？”

阿茶用一个吻回答了他。准确地说，是在正式回答之前先给了他一吻。

“我永远爱你，卡尔。”啊，还是这个微笑，只在做爱的时候会露出的这个表情。卡尔让自己轻笑了出来：“你在宠我，对吗？”

“真是的，别哭嘛，卡尔。我好喜欢你。”答非所问后又是一吻。卡尔已经不想弄明白自己什么时候又开启了泪腺，但阿茶正用他人类的温暖掌心抚摸他的脸。这种感觉他很喜欢。“卡尔，我觉得你很可爱。”“为什么？”“因为，嗯，你看，又哭了。”“哼……你爱那么多人。”“可那是工作……你吃醋了？”“嗯。”“卡尔，我爱你，真的。”“永远吗？”“永远。”“那你会和我结婚吗？”卡尔缴械地嘟哝出这句，然后就看到他在轻笑，然后他就吻了上来：“会的。”

两人在接吻中到达顶点。幸福的感觉让卡尔甚至有点害怕，但毫无疑问的是他现在怀中抱着能让他安心的人。阿茶刚刚似乎不小心咬破了他的嘴唇，正在轻轻舔弄表示歉意。

“今天晚上，你给打几分？”临睡觉前，卡尔问已经疲惫不堪的阿茶。阿茶从他怀里懒懒地抬眼看了他一下，用手指比了个“10”并附赠了一个爱心，然后就合上了眼皮进入熟睡。

“好吧，晚安。”卡尔轻轻吐出这句后也任凭睡意席卷大脑。尽管此时天已蒙蒙亮。

“所以，请解释一下你怎么把车弄出来的。”寇西嘉坐在椅子上，表情非常不满。坐在她对面椅子上的卡尔满脸不在乎：“已经还回去了。”

“不要糊弄了事。这是关乎公司财产安全的问题！公司公用财产要是出了差错……”“那应该让罗克福来管。”卡尔插话打算胡搅蛮缠，看寇西嘉又在表格上了写了什么，想她八成是要给他的刑期再延长。“私自调动公用车辆，这种事情以后绝对不能允许了。说实话这也是我的失误……处罚方案我等会儿用邮件发给你，记得12小时之内回复。我也会派我这边的人监督你执行。”

“好的，安保主管大人。”卡尔起身，打开寇西嘉办公室的门就看见门外正在焦急等待的阿茶。复杂的情绪涌上心头。这小子正义感真的过剩了，大义灭亲啊，前一天还好声好气叫我亲爱的，后一天就押着我过来领罚。如果不是看在他那个认真的表情的份上我说不定真会发火。

“怎样？”阿茶满脸担忧，不知道是在担心他的处罚还是脾气。但卡尔只是摸了摸他的头发：“没事，等会儿就知道了，而且至少还留着我一条命。”

“嗯……”阿茶捏住了他的手，拉着他一路出了安保部办公楼。到了一个没人的角落他才松开，转过身来问卡尔：“你生气吗？如果我不告诉寇西嘉的话，没人会发现你私自挪用巡逻车。”

“有点生气。”其实没生气，说这句话是想看看阿茶会不会来哄他，毕竟和他待在一起的感觉还是挺好的。而且阿茶和他谈正事的时候总是正面对着人，这态度不错。果然看到了阿茶有点犯难的表情。卡尔看他皱眉思考的样子在心里偷偷欣赏，暗暗期待他能再主动提出一个亲密的要求。

“这样吧，以后我带你去约会，正常的那种。别再搞奇怪的计划了好吗？”

行吧，就知道他的解决方案不会往那方面拐。卡尔想着自己可能很难复刻当初付出了剧痛换来升天体验的操作，不情愿地点点头，然后他看到了阿茶灿烂的笑容：“那现在就直接去吧，我请客。”

话说那个bug是不是还没解决来着？不过也没有再触发过了，权当解决了吧。而且如果线下约会的话可以有很多事情能做呢。不一定是做爱，能和他在一起就很好。虽然之前也经常待在屋子里打游戏之类的，但总是拐到上床那儿去。还是让阿茶来带着他到处玩儿比较保险，阿茶在表达感情方面比他更加直接，而且行之有效。

卡尔牵上了阿茶向他伸出的手，温暖的人类的手心。于是卡尔知道了一件事，他知道卡尔喜欢这样牵手。

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