1297 - Cardigan
Cardigan
"There are elderly men in here who are better dressed than you," Zach says with a swing of the hips as they walk into the library. "Actual old people with walking sticks who wouldn't wear that cardigan."
"I've never known anyone to have such visceral reaction to an item of clothing," Chris says, shaking his head. "It's a fucking cardigan."
"It's ugly," Zach says, returning their books onto the computerized conveyor belt with a snort of disgust.
This is Zach's new 'thing', borrowing books from the library instead of buying them because it's better for the environment, which makes sense. But he hates it when Chris refers to it as a 'thing'; saving the world isn't a phase, apparently.
"You're wearing a cardigan right now."
"This is Vivienne Westwood," Zach says with mock indignation as they walk into the main library. There's a young girl sitting on one of the couches reading Twilight and he stops dead. "You should read Philip Pullman," Zach nods sagely. "Will Parry doesn't sparkle."
The girl looks as if she is going to cry.
"I'm going to look at the proper books," Zach says with another swing of the hips. "Have fun with the Beatniks."
"Just cos they're Russian, doesn't make them better," Chris says, over his shoulder as he peels off down one of the aisles.
*
Twenty minutes later Chris has an armful of books he has no time to read but can't bear to leave behind.
He finds Zach in a forgotten corner of the library, his nose in a book about botany of all things. (That's another of his 'things', growing his own vegetables. He has a window box and limitless hope.) It's actually darker in this corner, as though some of the light bulbs have blown and no one has noticed because Zach is the only man in Silver Lake who would consider borrowing a book on plant biology for a window box.
It's sort of adorable.
Zach is engrossed and Chris can't bring himself to interrupt him, so just watches him for a while. Zach's head is stooped, that ridiculous purple beenie hanging off the back of it. And he's pinching his bottom lip between his index finger and thumb as he reads, his hip cocked so he's half-leaning against the shelf of books. And his glasses are, shit, now Chris has a semi.
How? Chris asks himself, shaking his head with weary disgust and cupping the crotch of his jeans with his hand. (Because that will help, rubbing it.)
"I'm gonna go check these out," Chris mutters, hoping he can walk it off.
"Have you been reading Lady Chatterley's Lover again, Christopher?" Zach asks, arching an eyebrow at him.
"It's your fucking fault," Chris says, lowering his voice and looking over his shoulder. "Read less sexily, please."
"Do you see?" Zach says, closing the book and nodding sagely. This is clearly his library nod. "Do you see the power of a good cardigan?"
Chris rolls his eyes. "Can we get out of here, please?"
Zach considers it for a moment, then smiles mischievously. "Come here."
"This is a library. There are children present," Chris gasps, and it should be followed by the clutching of pearls.
"In the botany section? They're all reading about sparkly vampires."
"We can't."
"Come here," Zach says, nodding for Chris to stand behind him.
So Chris looks over his shoulder again and follows, standing behind Zach in the space between his back and the shelves. "Hey," Zach smiles when he does, and it's even more mischievous.
Chris blushes and giggles, pressing a quick kiss to the back of Zach's neck. "Hey."
"That cardigan is still fucking ugly," Zach says, turning his face to look over his shoulder at him and Chris can't resist kissing him on the cheek, too. "But when you have your glasses on, it's kind of hot."
Zach reaches his right hand back and squeezes Chris' crotch and Chris gasps, the small of his back knocking against one of the shelves. "Zach. Not here."
"Let me take those," Zach says, taking the pile of books from Chris with his free hand and putting them on one of the shelves. "Now give me your hand."
When Chris doesn't, Zach gives his crotch another squeeze with his other hand and Chris has to bite down on a moan. "I can't believe we're doing this here."
"It's Silverlake," Zach grins. "There's a couple rimming in the travel section right now."
"Don't say rimming."
"Come on. No one has walked past since I've been here," Zach says, the tips of their noses touching as he takes Chris' hand and puts it on the front of his pants. "See? See how aroused I am by bad knitwear."
"I see," Chris says, pressing the heel of his palm into Zach's erection until he murmurs something incoherent. "You don't hate the cardigan. You're secretly in love with it."
Zach counters by unzipping Chris' jeans and slipping his hand inside. And it makes Chris groan suddenly and his hips jerk back.
But Zach just smiles and begins to rub Chris' erection through his underwear. "It's a thin line, Christopher."
"I see that now," Chris says, unzipping Zach's pants. When his hand finds Zach's erection, Zach purrs, pressing it against Chris' palm as Chris begins to stroke it through the cotton of his briefs.
After that, things are a little blurry as hands and hips begin to work in slow, steady harmony. Chris leans back against the shelves to steady himself as Zach puts an arm out to brace himself against the ones opposite him. Chris reaches lower for Zach's balls and tugs them gently and Zach makes a delighted sound that forces Chris to wrap his free hand around Zach's throat and tug his head back.
They kiss deeply, muffling all other sounds apart from their heavy breathing and the brush of cotton on cotton. Usually Zach would be pulling Chris' hair by now, telling Chris to come for him, telling Chris how close he is. But all they can do is kiss sloppily as they rub up against one another, the smell of Zach and old books making
Chris dizzy.
He curls his tongue around Zach's and tugs his balls again and Zach comes with a strangled grunt, his whole body shuddering as Chris grinds himself against the palm of Zach's hand. It's enough to make Chris come too, his fingers tightening around Zach's neck as his hips buck suddenly.
"Shit," Chris gasps, his eyes still closed as Zach continues to rub him tenderly.
Zach turns to face him and they kiss again, slow and deep, Zach's hands in Chris' hair as Chris sweeps his thumb over Zach's Adam's Apple.
When they peel apart with a reluctant sigh, Chris presses another quick kiss to the corner of Zach's mouth. "I hope you're planning to buy my cardigan dinner after that."
"Early Bird Special?" Zach says, kissing him back.
END
Cardigan-羊毛开衫
译者说:呃这篇文打开的时候就没有warning,没有summary...啥都没有,上来就是文...所以就这样...
"这儿那些年纪大的人都穿得比你好些,"当他们走进图书馆,zach抬腿带动臀部摇摆的时候说."事实上拄着拐杖的老头子都不会穿那种羊毛开衫."
"我还从来不知道一个人可以对一件衣服反胃到这种程度."chris回答,摇摇头."这就是件见鬼的羊毛开衫而已."
"是很丑的羊毛开衫."zach厌恶地哼了一声,把书放在电控输送带上.
这是zach的新"花样",在图书馆借书而不是在书店买书,因为这样更环保,更有意义.但他不喜欢chris说这是个"花样";拯救世界又不是一蹴而就的,很显然嘛.
"你现在就穿着羊毛开衫."
"这是Vivienne Westwood[维维安·韦斯特伍德 Vivienne Westwood英国时装设计师，时装界的“朋克之母”。矢泽爱的漫画《NANA》中，女主角大崎娜娜的衣服和首饰大部分是Vivienne Westwood的。标志是带光环的地球仪?]."走进图书馆主库的时候zach气哼哼地说.有个年轻姑娘坐在一张沙发上看暮光之城,他停在那女孩儿面前,"你应该看看Philip Pullman[菲利普·普尔曼（Philip Pullman，1946- ），英国当代著名作家，毕业于牛津大学，曾任教威斯敏斯特大学，教授维多利亚时期文学与民间故事.前作《雾中红宝石》、《北方阴影》、《井中之虎》为少女莎莉·洛克赫的冒险三部曲，充满维多利亚时代的惊悚趣味，广受好评。《黑暗物质三部曲》出版后，畅销不坠，风靡欧美，皆认为其深度与文学性足堪名列文学史。]."zach一本正经地点头,"Will Parry(黑暗物质三部曲主人公之一,详见http://hdm.wikia.com/wiki/William_Parry)不咋滴."
那姑娘看上去要哭了.
"我要去找些合适的书,"zach说,又一下臀部的摇摆."看the Beatniks(http://movie.douban.com/subject/2133872/)开心."
"他们是俄罗斯的,并不意味着好些!"chris耸耸肩,站在墙纸剥落的过道上吼回去.
*
20分钟后chris抱了满怀的书虽然他根本没时间读倒也舍不得丢下.
他在图书馆里一个被人遗忘的角落找到的zach,鼻子都要埋到一本植物学书里去了.(那是另一件"花样",自己种蔬菜.他有个搁在窗台上的盒子和无限的希望.)角落里其实挺黑的,虽然有点光线,但没人会注意到这儿.因为zach是唯一一个在银湖区还会为了窗台上的蔬菜盆子专门去借一本植物学的书的.
还蛮可爱的.
zach全神贯注,chris实在不忍心打断他,所以就这么看了他一会儿.zach的头一点一点的,那顶滑稽的帽子就那么挂在后脑勺上.他看书的时候用食指和拇指捏着下嘴唇,他翘着屁股,半倚着书架.而且他的眼镜...见鬼,现在chris半勃了.
怎么回事?chris问自己,带着点厌恶地摇摇头,用手罩着牛仔裤的前裆.(因为那有帮助,蹭蹭什么的.)
"我去把这些书还了."chris嘀咕,希望他能溜走.
"你重读过查泰莱夫人的情人了吗,Christopher?"zach向他挑起一边的眉毛,问.
"那该死的是你的错,"chris压低声音说,越过他的肩膀."看书最没兴致了,拜托."
"看见了吧?"zach合上书,一本正经地点头.这显然是他的"图书馆里才用的"点头."看到一件好的羊毛开衫的作用了吧?"
chris翻翻眼睛."我们能离开这儿吗?"
zach考虑了一会儿,然后笑得无比开怀."过来."
"这儿是图书馆.有小孩的."chris喘气,总得注意点.
"在植物学区?他们都在读闪闪发亮的吸血鬼."
"我们不行."
"过来这儿,"zach坚持,对chris站在他身后点点头.
现在chris越过他的肩跟着看,站在zach背后和书架之间的空隙里."嗨,"zach微笑,看起来更调皮.
chris脸红,咯咯笑,在zach后颈上印下一个吻."嗨."
"羊毛开衫还是丑到爆,"zach说,扭过头去看着他,chris不能自抑地也吻在他面颊上."但是你戴上眼镜,就很辣."
zach扭过右手挤压chris的裤裆,chris喘了一下,背部装上书架."zach,别在这儿."
"把那些书给我,"zach用空着的手把chris手上的书接过来,放在书架上."现在把手给我."
当chris没照做的时候zach用另一只手又挤压了一下chris.chris不得不咽下一声呻吟."我不敢相信我们在这里干这个."
"这里是银湖,"zach咧嘴,"有一对儿在旅行区那边干的正欢呢."
"别说那个词."
"拜托.我到这里之前还没人经过,"zach说,在把chris的手拉倒他裤子上的时候碰碰两人的鼻尖."瞧?看我对劣质针织品多生气啊."
"我感觉到了,"chris说,把掌跟按在zach的勃起上直到他哼哼出些颠三倒四的东西."你才不恨这羊毛开衫呢.你偷偷的爱死它了."
zach用拉下chris的裤链伸手进去反击.这让chris突然喘息一声臀部前挺.
但zach只是微笑然后开始隔着内裤揉chris的勃起."防线很薄弱啊,Christopher."
"现在知道了,"chris拉下zach的裤链说.当他的手找到zach的勃起时,zach像猫一样呼噜着,把chris的手掌按向自己,而chris开始沿着内裤的缝线蹭他.
在那之后,手和臀之间找到了一种缓慢,稳定和谐的节奏,周围一切都模糊了.chris靠在书架上来稳住自己,zach一只胳膊撑在对面的书架上支撑着.chris向下找到zach的双球轻轻地拽着,zach发出一个欣喜的声音驱使chris握住zach的喉咙将他的头向后拖.
他们深深地接吻,周围的声音都消失,除却两人之间沉重的呼吸和炙热的摩擦.通常情况下,zach这时候要开始拽chris的头发了,告诉chris为他高潮,告诉chris他就要到了.但现在他们只是黏糊糊地吻着,互相揉蹭着对方,zach和旧书的味道让chris有点晕乎乎的.
他卷起zach的舌头又拽了拽他的双球,zach就呛咳着到了.他的整个身体都在发抖时chris在zach的手掌里磨蹭.这足够让chris到了,他的手指在zach的脖子上收紧,臀部猛地挺动.
"该死."chris喘息,当zach温柔地揉着他的时候眼睛还闭着.
zach转身面对他,接吻,轻柔而缓慢,zach的手在chris的头发里穿梭,chris在zach的喉结上抚摸.
不情愿地叹息着分开,chris在zach嘴角啄下一吻."希望你计划为之后的羊毛开衫晚餐买单."
"早报名优惠?"zach问,吻回去.
END
"There are elderly men in here who are better dressed than you," Zach says with a swing of the hips as they walk into the library. "Actual old people with walking sticks who wouldn't wear that cardigan."
"I've never known anyone to have such visceral reaction to an item of clothing," Chris says, shaking his head. "It's a fucking cardigan."
"It's ugly," Zach says, returning their books onto the computerized conveyor belt with a snort of disgust.
This is Zach's new 'thing', borrowing books from the library instead of buying them because it's better for the environment, which makes sense. But he hates it when Chris refers to it as a 'thing'; saving the world isn't a phase, apparently.
"You're wearing a cardigan right now."
"This is Vivienne Westwood," Zach says with mock indignation as they walk into the main library. There's a young girl sitting on one of the couches reading Twilight and he stops dead. "You should read Philip Pullman," Zach nods sagely. "Will Parry doesn't sparkle."
The girl looks as if she is going to cry.
"I'm going to look at the proper books," Zach says with another swing of the hips. "Have fun with the Beatniks."
"Just cos they're Russian, doesn't make them better," Chris says, over his shoulder as he peels off down one of the aisles.
*
Twenty minutes later Chris has an armful of books he has no time to read but can't bear to leave behind.
He finds Zach in a forgotten corner of the library, his nose in a book about botany of all things. (That's another of his 'things', growing his own vegetables. He has a window box and limitless hope.) It's actually darker in this corner, as though some of the light bulbs have blown and no one has noticed because Zach is the only man in Silver Lake who would consider borrowing a book on plant biology for a window box.
It's sort of adorable.
Zach is engrossed and Chris can't bring himself to interrupt him, so just watches him for a while. Zach's head is stooped, that ridiculous purple beenie hanging off the back of it. And he's pinching his bottom lip between his index finger and thumb as he reads, his hip cocked so he's half-leaning against the shelf of books. And his glasses are, shit, now Chris has a semi.
How? Chris asks himself, shaking his head with weary disgust and cupping the crotch of his jeans with his hand. (Because that will help, rubbing it.)
"I'm gonna go check these out," Chris mutters, hoping he can walk it off.
"Have you been reading Lady Chatterley's Lover again, Christopher?" Zach asks, arching an eyebrow at him.
"It's your fucking fault," Chris says, lowering his voice and looking over his shoulder. "Read less sexily, please."
"Do you see?" Zach says, closing the book and nodding sagely. This is clearly his library nod. "Do you see the power of a good cardigan?"
Chris rolls his eyes. "Can we get out of here, please?"
Zach considers it for a moment, then smiles mischievously. "Come here."
"This is a library. There are children present," Chris gasps, and it should be followed by the clutching of pearls.
"In the botany section? They're all reading about sparkly vampires."
"We can't."
"Come here," Zach says, nodding for Chris to stand behind him.
So Chris looks over his shoulder again and follows, standing behind Zach in the space between his back and the shelves. "Hey," Zach smiles when he does, and it's even more mischievous.
Chris blushes and giggles, pressing a quick kiss to the back of Zach's neck. "Hey."
"That cardigan is still fucking ugly," Zach says, turning his face to look over his shoulder at him and Chris can't resist kissing him on the cheek, too. "But when you have your glasses on, it's kind of hot."
Zach reaches his right hand back and squeezes Chris' crotch and Chris gasps, the small of his back knocking against one of the shelves. "Zach. Not here."
"Let me take those," Zach says, taking the pile of books from Chris with his free hand and putting them on one of the shelves. "Now give me your hand."
When Chris doesn't, Zach gives his crotch another squeeze with his other hand and Chris has to bite down on a moan. "I can't believe we're doing this here."
"It's Silverlake," Zach grins. "There's a couple rimming in the travel section right now."
"Don't say rimming."
"Come on. No one has walked past since I've been here," Zach says, the tips of their noses touching as he takes Chris' hand and puts it on the front of his pants. "See? See how aroused I am by bad knitwear."
"I see," Chris says, pressing the heel of his palm into Zach's erection until he murmurs something incoherent. "You don't hate the cardigan. You're secretly in love with it."
Zach counters by unzipping Chris' jeans and slipping his hand inside. And it makes Chris groan suddenly and his hips jerk back.
But Zach just smiles and begins to rub Chris' erection through his underwear. "It's a thin line, Christopher."
"I see that now," Chris says, unzipping Zach's pants. When his hand finds Zach's erection, Zach purrs, pressing it against Chris' palm as Chris begins to stroke it through the cotton of his briefs.
After that, things are a little blurry as hands and hips begin to work in slow, steady harmony. Chris leans back against the shelves to steady himself as Zach puts an arm out to brace himself against the ones opposite him. Chris reaches lower for Zach's balls and tugs them gently and Zach makes a delighted sound that forces Chris to wrap his free hand around Zach's throat and tug his head back.
They kiss deeply, muffling all other sounds apart from their heavy breathing and the brush of cotton on cotton. Usually Zach would be pulling Chris' hair by now, telling Chris to come for him, telling Chris how close he is. But all they can do is kiss sloppily as they rub up against one another, the smell of Zach and old books making
Chris dizzy.
He curls his tongue around Zach's and tugs his balls again and Zach comes with a strangled grunt, his whole body shuddering as Chris grinds himself against the palm of Zach's hand. It's enough to make Chris come too, his fingers tightening around Zach's neck as his hips buck suddenly.
"Shit," Chris gasps, his eyes still closed as Zach continues to rub him tenderly.
Zach turns to face him and they kiss again, slow and deep, Zach's hands in Chris' hair as Chris sweeps his thumb over Zach's Adam's Apple.
When they peel apart with a reluctant sigh, Chris presses another quick kiss to the corner of Zach's mouth. "I hope you're planning to buy my cardigan dinner after that."
"Early Bird Special?" Zach says, kissing him back.
END
Cardigan-羊毛开衫
译者说:呃这篇文打开的时候就没有warning,没有summary...啥都没有,上来就是文...所以就这样...
"这儿那些年纪大的人都穿得比你好些,"当他们走进图书馆,zach抬腿带动臀部摇摆的时候说."事实上拄着拐杖的老头子都不会穿那种羊毛开衫."
"我还从来不知道一个人可以对一件衣服反胃到这种程度."chris回答,摇摇头."这就是件见鬼的羊毛开衫而已."
"是很丑的羊毛开衫."zach厌恶地哼了一声,把书放在电控输送带上.
这是zach的新"花样",在图书馆借书而不是在书店买书,因为这样更环保,更有意义.但他不喜欢chris说这是个"花样";拯救世界又不是一蹴而就的,很显然嘛.
"你现在就穿着羊毛开衫."
"这是Vivienne Westwood[维维安·韦斯特伍德 Vivienne Westwood英国时装设计师，时装界的“朋克之母”。矢泽爱的漫画《NANA》中，女主角大崎娜娜的衣服和首饰大部分是Vivienne Westwood的。标志是带光环的地球仪?]."走进图书馆主库的时候zach气哼哼地说.有个年轻姑娘坐在一张沙发上看暮光之城,他停在那女孩儿面前,"你应该看看Philip Pullman[菲利普·普尔曼（Philip Pullman，1946- ），英国当代著名作家，毕业于牛津大学，曾任教威斯敏斯特大学，教授维多利亚时期文学与民间故事.前作《雾中红宝石》、《北方阴影》、《井中之虎》为少女莎莉·洛克赫的冒险三部曲，充满维多利亚时代的惊悚趣味，广受好评。《黑暗物质三部曲》出版后，畅销不坠，风靡欧美，皆认为其深度与文学性足堪名列文学史。]."zach一本正经地点头,"Will Parry(黑暗物质三部曲主人公之一,详见http://hdm.wikia.com/wiki/William_Parry)不咋滴."
那姑娘看上去要哭了.
"我要去找些合适的书,"zach说,又一下臀部的摇摆."看the Beatniks(http://movie.douban.com/subject/2133872/)开心."
"他们是俄罗斯的,并不意味着好些!"chris耸耸肩,站在墙纸剥落的过道上吼回去.
*
20分钟后chris抱了满怀的书虽然他根本没时间读倒也舍不得丢下.
他在图书馆里一个被人遗忘的角落找到的zach,鼻子都要埋到一本植物学书里去了.(那是另一件"花样",自己种蔬菜.他有个搁在窗台上的盒子和无限的希望.)角落里其实挺黑的,虽然有点光线,但没人会注意到这儿.因为zach是唯一一个在银湖区还会为了窗台上的蔬菜盆子专门去借一本植物学的书的.
还蛮可爱的.
zach全神贯注,chris实在不忍心打断他,所以就这么看了他一会儿.zach的头一点一点的,那顶滑稽的帽子就那么挂在后脑勺上.他看书的时候用食指和拇指捏着下嘴唇,他翘着屁股,半倚着书架.而且他的眼镜...见鬼,现在chris半勃了.
怎么回事?chris问自己,带着点厌恶地摇摇头,用手罩着牛仔裤的前裆.(因为那有帮助,蹭蹭什么的.)
"我去把这些书还了."chris嘀咕,希望他能溜走.
"你重读过查泰莱夫人的情人了吗,Christopher?"zach向他挑起一边的眉毛,问.
"那该死的是你的错,"chris压低声音说,越过他的肩膀."看书最没兴致了,拜托."
"看见了吧?"zach合上书,一本正经地点头.这显然是他的"图书馆里才用的"点头."看到一件好的羊毛开衫的作用了吧?"
chris翻翻眼睛."我们能离开这儿吗?"
zach考虑了一会儿,然后笑得无比开怀."过来."
"这儿是图书馆.有小孩的."chris喘气,总得注意点.
"在植物学区?他们都在读闪闪发亮的吸血鬼."
"我们不行."
"过来这儿,"zach坚持,对chris站在他身后点点头.
现在chris越过他的肩跟着看,站在zach背后和书架之间的空隙里."嗨,"zach微笑,看起来更调皮.
chris脸红,咯咯笑,在zach后颈上印下一个吻."嗨."
"羊毛开衫还是丑到爆,"zach说,扭过头去看着他,chris不能自抑地也吻在他面颊上."但是你戴上眼镜,就很辣."
zach扭过右手挤压chris的裤裆,chris喘了一下,背部装上书架."zach,别在这儿."
"把那些书给我,"zach用空着的手把chris手上的书接过来,放在书架上."现在把手给我."
当chris没照做的时候zach用另一只手又挤压了一下chris.chris不得不咽下一声呻吟."我不敢相信我们在这里干这个."
"这里是银湖,"zach咧嘴,"有一对儿在旅行区那边干的正欢呢."
"别说那个词."
"拜托.我到这里之前还没人经过,"zach说,在把chris的手拉倒他裤子上的时候碰碰两人的鼻尖."瞧?看我对劣质针织品多生气啊."
"我感觉到了,"chris说,把掌跟按在zach的勃起上直到他哼哼出些颠三倒四的东西."你才不恨这羊毛开衫呢.你偷偷的爱死它了."
zach用拉下chris的裤链伸手进去反击.这让chris突然喘息一声臀部前挺.
但zach只是微笑然后开始隔着内裤揉chris的勃起."防线很薄弱啊,Christopher."
"现在知道了,"chris拉下zach的裤链说.当他的手找到zach的勃起时,zach像猫一样呼噜着,把chris的手掌按向自己,而chris开始沿着内裤的缝线蹭他.
在那之后,手和臀之间找到了一种缓慢,稳定和谐的节奏,周围一切都模糊了.chris靠在书架上来稳住自己,zach一只胳膊撑在对面的书架上支撑着.chris向下找到zach的双球轻轻地拽着,zach发出一个欣喜的声音驱使chris握住zach的喉咙将他的头向后拖.
他们深深地接吻,周围的声音都消失,除却两人之间沉重的呼吸和炙热的摩擦.通常情况下,zach这时候要开始拽chris的头发了,告诉chris为他高潮,告诉chris他就要到了.但现在他们只是黏糊糊地吻着,互相揉蹭着对方,zach和旧书的味道让chris有点晕乎乎的.
他卷起zach的舌头又拽了拽他的双球,zach就呛咳着到了.他的整个身体都在发抖时chris在zach的手掌里磨蹭.这足够让chris到了,他的手指在zach的脖子上收紧,臀部猛地挺动.
"该死."chris喘息,当zach温柔地揉着他的时候眼睛还闭着.
zach转身面对他,接吻,轻柔而缓慢,zach的手在chris的头发里穿梭,chris在zach的喉结上抚摸.
不情愿地叹息着分开,chris在zach嘴角啄下一吻."希望你计划为之后的羊毛开衫晚餐买单."
"早报名优惠?"zach问,吻回去.
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