Lanzhai has always been blameless in its tenet of "giving guests the most considerate and comfortable service". The lights in the bathroom are not very bright, and they hit Xie Ning's face softly.
Shainin didn't feel any discomfort, but he still closed his eyes in irritation.
Most of the time, Xie Ning couldn't beat Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan is proud and confident, which is his innate character: once he has made up his mind, he will do his best to accomplish it.
And he does have a proud capital, and he has lived smoothly for more than 20 years. He has never suffered any losses from anyone, but has caused many people to suffer.
Zhuang Yan's father used to worry about his temperament, saying that sooner or later he would fall into a big somersault, and said, "This temperament may indeed have to suffer in order to grow up."
Ms. Qiao has a different view on this: "You don't have to experience failure to grow up. Some people are born with the best of luck."
Zhuang Yan's father glanced at her and said, "It's because you always praise him so much that you have cultivated him such a mighty appearance."
Ms. Qiao smiled: "Because I know him and know that he has an exact plan for his life. You only see what he wants to do and succeed in the end, but you don't know how many missteps and setbacks he has experienced during this period, it's just him Too stubborn, one road leads to the end, and at the end, if there is a dead end, the wall will be demolished, and he happens to have this ability. His self-confidence, based on his own strong foundation, is harmless.”
Zhuang Yan's father concluded with the last sentence: "I can't tell you anything about you anyway."
Zhuang Yan's life has been smooth all the way, so he is more confident and reckless, he won't let go when he decides, and he won't look back when he finds the way he wants to go.
But not Shainin.
Xie Ning's past was bumpy and bumpy. He had deeply questioned himself, and he had closed up his dazed heart alone on countless nights.
He became indifferent, did not ask for anything, did not have much obsession, and lived every day with the flow.
In the eyes of others, this is probably a kind of meekness.
And Mr. Rabbit, who was so docile and directionless, crashed into Mr. Blue Whale's arms, and was held by him and placed on his generous back.
So Mr. Blue Whale's direction became his direction.
When Zhuang Yan pretended to help him take a bath, Xie Ning wanted to reject him with a standpoint.
But when Zhuang Yan hooked his lips and looked at him with a half-smile, Xie Ning's position became unstable.
Mr. Rabbit, who was very assertive, was half-pushed by Mr. Blue Whale and led into the bathroom.
Zhuang Yan pressed him against the wall and kissed him for a long time.
They had kissed countless times, Zhuang Yan took the initiative, he took the initiative, both.
Sometimes they just rub their lips against each other's skin intimately, which is warm and natural; sometimes the lips and tongues are intertwined, the body fluids are exchanged, and the kiss is warm and exciting.
Today's kiss gave Xie Ning a different feeling.
Xie Ning thought that this might be because he was too nervous, so he had a different mentality.
But he could feel how much strength Zhuang Yan's hands used, as if he was not allowed to have the slightest chance to escape, and the place where his waist was being held began to heat faintly.
Shainin even thought there might be indentations on it.
What made Xie Ning unbearable the most was the look in Zhuang Yan's eyes when he looked at him at this time, the end of his brow was slightly raised, and the inevitable look made him look like a hunter, and Xie Ning was the one he was staring at. rabbit.
With nowhere to run, he was destined to be swallowed up by hunters.
Xie Ning had no choice but to close his eyes, pulling on Zhuang Yan's clothes with both hands helplessly, and was forced to raise his head under Zhuang Yan's powerful offensive to endure this wine-flavored kiss.
It wasn't particularly strong, but it wasn't too light. The smell of alcohol poured into his nostrils, and Xie Ning remembered that Zhuang Yan drank more than he did.
He realized later that he didn't know how good Zhuang Yan's drinking was.
Is Zhuang Yan sober now, or drunk
The hand holding the corner of the clothes paused, Xie Ning asked in a low voice while Zhuang Yan let go of him slightly, "Are you drunk?"
"No." Zhuang Yan answered quickly, his breath was close at hand, "Don't be in a hurry to speak, open your mouth, remember to exhale."
Only then did Xie Ning realize that he had been kissed until he forgot to breathe, and now his whole face was flushed red.
The moment he opened his mouth, Zhuang Yan took advantage of the emptiness, opened his teeth, eagerly came in and swept it again, and hooked Xie Ning's tongue, kissing him so much that he couldn't close his mouth at all.
"Um..." The uncontrollable nonsense syllables sounded like the whimpering of some kind of small animal, but Shainin was powerless to say anything else.
The smell of alcohol slowly fermented, and Xie Ning seemed to be drunk, and his consciousness gradually became blurred and chaotic.
In a trance, he felt a pair of hands rubbing against his waist, and it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for, and his fingers made several movements nimbly.
Xie Ning's reflex arc was slightly longer at this time, and he did not react.
It wasn't until after the "click" that he was awakened suddenly, opened his eyes, and pushed Zhuang Yan suddenly.
Facts proved to be useless, his strength was too light, and no matter what he did, it seemed like he was throwing his arms into his arms.
Xie Ning stammered when he spoke: "you, you, what are you doing."
"I'm helping you unbutton the secret button." Zhuang Yan looked at him confidently, "Are you going to take a bath in your clothes?"
Xie Ning didn't know whether to shock his hooligan or shock his righteous attitude: "I will understand it myself."
"Oh?" Zhuang Yan frowned, "Are you sure?"
Shennington felt bad.
Zhuang Yan lowered his head, bit his ear and said, "that's how you stood here back then, looking at me with teary eyes and saying that you can't take off your pants. That tone made my heart tremble because of the grievances. Now is the time to bring you back memories."
Zhuang Yan remembered that after taking Xie Ning into the bathroom, he also went to the bed to smoke a few cigarettes to refresh himself, and the cold wind would blow, so that he would stop thinking about things.
As a result, Xie Ning's words were so light and fluffy, and the barriers he had worked so hard to forge were so opened up.
On the second day after getting drunk, Zhuang Yan also described to Xie Ning what he had done, but he only mentioned it in one sentence. It was like now, when Zhuang Yan held his body and repeated the scene in person.
"Don't make trouble." The heat next to his ears seemed to be burning. Xie Ning refused to admit that he had done such a thing, and inexplicably heard the gnashing of teeth from Zhuang Yan's words.
"I didn't make trouble!"
The two were pushing and shoving, and someone's arm hit the switch of the shower head, and a stream of water suddenly sprayed from above, facing the top of their heads.
Zhuang Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand to block Xie Ning's top, the water hit his arm, flowed down slowly, and spilled from both sides.
Xie Ning was not spared either, that is, in an instant, the two of them seemed to have become scumbags.
"Pfft." Xie Ning looked at Zhuang Yan, who was covered in water, and couldn't help laughing, "I told you to stop making trouble."
Zhuang Yan shook the water on his face and hair: "Fortunately, the water temperature is moderate."
Otherwise, no matter if you are scalded by cold water or scalded by hot water, you will probably catch a cold.
"Your clothes are soaking wet." Xie Ning frowned.
Zhuang Yan doesn't care: "Anyway, if you have to take a bath, you should go into the water in advance."
Xie Ning stretched out his hand to pick up his clothes: "Take off the wet clothes first, it's easy to get sick if you are responsible."
Zhuang Yan let him do whatever he wanted, until Xie Ning unbuttoned his clothes several times before realizing something was wrong.
He raised his eyes and looked into Zhuang Yanhao's eyes.
"You take it off by yourself." Xie Ning retracted his hand and didn't start, the water-wet hair stuck to the edge of his ear, only a little red ear tip came out from the black hair.
His hand was half retracted, and Zhuang Yan grabbed it halfway, and pressed it back again: "Don't stop."
He evoked a smile, his voice was low, and there was a hint of hidden temptation: "I will help you to unbutton the belt, should you help me unbutton my shirt too?"
Xie Ning's hand was forcibly attached to Zhuang Yan's chest. Zhuang Yan was only wearing a shirt, which was not too thick. At this moment, more than half of it was soaked in water. It doesn't have any blocking effect at all.
And tactilely…
Xie Ning's heart beat faster.
That almost non-existent layer of fabric could not isolate Zhuang Yan's body heat at all, as if Xie Ning's palms could directly touch the concave and convex, vigorous and strong muscles at the chest.
Xie Ning's whole body seemed to be on fire, he was dizzy, and his mouth was dry for no reason.
He shivered twice, licking his dry lips unconsciously.
"Good, unbutton." Zhuang Yan leaned slightly, forcing Xie Ning to take a step back and lean back against the wall.
The wall is covered with tiles, and the back is just pasted, like it is stuck on an ice cube.
But Xie Ning's body had already started to heat up, especially the place where Zhuang Yan was attached, as if someone had set fire to it, and it gradually started a prairie fire.
He was too hot and needed to cool down through the ice behind him.
However, the temperature did not come down, and Xie Ning's head seemed to start to smoke. For some reason, he moved his hands unexpectedly and unbuttoned the remaining buttons of Zhuang Yan's shirt one by one.
Zhuang Yan's eyes suddenly sank two points.
In the chaos and embarrassment just now, Xie Ning didn't realize that his palm was close to his heart, his heart beating as fast as his.
Another intense, loving and emotional kiss followed.
I forgot who took the initiative, it might be Zhuang Yan, it might be Xie Ning, I just remember that when the consciousness returned, the two had already kissed deeply.
They didn't want to let go of each other, kissed each other, and hugged each other tightly.
The two people's soaked clothes were torn apart randomly, and they were thrown on the ground.
Everything that followed seemed to be a matter of course.
The shower was turned on again, and with the sound of dripping water, the hot air evaporated in the bathroom. The white mist-like gas first showed traces from the edge of the mirror, and then slowly spread until the entire bathroom became filled with water vapor.
Even at this time, the two of them did not forget to take a bath first.
Zhuang Yan kept his promise very much, locked Xie Ning firmly, and poured some showers from the bottle next to him: "I said I will help you bathe today."
Shainin: "...I don't need it."
Zhuang Yan laughed, and his voice became hoarse in the water vapor: "You will need it."
A few minutes later, Xie Ning struggled unsuccessfully, and his body was covered with shower gel. After dipping in water, it turned into white foam under kneading.
This feeling... is too shameful for Shainin.
He is not a three-year-old child, but Zhuang Yan really treats him as a child who can't take care of himself, no matter which part... he washed it carefully and seriously.
Xie Ning was held in his arms by him, and his body that had been washed by hot water several times was terribly sensitive, even if Zhuang Yan just accidentally touched it, it made his skin tremble.
Zhuang Yan bit his ear: "it hasn't started yet, how come you look like you can't bear it."
Xie Ning gasped slightly, his eyes were blank, and he couldn't speak at all.
Zhuang Yan lowered his head, and a soft kiss fell on his fair neck, causing the skin on his neck to shudder.
When he kissed his collarbone, Xie Ning whimpered, his eyes were lost, and his voice was hoarse: "Zhuang, Zhuang Yan..."
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan lingered at his collarbone twice and asked vaguely.
Xie Ning looked like he was about to cry: "I can't take it anymore."
The heat in the bathroom almost exploded, and in the next second, Zhuang extended his hand.
! ! ! ! ! !
"You...!!!" Xie Ning exploded in an instant, his body was like a dehydrated fish, and the fish tail swayed slightly.
"Don't be afraid." Zhuang Yan comforted him in a low voice, "It will make you comfortable soon."
"I..." Xie Ning curled up his toes unbearably. Before he could think of what to say, he was engulfed by panic and lust.
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"Are you comfortable?" Zhuang Yan asked with a smile.
Xie Ning shrank in his arms, unable to answer a word.
His consciousness is still sinking in the long and lingering passion.
He felt that he could not bear it for a long time, but at the moment of reaching the top, he felt that it was not enough - this should not be his satisfaction alone.
The lust and lust between lovers are mutual and equal, and sex and love are inseparable.
Sex without love is the release of physicality; love without sex is the pursuit of spiritual resonance.
Only two people who love each other ups and downs in love and desire together are the most irresistible in this world, the dual pleasure of body and spirit.
Xie Ning took a while to recover and slowly shook his head.
Zhuang Yan's smile stopped for a second, and he asked, "Uncomfortable?"
Xie Ning shook his head again, then hugged Zhuang Yan tightly, his voice hoarse and itchy: "You're not feeling well."
"So I wouldn't be comfortable either," he said.
Shainin responded with a kiss that was full of bite and lust, yet could make people feel tender and loving.
"I didn't intend to let you go today." Zhuang Yan snorted, "This is just the beginning."
Shainin thought he was hot enough before, but only now did he realize that the heat was far from enough.
Hotter than the body is the heart that burns like fire.
In a trance, Zhuang Yan hesitated when he picked him up, as if it was a bit difficult for two big men to support him like this.
"Are you going to the bathtub?" he asked.
Lan Zhai's bathroom is luxurious, and the bathtub is big enough for two adults to lie side by side.
Shainin's eyelashes trembled twice, and beads of water—perhaps sweat—slid from them.
He seemed to have waited for a long time to understand what Zhuang Yan meant, and shook his head in silence.
Zhuang Yan added: "Lying in the bathtub will make you more comfortable."
This time Shainin didn't reply to him right away.
Just after the silence, he suddenly stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Zhuang Yan's neck, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed him again.
At the same time, his feet also slowly hooked on Zhuang Yan's waist.
At a certain moment, I don't know if Xie Ning's voice was too soft, or if Zhuang Yanyou gave birth to auditory hallucinations in the deep desire.
He seemed to hear Shainin whispering to him seductively: "I miss you... just... fuck me."
Zhuang Yan's pupils instantly turned red.
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