Zhan Wuyou raised his head.
It's a good night tonight, and the moonlight shines on half of the room.
He looked at Yan Qing by the moonlight.
Who would have thought that the legendary Lord Yan would have such a handsome appearance. Everyone was afraid of his ruthless methods, but they couldn't help yearning for the power he held.
He is always so high and mighty.
No matter how good he was, no one dared to look him in the eyes.
But Zhan Wuyou dared.
Only Zhan Wuyou knows how gentle, considerate and passionate his lover is.
He buried himself deeply in Yan Qing's arms, carefully sniffing the very faint smell of cigars on the man's body.
"En?" Yan Qing hummed softly from her nose.
This is a silent urging waiting for his reply. It has been a long time since Zhan Wuyou has done "Yan Qing-style reading comprehension", but as soon as he heard his lover's voice, his mind automatically started to turn, and he opened his lips and obediently shouted, "Master."
His ears turned red when he shouted this.
When I first came to Yan Qing's place, this address was the awe of following the crowd; after climbing into Yan Qing's bed, this address was the qualitative relationship between the two;
A title that can never go wrong no matter how you shout it.
Yan Qing was satisfied with this title, this little thing that crawled into his bed didn't have superfluous delusions, very good.
He let go of Zhan Wuyou, put on a nightgown, and walked barefoot to the chaise longue aside to start cutting cigars. Zhan Wuyou lay on the bed, his eyes followed Yan Qing closely.
It's nice to see Yan Qing in real life.
This is his love, his!
The man's strong and charming body was half covered by a thin nightgown, and under the thin and tough skin were muscles full of strength.
The blue flame of the 'click' lighter lit the cigar, and the man's handsome face was even more stunning in the faint smoke.
"When we start tomorrow, I will ask them to pay more attention." Yan Qing looked at Zhan Wuyou's talking eyes, took a puff of cigarette lightly, and said a few more words, "Xiaoyan, because your family is big The young master is still lying in the hospital, breaking your legs is not too much."
Zhan Wuyou: "..." and so on.
Zhan Wuyou sat up from the bed, he suddenly realized the problem.
Xiaoyan, Su Xiaoyan. The younger sister left behind by the brother who died trying to save Yan Qing.
This woman who was worried about marrying Yan Qing.
The Yan Qing who loves her to death in her mind is him a year later, and the relationship between the two of them now is just the little boy who just climbed out of bed and the boss who fell asleep when he was drunk.
Zhan Wuyou frowned, and looked at Yan Qing with more complaints.
In his previous life, he just didn't raise his legs well, and when the weather suddenly dropped, he felt pain like needle pricks. Although Yan Qing didn't express any regrets directly, but whenever the weather changed, she always had a gloomy face, and she covered him warmly and tucked him into the bed early, and hugged him to sleep together.
The more he recalled how good Yan Qing was, the more hateful this merciless Yan Qing seemed.
"Still not convinced?" Yan Qing looked into his eyes and became interested in chatting, "Do you know what happened to the person who offended Xiaoyan last time?"
"Dead." Zhan Wuyou replied without any ups and downs, "He died in a car accident, and the traffic police judged him to be drunk and driving."
Yan Qing glanced at him, "You know it very well."
certainly. After the two got together, Zhan Wuyou got a thorough understanding of the people around Yan Qing, especially Su Xiaoyan, the woman who often tripped him up secretly. On the surface, she looks like a delicate and weak dodder, but secretly she has done what a vicious female supporting role should do.
The one who executed the sentence at the beginning was Su Xiaoyan's admirer, and he even gave him a hard time when he started.
In his previous life, he also climbed into Yan Qing's bed. This Jinkou Yuyan was merciful, but when he actually hit him, he beat him to the ground and smashed his knees. In the end, two menisci were replaced and healed for more than half a year before he recovered. In this way, his skill also retreated a lot.
If not, how could he have been…
Of course, Zhan Wuyou is not the one who saves trouble. Back then, he took advantage of this incident to pretend to be pitiful to Yan Qing to gain goodwill, and finally succeeded in taking the position.
This time around, man, he's set. This leg must never be broken.
His mind was racing fast. After putting on a pajamas of the same style as Yan Qing's, she obediently half-kneeled at Yan Qing's feet, and said obediently, "I deserve this lesson, but you can only be the one who punishes me."
Please do it yourself? This is new.
Who doesn't know that Yan Qing is notoriously cruel and merciless, if he goes down like this, doesn't this kid think his life will be long
"Do you know what you're talking about?" Yan Qing held a cigar in one hand, and rubbed Zhan Wuyou's hair with the other hand like a pet, "My hands never show mercy."
Heh, how dare you break my leg, just wait to kneel down on the durian from now on, Yan Qing!
But Zhan Wuyou didn't dare to say this now, he was wearing a layer of obedient skin, and half snuggled up to Yan Qing's legs, "If you feel that you don't have enough weight to be merciful," he raised his pretty face slightly, Look at Yan Qing.
Yan Qing liked the child's eyes the most.
It is as beautiful as a drop of morning dew condensed with the essence of heaven and earth, always shining with moving water, clear and translucent.
Zhan Wuyou's eyes were locked on Yan Qing, his lips were slightly parted, and he gently bit the hem of his pajamas, his beautiful little head drilled up along the beautiful muscle texture of Yan Qing's body. The voice buried under the clothes was a little muffled, but the words were full of deceptive ambiguity, "I can add more until you think it's enough..."
Yan Qing tilted her neck slightly, and let out a refreshing voice, "En!"
But I thought in my heart: Fuck Chenlu, this kid has a very good tongue skill!
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Zhan Wuyou swallowed a mouthful of protein.
When she came out from under Yan Qing's nightgown, she savored it aftertaste, and Yan Qing was very angry when she saw it.
Burning in every sense.
This person doesn't know how many sausages he tasted, and one, two, three may be lined up in his mind at the moment.
This idea is really disgusting, he, Yan Qingqing, a big old man, got confused with the bus for the first time
He lost his good mood, and the movements of his hands became a lot heavier. He grabbed Zhan Wuyou's hand and threw him aside, and said with a gloomy face, "The tongue is quite flexible, it seems that you have tasted it a lot? Tell me, Yan Does it taste good?"
Although Zhan Wuyou felt that it was too early for Yan Qing, a bastard, to fall in love with him, but he somehow heard the possessiveness and the very faint sour smell of men.
He frowned, avoiding his domineering desire for monopoly, and asked, "Do you like it?"
This tongue is flexible enough to tie a bow, how dare you ask him if he likes it? Do you like the taste of the bus? Shameless!
... Cool... It's really cool.
Seeing that Yan Qing didn't answer, Zhan Wuyou naturally didn't dare to hang him, and explained, "If you like it, I'll go home and continue practicing, just a piece of cotton thread."
Yan Qing, an old virgin who has lived for twenty-eight years, knows for the first time that this thing can also be practiced.
Zhan Wuyou looked up at him, 'Yan Qing-style reading comprehension' had already graduated from the full level, and one could guess what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.
Getting angry for no reason, it must be inconvenient to go down the steps at the moment. He took the initiative to pass the steps over, "Master Yan has tried many people, right? Do you like me to serve you?"
In her previous life, Yan Qing had arrogantly stated that the people she had slept with lined up from the gate of Yan's house to the end of the opposite street.
In fact, how can a pure virgin champion dog who is only 28 easily admit that he is still a virgin
He looked at Zhan Wuyou intently, hooked his chin frivolously, "You really should practice more, compared to other children, you are still worse."
"Okay," Zhan Wuyou said very easily, "You can take it easy in those two days. If you break it, I won't be able to serve you." Two days later, Yan Qing has something to fly to France, waiting for him When she came back after staying for two days, Su Xiaoyan, who was not injured, should be discharged from the hospital.
Yan Qing lowered her head to look at him, "You're quite capable of talking to yourself, I agree?"
If you don't refuse, don't you agree
But this man is a good face, Zhan Wuyou is used to stroking along his hair, leaning his pretty little face on Yan Qing's lap, and pretending to slip into his nightgown...
"Okay." Yan Qing stretched out her hand to open her personality.
It's the fourth time tonight, and I can't stand it. But he couldn't lose face, so he changed from blocking to supporting, directly lifted Zhan Wuyou from the ground, and said out of conscience, "The technology is so bad, how dare you show it?"
[The author has something to say]: Yan Qing (smoking a cigar like a boss): I am dirty.
Take a puff of smoke, and slowly aftertaste: But, it's so cool!