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Lu Zhao took Xia Yu back to his home.
His residence in Chuan City has not changed, but he seldom came back in the past few years. There is no trace of worldly affairs in the villa, and it is as deserted as an abandoned castle.
Although Lu Zhao has lived here for a while, the villa is still cold and dull. Only from the half-read book on the sofa can one tell that there is an owner here.
As soon as he and Xia Yu entered the room, they leaned against the door and kissed each other. The light in the entrance was bright and warm, covering Xia Yu in the light. Her fair skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, as if it was covered with a layer of honey.
Several buttons on his shirt had fallen to the ground and his belt was undone.
Xia Yu whispered, "I can't bear it anymore."
Lu Zhao wasn't feeling any better either. He lowered his head and kissed Xia Yu, his voice muffled, "Then I won't go up."
He picked up Xia Yu and put him on the sofa. The shadows of the two people overlapped and were reflected on the wall.
Xia Yu said dazedly, "No Tao."
"Then don't wear it." Lu Zhao said.
Xia Yu bit Lu Zhao in dissatisfaction.
But his body was completely limp under Lu Zhao's hands, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were wet, and his face rubbed against Lu Zhao's shoulder unconsciously.
"I'll help you clean it up," Lu Zhao coaxed in a low voice, "Relax, it won't hurt you."
Xia Yu didn't believe a word Lu Zhao said, but he was now on the verge of death, so he nodded in the end.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Lu Zhao was like a wild beast freed from its shackles.
Xia Yu leaned back on the sofa and felt that his back was red from the collision, but the pain only increased the stimulation.
He felt like he was about to be broken by Lu Zhao, but he couldn't say against his will that he didn't enjoy it. He could only hug Lu Zhao's neck and curse him in a low voice, "Asshole..."
Lu Zhao confessed everything and bent down to kiss him again.
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Xia Yu's slender neck was straightened, like a dying swan. In a daze, he heard Lu Zhao kissing his ears and hairline, whispering, "I love you."
Xia Yu’s body stiffened.
But Lu Zhao looked at him very seriously.
Those gray-blue eyes were like the gems that Xia Yu saw in his mother's jewelry box when he was a child. They sparkled with a warm light, but felt cold to the touch. Even when immersed in the sun, they did not appear gentle, but only had a kind of incomparable nobility.
He always felt that Lu Zhao was like a precious sapphire, so gorgeous that it attracted everyone's attention, but it could only be treasured in a glass display case and could not be kept privately by anyone.
But now, the person who once made him infatuated and lost himself, when he was moved, said that he loved him.
It actually sounds quite serious.
"I love you."
Lu Zhao said it again. He seemed to know that Xia Yu didn't believe him. There was an imperceptible pain in his gem-like eyes.
Xia Yu was very useless. Because of this pain, his heart also ached.
But he still didn't answer, instead he blocked Lu Zhao's lips.
After finishing, Xia Yu couldn't lift a single finger.
After doing it downstairs, he was held in Lu Zhao's arms again and went all the way back to the bedroom upstairs. The two of them were like tireless beasts.