The friends in the bar originally made an appointment to celebrate Boss Yan's grand opening. When it was close to four o'clock, it started to rain suddenly, and halfway through the meal, Yan Zhuo made a nonsense excuse, held up an umbrella and took a taxi away. When he ran downstairs to Shen Ji's company, his coat was half wet.
Yan Zhuo sat in the coffee shop opposite the company and ordered a cup of coffee. He could see Shen Ji's office by the window, but that was all he could see. The person he was thinking of couldn't even be seen, but He still chooses to sit here every time, staring outside, probably in various senses of 'undeadly heart'.
The table was knocked twice, Yan Zhuo turned his head and saw that it was Shen Ji, the corner of his mouth was raised slightly, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he said, "When did you come here?"
Shen Ji looked at the wet coat he put on the chair, and said, "Let's go, go home."
Yan Zhuo was a little guilty, Shen Ji seemed a little unhappy, Yan Zhuo walked out with Shen Ji and said wearily: "The party is very boring, I just want to come to you early, and it's raining, why don't you have an umbrella?" manage?"
Walking to the door, Yan Zhuo was blown thoroughly by the cold wind, subconsciously pulled his shirt, and covered his lower abdomen with his hands, but just as he took a step, he was pulled into his arms by the people around him, and Shen Ji held his hand in his arms. On the side of Yan Zhuo's waist, Yan Zhuo's ears were reddened by the sudden close distance, and his waist also started to itch. The heat from Shen Ji's palm was transmitted through a thin layer of fabric, and directly hooked to his heart. , the rabbit in his arms began to jump uncontrollably.
The two were holding an umbrella, half of Yan Zhuo's body was protected by Shen Ji, they trotted into the car, waited until Shen Ji went around and sat in the driver's seat, Shen Ji took off his wet coat, Yan Zhuo He looked down at his shirt, it didn't get any rain, he tilted his head to look at Shen Ji, the corners of his eyes became hotter, and quickly pressed a light kiss on the corner of Shen Ji's mouth.
Shen Ji touched the back of his neck, looked at him intently, and asked, "Is it cold?"
Speaking of turning on the heater in the car, Yan Zhuo tilted his head and propped his chin to look at Shen Ji. After watching for a while, he said firmly: "I used to say that falling in love with you again every day is not a nice word. Shen Ji , as long as you touch me, I feel so palpitating that I want to cry."
When they got home, Shen Ji threw him into the bathroom. Yan Zhuo hooked Shen Ji's neck at the door of the bathroom and begged for a kiss. Ginger soup."
Yan Zhuo doesn't like to drink ginger soup, and tries to escape every time, but Shen Ji always has a way to deal with him. Yan Zhuo immediately let go and went into the bathroom, while Shen Ji went back to the bedroom to help him get a change of clothes.
Yan Zhuo took off his clothes, stood in front of the mirror, wiped the mirror full of white fog, he raised his hand and touched his lips, he recalled the heat of Shen Ji's lips and tongue just now, his fingers pried open his lips and teeth, and on the tip of his tongue After scratching, Yan Zhuo blushed with shame, but physically he felt dull. With a blushing face, he quickly turned on the nozzle, and when the water was flowing down, he took the shower gel and washed his hands first.
After Qixi Festival, he and Shen Ji became a purely chatting relationship under the quilt. The main reason was that Yan Zhuo caught a cold, and first refused to drink ginger soup and then refused to take medicine. A small cold lasted for half a month. After Yan Zhuo recovered from his cold, he hugged Shen Ji tightly every night. Shen Ji took him into his arms and held his waist.
Sure enough, Shen Ji showed up specifically to deal with Yan Zhuo.
When Shen Ji brought a change of clothes, Yan Zhuo dragged him under the shower, his soft lips pressed against Shen Ji's lips, Yan Zhuo pressed against Shen Ji's body tightly, and tentatively pried the tip of his tongue away Touching Shen Ji's lips and teeth, Shen Ji put his mouth behind Yan Zhuo's ear, and let Yan Zhuo's soft tongue lick his palate.
Yan Zhuo hooked Shen Ji's waist, unbuttoned Shen Ji's pants, buried his head on Shen Ji's shoulder, tiptoed, and grabbed Shen Ji's arm with the other hand. Shen Ji looked down at Yan Zhuo's His neck was already red, his shoulders were trembling, Yan Zhuo was about to be forced to cry, and he said anxiously: "Shen Ji, don't you feel sorry for me anymore?"
Shen Ji pushed the person against the wall, and used his arm to block the gap between the wall and Yan Zhuo's back. Yan Zhuo's leg was hanging in the bend of the other arm, and his lower body pushed up against Yan Zhuo's inner wall. The back acupoint was wet and soft. Yan Zhuo was hit by pleasure almost the moment Shen Ji entered, Shen Ji pushed twice slowly, lingering around the sensitive point, refusing to give him any pleasure, Yan Zhuo grabbed Shen Ji's back, There was a small whimper in his throat.
Shen Ji said in a deep voice, "I'll feed you two bowls of ginger soup tonight."
The corners of Yan Zhuo's eyes were red, he grabbed him hard, tried to argue and said eagerly: "I didn't drink alcohol today."
Shen Ji aimed at the sensitive point and grinded vigorously. The sudden intense pleasure made Yan Zhuo almost unsteady. His toes curled up comfortably, and his neck was raised slightly. Shen Ji kept moving his lower body, moving from bottom to top. Nervously, he tilted his head slightly and bit Yan Zhuo's Adam's apple lightly.
"Ah... um, um, I didn't drink at all, really, really." Yan Zhuo spoke intermittently, with his mouth open, panting, occasionally biting his lips tightly, letting out a few nasal sounds.
Shen Ji clenched his waist, amidst the sound of shower water, occasionally mixed with the sound of bumping his body, Yan Zhuo blushed, but soon his other thoughts were smashed by Shen Ji's bump, he There was only a violently beating heart left, and he hugged the person, but as if he wanted to confirm, he kept calling Shen Ji's name.
Shen Ji hummed, licked the tip of Yan Zhuo's tongue, and said, "I didn't drink, so I rewarded you, can you bear it?"
Although his words were questions, but without waiting for any response from Yan Zhuo, Shen Ji picked him up a bit, turned around and placed him on the sink, broke through the creases again, and thrust without hesitation, his body was knocked backwards Falling backward, Yan Zhuo quickly put his arms around Shen Ji's neck, and hummed intermittently in Shen Ji's ear.
When Yan Zhuo was hugged and put on the bed, it was almost twelve o'clock. The heat on Yan Zhuo's body hadn't faded yet, Yan Zhuo grabbed the bed sheet, closed his eyes and heard the sound of his own moaning, Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth, feeling his heart start beating restlessly again.
Shen Ji sat on the bed, handed over the bowl of ginger soup, Yan Zhuo had a bitter face, and forced himself to drink half of the bowl, Yan Zhuo pursed his lips, and said pitifully, "My legs are weak."
After finishing speaking, I realized that there is no direct connection between weak legs and not drinking ginger soup.
Shen Ji raised his eyebrows, and took the ginger soup away from Yan Zhuo's eyes. Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then saw Shen Ji took a sip, pressed his lips against his body, and the ginger soup didn't leak a single drop. The ground was poured into his mouth, Yan Zhuo was so suppressed that he had no ability to resist until the bowl was half full, Yan Zhuo blushed and touched his hot belly.
A little depressed, and a little sweet.
The sweet one is Shen Ji.
The depressed one was also because of Shen Ji, who didn't even stick out his tongue.