"Liar, I told you not to touch me." Yan Yan lay limply in Zhuang Yiyun's arms, his voice half hoarse, and even his reproaches sounded like coquettish words without any strength.
He was in a mess, but Zhuang Yiyun was neat and tidy, as if he had never done anything. His naked chest and abdomen pressed against Zhuang Yiyun's white shirt, and his body was particularly sensitive at this moment, and it hurt a little from the belt and belt buckle on his body. Zhuang Yiyun's hand fell on the back of his neck, where there was a piece of skin that was red and swollen from his kissing and biting. Zhuang Yiyun hugged him and rubbed it gently to comfort him.
"I didn't agree. Is it cold?"
"A little bit..."
Zhuang Yiyun took two steps with the man in his arms, took a blanket to wrap him up, and then carried him into the bathroom with the blanket and filled him with water. Yan Yan sat by the bathtub and watched him add soothing essential oils. When he stretched out his hand, his arm muscles bulged, filling the cuffs, and the arc was very beautiful. Having just been beaten up, Yan Yan was still fearless and flirted with him, hooking his cuffs and poking his upper arms back and forth with his fingertips.
Zhuang Yiyun turned around and pressed his hand on his tailbone through the blanket.
"Who said you can't touch me just now? Is it not enough now?"
Yan Yan was like a lazy cat, following his movements, half of his body weight resting on his hands. Zhuang Yiyun opened his palms to hold them, and the strength of bones and the softness of flesh instantly filled his palms. Yan Yan looked wild, and he had muscles, but when he was not exerting force, he was soft, and people didn't want to let go after pinching him. Zhuang Yiyun couldn't let go of his skin and flesh after tasting it.
"Brother, can you wash me?"
"What else?"
"Let's wash together."
"Grandfather, you're not going to work tomorrow?" Zhuang Yiyun wanted to make trouble, but he couldn't bear to see Yan Yan suffer. He had been going out a lot with Luo Runfeng recently, and he was busy and tired during the day, and he was also exhausted at night. He was afraid that Yan Yan couldn't bear it.
"Okay." Yan Yan stood up, threw away the blanket and stepped into the bathtub.
Zhuang Yiyun unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to help him wash. His hand passed over the red mark on the back of his neck, and he couldn't help leaning over and kissing it again. It was already a little red and swollen, and it stung even more when he touched it. Yan Yan subconsciously dodged forward.
"Why do you always kiss this?"
Zhuang Yiyun looked at him with deep eyes, and said after a while: "This is the place where you kissed me for the first time. Yanyan, let's get a tattoo, let's get this tattoo."
Yan Yan was surprised. Well, after piercing his ears, Dr. Zhuang developed a new content for his belated rebellion - tattoo.
"What do you want a tattoo of?"
"Anything is fine, as long as it's with you."
"Sorry for the foul, brother." Yan Yan turned around, his long neck forming an elegant curve. He tilted his head back and kissed Zhuang Yiyun on his protruding Adam's apple.
After all, it was just a bath. Yan Yan's mouth and hands were all splashed, but there were dark circles under his eyes. Zhuang Yiyun felt distressed when he looked at him for even a second.
The next day, Zhuang Yiyun sent Yan Yan to work. He was reluctant to let her go when he arrived at the law firm. In the city's CBD, cars were coming and going downstairs of the Grade A office buildings, and people were rushing to work.
"Brother, if you don't let me go I'm going to be late."
"Let's have lunch together?"
"I may not have time today." Yan Yan took the initiative to kiss him as a comfort.
Zhuang Yiyun pressed his fingers on the back of his neck, obviously not satisfied with a light kiss, but he couldn't stay for long under the office building during the morning rush hour, so he could only let go of her hand regretfully.
"Go ahead."