Wen Yu knew for the first time that Ying Chen's body could also be hot. The hot temperature can be felt through the clothes of the two of them, even the breath is hot.
He felt something was wrong, and wanted to ask what happened to Ying Chen
But the heavy kisses robbed him of his breath and right to speak. He searched for oxygen in the gap between his lips and tongue, so that his lungs would not burst with air.
It wasn't until his brain became dizzy from lack of oxygen that he realized that he should push Ying Chen away.
His hands felt weak and numb due to lack of oxygen, and they seemed weak when pushed against his strong chest. But it can stop the crazy Ying Chen.
"Ying Chen."
The young man breathed heavily, knowing that Ying Chen was still jealous of Lin An, but he didn't know what to say.
He thought about it the other way around, if Ying Chen went to bathe other men, he didn't seem to be able to accept it either.
He has the same possessive desire as Ying Chen.
"Little devil, are you scared?"
Ying Chen held him in his arms, and raised his hand to wipe away the layer of sweat on his forehead.
The words asked in a low voice followed by tight breathing, staring at him with strong emotions seemed to be looking into his heart, rubbing into his bones and blood.
Wen Yu handed over all the weight of his body to him: "Are you still angry?"
Ying Chen lightly kissed his forehead: "Tonight, I want to thank you."
The dialogue between the two was completely out of tune.
But Wen Yu understood the reason for Ying Chen's fever. I also understand that tonight's thank you gift will not be as simple as a kiss.
Wen Yu was very contradictory, he had seen the whole process with Ying Chen in his dream. I also know that Ying Chen still wants to continue to do that kind of thing with him in this life. But so fast
He breathed calmly and raised the back of his hand to attach the heated lip that had been bitten, feeling nervous and helpless.
If you don't speak, you don't say no.
Ying Chen knew him very well.
The kiss became softer, and the hands didn't just hold him. Loose, short-sleeved T-shirts and shorts make hidden and vulnerable places easily accessible. Wen Yu leaned against the wall and closed his eyes as if to escape.
In the dark, the five senses are more sensitive. Just like Ying Chen tasted his taste, he also tasted Ying Chen's taste, and spread between their lips and teeth faintly with a hint of coolness.
Ying Chen's hand didn't stay in one place all the time, nor did it stay with the same force all the time. He made a sound that made him feel ashamed and blushed, and he didn't dare to open his eyes even more.
Very familiar taste, very familiar feeling.
Every time he took a step forward, Ying Chen would whisper in his ear if he was afraid
Wen Yu bit his lip and couldn't answer. His brain is confused, his memory overlaps with reality, and he can't tell whether the voice is the current Ying Chen or the Ying Chen in his memory, and he doesn't even know whether the present is reality or he is remembering the past.
I don't know when he was carried to the bed, and I don't know how it started, let alone how it ended.
He was groggy, and the chaotic memories in his brain flicked back and forth between reality and the past, making him physically and mentally exhausted.
It is also the same tired body, looking for a comfortable posture to curl up in the black robe printed with golden silk scroll pattern.
The owner of the robe wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked him in a low voice, "Little ghost, do you want to live forever with me?"
He grabbed the corner of the robe in his hand and played lazily: "Can I be a mortal?"
A chuckle sounded above his head: "Riding me once can add three hundred years to my life, and you can ride it a few more times."
The happy ending just now made it easy for him to misunderstand this sentence. The young man pulled the sleeve covering his back angrily, and bit the cold white wrist under the sleeve with his mouth: "I'm already like this, you still don't want to give up?" think!"
"What are you thinking about?"
Ying Chen pinched his face, raised his wrist with teeth marks from being bitten, and the moistness in the boy's mouth: "I really want you to ride me."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden change. Ying Chen, who was dressed in a black robe, disappeared, and a huge ancient auspicious beast that only existed in rumors appeared in front of the boy.
Dragon, white. Entrenched in the spacious and sacred hall, the cold white scales shone with dazzling colorful halos. Beauty is amazing and awe-inspiring.
The young man was stunned, no wonder this temple is so grand and spacious, it turned out to house the prototype of Ying Chen.
And the place where he lay on the dragon was only the size of a scale.
"Little ghost, sit still." Ying Chen's mellow voice echoed in the temple. Afterwards, the dragon leaped and rose into the air.
"Ah---" the young man exclaimed, lying tightly on the dragon's body and grasping the scales tightly: "Ying, Yingchen, I, I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
The extremely penetrating voice echoed in the air, with a relaxed smile: "I won't let you fall."
He really wouldn't fall, no matter if Ying Chen was flying up and down, or swinging from side to side. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around the boy, protecting him steadily.
After gradually getting used to the speed and altitude, the boy excitedly looked down at the street scenery, mountains and rivers that were getting farther and farther away from him and getting smaller and smaller. Beyond the worldly vision, dancing in the vast air is so carefree.
In an instant, he forgot the gloomy past and the troubles in the world.
The sea and the sky are open, let them soar.
The boy's crisp laughter echoed throughout the world.
"Like it?"
"like!"
"Do you still want to ride?"
"think!"
After talking about the boy, he felt wrong, isn't he riding
Ying Chen suddenly regained his human form, hugged the boy's body in mid-air, and the two landed in a quiet valley with no one at high speed.
"Ah huh."
The boy exclaimed because of the weightlessness before landing, but his voice changed quickly.
The streams are tinkling, the birds and butterflies are flying, and the mountain flowers are swaying. Occasionally, one or two small animals passed by in the thick grass, and they ran away in panic because of the boy's whimpering.
"No, no more." Whether it was in a dream or in reality, the young man could no longer bear the pain. He whispered with a weeping sound: "Ying Chen."
"Little ghost, little ghost, don't be afraid, it's okay."
Please Rou's worried voice woke up the boy. He opened his eyes and saw Ying Chen who was wearing a black shirt sitting next to him, gently stroking his back to comfort him.
is reality.
He came back to reality.
Was everything just a dream
Wen Yu was just lucky enough to think that he was just having a dream. But as soon as he moved his fingers, his whole body felt tired and sore as if he had just run five kilometers.
That thing just happened. It's just that under his unprecedented strong stimulation, the memory engraved in the depths of his soul was awakened, making him unable to distinguish reality from the past, and he fell into a coma due to extreme exhaustion.
The boy raised his arms and covered his eyes again. It turned out that he had done many such things with Ying Chen.
"Little devil, don't be afraid. It's over, I won't do anything, don't be afraid" Ying Chen's soft voice kept ringing in his ears, and his cool palms wiped his sweat-soaked back.
At some point, he fell into a deep sleep again.
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The summer noon sun shines through the thick curtains into the dark room. The boy who had just woken up narrowed his sleepy eyes under the blinding light.
Ying Chen raised his hand and waved lightly, and the gap between the curtains automatically tightened.
The room was shrouded in darkness and coolness. The young man stretched his body comfortably, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What time is it? Where's Lin An?"
Ying Chen asked indifferently: "When you wake up, you only want to find him?"
Jealous again.
Wen Yu sat up with his hands on the bed.
Ying Chen handed a new set of T-shirt and trousers to the boy who was just about to get up, "How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No."
Wen Yu told the truth, he remembered that when he woke up in the middle of the night, his body was so exhausted that even his breathing trembled. But now he is relaxed and full of vigor.
"Did you do something to me while I was asleep?"
The boy stood on the carpet in front of the bed, frowning as if he was dissatisfied, and pouted to ask questions.
The handsome and indifferent face was soft because of the fluffy hair and sleepy eyes that just woke up, and people wanted to coax him.
Ying Chen hugged him and began to unbutton his pajamas: "I didn't do anything, I just hugged you to sleep. What's the matter? Do you think you are very energetic?"
The vitality of the dragon is the best tonic for teenagers.
After Wen Yu understood, he wanted to push Ying Chen away: "I will do it myself."
Ying Chen continued to unbutton him, and said with a smile, "You forgot, I made you wear this suit."
He fell into a coma last night and forgot everything after that. Thinking about it now, Ying Chen should have taken care of him for a long time after the incident last night.
After taking off the soft cotton pajamas, some marks on the boy's body were revealed.
Ying Chen looked at the red mark on the young man's thin chest, and tightened his hand holding the shirt: "Does it still hurt?"
"It's nothing. Give me clothes quickly." The boy felt a little at a loss when he was looked at like this.
Especially when Ying Chen's clothes were tidy and his breath was cold, he was showing traces of shame all over his body.
Ying Chen lowered his head and kissed lightly on the two spots where the red marks were the deepest. The soft lips breathed out a cool and moist breath. It's like when it hurts from direct exposure to the hot sun, and suddenly there is a layer of cool tree shade, which is very comfortable.
Wen Yu choked for breath, and couldn't help letting out a soft hum. The sound was so strange that his face immediately turned red.
"Don't touch it!"
Annoyed, he grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on, then turned and left: "I'm hungry, can I eat?"
Ying Chen followed behind, "Sure. Do you want breakfast or lunch?"
Wen Yu didn't even think about it, "Where is Lin An, is he going to have lunch too? I'll eat with him."
"It's him again." Ying Chen was helpless, and when he wanted to say something, he saw the young man's reddish face with a proud and cold look.
He chose to shut up.
Downstairs, Lin An, who was watching TV, saw Wen Yu coming downstairs, and stood up in surprise as if he had waited for a long time and said, "Brother, brother-in-law, good morning."
Wen Yu would only be gentle and patient in front of Lin An, and reminded: "Lin An, you can call me brother. But you don't need to call him brother-in-law."
Lin An looked back and forth between Wen Yu and Ying Chen with confused eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Then, should I call him sister-in-law?"
Wen Yu:
Now Uncle Zhao didn't take the blame: "I didn't teach this word. Young Master Lin watched a TV series this morning, and learned a lot of names in it."
"It's just a name, you can call it whatever you want."
Ying Chen is very generous and doesn't mind being called sister-in-law by Lin An at all.
He walked up to Lin An, and taught him with a calm expression: "Just, you have to remember that I am your brother's husband, and I am a family with him. Do you understand?"
Lin An seemed to be able to hear a different kind of fear from this sentence, and nodded innocently: "Yes."