In order to prevent Su Jinxin from being left unattended at school and bumping into the wound, Yan Zhen asked him to stay in the villa until the wound was completely healed.
Afraid that he would be over-hearted, he also specifically explained:
"I don't mind scars. Even if there are scars at the end, I still want yours. It's just that since you're injured, it's not unconditional. It's better to keep them carefully."
However, Su Jinxin, who has always been obedient, showed an embarrassed look this time—of course, it was fleeting, and he immediately managed his expression, nodding meekly and saying yes, but Yan Zhen had already seen it: "What? No willing?"
"No." Su Jinxin raised her head and gave him a soft smile, "I am yours, what you say is what you say."
Yan Zhen was even more troubled: "After so many years, it's still like this - what's the matter, just say it."
Su Jinxin shook his head: "It's really nothing."
Yan Zhen frowned: "I'm really angry if I do this again."
- His facial features are very deep, the lines are like knife carvings, sharp and tough, and when his face sinks, there is a kind of awe-inspiring murderous aura. He frowned, and there was a fierce vertical line between his eyebrows. It's the kind of face that can stop a child from crying at night.
Su Jinxin was most afraid of Yan Zhen's black face, and quickly confessed: "That's right, my homework..."
"When are you still thinking about homework?" Yan Zhen has a headache - Su Jinxin is a senior this year, majoring in oil painting and minoring in art management. If she wants to continue her studies in painting, she will first place an order from her favorite professor and listen to it. Like regular students, two assignments a week are unstoppable. These Yan Zhen all know. After all, the professor is still the thread he finds someone to lead. Tuition is also paid by him. Usually not busy, do not care. Why did the homework chase after the butt like a wolf as soon as he was injured
Su Jinxin immediately changed his tune: "What he said is... If you don't do it, you won't do it."
It was only then that Yan Zhen thought: In such a hurry, he must want to draw two more pictures before the summer vacation to make time for his little boyfriend.
Heart is sour.
But he didn't want to get angry with Su Jinxin. Instead, he deliberately said: "It's not impossible to paint. Bring the things here—or buy another set and put them here. I'll let someone make a room for you as a studio."
Su Jinxin said "hey": "This, it's not very good... It's exciting... "
"I'll say yes."
Su Jin was busy and changed his words: "Then... Thank you, Mr. Yan."
Yan Zhen leaned over and pinched Su Jinxin's waist, and asked, "What? Just called Mr. Yan? No sign at all?" He patted his thigh.
Su Jinxin obediently spread her legs and sat on Yan Zhen's lap, put her arms around his neck with ease, raised her head and said, "Thank you, husband." After speaking, she put her lips up against Yan Zhen's, and licked it gently. After a while, he put the tip of his tongue into Yan Zhen's mouth and let him suck.
Yan Zhen only said to ask for a little sweetness.
Kissing and kissing is a bit unbearable.
Remembering that Su Jinxin was injured, he only rubbed against his thigh. After a few swipes, Su Jinxin said in a soothing voice, "Let's come in..."
Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched him, and found that he was also hard, so he smiled: "Little slut."
Su Jinxin was rubbing Yan Zhen with a soft waist, and when she heard the name, she didn't object at all, she smiled sweetly and spread her legs: "Well, I am... I'm my husband's little slut."
Yan Zhen's blood rushed to his head, but he couldn't bear it in his heart, he lowered his head and kissed him tenderly: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."
Su Jin's ears turned red all of a sudden, he lowered his eyes and dared not look at Yan Zhen, and muttered in a low voice for a moment, "Then you can't get in..."
Yan Zhen really wanted to swallow him.
She was also afraid that Su Jinxin would rub her wounds.
He simply turned him over, made him fold his knees and sat on his lap, imprisoned him from behind, and slowly pushed in along the buttocks.
Su Jinxin was nothing special at first - his sexuality has always been based on Yan Zhen's preferences, and the most considerate and cooperative - after moving twice, something was wrong: this posture is very restraining, and the difference in strength between the two , he was trapped in his arms by Yan Zhen and couldn't move, let alone to soothe himself with the rhythm, even if he wanted to move his hands and feet a little to relax his muscles. Moreover, it went very deep, reaching places that are usually hard to touch, the unfamiliar and fresh pleasure, coupled with the sense of crisis that could not be controlled... Su Jinxin died almost immediately, and begged to be slower.
Yan Zhen was still soaked in the vinegar jar, but he pushed him hard, and his waist moved as if a small electric motor had been installed. Still biting on the back of his fair neck and his soft red earlobes on his waist: "Husband fucked you comfortably?"
Su Jinxin didn't have time to answer.
His whole body was tense, and he let out a soft scream.
Just got shot like that.
Only then did Yan Zhen realize that he had burst into tears at some point, his eyes were dazed, and his heart softened so much that he quickly let go of him, put him down on the bed, kissed him gently, locked "I'm on my head, out of control". Stay", exited to look at his face that had not receded from the orgasm, and slapped it out by himself.
Su Jinxin gasped for a while in his arms before slowly coming over and saying, "Well, it's so comfortable to fuck me."
Yan Zhen was about to take him to the bathroom. He was stunned when he heard this. Then he realized that he was answering his own question. He couldn't help laughing and said, "It's over, don't say such things."
Su Jinxin blushed, buried her head in his arms, and said softly, "...It's really comfortable."
The cock that Yan Zhen had just dropped off instantly stood up tremblingly.
He gritted his teeth and slapped him on his ass, "Don't be a demon - when is it, you're still recruiting me."
Su Jinxin stuck out his tongue at him.
He has injuries. Yan Zhen dared not let him touch the water. Put him on the edge of the bathtub and face the Yuba warm air. He washed himself casually and put on his bathrobe. I twisted the towel and wiped him: "I'll go to work later. You sleep obediently at home. When you wake up, I'll take you to school to get things."
"Oh."
"Why, are you not happy?"
Su Jinxin was still in the climax of burnout, her expression management was not so perfect, and Yan Zhen saw the flaws at once.
"No, it's just..." Su Jinxin knew that she couldn't hide her current state, so she could only say honestly, "Your car... and clothes, it's too high-profile to go to our school."
It was only then that Yan Zhen remembered: Su Jinxin paid attention to this.
Buy him a good name brand clothes, he will not refuse to accept it, but he will not wear it at school. Usually come early and change into Yan Zhen’s favorite clothes—or not at all; when he wants to go back, he puts on his own clothes that are suitable for “ordinary college students”.
I didn't care before.
Now that I think about it, I probably don't want to let my classmates know. Or a little bit unwilling to stay in the luxurious life.
When Yan Zhen thought about it, it was not very pleasant.
But I don't want him to be embarrassed.
Don't worry about anyone else going with him.
In the end, I asked the secretary to buy a set of very ordinary clothes, and asked a stylist to slightly adjust a young and low-key hairstyle. He also borrowed an ordinary car of about 200,000 yuan from his subordinates. Only then went back to pick up Su Jinxin.