The guys seemed to realize that they had disturbed the two of them and quickly said goodbye.
Soon there were only two people left in the courtyard. Wang Jin gently patted the back of the man's hand, signaling him to let go. He was not very comfortable with the man holding him so tightly.
The soft fingers brushed across the back of his hand, bringing a slight itch. The man's knuckles trembled, and he shrank slightly. He turned the boy over, leaned over and kissed the boy's lips, then looked at him steadily and said, "You are my boy."
"?" The kiss was so light that one couldn't even feel the touch of the other person's lips. Only a faint warmth remained on the lips, but it was more seductive than any deep kiss.
Wang Jin pursed his lips, moved closer to Yuan Heng, and wanted to kiss him, but Yuan Heng shrank back slightly, avoiding Wang Jin's approach.
“?” Wang Jin frowned.
Yuan Heng said stubbornly: "You are my brother."
"?" Wang Jin was dissatisfied.
Yuan Heng said again: "Tell me, you are my brother."
“…” Wang Jin was so aroused by the kiss just now that he just wanted to kiss her again and didn’t care about anything else.
"Yes, yes, I am your brother." He spoke impatiently, but Yuan Heng seemed relieved when he heard it, and his brows softened.
When Wang Jin got closer, he no longer hid.
After a while, the two kissed enough. Yuan Heng held the sticky boy in his arms, his eyes dark and unclear. He put his chin on the boy's head, pursed his lips tightly, as if he had made a decision. He spoke in a low voice: "Tell those guys not to come tomorrow..."
He seemed to be asking and also to be informed.
Wang Jin became more sober. He slightly pushed Yuan Heng away. He had an idea circling in his mind since just now, but it was too ridiculous. He thought it was unlikely, so he kept silent.
But now that the man said this, he could almost be sure of the idea just now...
Men are jealous of those guys...
Wang Jin looked at Yuan Heng. Yuan Heng lowered his head in front of him. The light in his eyes dimmed and seemed a little deep. He looked no different from usual, but Wang Jin seemed to see a trace of pity on his handsome face.
Originally, he was an extraordinarily handsome man, and with a little bit of spirit he would be as high-spirited as a god. But at this moment, his eyebrows were drooped, and there was no spirit at all. He was like a loyal dog abandoned by his master. There was obviously nothing on the man's head except the hair, but Wang Jin seemed to see two ears pulled down.
He grinned, revealing his white porcelain face, and his smile was as carefree and happy as the morning sun.
When Yuan Heng heard the laughter, he glanced at the boy. His eyes were dark and he pursed his lips even tighter, as if they had become a string.
He did not block Wang Jin's mouth in other ways as usual, but let go of Wang Jin with a silent word, and went to the kitchen with the tender meat with an expressionless face, looking like he was sulking.
Wang Jin's eyes were filled with smiles, and she felt that men nowadays were likable no matter how she looked at them.
When Yuan Heng ignored him, he took the initiative to move forward, hanging on him like a pendant. From time to time, he would tilt his head and peck Yuan Heng on the lip, making Yuan Heng's face unable to hold back.