Yan Zhiyun's appearance of cooking is really amazing, the black shirt is rolled up to reveal his strong arms, the veins on the back of his hands are faintly visible, the action of chopping vegetables is very neat, the sound of tuk tuk is clear and clean, it is easy and effortless, Le Tian is leaning on the side Think, sexy men can even cook so sexy.
Being stared at by his eyes, Yan Zhiyun turned his face and said: "Don't look, go over and wait to eat."
Le Tian held his face and whispered, "Brother Yan, you are so handsome."
Yan Zhiyun had no expression on his face, and picked the cut vegetables into the vegetable basket with one hand, turned his face and kissed Le Tian's face quickly, and went to cook as if nothing had happened.
The action was so happy that Tian didn't even realize it. After Yan Zhiyun left, he pouted and 'mua' to the air again, lying on the cooking table like a cat, lazily watching Yan Zhiyun methodically turn the ingredients into A series of dishes full of fresh aroma made his index finger twitch.
Yan Zhiyun glanced at him with a comfortable face, curled his lips and said, "How is it? Is your boyfriend able to enter the kitchen and exit the hall?"
Le Tian held his face and said, "Yes, I'm so happy." His tone was as pretentious as ever.
Yan Zhiyun looked at him, his eyebrows and eyes were raised together.
The two looked at each other and smiled, the air was filled with pink bubbles and... the sound of the system constantly vomiting.
Le Tian: "Mom, are you pregnant with a second child?"
System: "..." One is bad enough.
Yan Zhiyun's cooking suits Letian's taste very well, and Letian gave up when he was almost exhausted. He gracefully poured himself a glass of water, and when he picked up the glass, the belch defied his will and burped out uncontrollably. Come out, "Hic..."
Lotte: ...
Yan Zhiyun looked calm, "Eat less next time, too full is unhealthy."
Le Tian blushed slightly, Yan Zhiyun's character was really calm, as if nothing would disturb his mood, even if there was, he would quickly dispose of himself, he is really a very powerful man.
I just don't know, if he knew that Annie was his family's fiancée, would he still be so calm.
Thinking of this, Le Tian felt inexplicably guilty, got up and said, "I'll take a shower first."
"Go." Yan Zhiyun took care of picking up vegetables for Ming Letian and burped him until he had eaten a few mouthfuls.
While taking a bath, Le Tian planned in his mind to cook Yan Zhiyun's uncooked rice.
To Yan Zhiyun, he is really a bit uncertain. He can tell that Yan Zhiyun is the kind of man who has a good reputation in his heart. In Yan Zhiyun's heart, there should be a step-by-step arrangement for falling in love, kissing and going to bed. Just go there.
It's impossible to use force on him, and it's probably not enough to seduce him. This man is too transparent.
Le Tian thought for too long in the bathroom, and Yan Zhiyun even came over and knocked on the door, "Are you done washing? Are you okay?" He was worried that Le Tian might be recovering from a cold, and passed out after steaming in the bathroom for a long time.
Letian said in a muffled voice, "It's almost ready."
Yan Zhiyun put his hand on the bathroom doorknob, frowned slightly, and let go after a while.
When Le Tian came out with a downcast face, Yan Zhiyun stood at the door, looking down at him with heavy eyes, "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhiyun was so perceptive, Le Tian could hardly escape his eyes even if there was a slight change in his mood. Le Tian avoided his eyes, rubbed his wet blond hair, and prevaricated: "It's nothing, but my throat still hurts a little."
Yan Zhiyun didn't move away, and continued to stare at him, "You have something on your mind, and it has something to do with me?"
Le Tian was embarrassed by his question, so he simply said in a low voice: "Brother Yan, can you stop asking?"
After he said this, Yan Zhiyun stopped asking, and just said: "Do you still want me to accompany you tonight? If you don't need me, go back."
Ming Letian has troubles, and the troubles seem to be related to him, so he wants to give Ming Letian some space for himself to be quiet.
Le Tian raised his head, but instead of being happy, his face sank down, "Brother Yan, are you bored?"
Yan Zhiyun was puzzled, and smiled slightly, "What bothers me?"
Le Tian pursed her lips and said nothing.
Yan Zhiyun took the towel on his shoulders and gently rubbed his wet hair, "If you want me to stay, I'll stay. What's the big deal, why are you angry?"
Le Tian reached out and hugged his thin waist, and whispered: "Brother Yan, don't leave me."
Yan Zhiyun smiled silently, and while brushing his hair, said: "If you don't drive me away, why should I leave you?"
Yan Zhiyun still stayed at night, lying on the bed with Ming Letian and watching one of the many literary films that Ming Letian loved to watch. The two of them pressed their feet under the covers, and Letian lay on his chest with tears glistening.
Yan Zhiyun lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "Don't be sad, the movies are all fake."
Le Tian was whining again, the poor heroine's lunch box fell to the ground.
System: ... This person is a real elephant with a leek in his nose—pretending to be garlic.
Yan Zhiyun didn't expect that Ming Letian would watch a literary film and burst into tears. His thoughts were more delicate than he thought, so he became more gentle, bowed his head and kissed his eyelashes wet with tears all the way from his forehead , kissed the two thin lips naturally, and when the lips touched, many things were not controlled by just one person.
This kiss only needs one response from Lotte from comfort to burning.
When the lips of the two were separated, Yan Zhiyun was already in the posture of pressing Ming Letian, his solid arms propped up an airtight space, the tips of the two noses were full of each other's smell, and the hormones that had a great attraction to each other quietly disappeared. The sound filled the air.
Yan Zhiyun wore a plain gray T-shirt that he often wears at home, neither loose nor tight, vaguely outlining his muscular curves.
Le Tian slowly stretched out his hand, through the cotton T-shirt, gently stroking along the muscle lines, the brown eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, full of vague invitations.
Yan Zhiyun stayed still, letting Le Tian cautiously put his hands in from the loose hem of his T-shirt.
The warm body in the palm was strong and strong, and his heart was beating powerfully. Le Tian met Yan Zhiyun's deep eyes, blinked, and slowly opened his lips. He was waiting, waiting for Yan Zhiyun to sink in too.
Yan Zhiyun never thought that he and Ming Letian would develop so quickly. He wanted to take this relationship seriously, so he slowed down naturally in his heart. He is also a man, and he also has desires. The person he likes teases him like this , even if Liu Xiahui is in his arms, it is still not the person he loves.
Yan Zhiyun bent down, tightened his arms, and kissed Ming Letian passionately and aggressively.
Le Tian's fine panting sound overflowed from his lips, and his hand slowly moved down from his solid chest.
Yan Zhiyun also stretched out his hand, and while pecking Le Tian's lips, he unbuttoned his silk pajamas.
The chests of the two touched each other, and the temperature in the air suddenly rose several degrees. Yan Zhiyun was already ready to go, his hands brushed over Le Tian's delicate side face, and slightly raised his face. Zhong Shen said: "Do you want me?"
Thick eyelashes flickered slightly in the corners of the crimson eyes, and the water was shining, Le Tian said softly: "Brother Yan, I like you."
There is no more direct invitation than this. The extra clothes in the bed quickly fell on the carpet. The temperature of the two people's skin was hot, and they kissed and comforted each other violently, releasing once in the smell of the other.
Yan Zhiyun kissed almost all over Ming Letian's body. He was deeply fascinated by the graceful curves of the undulating muscles, and his fair skin was full of hickey marks left by him.
Because of dancing, Ming Letian trimmed it very cleanly, and Yan Zhiyun kissed her almost without thinking, making Ming Letian let out a high-pitched scream.
The flexible body was completely wound up, and the slender yet powerful waist was slightly arched. Le Tian grabbed the log at the head of the bed with both hands, and gasped, "Brother Yan, that's enough..."
Lotte has ended twice, his whole body is crispy and soft, sweating glisteningly, letting Yan Zhiyun do whatever he wants to him, biting his lips and crying shamefully, "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, Brother Yan..."
All instincts are left to call to that person.
Yan Zhiyun hugged him and kissed him deeply, and announced in a deep voice: "Ming Letian, this is what you want, don't regret it."
The beast disguised in the gentleman's skin awakened, Le Tian desperately grabbed the head of the bed so as not to be flown out by Yan Zhi Yunding, almost started to cry within a minute, the screams were mixed with pain and joy, Yan Zhi Yun grabbed his hand and hooked it towards his neck, grasped Le Tian's slender waist with both hands, and sank deeply, with the force to completely break Le Tian.
Letian cried frantically, grabbed Yan Zhiyun's short hair and bit his Adam's apple with a bite. It was too irritating. The strength and frequency made him feel at a loss. Both straight and slender legs were trembling. The overflowing breath was shattered by Yan Zhiyun, the feeling of being completely controlled by another person made people fearful and couldn't help but want to be more addicted.
The soft bed made a heavy sound of constant shaking due to the overly violent movements of the two grown men, and Le Tian felt in a trance that he was about to collapse like the bed beneath him...
The moment Yan Zhiyun released it, the tense strength of the two relaxed at the same time, and they both fell on the soft bed, making a final sound.
Le Tian panted slightly, and raised his head to hug Yan Zhiyun's neck and kissed Yan Zhiyun's neck with Yu Yun. Yan Zhiyun's forehead hair was already wet, and he said in a low voice, "Do it again?"
Le Tian bit his lower lip, "Come again... one night..."
So the two of them didn't stop at night, and the first time they got married, it was as if they had hugged each other countless times, until the sunlight that penetrated the window made Le Tian's white and rosy face shine brightly, and the rosy face that had climbed to the top The expression was like the moment when the eternal Augustus bloomed, gorgeous and brilliant, Yan Zhiyun kissed his broken lips lightly, leaned over and rubbed his nose with the tip of his nose intimately, "Do you like it?"
Le Tian yelled all night, his voice lowered three degrees, his thumb slowly stroked Yan Zhiyun's stamina, and whispered: "I like it..."
Yan Zhiyun hooked his lips and kissed his eyes, "Happy?"
Letian lowered his head slowly, and whispered: "Brother Yan, if I hide something from you, will you be angry?"
Yan Zhiyun finally wanted to say something, he said softly, "That depends on what it is."
Le Tian hugged Yan Zhiyun for a while before whispering: "Get up first."
Yan Zhiyun sighed softly in his heart, but still didn't force him, he lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and slowly pulled away, Le Tian blushed and covered the upper half of his face with one hand and gasped softly, the fair skin on his body was all Yan Zhiyun left traces.
Yan Zhiyun sat up and looked at his powerless appearance, stroked his sweaty wet hair, and said in a low voice: "Ming Letian, if you are afraid, I will confess to you."
Le Tian moved his hand away, blinked and looked at Yan Zhiyun.
Yan Zhiyun sat on the bed against the light, his muscles seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, "I'm protecting my weaknesses, unless you don't like me anymore, or if you kill and set fire, I will still want you."
Le Tian was stunned, and stared blankly at Yan Zhiyun, who was handsome and majestic with a clear outline, his expression was solemn, obviously he was not talking casually.
"Tell me now," Yan Zhiyun caressed his ear, "What is it that makes you so uneasy?"
Le Tian opened his mouth, his eyelashes fluttered rapidly, as if he was struggling.
Yan Zhiyun waited patiently.
Le Tian took a deep breath, and said directly: "The mixed-race girl you... saw, Anne, she is not my ex-girlfriend, she... is my fiancée..."
Yan Zhiyun's face froze.