"Uncle Hao, I know you are doing it for my own good and I plan to settle down!" Lan Chen looked serious, met Uncle Hao's gaze, and said
"That's good." Uncle Hao sighed and patted Lan Chen on the shoulder, "I'm going to work. You can rest here tonight and don't wander around in the middle of the night."
"I know, Uncle Hao!"
Lan Chen also knew what Uncle Hao meant. Compared with renting a room with others in the middle of the night, Uncle Hao still felt more at ease keeping him under his nose, especially since he lived on the second floor. The young master knew about it anyway. Now that this matter has passed
Yes, the young master’s temperament will not bother with that room as long as he doesn’t make a mess
Lan Chen showed a wry smile. After seeing all kinds of things in life all day long, he naturally saw Cui Hao's resistance to him, and this feeling was still when the other party didn't know about the night they had happened.
Lan Chen slowly swayed the wine in the glass, drank it in one gulp, and stood up.
He is also a little tired, after a day like this...
After swallowing the curse words he wanted to say, Lan Chen slowly went up to the second floor.
Extreme hustle and bustle, extraordinary tranquility...
Upstairs and downstairs seem to be two worlds
Lan Chen leaned on the railing and looked down with an indifferent expression. After a long time, he returned to the house where he had been fucked and beaten.
Light a cigarette and slowly blow out a smoke ring
Lan Chen raised his head slightly, put one hand on the bed, and sat with his legs folded.
The white smoke ring slowly rises, expands, and then dissipates
Squinting his eyes carefully, Lan Chen took another deep breath.
Judging from his skillful movements, few people would have guessed that he hadn't touched a cigarette in nearly ten years.
The smoke was getting shorter and shorter, and soon there was only one left.
When the scorching temperature was almost touching his fingers, Lan Chen threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray with an indifferent expression.
He didn't take off his clothes, kicked off his shoes, and lay on the bed.
But Lan Chen didn't sleep. He kept his eyes open, looking straight but obviously absent-minded.
The events of the past two days have obviously brought back those impulses he had long ago, such as smoking...
In fact, given his nature, he almost never plays with straight men, just like ordinary people reject gay men. People in their circle mostly stay away from those so-called straight people. There are always exceptions in everything, right?
In fact, it was not only Cui Hao who drank too much that day, but also Lan Chen