"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" In a cutely decorated room with a weak night light, a man with a hoarse voice but a very gentle tone asked the people sitting on his lap, who were Shang Yizheng and Yang Zicong.
Even though the weather was already very cold, both of them were showing signs of sweat.
"Yes." The little man lay his head on Shang Yizheng's shoulder and shook his head, and replied softly. Although the room was very dark, Shang Yizheng knew that the little man must be blushing now, and he couldn't help laughing.
He stood up, but he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently, because he knew that the little man was thin-skinned and would be embarrassed.
This cute little guy, even though he has done this so many times, he still blushes with embarrassment every time.
"Then brother is about to start." Shang Yizheng put his hands on the little man's waist and stroked the small waist. After causing the little man to tremble slightly, he turned his head and leaned against the little man's ear.
The ambiguous way
This time, the little man felt even more embarrassed. He shrank his neck and stayed away from Shang Yizheng's tongue licking his earlobe, and then nodded in a muffled voice.
After receiving the little man's response, Shang Yizheng smiled with satisfaction and began to taste the delicious 'late night snack' that only belonged to him.
"It's so hot and tight inside Xiao Cong," Shang Yizheng said with a sigh as he looked at the little man who was so loved by him that he couldn't help but raise his head.
"Are you comfortable, Xiao Cong?" Shang Yizheng pressed his waist and kissed the little man's smooth neck and asked.
",,,woo,,," the little man couldn't help but moaned out.
"Tell brother, are you comfortable?" Shang Yizheng did not let go of the little man this time, and continued to ask, shaking his waist rapidly.
"Well, ah," the little man who couldn't bear it finally nodded and answered, and as soon as he said the words, he aroused a new round of love from Shang Yizheng
The night was getting longer, and the sounds of breathing coming and going together with the moans that I tried to suppress but couldn't suppress made the night even more confusing.
"What is Xiao Cong thinking?" Afterwards, Shang Yizheng helped the limp little man take a bath, put him on the bed again, applied medicine to him, and then went back to the bed and took the little man into his arms.
He was massaging his waist in his arms, but then he saw the little man lying obediently in his arms with half-open eyes, seemingly worried about something, his brows were slightly knitted, and he was stretching out his arms to massage his waist.
Put your hand on your eyebrow and smooth it gently
"It's going to be a holiday soon." He rubbed Shang Yizheng's chest, and the little man hugged Shang Yizheng's waist and said in a depressed voice.
"The little man is thinking that he will be separated from his brother during the holidays, so he is unhappy, right?" Shang Yizheng understood after hearing his words.
"Well, grandpa will definitely let me go back immediately after the holiday. I miss grandpa, but I don't want to be separated from my brother." Thinking of being separated from Shang Yizheng for so many days, the little man's brows became knotted again in sadness.
"Don't worry about this. We can still see each other even if it's a holiday. Don't be sad." Shang Yizheng quickly kissed the little man's eyes and coaxed him.
"Brother, will you come to me?" The little man closed his eyes and waited for Shang Yizheng's kiss to leave before opening his eyes and looking at Shang Yizheng expectantly.
"Yes, brother will come to you. If you miss him, you can come to him. Grandpa Yang loves you so much. As long as you say it, he will definitely agree to it." Shang Yizheng comforted him with a smile.
"En" After listening to Shang Yizheng's words, the little man felt at ease.
"Is your waist still sore?" Seeing that the little man had relaxed, Shang Yizheng's hands returned to the little man's waist and massaged him with just the right amount of force.
"No." The little man shook his head. He didn't want Shang Yizheng to work so hard to massage him so late, so he pulled his hand and put it around his waist, and leaned into his arms, letting the two of them
stick together more closely
"Brother's arms are so warm." After taking a breath, the little man sighed.
"Then hold your brother tightly." Shang Yizheng smiled and kissed the little man's head, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and then gently patted the little man's smooth little shoulders, coaxing him to sleep.
After the little man really fell asleep, Shang Yizheng reached out his hand and carefully massaged the little man's waist, looking at the little man with tender eyes.
This sensible little man
Time passed quickly. It was already winter vacation. The students all left to go home. Yang Zicong did the same, but he was accompanied home by Shang Yizheng.
After teaching Cheng Dong and others about everything in the company, Shang Yizheng was prepared to stay in City A during this period. Cheng Dong and others who knew the situation had no choice but to accept their fate.
On the plane back to City A, the little man sitting in the first class cabin kept holding Shang Yizheng's arm uneasily. Although he was so exhausted because he didn't sleep well last night that he wanted to close his eyes, he still
I resisted and refused to close my eyes and rest.
Shang Yizheng naturally understood what the little man was thinking, so he kept patting his shoulders gently and coaxing him with relaxed words. Looking at his tired look and unwillingness to sleep, Shang Yizheng
Feeling distressed, he raised the little man's head and kissed him comfortingly.
Shang Yizheng had reserved the first class cabin, so he wasn't afraid of anyone disturbing him. He kissed the little man until he fell asleep, and then Shang Yizheng let go of the little man's red lips and covered them gently.
The little man pushed back his hair from one eye, looked at his tired look, and sighed sadly.
When he was about to get off the plane, the little man woke up with a start and knew that he had fallen asleep. He looked at Shang Yizheng with a look of reluctance, as if to say, "I fell asleep. Brother should wake me up so that I don't fall asleep."
All this time spent with my brother will be wasted." "Hey, if you didn't get a good sleep just now, you'll have to worry again when you meet Grandpa Yang later and let him see your tired face.
If Grandpa Yang thinks that I haven't taken good care of you, maybe he won't let you live with me anymore." Shang Yizheng coaxed him while wrapping a scarf around the little man's neck.
"Yes." After hearing what he said and thinking about it, the little man thought it made sense, so even though he still didn't want to waste the time that he was confused by sleeping, he still nodded obediently to show that he understood.
"Good boy, let's go down." Seeing that the little man understood, Shang Yizheng led him to his feet, put on his coat, and kissed him on the forehead before leading him off the plane.
"It's grandpa, grandpa is there." As soon as they came out, they saw Mr. Yang standing there waiting for them. The little man ran over happily when he saw it.
"Grandpa" ran over and hugged Mr. Yang, who was smiling, and the little man called sweetly.
"Haha, be good." Mr. Yang patted the little man's back lovingly, smiling lovingly.
"Come, stand up and let grandpa see if he has grown up." After letting go of the little man, Mr. Yang looked at the little man carefully. After a while, he shook his head with dissatisfaction: "Oh, he didn't even gain weight.
"
"Grandpa, what they say is concentrated is the essence. It's like me. It doesn't look like there's any flesh on the outside, but it's very strong on the inside. Look, it's hard." The little man protested with his eyes wide open, and even stretched out his hand to press it.
He pressed his arm to show Mr. Yang how strong he was. His serious and cute look made Mr. Yang burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, you are so strong." Mr. Yang suppressed his smile and touched the little man's head.
"Yes." The little man nodded with satisfaction.
"Hello, Grandpa Yang." Shang Yizheng, who was not blocking the conversation between Mr. Yang and the little man, then came closer and bowed to Mr. Yang and said hello politely.
"Okay, Xiao Yi looks even more handsome after not seeing him for a long time." Mr. Yang also treated Shang Yizheng with a loving face, "I really bother you this time. I took care of Xiao Cong and sent him back personally."
"Grandpa Yang, you're welcome. I'm also going home on the way," Shang Yizheng said with a smile.
"Okay, it's a bit cold here, let's go home first." Seeing his precious grandson shivering a bit due to the cold wind, Mr. Yang quickly left with a few people.
After leaving the airport, it was snowing outside, and white snowflakes were flying in the air, decorating the bustling city. It looked a bit cold, but it was also divinely gorgeous.