In the living room, the lights were a little dim and just ambiguous.
Tang Yan looked at Feng Xuan's slightly red cheeks, and the corners of his mouth curled, with a strong wildness.
He untied his tie with one hand, supported the other on the sofa, leaned down to cover Feng Xuan, and licked his tongue slightly raised thin upper lip, still feeling unsatisfied, and licked the plump and delicate licking again
lower lip.
The person in his arms responded and murmured in a daze: "Ah, don't make trouble."
Ah Guai? Isn’t this the golden retriever that children often mention on WeChat? [
He actually treated him as a dog, and he should be punished. Tang Yan narrowed his eyes, bent his index finger slightly, and peeled off the button of a top.
The sudden coolness made the sleeping person frown in discomfort and instinctively approach the heat source.
Feng Xuan is usually very elegant and arrogant, but after falling asleep, he is extremely greedy and lazy, like a Persian cat who is only lying on the sofa, and unexpectedly rubs Tang Yan's thick palm.
After seeing his movements, Tang Yan's smile became even deeper. His narrow eyes were like a deep sea dozens of feet, surging with a dark tide. His index finger slid down his collarbone until he unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt.
The smooth and smooth waistline in front of me naturally narrowed into the pants below, and a hungry murmur sound came from deep in my throat, like a beast in the jungle smelling delicious delicacies.
The suit pants were stretched heavily, and the hips were so hot that they were covered with a layer of hot iron, boiling and surging... Tang Yan thought fiercely, he couldn't wait or pretend, he would be here today
I've got the guy done!
But what after finishing it?
It's just a joy of fish and water.
It's inexplicably, and I think it's boring.
It is impossible for people like Tang Yan to have no experience. Tang was originally a whitewash. Now he has several nightclubs under his command. The men and women around him are all beautiful and capable of serving others.
Tang Yan is not a saint, so he will naturally have physiological needs. If you meet someone you like, you will do it and never involve feelings.
It was the first time I had to approach someone so hard...
With the light, Tang Yan looked at the boy on the sofa. His short black hair was fluffy, covering his eyes, quiet and almost stubborn.
He stared at Feng Xuan who was sleeping, for a full minute, his eyes sinking little by little...
After a while, Tang Yan bent down and picked up the person, put it into the bedroom, and then turned around and entered the bathroom.
The clothes were not taken off. When the cold water was beaten down, the wet business shirt was pressed against the back. Every tough line was carved from a sharp knife, and the bronze muscles were tightly and strongly tightly together.
Tang Yan leaned over his neck and flushed water under the lotus pod, allowing the cold water to pour into his body freely, extinguishing the swelling and pain all over his body...
Feng Xuan slept until nine o'clock the next day. He didn't feel like a hangover and he felt much more refreshed.
When he walked out of the guest room, Tang Yan, who was wearing home clothes, was frowning with thick eyebrows and fighting something suspected to be an egg.
It is said that it is suspected, because the lump is already all black, and only the remaining egg yolks can be vaguely seen with its species. The situation on the scene is very cruel [
Seeing Feng Xuan awaken, Tang Yan neatly put the bowl of eggs into the garbage bag, supported the Liujuan table with both hands, looking as if it were right: "Go out to eat?"
Feng Xuan walked into the kitchen silently, took the pot and raw eggs at his hand, and said in a faint tone: "I'll do it."
Tang Yan smiled and let his position go out, leaned against the door with his hands wrapped around his chest, and put his glasses on his peach blossom eyes, looking at Feng Xuan who was fried eggs in the kitchen. The clothes on the man were his own and he was wearing them.
It was a bit big, the shirt was hanging lazily, and the light-colored jeans wrapped around the slender legs, which was particularly powerful, with a manly smell and a sexy buttocks...
Perhaps, he should take some time to go to the supermarket to buy an apron and put it on the child.