"Hey, don't blow there." Feng Xuan's face didn't react, but his ears turned red.
Tang Yan looked at the red, and his heart seemed to be growing wildly, and itched slightly. He held Feng Xuan's hand tightly, and his ink-colored eyes flashed with an unknown light...
It was three hours later after a meal.
It was surprisingly cold in Beijing.
Feng Xuan was very afraid of the cold, so he put on a quilt when he got home and recorded the last episode.[
Tang Yan sat behind him, with golden-edged glasses on his face, financial magazines in his hand, a bathrobe on his body, a red wine glass on his hand, and headphones on his ears, as if he was listening to something, half of his mouth
Rising.
Feng Xuan put down the recording, slap in a vacancies, and then prepared to go to the sofa to sleep.
At present, the two people still get along in this way, two, four, six, Fengxuan sleeping on the bed, one, three, five, Tang Yan sleeping on the sofa.
Actually, the great god really doesn't mind sleeping in bed together...
Tang Yan grabbed Feng Xuan: "
"What... Um!" Before Feng Xuan finished speaking, his lips were blocked by a deep kiss. The man's pleasant mint fragrance filled his lips and teeth.
This time, it's not as simple as lip-to-lip.
Tang Yan's tongue slowly pried open his teeth and penetrated in little by little.
But gradually, his movements began to become more intense and his breathing became heavier. He held his head firmly with one hand to deepen the kiss, and reached into Feng Xuan's loose sweater with the other hand. The touch of his fingertips was surprisingly good.
He has always been gentle and even a little thirsty...
While kissing him, Tang Yan slid his fingers down to his chest and played with it for a while.
Feng Xuan immediately gasped when he got this trick. This sound was clearer than in a radio drama...