Wearing wet hair and a towel tied around his waist, his beautiful muscles shook his eyes.

Jiang also took a few glances, and then moved his eyes to the table.

Not to mention a freshly-baked handsome man after a bath, even now throwing a row of top beauties with nothing to wear, there is no such thing to attract him under his nose.

Xie Chen faltered, staggered to the side of the bed, and fell asleep with his back to Jiang also.

Jiang also let go of the hand covering his belly, jumped down, and sat down at the table.

He looked at the big guy with his back to him who was motionless, and tentatively squeezed a little crispy cake.

Melt in your mouth, sweet but not greasy.

Jiang Ye's small and delicate face instantly raised the corners of his eyes, his mouth opened slightly, and he summed up with a sense of intoxication: "People can't live for a bite of food, ghosts can—"

Under the thunder and lightning, the clear glass window reflected a cold face.

I saw that his body did not move, but his eyes were looking at the glass with a smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Sure enough, the way to see him is the thunderstorm.

Jiang also took the time to eat leisurely.

He took a sip of wine and a sip of food in the big boss's cup. After eating Chinese food, he added dessert. There were about five minutes left.

When the housekeeper came, he opened the door gently.

The young master instructed that the door was unlocked, and he came in directly.

For the eldest young master who has always been serious about cleanliness and has never had contact with anyone, this is unimaginable for the housekeeper.

The young master ordered, and he came as ordered.

When he entered the room lightly, there was still a moment of thick confusion on his face that was always calm and calm.

The dishes on the table were almost clean, and even the wines that had never been drunk were in empty bottles.

The astonishment returned to the astonishment, and soon returned to normal, neatly cleaned up the table, took away the leftovers, and closed the door lightly.

"Crack."

Automatic lock.

"what!"

The moment the housekeeper went out, he accidentally ate too much, Jiang also stretched, and his heart dropped.

He got up and picked up his clothes, looked at his bulging belly, and patted: "Brother is so kind to you, I risked my life to fill you up, you have to fight more, don't be hungry too fast. !"

The person on the bed looked at the little guy in the glass with a serious look on his belly, and his eyes were full of doting.

Seeing someone come to the bed, although he was reluctant, he quickly closed his eyes.

The bed fell heavily.

Xie Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The body obviously felt a few centimeters collapsed next to it.

In the past, when he was on the bed, he had no feeling at all, and it seemed that there was no physical object to bear his weight.

But at this time, he clearly felt that the bed beside him collapsed!

The young man on the glass rubbed his foggy eyes, and his porcelain white face had some drunken crimson: "Uh... boss, what kind of wine is this? Why is the stamina stronger than that of the night, so dizzy."

Jiang also fell down after saying that.

Looking at the boy who was blocking most of his body on the glass, the man got up gently.

He kept staring at the glass and walked to the bed.

He tentatively picked up the figure on the glass with his hands. He wanted to move the little guy inside, and he lay outside so that he could be seen all the way from the glass.

He knew that as long as he turned over and out of sight, he would be invisible.

When the hand touches the warm body.

The long-lost excitement rushed into Xie Chen's internal organs in an instant.

He picked it up slowly and lightly, and before he could put it down, a pair of soft and delicate long arms hooked around his neck.

The little guy murmured indistinctly in his mouth, his eyes were tightly closed, the corners of his mouth were slightly opened, and a few dumb hairs looked playful and cute on the glass.

Xie Chen moved slightly.

The soft and warm body in his hands was not the coldness he thought, if he looked away and could never see it again, it was his real body.

The juvenile wine on the glass is particularly bad.

Jiang also has a habit of sleeping, feeling that he can sleep comfortably by holding something.

There are pillows and pillows, no pillows and quilts, in short, hands and feet can't be empty.

If you get one in this kung fu, it is strange if you can let go.

The hands around his neck seemed to tighten, and the person got closer.

Instinctively, he rubbed in a comfortable place, and because the corners of his clothes were lifted, a slender waist was attached to the naked man with only a bath towel.

As if igniting the fire of the line of fire, in an instant, the man's whole body was ignited by flames.

Hot and hot.

Xie Chen kept his movements for a long time, and in the end he couldn't bear to have such a skin-to-skin relationship, nor could he bear the discomfort of being held like this.

Reluctantly, he placed the person on the side of the bed against which he was leaning.

As soon as the person put it down, he began to look up and down.

Jiang also quickly spread out his arms and legs like a bastard, occupying a large area, and fell into a very intoxicated sleep.

Thank you for smiling, eyes full of pampering.

Staring at the glass, lying on the side gently, turned sideways, not at all drunk, let alone drowsiness.

If this thunder can hit for a lifetime.

He looked at it like that for the rest of his life.

Just like the little chick instinctively looking for his mother, Xie Chen just lay down, and the sleeping Jiang also sniffed, reached out and scratched, and finally squinted and smiled.

climbed over.

Using both hands and feet, climbed onto the big pillow that was bigger than expected.

The whole small face was nestled in the comfortable neck, rubbing back and forth, and went into deep sleep with a satisfied face.

Xie Chen looked at the person in the glass, with his small head buried in the collarbone, one hand on his chest, the other on his shoulder, and one leg was forced between his legs.

Strange poses make this feel even weirder.

It was hot all over, as if it could spontaneously ignite at any time.

It seems that after drinking, Jiang is also not at ease when he falls asleep.

After about a moment, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, and he rolled away.

The emptiness of leaving suddenly made Xie Chen unable to help but reach out and grab it.