Chapter 53 Rewards

Although already knew it from the photos Chen Dao made, the angle of the candid shot was not facing the back, and it was a little blurry, so couldn't see the full picture of the tattoo. Now it still has enough impact at close range.

The tattoo is on the upper left, occupying a quarter of the back, and the spread wings are inclined from the top of the spinal groove to the side of the ribs.

The ink-colored lines outline an eagle that breaks through the clouds diagonally upward, and the back of its wings is covered with a layer of snow that is shaking off with the rustling of high flying.

Most of the pictures of eagles usually see are from a bottom-up angle, with sharp claws swooping down. In this way, looking down from above, spreading its wings and flying high, it is somewhat arbitrary and less ruthless.

The tattoo focuses on a pair of wings, with layers of feathers and textures, the combination of photo and freehand brushwork, the eagle in the clouds, the snow above the wings, the outline of the rose in the middle, and the waves at the end.

Tan Zheng's attention was only on the snow on the eagle's wings and back. He stretched out his hand to touch it slowly, and traced the snow softly with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

Ren Zhaoyuan looked at him sideways when he heard the words: "It's been many years."

"When was it tattooed?"

"When I was about to graduate from college, the year I met my parents."

Ren Zhaoyuan and Tan Zheng talked about their parents, including later meetings and conversations.

He had traveled through that difficult time on his own, and now any words of consolation were superfluous.

Tan Zheng didn't say anything, just leaned over Ren Zhaoyuan's back, breathed on the surface of his skin, and kissed the snow on the soaring eagle's back.

"It's long gone," Ren Zhaoyuan comforted Tan Zheng in turn, "It's nothing, don't think about it."

"Well," Tan Zheng embraced Ren Zhaoyuan from behind, keeping the tattoo close to his chest, "It's beautiful, the snow and clouds cover it for a while, but the sea and the rose will never change."

Ren Zhaoyuan showed a bit of surprise, more surprises than surprises.

Because, that's what he meant when he drew this picture.

Indescribable softness in my heart.

Breaking through the distance of time, at this moment Tan Zheng touches his former self, and his soul resonates.

Ren Zhaoyuan turned around between his arms, put his hand on Tan Zheng's waist and pushed him to the sofa.

Tan Zheng took advantage of the situation and sat down, looking up at him with some doubts.

Ren Zhaoyuan put a hand on Tan Zheng's shoulder and pressed the person against the back of the sofa, and knelt on his lap facing Tan Zheng.

Tan Zheng subconsciously raised his hand and wrapped his arms around Ren Zhaoyuan's waist. At first glance, he looked like a controller with authority, but the whole person was a little bit at a loss because he didn't know what to do.

The hand on his shoulder was still there, but the other hand reached to his waist and easily pulled out the hem of the tied shirt.

In such a position, Tan Zheng was much lower than Ren Zhaoyuan, his eyes swayed slightly when he looked up, and the frequency of the protruding Adam's apple rolling was completely uncontrollable.

Ren Zhaoyuan chuckled and slowly lowered his head to kiss him: "I promise you, the reward."

The sound of the metal buckles popping seemed to knock on the eardrum, Tan Zheng's body was stiff and hot, and when the smooth zipper sounded, Tan Zheng's breathing was so heavy that he could clearly hear it.

Then, sweat came out.

It was approaching May, the weather was already hot every day, and the temperature in the room, which was originally suitable, was rising steadily. For a few moments, Tan Zheng was in a trance in the sultry summer like a steamer.

It's almost like drowning in water, breathless.

The hand on the back suddenly grasped uncontrollably, the pleasure and suffocation intertwined.

Tan Zheng's chest heaved violently, and it took a few seconds to see Ren Zhaoyuan's smiling eyes.

"You're still young," Ren Zhaoyuan slowly wiped his hands with Tan Zheng's five-digit shirt, returning to the original state one by one as if he couldn't notice the wetness on his clothes, "Go take a shower, good night."

The second he stepped on the ground, his wrist was grabbed violently, and Ren Zhaoyuan turned to look at him: "Huh?"

"Don't go.."

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled and leaned over to rub his red ears: "I'm going to take a shower too."

Tan Zheng looked down, but before he got to where he thought, he suddenly withdrew his gaze because a little bit of liquid on the thin abdominal muscles was burned.

"Okay," Ren Zhaoyuan kissed him sideways, "Go take a shower."

Tan Zheng's eyes were fixed on Ren Zhaoyuan's back, his cool white complexion, his dark tattoos, his broad shoulders and thin waist, and his step by step up the stairs and disappearing into the corner.

After Ren Zhaoyuan went upstairs, Tan Zheng sat on the sofa for a while without moving.

I was just overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation, and now think about it with hindsight.

Ren Zhaoyuan's palms are very soft, but there are many calluses left by many years of painting.

Tan Zheng sat slumped back against the sofa, put the back of his hand on his face to cover his eyes, and sighed.

Can't even think about it..

Ren Zhaoyuan took a bath, and when he came out, he almost thought he was wrong when he saw Tan Zheng's missed call on his phone.

Immediately after that, thought that this is indeed what Tan Zheng would do.

Without him nodding in agreement, Tan Zheng had never been upstairs by himself, let alone knowing that he was taking a shower.

Ren Zhaoyuan shook his head gently, changed his mind and didn't go downstairs. He followed Tan Zheng and called back: "What's wrong?"

"I spilled water on the bed."

"Oh," Ren Zhaoyuan walked slowly to the stairs, leaning against the wall, "you have new bedding in the closet in that room, it's fine."

Tan Zheng stopped talking.

After a while, he said again: "I don't want to sleep on the first floor."

"If you don't want to, don't want to, and find a reason."

"Well, I don't want to," Tan Zheng's voice as he closed the door of the room faintly sounded, "Can I go up?

Ren Zhaoyuan chuckled silently: "Come up."

Within half a minute, people were in front of him.

"The three closed doors over there are bedrooms. Which one do you want to sleep in?"

Tan Zheng's expression collapsed almost visibly: "Ah..."

Ren Zhaoyuan looked amused, and without saying anything, turned around and went back to the bedroom.

The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and Ren Zhaoyuan didn't seem to hear it until he was firmly bound by the impenetrable dungeon at the door of the bedroom.

"Okay, I won't bother you," Ren Zhaoyuan patted his forearm, "Sleep... um..."

This time, the kiss was not so urgent, the lips and tongues were full of fluff, and Tan Zheng's hand was on his waist, rubbing and rubbing it, and the air turned into a soft and sticky gel every minute and every second.

"Hmm..." Ren Zhaoyuan held Tan Zheng's wrist back, his voice a little vague, "Where to touch?"

Tan Zheng didn't answer, just kissed him blindly, revealing all his desires and desires to him without concealment.

Later, when Ren Zhaoyuan was trapped between the wall and his chest, he heard Tan Zheng say, "That thing, the one in the drawer..."

It was never mentioned during this time that Ren Zhaoyuan had long since passed the initial embarrassment.

"What, do you want to use it?"

Tan Zheng lowered his head and kissed him a little, with a protesting hum in his throat. After a long time, he breathed and kissed Ren Zhaoyuan's ear piercings. His voice was a little vague because the kisses kept on kissing: "Throw it away... okay?"

"Using me.. must be better than it.."

"I promise.."

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