Chapter 54 Difficulties

The low and slightly hoarse voice lingered on the side of the ear with a warm breath, and the numbness like a small electric current flowed around.

Sometimes lust is the best response to a lover's affection.

Ren Zhaoyuan's hand holding Tan Zheng's wrist bone slowly loosened.

This is the most subtle connivance, and for Tan Zheng, it is the most straightforward signal.

All poised attacks and long-suffering cravings were granted in this moment more than sparks in diesel spirits.

Ren Zhaoyuan was completely deprived of the right to speak.

As soon as the hottest skin touched closely without leaving any gaps, Tan Zheng's movements paused slightly, revealing a few traces of undetectable hesitation.

Ren Zhaoyuan was gasping for breath, and there was a very slight pain left on the tip of his tongue. The fact that he would be kissed until he could not breathe well always made him unbelievable and had to believe it. At this time, it seemed that he had recovered 10% of Tan Zheng's obvious unfamiliarity. , dispelling that little childish vindictive depression, tilted his head and laughed silently.

Tan Zheng leaned down and kissed him softly. He didn't dare to act rashly in an unfamiliar area for fear of hurting people, but there were things he was familiar with and grasped.

Ren Zhaoyuan's breathing stagnated for a while, and the matter on the sofa downstairs was transferred and experienced again, but he failed to reach the top.

Gradually panting, Tan Zheng kissed him and said something like a sign of weakness.

"Let the teacher teach me, okay?"

"Um.."

Ren Zhaoyuan only knew that Tan Zheng had good grades when he was a student, and that he was talented and smart. Today, he learned that talent and intelligence are equally useful in any aspect.

By analogy, by analogy.

Tan Zheng's speed from being unfamiliar to proficient almost made Ren Zhaoyuan doubt the authenticity of Tan Zheng's "not very good" sentence.

Except for the embarrassment and stumbling that he explained shortly after he couldn't stand the stimulation for the first time, Ren Zhaoyuan was never able to gain the upper hand.

The first few times he deliberately let it go, after all, he just got a taste of it and wanted to make Tan Zheng happy.

Later, the trembling of his body could no longer be controlled, and Ren Zhaoyuan realized that he couldn't keep going like this.

It's fun enough and cool enough, but the 25 or 6 young man's energy and stamina are terrifyingly strong, and he can't resist it.

Fortunately, Tan Zheng was obedient.

However, it was Ren Zhaoyuan who stopped when he called to stop, and he couldn't get up the next morning.

Some he taught, some he did not have time to mention.

As a result, Tan Zheng was almost face to face in one position for half the night. Several muscles were stretched to the extreme without a break, and the tension was too long.

Ren Zhaoyuan slept and woke up, his waist and legs were even more sore, he didn't want to open his eyes, and he didn't know how Tan Zheng found out that he was awake.

"are you awake?"

"Um.."

"Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Ren Zhaoyuan half-opened his eyes and saw Tan Zheng's nervous expression that he couldn't complain even if he really wanted to. He raised his hand and touched his chin: "No, what time is it?"

"It's half past ten, are you hungry?"

"I don't want to move," Ren Zhaoyuan shrank down, "Sleep a little longer."

"You just lie down, and I'll bring it up."

Ren Zhaoyuan was startled: "Have you made breakfast?"

"Let the restaurant bring it and keep it warm in the kitchen." Tan Zheng woke up not too early, afraid that he would wake up hungry, so he ordered it in advance, "I'll make it for you tomorrow morning."

Tan Zheng said that he was about to get out of bed, but was pulled by Ren Zhaoyuan: "No, I don't want to eat in the bedroom."

"Then, shall I hold you down?"

Ren Zhaoyuan laughed: "You are too exaggerated."

The physical exertion was too great, and he was really hungry. Ren Zhaoyuan didn't want to move and didn't lie down for too long. He got up in ten minutes.

Tan Zheng is like a little daughter-in-law who takes her husband as her god in the old days. She sits up to support her, gets out of bed to put on shoes, walks without letting her help her, and follows her closely, brushes her teeth and gives mouthwash, and after washing her face, she hands her towel.

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not half paralyzed anymore, what are you doing?"

In fact, Tan Zheng couldn't explain it clearly. Ren Zhaoyuan mentioned it to him that he realized that his behavior was too abnormal, and cleared his throat a little uncomfortably: "Then I'll bring breakfast upstairs and eat it upstairs."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

With a straight back, it seems to be no different from usual, but Ren Zhaoyuan can easily feel the disguised stiffness.

Ren Zhaoyuan stood on the table for a while, unable to restrain himself and chuckled softly.

I don't know if this description is accurate. He feels that Tan Zheng's state is a bit like handing in an extremely important examination paper. He doesn't know how well he answers, so he can't help showing his goodwill to the teacher who is grading, for fear of being said that he is not satisfied. .

Suddenly, remembered Tan Zheng's firm assurance last night that he would be better than the things in the drawer.

As the night passed, that confidence was gone.

The corners of Ren Zhaoyuan's lips were bent unconsciously, his mind was elsewhere, and when he turned around, he did not pay attention to his movements, and he immediately gasped silently.

He didn't quite understand, what exactly made Tan Zheng feel uncertain?

Before the pajamas on his body were changed, Ren Zhaoyuan pushed open the door of the master bedroom and remembered that the bed had not been cleaned up, and they went to sleep in another room after taking a shower last night.

The twisted and messy quilt was half on the bed and half on the ground, the pillow stood upright beside the bed, the sheets were wrinkled, and several dry marks that dyed the fabric darker were eye-catching.

There was still a vague smell of ambiguity left in the room. Ren Zhaoyuan paused at the door, and Tan Zheng just came up with a tray: "Eat first, I'll clean up the room later."

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't say anything, and closed the door of the room first.

When he saw the stairs Tan Zheng was walking, Ren Zhaoyuan realized that he had forgotten to tell him where the elevator was.

The number of floors in the house is not high. Ren Zhaoyuan prefers to take the stairs. The elevator is only for the convenience of carrying things, so the elevator is designed in an inconspicuous place at the back.

Taking the stairs with food is not as convenient as the elevator, but Tan Zheng's original intention of bringing the breakfast should be to make him take the stairs less often.

So in fact, there is no need to be so troublesome at all, he just takes the elevator down.

"It's dinner," Tan Zheng came to lead him, "what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, Mei Se really made a mistake," Ren Zhaoyuan said with a smile, "the brain doesn't turn."

Tan Zheng smiled and kissed him: "Huh?"

The desk chair was originally made of relatively soft leather, but Tan Zheng thought it was not enough and put a cushion.

Ren Zhaoyuan sat down in the exclusive seat and talked to Tan Zheng about the elevator. Tan Zheng didn't think it would be any trouble to bring the breakfast up, but said, "Then I'll take my luggage up later and use the elevator."

"I didn't mean to wait for me to come back and help you move in together, why did they have to be delivered in the afternoon?"

"Why don't you do it," Tan Zheng scooped up the soup for Ren Zhaoyuan and put it in front of him, "You just need to nod."

There are too many varieties of breakfast, even the clear steamed dumplings are very realistic roses, and the edges of the petals are still light pink.

Ren Zhaoyuan doubted that if he explained to Tan Zheng that he wanted to eat the rose steamed dumplings made by him, Tan Zheng would find a way to make them for him.

After the meal, Tan Zheng cleaned up the table, went down to put things down and came up again when Ren Zhaoyuan was cleaning the table, Tan Zheng took it immediately.

Ren Zhaoyuan was helpless: "Did you make me as a paper made of glass?"

"Just rest, you don't need to work."

If he didn't let him work, he really didn't let him work at all. Ren Zhaoyuan was beside him like a mascot, watching Tan Zheng finish wiping the table and wash his hands, and then went to the master bedroom to clean up.

"There is a storage bag at the bottom of the cabinet. Put it away and throw it away. Don't wash it."

"Okay, found it."

Ren Zhaoyuan poured a glass of lime water for Tan Zheng, but when he heard the footsteps and turned around, he saw that Tan Zheng had empty hands, his expression was a little serious and not very good-looking.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't understand: "What?"

"Blood on the sheets."

As if Tan Zheng's words were serious, Ren Zhaoyuan put down the water glass and went in to take a look. After a while, he found a blood silk print that was less than the width of a finger, but he couldn't see any folds in this position.

It should be that the preparation work was not done properly at the beginning.

At the time, he thought it was okay, but Tan Zheng's size was...even more impressive than when he was on the sofa. The two of them felt uncomfortable when they were stuck, so he simply let him in to the end.

That was really painful.

"It's alright." Ren Zhaoyuan wanted to fold the sheet, but he grabbed his hand as soon as he moved.

"I..." Tan Zheng hesitated a bit, but was still worried that he had the upper hand, "I'll take a look at the situation."

It's strange that Ren Zhaoyuan is willing to let him see: "No need."

Tan Zheng still held him in his hand, lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a few seconds.

Ren Zhaoyuan looked at him and thought that it would be useless to act like a spoiled brat this time. If he insisted on looking at him, he would have to run away.

"sorry."

Ren Zhaoyuan was startled: "What's wrong?"

Just after asking, his eyes fell on the bloodstain on the bed sheet, Ren Zhaoyuan smiled: "At most, the skin is broken, it's fine, what apologies."

"Have you been hurt before?"

Although Ren Zhaoyuan felt that this was not really an "injury", before Tan Zheng asked, he just answered truthfully, "No."

Tan Zheng took a half step forward, gently hugged Ren Zhaoyuan, and buried his head in his neck, his voice muffled: "This time I didn't do it well, I didn't prepare in advance, it made you uncomfortable."

Every time Ren Zhaoyuan heard a sentence, a rhetorical question followed in his heart, where did he not do well? How can you prepare in advance? Finally, I couldn't help but ask the last sentence: "Where do you feel that I am uncomfortable?"

"It hurt you."

"Everyone said it's fine."

"Last night... then you didn't want to."

Ren Zhaoyuan felt that he had never been in such a dilemma before. Either he would express his feelings word for word, or Tan Zheng would be hit by a misunderstanding.

He was not used to expressing many of his daily emotions, let alone such private matters in the bed.

Is he going to tell Tan Zheng directly that you made me happy because I couldn't stand it so much that I called to stop?

Ren Zhaoyuan sighed silently, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

He really couldn't speak.

How did Tan Zheng's brain circuit turn around?

"You don't have to be afraid of my shame. If you don't do well, just tell me. How do you feel comfortable, and I can study hard." "Don't."

Ren Zhaoyuan almost choked on his own saliva and felt his lower back.

No matter how hard Tan Zheng tried, he was afraid that he would die.

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