The same word as the drunk that day: "You."

Xia Wan looked at him, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her entire chest seemed to be completely filled with happy colorful bubbles, and she wanted to explode.

"But, Sun Baijiang," he held on to the last bit of reason, and turned his head to look out, "what did he do?"

Huo Yu didn't speak, but took his hand and put it in his heart.

Through the thin clothes, Xia Wan could feel the temperature on Huo Yu's body, as well as the steady and powerful heartbeat.

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Is this wound related to him?"

Huo Yu didn't say anything, just raised his hand and touched his hair lightly.

It was very gentle, but it was like fiddling with Xia Wan's heart, which made him unknowingly think of the helpless teenager lying in the cold ward, feeling the despair of being betrayed by the person he trusted the most.

He unconsciously raised his arms around Huo Yu's waist and buried his face in his chest.

"It's all over." Huo Yu said, but immediately, he felt a little hot and humid.

Through the thin T-shirt, Xia Wan printed his hot lips where his scars were.

Like soothing, like branding, like trying to give a new meaning to that sad wound.

Chapter 61

Almost subconsciously, Huo Yu raised his hand and pressed the back of Xia Wan's head, making him get closer and closer to himself.

The next moment, Xia Wan opened her lips and took a bite at the location of his wound.

It was very light, like a young bird grabbing the food, but Huo Yu couldn't help but stiffen his whole body, and then his whole heart became numb and hot.

Huo Yu snorted lightly, then wrapped around Xia Wan's waist, and picked him up without much effort.

Xia Wan was pressed against the handrail of the stairs, her eyes and lips were wet, and Huo Yu lifted his face while pinching his chin.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

At this moment, Huo Yu's eyes seemed to be more profound than before, but the coldness of the past was gone, like a warm and sweet vortex that could suck people in.

Xia Wan blinked, then opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could make a sound, Huo Yu lowered his head and bit his lips.

It's a very light suck. Kiss.

Jerky but tender.

It made Xia Wan forget any skills she had seen before, leaving only her instinctive response.

"Xia Wan." Huo Yu called Xia Wan's name softly between the kisses.

Xia Wan stared blankly, and could only use a nasal voice to make a very light "um".

The tone was slightly longer and softer, making Huo Yu's hand around his waist even harder.

They are like two little animals who accidentally strayed into the channel of happiness. One has only had hatred in his heart since he was fifteen years old, and the other, because of physical reasons, never expected to have the opportunity to live a normal life...

At this moment, they hugged tightly together by accident, leaning on the stairs to explore and search for the happiness that they had never thought of.

It was not until Xia Wan was a little unsteady that Huo Yu raised his head by hooking his waist.

He pursed his lips and watched the lips that were slightly red in Xiawan in the light, and lowered his head again, biting it lightly.

"Are you a dog?" Xia Wan couldn't help licking the place where Huo Yu was bitten, and asked softly.

"Didn't you bite first?" Huo Yu bowed his head, against his forehead, and asked quietly.

His voice was originally low, and at this moment he deliberately slowed down, even more like a small brush, which made Xia Wan's ears itch all the way to his heart.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand around Huo Yu's waist, and buried his face into the opponent's neck.

"Huo Yu." He learned Huo Yu and called his name.

"Um." Huo Yu's voice was low, and he rang on his ears.

"Master." He screamed again.

Huo Yu seemed to laugh, and he responded again, then raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and kissed his dark hair.

"Go upstairs?" He said.

"Um." Xia Wan held Huo Yu for a while before he slowly let go, and was held upstairs by Huo Yu's wrist.

Xia Wan's wrist was very thin and cold, and it was unexpectedly soft in the palm of his hand. It wasn't until the door of the summer night bedroom, and Huo Yu loosened his hands.

Huo Yu looked at Xia Wan, and after a while, he said, "Good night."

"Good night, young master." Xia Wan's heart stomped his feet, kissed on the side of Huo Yu's cheeks, and then quickly hid in the door.

The moment the door was closed, he didn't feel that he raised his hand and touched his still wet lips, and pressed the heart that he jumped.

It's so happy, too sweet, his heart is about to explode, and he will be drowned.

Xia Wan was quiet for a moment, and then took the phone.

The phone was turned around a few times in his hand, and he was thrown away by him again.

His eyes turned, and then turned to the upcoming painting.

Xia Wan went to the bathroom and rushed a bath with a low temperature. After changing the suit and sitting in front of the picture frame.

The painting was ending, and he was tide from a certain night. After that, he drew a week intermittently. Before returning tonight, he just contacted Cui Xiaoheng and prepared to take the school to the gallery bridge tomorrow.

The color on the canvas slowly merged, and finally became Huo Yu's face, a little cold, and looked up at him with a smile.

Xia Wan was shocked, and then found that he had tone the color wrong.

He put down the palette, and then sat on the opposite desk and turned on the computer to open the live broadcast.

Because he felt that he would probably go crazy if he didn't share his happiness and happiness.

[Wow, my brother is airborne tonight, so happy. .

[Brother with the goods today? Want to use good wash supplies. .

[Wow, my brother's expression, I pointed out, it must be a fate of committing peach blossoms. .

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Seeing the "看到", Xia Wan couldn't help but flutter and laughed.