After a long time, the words behind have become blurred, and Sheng Jingyang's movement of reaching out to push the door froze for a moment.

He shook his head, laughing at himself for starting to think about such nonsense.

With a click, he reached out to push the door open.

The door opened slightly before he tried hard, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked up at him, reflecting the sun and Sheng Jingyang's figure, slightly bent, like gardenias falling all over the ground.

Gentle as hell.

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Speaking of which, everyone should have guessed who Wen Yiqing is (dog head)

This book is very interesting, at least I think so hehe

Chapter 40

The young man was wearing loose and soft home clothes, exuding a faint fragrance of shower gel, mixed with his unique sweet fragrance, which made Sheng Jingyang stunned for a moment.

"you……"

"You're back!" Yan Wushu took his hand first, raised his smile and eagerly ushered him in.

Vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something, looking at the young man, Sheng Jingyang couldn't remember anything, and couldn't think of rebelling, and was easily led into the house by Yan Wushu, who was a head shorter than him.

The interior layout of the Sheng family was exactly the same as he remembered, except for the dining table, the originally luxurious but impersonal long dining table became a small dining table covered with fresh tablecloths.

But it's not abrupt, as if it should be, and the young man has been a part of this family from beginning to end, Sheng Jingyang gradually forgot everything when he came.

There was a hot meal on it, and the boy who pulled him took him to the table and sat down.

Seeing that his eyes fell on the dishes but he still didn't move his chopsticks, he glanced at him quietly: "...don't you like the dishes?" with apprehension and anticipation.

Sheng Jingyang blurted out: "Of course I like it, everything my wife cooks is delicious."

In fact, he is not particular about food, and he can't even recognize all the dishes.

Hearing his words, the boy's cheeks puffed slightly, and he said half proudly and half sweetly: "He will speak nicely to make me happy."

In the next second, there was a soft and moist touch on the cheeks, soft and soft. The moment of touching, the heart seemed to be wrapped in a cloud made of cotton.

"Reward your kind words."

The young man who had just disturbed him looked away, pretended to be serving vegetables as if he was embarrassed, gave him vegetables, and ate by himself.

Sheng Jingyang didn't say a word, and the boy ate whatever was given to him, while eating, he kept looking at Yan Wushu, as if he was afraid that if he missed a glance, he would disappear.

The face of the young man whom he looked at right and wrong gradually turned pink, and finally raised his eyes as if he couldn't help it: "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you eating me, bad guy."

Sheng Jingyang's amber eyes seemed to have warmth, looked at him and said, "Yes."

Unexpectedly, he simply admitted it, the boy opened his eyes wide, and then hummed: "Pervert..."

This meal is so delicious that you can only look at it if it is more delicious.

At night, the Sheng Mansion was still quiet, except for Yan Wushu's soft and pleasant voice that occasionally echoed in the room.

Sheng Jingyang did not notice this unusual silence.In other words, this is what he really wanted subconsciously.

It's like a pair of newlyweds, sticky and noisy in every corner of Sheng's house.

The red-haired man lying on the sofa, his eyes hardly stayed on the TV screen, and he concentrated on looking at his little wife, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

The eyes of the young man who was immersed in the plot gradually drifted away. After he pretended not to notice and endured for a while, he finally collapsed under the scorching gaze: "What the hell" But before he turned his head to question, he couldn't bear it any longer.It was obviously Sheng Jingyang.

Yi Wai Ye looked at the young man: "Honey, I want to kiss you."

Actions are faster than words, like a traveler who has been thirsty for a day in the desert, can't wait to pick up the only water source, suck and swallow.

The teenager who was pressed on the sofa and kissed wantonly raised his hand subconsciously to struggle, but his wrist was grabbed and his fingers were intertwined, plundering and occupying without a doubt.

Yan Wushu, who was being chased by the red lines, has gradually mastered the law of their movement. These red lines will only chase him straight along the shortest distance they think. This white space is quite large.Keep a certain distance and run around.

But soon he found that something was wrong, some of these red lines seemed to gain strength suddenly, gradually keeping up with his speed.The ankle was entangled, and the cold and slippery red thread climbed all the way up the calf, restraining Yan Wushu's movements.

It is so greedy that it almost can't wait to tie up and entangle the prey in front of it so that it can enjoy it.Yan Wushu, unable to struggle, was tripped and fell to the ground. After struggling for a while, the familiar heat spread, and the red line had already climbed to his cheek, touching his cheek like a snake spit out a letter, and Yan Wushu was unconscious.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a familiar voice, and these words were intermittent.

"Of course I like it. Everything my wife cooks is delicious..."

"Honey, I want to kiss you."

"Honey, you smell so good."

"So soft..."

...

As if in a dream, "Yan Wushu" was talking to someone, but Yan Wushu didn't feel that he was speaking, but this Yan Wushu's emotions, even the touch when he kissed Sheng Jing's cheeks were so real,He seems to have entered a scene, playing the role of Yan Wushu, but the initiative is not in his hands.

As the words became clearer, the senses seemed to become clearer. What bound him was no longer those strange and cold red threads, but the burning and broad chest pressing on him and the man's hands tightly clasping him.

It was hard for the kissed one to breathe, Yan Wushu sobbed softly in an attempt to wake up the opponent's reason.But it was useless. In this role-playing, Yan Wushu seemed to be able to bear it passively. He clearly wanted to escape, but the voice he made was sweet and pitiful, as if he was tempting the other party to step up his efforts to grab the fruit.And as he whimpered and opened and closed his mouth, Sheng Jingyang really looked like a wolf that had seen meat, fiercely grabbing the soft flesh of his lower lip, licking and biting, and even ate his saliva.

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