There is no doubt that Yanzhuang is in a mess.
His peerless appearance is everywhere on the Internet. When his fair and slender fingertips slide across the page little by little, he is especially beautiful. The smile at the corner of his mouth when he said goodbye at the end is also particularly beautiful and sentimental.
"Three minutes, I want all the news about this little brother!!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa")) What kind of fairy-like looks is this by one's, I love it, I love it,"
"Whose contracted artist is this? Come on, where is v.bo? I want to pay attention, I want to pay attention!!"
…
Xihe had to open a studio.
Yan Zhuang squeezed into a small nest with her and smiled sideways: "Are you sure it's just me?"
Xihe asked his father for help while nodding: "Yes, the whole company supports you, are you happy?"
The corners of Yan Zhuang's mouth gradually rose, his eyes were full of smiles, and his heart was filled to the brim. He couldn't help but hold the person in his arms, and bit by bit, from his eyes to the tip of his nose, he whispered on his lips: "Happy, but ……not enough."
Xihe stared instantly, this is not enough, what else do you want?
Yan Zhuang kissed Xi He on the face and bit her lip: "What I want... doesn't my wife know? Huh?"
He straightened his back and let her feel how passionate he was about her.
Xihe:......
Pushing his face away in shame and anger,
Yan Zhuang held the person in his arms, biting the smooth and tender neck carefully: "Wife, is that okay?"
With a crash, the documents on the sofa fell to the floor. The two people rolled on the sofa. Yan Zhuang grabbed her waist and pressed down, pinched her face, and kissed her red lips.
The sunshine outside the window shines in, and the indoor temperature gradually rises.
Xihe leaned on the sofa, watching the boy take off his clothes little by little, put his hand on the belt buckle... his face turned red little by little.
suddenly,
Yanzhuang stopped moving.
He led her to sit up, put his hand on the lock, and coaxed: "Honey, help me~"
The strong masculine scent rushed in front of him, and Xihe's fingertips gradually curled up. Yanzhuang couldn't bear it, and pulled her to untie it little by little...kissed her slender instep, reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and said: "Louder."
Xihe: "..."
He bit his lip tightly, with tears at the end of his eyes, and did not make a sound.
Yan Zhuang was dissatisfied, so he stood up with the person in his arms and walked around the house. Xihe: ... bit Yan Zhuang's shoulder. Not only did Yan Zhuang feel no pain, but he became even more excited, causing her to sob and moan, unable to form a sentence.
His face sank into the soft quilt and he fastened the sheets tightly.
Yan Zhuang gasped and grabbed her palm, unwilling to be left alone and said: "Wife, do you like me? Do you love me? How much do you love me?"
Xihe's mind was in chaos at this time. It was strange that she had any ideas. Yanzhuang hugged her and stood up, pressing her in front of the mirror, forcing her to look at the faces of the two people in the mirror. They were equally confused and fascinated, with the same eyes. The center is full of each other.
Yanzhuang leaned against Xihe's face and kissed her: "Are we becoming more and more like husband and wife?"
Xihe bit his lip, just wanting to stop this broken mouth: "Can you, can you shut up?"
Yan Zhuang chuckled: "Okay, stop talking and work hard."
Xihe:......
In the wide mirror, the figures of the two embracing each other were reflected, with their heads raised to Mount Emei, crying.
Night falls,
The whole city is flashing with neon lights,
The bedside lamp was dimly lit, and Xihe lay on the bed, his waist as soft as mud: "I'm hungry."
Yanzhuang leaned over and kissed the snow-white back: "What do you want to eat?"
Xihe whimpered and buried his face in the quilt: "Anything is fine."
"Everything is OK?"
The man laughed evilly.
Xihe raised his head in a daze, and what he saw was the man's condescending and handsome face.
Xihe: "..."
