"Go away and wash yourself."
Yang Fan reached out and pushed him into the bathroom.
Jiang Yue poked his head out of the bathroom and saw his back turning around, "I don't have any clothes to change."
"I'll get you some clothes."
"Your small body... I can't wear it."
Yang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to him, so why should he choose this man when he came to his house?
Jiang Yue touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Are you wearing your underwear too? It should be very tight when you put it on, right?"
Yang Fan staggered, what kind of talk was this, it was extremely humiliating.
"Do you want to wear it or not?"
Yang Fan blushed and said angrily, entered the room without looking back, and slammed the door.
Jiang Yue looked at the door where he vented his anger and pursed his lips in boredom. This kid was still so careless.
He entered the bathroom, closed the door, and looked around. He found that the bathroom was pitifully small. The toilet, shower, and sink were all in one space, and there was no dry and wet separation. They were not as big as his bathtub.
Jiang Yue sighed deeply. This guy said that he was only interested in profit. How could he be so mercenary?
That's just a tough talk.
What's the point of talking about dignity with him?
He clearly knew that he would never be able to deal with him again after touching that money.
This silly boy must be expecting him to come to him, right?
Jiang Yue thought like this, and his resentment disappeared when he came. He took off his clothes and prepared to take a bath. He found that he had left hot water on for a long time, and the water was getting colder and hotter, and his whole body was completely cold.
Except for the two years when his father took him to the army, he had never experienced such harsh conditions.
Jiang Yue hung up the shower head, didn't bother to wipe it, and opened the door covered in foam.
He originally wanted to call Yang Fan to come over and take a look at the water, but he saw Yang Fan standing in the kitchen opposite, wearing an apron and holding a spatula in his hand. The dim light fell on his straight and thin back.
Jiang Yue opened the door and stopped at the bathroom door.
The air was filled with an appetizing fragrance, which created a wonderful collision with the scent of shower gel wafting out from behind him.
Yang Fan was staring at the boiling dumplings in the pot, and he didn't notice a figure approaching behind him.
"Looking at the dumplings and missing me?"
Yang Fan was frightened by the sudden noise. He clenched the spatula and leaned back. With a "dong" sound, it hit a smooth and elastic chest muscle.
Jiang Yue's body was radiating heat. Yang Fan raised his head and saw that his angular face was wet, with a naughty smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. The hanging hair was dripping, and the dripping hit the corner of Yang Fan's eyes.
Like tears, sliding down his fair face.
Yang Fan was confused.
"Such a big reaction, it seems I was right." Jiang Yue stretched out his arms, hugged Yang Fan who was still in a daze, and whispered ambiguously in his ear, "What do you miss me for?"
Jiang Yue's lips touched Yang Fan's ears. Yang Fan blushed and struggled angrily, "I want you to get out of my house some time."
"What you said really hurt my heart. You drove me away before you even finished taking a shower." Jiang Yue hugged him hard, trapping him in his arms.
Yang Fan felt the friction against his thigh, and pushed him away uncomfortably, turned around, looked at him and frowned, "Why didn't you rinse off and come out?"
"What's wrong with your water heater? It's hot and cold, and it's fucking irritating to me..."
Before Jiang Yue could finish speaking, Yang Fan shuddered all over and felt something pressing against his leg.
Yang Fan immediately raised his eyes and glared at him, "Get your dick away!"
Jiang Yue glanced down, coughed to cover it up, deliberately leaned towards him, tilted his head and glanced into the pot, "Are you cooking dumplings?"
"Are you blind and didn't see it?" Yang Fan felt that this man had intentional intentions, and he was beaten on the stove!
Still crowded!
It’s so damn crowded!
He almost fell back into the pot!
I could only feel the boiling heat of the dumplings, rushing towards the back of my head.
"Can you stay away!"
Yang Fan stretched out his hand to push, but couldn't push him at all.
Jiang Yue stared at his sullen face, with a blush on his fair face. He didn't know whether it was from shame or anger, but he couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you still blushing with me?"
Yang Fan was so angry that he wanted to hit him with a spatula, but thinking that he couldn't beat him, he held back his breath and said softly, "Let me go and I'll show you the water. The dumplings will be cooked later. You can come out to eat after you take a shower."
Jiang Yue pulled his lower lip, "Okay."
With that said, he grabbed the spatula from Yang Fan's hand and threw it into the pot. He brushed his hand across Yang Fan's waist and turned off the fire. Then he pulled Yang Fan up from the stove and put his arms around his waist.
Yang Fan was confused by his flowing movements. He smiled and said, "Let's go to the bathroom. I'm almost freezing to death."
Yang Fan reacted and pushed him angrily, "Let go, I will leave on my own."
Jiang Yue grabbed his disobedient hand and said, "Don't make trouble with me. If you continue to stand here, what will you do if I get cold and sick? You are taking care of me in a foreign land?"
Just like that, Yang Fan was carried to the bathroom by him.
Once inside, the door slammed shut.
Yang Fan's shoulders shook in shock. After stiffening, he turned around and saw Jiang Yue leaning against the door with his back, smiling maliciously.
Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, "You...don't look at me like this."
"It's just the two of us here. Who are you looking at if I don't look at you?" Jiang Yue's eyes were dark and he raised his hand to turn off the light.
"This way you can't see it."
The bathroom suddenly became pitch black, with only the faint moonlight from the window filtering in through the blinds.
Yang Fan saw a tall, dark figure approaching him, and then he was turned over by a force and pressed against the wall.
"Wait, aren't you hungry? Hurry up and take a shower..."
"Eat you first."
"No! Get away!"
"You've been sleeping with me for four years, and you're still stubborn with me?"
Yang Fan had no power to resist, his hands were restrained, and his pants were pulled down...
Jiang Yue was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he put in hot water. I don't know what happened here, but the water pipes were fine again.
The bathroom was steaming with steam, and curses could be heard coming from the wooden door with poor sound insulation.
All the curse words were uttered.
Gradually, the curses subsided and turned into groans.
I had been taking a shower for more than an hour, and the dumplings in the pot were all dry.
The bathroom door opened, and Jiang Yue came out holding Yang Fan, who was tightly wrapped in a bath towel.
Yang Fan's hands were hanging on his neck, his cheeks were obviously red, and there were red marks everywhere on his chest and back, which seemed like traces of being sucked and bitten.
Someone felt refreshed, strode into the room with him in his arms, stretched out his legs and closed the door.
Yang Fan was put on the bed, and the man walked to the window, looked outside, and closed the curtains.
The room darkened, and Jiang Yue stood at the end of the bed, leaning over him.
Seeing that he was coming again, Yang Fan held up the bed and tried to hide at the head of the bed, when his ankle was held by a big hand.
"Why are you running? I haven't asked for enough yet."
The hands clasping his ankles were like iron cuffs, and Yang Fan couldn't break free. When Jiang Yue leaned closer, Yang Fan hurriedly turned away to avoid his heavy breathing, "Why are you acting like a hungry wolf?"
"I haven't touched you for so long, I want to explode." Jiang Yue grabbed his chin, not allowing him to hide, and put his lifted hand on top of his.
"Only, how many days?" Yang Fan hurriedly tried to shake him off, but Jiang Yue held his wrist tightly, lowered his head, and kissed his neck.
"Really? Why does it feel like a century has passed so long to me?"
