The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

Looking at the boy's happy brows, his mood also became happy.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips, and he continued to feed the fish happily.

The boy smiled and joked, "Brother, do you want me to feed you?"

His dark pupils trembled, and the tricks of coaxing people in the booklet flashed through his mind. Feed it with your own mouth?

His throat rolled and he said hoarsely, "Yes."

The boy lazily climbed up from him, turned over neatly, stretched out his long legs and sat on his legs face to face.

He slowly picked up a juicy and crystal clear rose grape and held it between his lips.

She raised her seductive and beautiful face with seductive eyes, inviting him to pick it.

The man's eyes were dark and hot, and his grip on the boy's slender waist tightened a little.

His heartbeat quickened, and he opened his thin lips calmly and bit the grapes that the boy handed to him. It was soft and sweet in the mouth, but it did not quench his thirst.

The man waited eagerly for the boy's next move.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious. I want more."

The young man smiled like a flower, one hand clasped around his neck, and the index finger of the other hand touched his lips.

"Would you like to eat this?"

He was breathing heavily, his scorching eyes fixed on the boy's lips, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out.

Hoarse voice: "Yes."

The man put his arm around his waist, no longer having any patience to wait for him to take the initiative, and with disordered breathing, he lowered his head and kissed his lips impatiently.

Soft and tender, he couldn't help wanting more.

So sweet and delicious.

The boy tilted his neck back, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his breathing could hardly keep up with his passionate rhythm.

The corners of her eyes gradually turned red and tears overflowed. She was as beautiful as a fairy and extremely charming.

The young man clutched the clothes on his chest, his body trembling and he gasped slightly.

It's both soul-stirring and bone-melting.

How could the hot-blooded man resist such temptation? He lifted up the boy's body, stood up in his arms, kissed him while walking steadily upstairs, and kicked open the door of his bedroom.

While kissing him, he put the boy into the bed, and the boy let his hot body press against him with his soft body.

Their breaths intertwined, and a dense trembling feeling filled their bodies.

The man said in a hoarse voice: "Is it okay?"

The boy blushed, buried his head in his chest, and said in a coquettish voice: "Stupid, don't ask such questions."

The man's dark eyes lit up, "Okay, I won't ask."

----------Two days later.

The boy finally woke up from the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room with a dazed look.

He moved his lips, but his throat was too dry to make any sound.

I couldn't even move my toes, and my whole body was sore and painful.

at this time.

Fu Lingye walked in from outside with a plate in his hand, looking refreshed.

"Baby, you wake up."

The boy ignored him, but cursed him thousands of times in his heart.

"He must have secretly added some unspeakable settings to himself. It's outrageous."

"This bastard never stops for a moment."

He is like a wolf king galloping on the snowy mountains, possessing a strong sense of territory and being domineering and overbearing.

It was as if he had to mark it with his own mark to prove that this territory belonged to him.

“I almost died in his hands.”

“That’s too much… this bastard!!!”

The system cautiously turned on the pain-shielding mode for him, and the boy instantly felt much more relaxed.

He took a deep breath and turned his angry eyes to Fu Lingye.

The man felt guilty about being stared at, so he changed the subject: "Baby, I'll carry you to wash up."

The young man glared at him angrily, his throat unable to make any sound, he could only roar in his heart: Fuck your sister!

The man felt itchy when he stared at him, so cute, he wanted to--.

His Adam's apple rolled, he turned his eyes away with restraint, and soothed softly: "Baby, this is my first time, so I can't control myself. I'm sorry."

The young man gritted his teeth and said: If you can't control yourself, can you just keep doing this without caring about other people's lives?

Damn it! You dare to do this to me!

He put down the plate, walked to the bed and picked up the boy horizontally: "I'm sorry, I will never do this again."

The young man closed his eyes in annoyance and didn't look at him, allowing him to serve him.

I kept complaining in my mind: I don’t know how many times I’ve heard you say this, but when have you ever done it?

After washing up.

The man carried the boy back to bed. He said in a flattering tone, "Baby, I gave you a bath and applied medicine before you woke up."

"Baby, after you finish your porridge, I'll sleep with you."

He picked up the bowl, blew on it gently to cool it down, and carefully fed the boy spoonful by spoonful.

The boy was not pretentious. Even though he was angry, he couldn't be so hard on himself and refuse to eat.

He ate in small bites. After he finished the porridge, the boy raised his slender arm and pointed his finger outside the door.

The boy was very depressed, and his watery eyes clearly told him, "Get out, I don't want to see you."

Fu Lingye's dark eyes flickered slightly. He knew that he had gone too far, but he couldn't stop.

He was more of a test, testing how far the boy could go with him, but he didn't expect that he would let him take whatever he wanted and didn't do anything to him.

This made him sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself, and he became more and more greedy, wanting more.

He knelt on one knee on the ground, his eyes devout and gentle: "Baby, I'm sorry, I really won't do this again in the future."

The boy covered his ears angrily, but then felt that it was not enough, so he curled himself up in the quilt and went to sleep.

Seeing that he was really angry, the man pulled his quilt helplessly.

"Baby, take off the quilt quickly, don't hold it in, I'll go out, don't be angry."

When the boy saw that someone was leaving, he quickly took off the quilt covering his head, revealing his moisturized and extremely bright face.

The moment the man was bewitched, his breathing became heavy, and his deep eyes were as dark as the abyss...

He raised his hand to cover his eyes in a restrained manner, his throat hoarse: "I'm going out, baby, you have a good rest."

The man hurried out of the room, fearing that he would turn into a wolf and pounce again.

The door was closed with a "bang".

His chest heaved violently, and he leaned against the door frame, suppressing the restlessness surging in his heart.

"He is really a demon, constantly tempting me to fall into it..."

----

The boy looked confused. Why was he running?

Why did the door slam so loudly? Are you angry?

I was even angry. This man is so hard to please. In this life, he is not considerate at all and just acts like a spoiled brat!

Judging from the psychological reaction, this guy probably feels insecure and wants to find some sense of security of being loved from him.

Forget it, just let your man spoil you.

Sleep, sleep, if you don’t rest, you will really die suddenly.

-----

When the boy opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the luxurious ceiling, but the studio filled with countless two-dimensional comic drawings.

The boy rubbed his eyes, waiting for the scene in front of him to become clear: "Hmm? The real world?"

His hazy consciousness gradually returned, and he finally realized something.

His eyes widened and he cursed: "Fuck, this is bad!!!"