Zamoli

In fact, Chang Ming'an didn't have anything that he had to go out for. He just went to his office in the courtyard building and did some miscellaneous things. After eating alone, he went back and read books in the office for a while. , Seeing that it was getting late, I slowly walked home in the dark.

When he got home, He Mu had already fallen asleep and was buried under the quilt.He gently stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, his body temperature seemed to be normal, he looked at the leftover medicine, roughly estimated the amount, knowing that He Mu had taken it, he was relieved, washed himself, wrapped the quilt and turned off the light, Sleep on the couch.

He thought of seeing He Mu chatting with He Jun when he was sitting in the car today.

Compared with when they first met, He Mu is a little different, the edges and corners have become softer, his thorns are no longer erected at every turn, and he is no longer so stiff and cautious when wearing casual clothes.

He looks good when he smiles.

Chang Ming'an turned over on the sofa, feeling a little inexplicably annoyed.

He kept saying to himself, this is a good thing, it is a good thing to make more friends.

Chang Ming'an turned over again, remembering the last time at the dinner table, He Jun wanted to ask He Mu for WeChat. He was listening at the side, and when he saw He Mu's expression of reluctance, he interrupted and interrupted the scene. round the past.Why did He Mu agree after just a few days?

Suddenly, there was the sound of the bedroom door opening. Chang Mingan hastily closed his eyes. After waiting for a long time without hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked over, only to find that He Mu hadn't come out. Dim yellow light leaked through the crack of the door and hit the floor.

Chang Mingan lifted the quilt, took off his slippers and walked to the bedroom.Walking to the door, he heard the continuous rustling of the fabric inside and a few suppressed gasps, his hand that was about to push the door stopped.

He Mu knelt on the bed with his back facing him, the nightgown was lifted up, probably the hem was bitten in his mouth by him, and he couldn't see clearly from the back.From Chang Ming'an's point of view, he can only see half of He Mu's fair back slightly arched, and further down is the tightened waist, which looks very thin but very strong, and further down, is the half-faded woman. panties tight ass, the fabric digging into the flesh.

He Mu groaned in a low voice, and moved his hands up and down, as if he was going to a critical point, his toes curled up tightly.

Chang Ming'an gasped in fright, blood rushed to his head, and his head was buzzing.He took two steps back, ignoring whether he would be discovered by He Mu, and retreated back to sit on the sofa, as if he could still hear He Mu's rapid panting in his ears, beating his chest like a drum. on the eardrum.

He lay back on the sofa with his back to the bedroom door.Not long after, he heard He Mu crept open the door and came out, turned on the faucet in the bathroom to wash his hands, then walked back quietly with bare feet, turned off the desk lamp with a "slap", and the whole house was plunged into darkness.

Chang Mingan tossed and turned on the sofa, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know if he had fallen asleep.

In his sleep, someone was pressing on him. He stretched out his hand and touched the smooth fabric. Then he groped down and felt the uneven embroidery on the fabric. It was a black cheongsam embroidered with silver-red Big flowers, open to Tumi.Along the waist line of the cheongsam, there are high slits, skin to skin, which is so hot that one's whole body trembles.

Is he sick again, why is he so hot.

The body on his body twisted like a snake, and his hands groped down his chest and abdomen, as light as a feather, and the sound of breathing with humidity sounded in his ears, sticky and entangled.He looked at those hands, against the backdrop of the black fabric, they were dazzlingly white, with pointed fingers, and each nail was painted red, stroking down against his flesh, holding the hot and swollen place.

Chang Mingan sighed contentedly, stretched out his hand, and moved up bit by bit along that snow-white arm. His big palm clasped the back of the neck of the person in his arms, stroked it twice, and pinched a little bit of neck flesh, like pinching catlike.The man in his arms melted on his body like water, he meowed twice like a cat, and the hot air from his mouth sprayed all over Chang Ming'an's face, with a lingering aroma.

Chang Ming'an felt that his whole body was hot, but the comfort he received made him more anxious. He pinched the person on his body vigorously, kneading and pressing, but the anxiety had nowhere to vent, and he rushed into his body like a wild beast.

The man in his arms stuck out his tongue and licked his face lightly.

"Chang...Ming An..."

Word by word spit out from his mouth, with wetness.

Chang Mingan woke up suddenly and found that his forehead was covered with sweat.It was already dawn, not too early, he sat up suddenly, and met He Mu who was sitting on the other side of the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

He Mu was startled by him, hesitantly said: "Morning..."

Chang Ming'an wiped his face like a cover-up, and said in a muffled voice, "Morning, I got up late."

He Mu's eyes stayed on his face, looked again and again, and finally said: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Chang Mingan wanted to lift the quilt to wash, but he moved, and found that his crotch was wet and still stiff, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.He Mu went in without knowing it, saw him sitting on the sofa in a daze, and said, "I got up early, I bought breakfast and left it for you."

Seeing that Chang Mingan was still not moving, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Chang Ming'an suddenly said: "Can you help me get my glasses?"

He Mu turned his head and saw that his glasses were placed in the entrance. Although his head was full of question marks, he stood up and helped him get them.As soon as he turned around, Chang Mingan threw off the quilt and hurried to the bathroom. When He Mu turned his head, he could only see Chang Mingan's back with a strange walking posture.

Don't you have glasses?

He Mu stood there holding his glasses, as if he had guessed something, he blinked and his face turned red.

By the time Chang Mingan came out of the bathroom, it had been quite a while. Chang Mingan seemed to have taken a shower, his body was emitting heat, and he was sitting at the dining table eating the breakfast He Mu brought back.

He Mu sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at his mobile phone. His nightgown was pulled up above his knees, revealing his straight calves.He even put on a nightgown over his nightdress today, and the front was tightly tied. Chang Ming'an remembered that he had a mole on his chest, which was red, like a drop of blood from his heart.

He Mu raised his head and asked, "Are you okay today?"

Chang Mingan was caught off guard, and quickly looked away, staring at his breakfast.

"No."

Chang Ming'an thought that He Mu didn't seem to have called his name yet.

"It seems like you haven't worn a cheongsam for a long time." Thinking in his heart, Chang Ming'an asked this question. As soon as he asked, he felt that he was inappropriate, but he couldn't take it back, and the spoon for scooping porridge knocked against the edge of the bowl , with a "ding".

He Mu was stopped by his question, thought for a while and said, "I thought you didn't like that."

Ever since the stalemate with Chang Ming'an, He Mu never did those usual teasing and teasing behaviors in front of Chang Ming'an. He remembered that every time he deliberately teased Chang Ming'an before, Chang Ming'an's face Feeling helpless and at a loss, he felt that Chang Ming'an probably didn't like that. Chang Ming'an is a teacher, so he should like someone who is more dignified and prudent.

"No." As soon as Chang Mingan said that, he knew that he had said something inappropriate again, and quickly added, "I don't mind. You can wear whatever you want, and you don't need to worry about me."

In the past, as long as He Mu didn't dress up for a period of time, he felt depressed and had nowhere to go. But when he got along with Chang Ming'an, he only felt comfortable. Whether it was men's or women's clothes, he also felt very comfortable.

He looked at Chang Ming'an with his face propped up, and asked, "Does it look good, the cheongsam."

Chang Ming'an didn't know how to answer for a moment, he suddenly remembered that secret and charming dream, and felt as if he had done something nasty and offensive.He pushed all other distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, and replied seriously: "Boys can also be beautiful, as you said."

He Mu was stunned for a while before he realized it, suddenly felt embarrassed, pursed his lips and smiled, his clear almond eyes narrowed slightly.