he has a clean freak

Liang Songying seldom went to that villa, but the furniture and kitchen utensils were fully equipped, and part-time workers were hired to clean up regularly.His father, mother, brothers and sisters who are far away in France will return to China several times a year to visit him, so he arranges for them to live here.Even if they all come back together, the three-storey villa can completely accommodate them.

When we arrived at the gate outside the villa, we could see from the car that the house was not lit.He took out two keys from the rag doll on the platform, got out of the car and unlocked the door, and went back to drive into the yard.Going around to the back seat, Yan Wangxiao seemed to be asleep wrapped in a blanket.

When picking him up, Yan Wangxiao struggled a little, his eyelashes trembling slightly.Liang Songying walked a few meters, her arms were sore, she couldn't hold him, so she quickly moved onto her back before throwing Yan Wangxiao on the ground, carried him into the room, and sent him directly to the bathroom.

While taking a bath, Yan Wangxiao woke up.Lie half naked in the bathtub, let him wash and rub, and meet his eyes from time to time.Liang Songying looked back at him bluntly, her eyes were entangled, and the water vapor dazzled everything.The clothes on his body were also wet and stained, so after washing Yan Wangxiao fragrantly, he also took off his clothes and stood under the shower to take a hot shower.

After getting wet, I took a shower gel and rubbed bubbles on my body.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, he turned to look at the bathtub.Yan Wangxiao stood up, his eyes in the mist were very tender and watery, a little hazy, a few strands of bangs drooped, sticking to his eyebrows and forehead, his cheeks were flushed by the hot water, but his plump lips were pale and pale, exuding a certain Mysterious vulnerability.

Liang Songying felt that a string in her heart was broken.

When Yan Wangxiao stuck it up from behind, his body trembled at the touch of hot and flexible muscles, and his hands kept moving, but they wiped them in a mess, as if they couldn't be washed off no matter how much they were washed.

Yan Wangxiao wrapped him in his hands and hugged him tightly, making the two fiery bodies fit together seamlessly, put his lips next to Liang Songying's neck, and caressed affectionately in the hollow of his shoulders.He just hugged him tightly like this, full of dependence.

"Yan Wangxiao, are you awake?" Liang Songying stopped and let the hot water from the shower wash over her body, washing away the foam.

Yan Wangxiao uttered a few syllables vaguely, and his palms began to move and stroke his body.

When she landed there, she felt Liang Songying's body tremble.

He let out a chuckle.

The voice was soft: "I'm very happy that you can find me."

Liang Songying turned to face him, "Have you finished washing? Go and dry yourself."

Yan Wangxiao said, "I'll wash it for you."

He really helped him wash it, very politely, took the shower and held it in his left hand, asked him to bend down slightly and lower his head, after wetting his hair, he took the shampoo and washed his hair with both hands, carefully avoiding the ears He scratched in pain, and asked while scratching, "Is this strength enough?"

Liang Songying turned her head to the side and was about to tease him, but saw that his eyes were very focused, with a rare seriousness, soft and affectionate in the steaming heat, which was unbelievably soft.Seeing him looking over, he laughed, Liang Songying had never seen Yan Wangxiao laugh like this, extremely close and undefended, innocent and pure like a child.

He stared at him greedily, as if bewildered by him.

Yan Wangxiao kissed him suddenly, his lips touched his lips and then parted, his hands kept moving, but he kept looking into his eyes, paying attention to his reaction.Seeing that he was not disgusted, he respectfully worshiped him again like a devout believer.

After rinsing off the foam from his hair, Yan Wangxiao took the shower gel and wiped his body again.

Liang Songying was intimidated by Yan Wangxiao's strange expression, and asked him to raise his hand when he raised it, bend his body when he bent down, and turn around when he turned around.The other party enjoys playing with his body and "stroking" his body.Suddenly feeling the heat behind him was astonishing, he shivered.

"Leave me alone." Yan Wangxiao said thoughtfully in a deep and magnetic voice, moving his body a little away.

Turning Liang Songying around, he found that he looked ordinary, but his face was a little red, and the tips of his ears were also red.Yan Wangxiao's eyes darkened, he licked his lips subconsciously, and his throat rolled.

"Aren't you... um?" Yan Wangxiao tried his best to endure and stated a fact.

Liang Songying coughed.

"I'll help you."

After Yan Wangxiao said this, he didn't move. He just looked at Liang Songying, as if he was asking for consent, and he seemed to be too cautious to move.But how could Liang Songying nod and say "Okay, come on".

The running water flowed down from the top of Yan Wangxiao's head and slid over the corners of his eyes, making his eyes look melancholy and sad.

Liang Songying reached out and touched the corner of his eyes.

He dodged, leaned over, leaned on Liang Songying, hid his face where he could not see, no longer hesitated, "Don't hate me, I will make you comfortable."

She pressed her lips to the side of his neck, gasped next to his ear, and teased her one by one.

……

The two hugged each other against the wall, their chests heaving violently.

The sound of water dripping in the bathroom.

Yan Wangxiao was still greedily stroking his back back and forth, once and for all.

"Liang Songying, do you have any thoughts about me?"

Liang Songying moved away after hearing the words, and stared at him with a finger distance.The man in front of him was smiling, handsome and unrestrained, with half-length hair hanging by his ears, slender sword eyebrows and a few strands of flat bangs, making his forehead extraordinarily plump and fair.Although naked, there is an air of magnanimity and fitness, luxurious and undeniable.

He likes Yan Wangxiao's skin.

"You have a good figure and good looks."

Yan Wangxiao nodded in agreement, "Through this skin, don't be shy, and boldly speak out your true inner thoughts."

"You deserve a beating."

"..."

Yan Wangxiao suddenly hummed a song, it was the song "And the Wind". After the prelude, he started to sing. He didn't need to pay attention to any skills, didn't need to care about the key, and didn't need to pay attention to which notes were sung wrong.He sang according to his mood, and while singing, he and Liang Songying used water to dry their bodies.

Liang Songying has been listening to him singing.

After singing, he continued to sing.

Sometimes the refrain is sung over and over again.

Constant orgasm.

It seemed that that was the only way to express his mood at the moment.

With a smile on the corner of Liang Songying's mouth, she was attracted by Yan Wangxiao in this state.Every sentence is full of emotion, every sentence comes from the true depths of the heart, and every sentence reflects the state of the soul.So touching.This was the best song he had ever heard Yan Wangxiao sing.

Yan Wangxiao's walking steps were a bit flimsy, he was wearing Liang Songying's pajamas, wandering around the living room, looking closely at some things with great interest, and touching them.Can't help but be speechless, Liang Songying is really an out-and-out collector fanatic and nostalgic.There are old things and antiques that I don’t know where to find, various photo albums, commemorative shirts, records signed by famous singers and actors... His own trophies and honors from previous years are piled up in a corner.

There is a tall and long six-tiered shelf next to the window, and countless framed photos are arranged in an orderly manner on the middle three tiers.

Liang Songying sat on the sofa, plugged the hair dryer into the outlet, and called to him, "Come here and dry your hair."

"Call me after you finish playing."

While blowing her hair, Liang Songying looked at Yan Wangxiao's back standing in front of the shelf.After blowing his hair to a half-dry state, he called Yan Wangxiao over, watched him approach, then knelt on the sofa and reached out for a hair dryer.

He looked at his face, put the hair dryer in his hand, and said, "I'll go to the neighborhood to buy some food and drink and come back. After you finish drying your hair, if you're tired, go to sleep for a while and do whatever you want, and wait for me to come back." .”

Yan Wangxiao was in a good mood and nodded.

Liang Songying touched Yan Wangxiao's lower lip with her thumb a few times, "It's a bit peeling, you need to add water and sugar. I think your steps were a little wandering just now, don't hold back, sit properly."

Yan Wangxiao parted his upper and lower lips and put his thumb in his mouth.

Liang Songying looked defeated by him, "You drool..." retracted her fingers, dried herself with a paper towel, got up, went to the bedroom to change clothes, put on a coat, and took a quilt by the way to cover half of Yan Wangxiao's hair while blowing her hair .

"Then come back quickly." Yan Wangxiao said behind him.

"Ah."

Liang Songying held the keys, wallet, and mobile phone, and closed the door.

Yan Wangxiao heard two "clicks" from the keyhole, and the door was locked.He jumped up from the sofa and ran barefoot to the window quietly, still wearing a quilt on his body.He wrapped himself up tightly, pressed his forehead against the glass window and looked out.

Lights on the door walls illuminate the courtyard where a car is parked.Liang Songying went over, unlocked the car with two beeps, and the headlights came on.He stopped in front of the car, bent slightly and touched the front of the car with his hands, then went to open the door, got in the car, and closed the door.

Yan Wangxiao squinted his eyes, and he found that the front of the car was deformed, only one headlight was on, and the other was off.He guessed it might be that Liang Songying stumbled somewhere in the process of looking for him, maybe it was careless, maybe it was anxious.

There was the sound of an engine starting outside.

But he waited for a long time, but the car didn't move away, only the engine hummed in a low voice.

Amidst the sound of the engine, Liang Songying held the steering wheel with both hands, and stepped on the clutch with her right foot, but did not step on it for a long time.His eyes were on the living room, the lighted windows.Just out of worry, he instinctively glanced at the house before leaving, but he didn't expect to see a figure behind the window.

He couldn't see the person's face and expression clearly, he only guessed that the person wrapped himself up in a ball and his figure was bloated.

He imagined for a moment the look in his eyes from behind the window.

I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, there was a period of time when I was at home lying on the window and looking outside, waiting for my mother to appear.She always failed to come back early, and it didn't take long for him to give up hope, because every time the appointment came, his mother would call and say that he would be back today.At that time, he was lying on the bed and taking a nap, and opened his eyes unwillingly, wondering if there would be a sudden sound of the door opening...but never.

He was thinking, looking at Yan Wangxiao through the window at this moment, does he have similar kind of hope in his heart?What does he expect from him?go back soon?Or... just don't go, come back soon?

He shook his head amusedly.

Then use your mobile phone to look for errands to buy.

After explaining, turn off the engine, open the door and get out of the car.

When he opened the door and entered the house, there was a gust of cold wind.Yan Wangxiao sat on the sofa with his back facing him, blowing his hair with a hair dryer, and turned around when he heard the sound, and asked in surprise, "You're back, so fast?"

He walked over and touched his wet hair, which was still dripping, "I didn't go, I asked someone to buy it." He smiled and asked, "Why are you blowing so slowly, and it's still dripping."

Yan Wangxiao almost blushed, thanks to his good acting skills, "Slow down and wait for you to come back."

Liang Songying sat aside and watched him.

Feeling cold, he threw his phone, wallet and keys on the table, took off his shoes, rolled up half of the quilt to cover himself, and leaned back against the sofa.Yan Wangxiao touched him with his foot under the quilt and asked, "The feet are so cold."

"Don't cover it, it won't get hot." Liang Songying stopped his useless efforts, "These are a pair of sad feet. It's so cold that it's stiff in winter, but it's not cold at all in summer."

Yan Wangxiao still clung to his feet, back and forth, but in the end, his own feet were also chilled.He stared at Liang Songying, Liang Songying smiled and said, "I told you earlier."

"My poor little feet—" Yan Wangxiao called out in a strange voice.

The two of them just had nothing to talk about. After Yan Wangxiao finished blowing his hair, he crawled over to let Liang Songying dry it thoroughly.After finishing the work, Liang Songying asked him if the purchasing agent hadn't come yet.Yan Wangxiao touched his stomach and said it was empty.The two stood in front of the window, watching the road outside, yawning non-stop.Look at your watch, it's past one o'clock.

Liang Songying ran out quickly after receiving the call.

After returning, Yan Wangxiao was already sitting at the dining table, staring eagerly, waiting for the feeding.

Liang Songying fed Yan Wangxiao a glass of glucose water, mixed a little porridge for him, and then stopped eating for him.Yan Wangxiao protested seriously.Liang Songying finished off the rest of the porridge, and said not to eat too much before going to bed, as the stomach is still digesting and people will not be able to fall asleep.

"Then why can you eat it?"

"It's not easy to waste, and I sleep well. You go and look in the mirror to see the black and blue under your eyes, and then talk to me."

Yan Wangxiao ran to the bathroom, came back after a while, and sat on the sofa covered with a quilt to brush his phone.

After quickly tidying up the table mess, Liang Songying urged him to go to bed.Yan Wangxiao was wrapped in a soft quilt and lay on his side on the bed. With his eyes open, he saw Liang Songying walking around the room, closing the windows and turning off the headlights. The room was pitch black, and then a small wall lamp was turned on.He moved a sofa beside the bed, carried another quilt, lay down, turned his head to Yan Wangxiao and said, "Have you reported to them that you are safe?"

Yan Wangxiao blinked, "I said it."

"That's good, go to sleep."

"Good night, Liang Songying."

"OK, good night."

Maybe Liang Songying was really tired, maybe she was really sleeping well. Yan Wangxiao saw his eyes closed, and after a while, his breathing became flat and deep, and his chest rose and fell.

Around three or four in the morning, Yan Wangxiao had a nightmare.Liang Songying fell into a shallow sleep and was awakened soon.In the dim light, Yan Wangxiao writhed on the bed, murmuring in low pain.

Liang Songying rushed over, pushed him, slapped his face, and shouted: "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, wake up, wake up..."

Yan Wangxiao frowned, clenched his teeth, and his lips were trembling.It seems to dream of terrible things, to be haunted by difficult things.Liang Songying couldn't wake him up, and didn't dare to use too much force even when he had a red mark on his face.Turning on the bed, he hugged Yan Wangxiao into his arms to comfort him: "It's okay, don't be afraid. It's okay, it's okay..."

As soon as Liang Songying hugged him, Yan Wangxiao suddenly developed great strength, like a drowning person climbing up a life-saving driftwood, the floating seeds finally landed and took root, and hugged him tightly with his backhand, using all four limbs like an octopus.He hugged him harder than Liang Songying, and that posture seemed to want to knead him into his flesh and blood, into his soul, and he could never be separated.

With so much strength, Liang Songying was strangled by the arms across her chest, making it hard to breathe.

But Yan Wangxiao gradually calmed down.

Liang Songying's posture was uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to move, for fear of breaking the tranquility.He was embraced by Yan Wangxiao in an awkward position, he just thought he was a puppet, unable to move, closed his eyes, and fell asleep at some point.