he has a clean freak

It was past seven o'clock when Yan Wangxiao finished dinner.

Liang Songying closed the laptop and put it aside, leaning on the upright soft pillow to play with her mobile phone with her head down, but she was absent-minded.The sound of footsteps coming from outside the room was getting closer and closer. He raised his head and saw Yan Wangxiao pushed open the half-open door with his elbow, holding a tray of food in both hands.

"It's time to eat."

While observing his expression carefully, Liang Songying said, "Okay, thanks for your hard work." Immediately put down the phone, and helped to open the small table on the bed.Yan Wangxiao bent over slightly, and as soon as the tray was lowered, he took out the dishes from the tray and arranged them.

Yan Wangxiao smiled at him, "You are so good."

Liang Songying observed his face intentionally or unintentionally several times, and found that there was nothing unusual about him. Seeing his hearty smile now, she couldn't help but also laughed, and put those sad things behind her, "You are my mother."

Yan Wangxiao sneered.

Then he quickly took off his shoes and sat cross-legged around the side of the small table, leaning against the edge of the bed.

The bed was not big, and it was a bit crowded for two big men. Yan Wangxiao was almost touching the outside of the bed. Liang Songying was afraid that he would accidentally fall in the air, so he threw a thick pillow on the ground.Yan Wangxiao turned his head to look at the pillow on the ground, endured it, and did not speak.Just taking advantage of Liang Songying's head down to drink the soup, she quickly picked it up and put the clean side down on the chair next to her.

On a small rectangular wood-grained table, there are three dishes and a cup of soup for two.The appearance of the dishes is particularly beautiful and exquisite, and Yan Wangxiao's carefully arranged shapes make people's index fingers move.

"Second Young Master, you are at the level of a chef." Liang Songying praised.

"If you meet someone who is such a good cook, let's marry him." Yan Wangxiao bewitched.

"I would rather marry." Liang Songying said.

"Then marry." Yan Wangxiao put down his chopsticks and held his heart together, "It happens that the second young master hates marriage."

"Is there a lower limit for Er Shao?"

"You'll know if you try it." Yan Wangxiao motioned him to look down, and made a crotch thrusting motion, "How restrictive is below me, pull on the light later, and let you experience it for yourself."

Liang Songying smiled forcedly, and gave him a hard-to-swallow look, "Second Young Master, please, don't be in heat on my bed, there is only one disabled person here."

"It's very cool to use your hands, old virgin." Yan Wangxiao stared at him like an old driver, with a wanton and frivolous expression.

Liang Songying was noncommittal, and tapped the edge of the bone china soup pot with silver chopsticks, making a crisp ding ding sound, "During meal time, playing hooligans with a yellow accent doesn't appeal to me, I'm going to call the police."

Yan Wangxiao complained and complained: "Hey! It was obviously you who started first."

Liang Songying nodded "Ah" a few times, ignored him, and was busy picking up vegetables and rice with chopsticks.

After eating, Yan Wangxiao cleaned up the dishes, took away the pillow that fell on the floor before, took out the pillowcase and threw it into the washing machine for washing, and then replaced Liang Songying with a clean pillow that smelled like sunshine.

After ten o'clock, Yan Wangxiao brought a large basin of hot water and a towel, and threatened to wipe Liang Songying's body.

Steam was steaming in the washbasin, Yan Wangxiao put a dry towel in it, picked it up and wrung it half dry, the whole towel was steaming.

"Thank you, Second Young Master, don't bother me, I'll do it myself." Liang Songying spread out her right palm.

Yan Wangxiao handed the hot towel to his hand, and stood aside for a long time to point out, "Can you wipe your back yourself? And your feet, you can reach them? If you don't wash your feet, the whole room smells bad. Liang Songying, I found you Very hygienic."

Liang Songying looked at him, thought for a while, but couldn't refute.

The back can barely reach, the feet cannot be flexed and stretched, and no matter how long the hands are, they can reach the calves at most.

The thought of not washing my feet makes me feel like a big man with stinky feet... Liang Songying handed the towel back to Yan Wangxiao, "Second Young Master, wash my feet?"

Yan Wangxiao took it back and made a gesture to take off his clothes, "You're welcome, full body service is no problem."

"and many more."

Liang Songying hid to the side, wary of that salty pig's hand.

"I just didn't want to bother Er Shao. Since Er Shao sincerely serves me, I won't refuse."

As he spoke, he grabbed the hem of the cotton pajamas and pulled it up to take it off.The naked upper body is exposed to the incandescent light.His complexion is very well-proportioned, revealing a smooth and healthy color, two spots on his chest are pink and tender, and the white light shines on them, making his texture distinct, slender and thin.He keeps exercising for a long time, and he also has two toned abs in his abdomen.Yan Wangxiao salivated, and wanted to stretch out his hand to linger and caress, wandering all over his body, his eyes couldn't help but darken.

Liang Songying was apprehensive, but kept silent, taking into account the change in Yan Wangxiao's expression.It's impossible to be naked in front of a gay guy without being nervous.After doing some simple psychological training, he brushed through the messy hair with five fingers of his right hand, bent down, exposed his back, and said, "Wipe your back first."

After that, no one spoke.

The atmosphere in the room became a little ambiguous with Yan Wangxiao's movements of rubbing his back.The skin on the back that was exposed to the air was deliberately scratched and pulled with warm fingertips from time to time, Liang Songying couldn't help trembling, and then loosened her body greatly in order to cover up.

A low laugh came from beside him.

Yan Wangxiao's warm hand was directly printed on his back, and he stroked back and forth twice suggestively, and then said in a charming low voice: "Okay, wipe the front."

Liang Songying straightened up upon hearing the words.

His face was raised, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were no longer clear, as if he was being patient, as if he was being tolerant.Like a balloon being squeezed inward by an external force, it will burst suddenly and naturally when it reaches a certain point.

At this moment, he could clearly see how Yan Wangxiao wiped his body with a towel.Starting from the neck, going down meticulously, passing through the collarbone, and lingering on the chest, the rough towel rubbed against the chest intentionally or unintentionally, making it extremely provocative.He couldn't help looking at Yan Wangxiao, the handsome man with serious eyes was close at hand.

A look of confusion flashed across his face.

"Can't you hurry up?" Liang Songying asked in a low voice.The voice was very soft. If Yan Wangxiao listened carefully, he would find that there was no fluctuation at all.

"No hurry." Yan Wangxiao said hoarsely.

It's almost done, Liang Songying ignored his movements, picked up the loose pajamas next to him, and put them on without haste.Yan Wangxiao paused, took a deep look at him, and then went to take off his pants.His body was tense, staring at Yan Wangxiao's hand.

Like a leopard poised for momentum, whenever Yan Wangxiao overstepped the bounds, he would immediately pounce on it.

Yan Wangxiao glanced at him with a suspicious smile, then lowered his head, squeezed the hot towel neatly, and wiped every inch of skin on his legs meticulously, as if treating an antique porcelain that had been dusted.

Liang Songying breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes moved up and fell on Yan Wangxiao's side face.

When Yan Wangxiao was so meticulous that he even took care of every toe joint, he stood up, threw the towel into the washbasin, washed and wrung it, and handed it to Liang Songying.She raised her eyebrows, raised her chin to signal him, and said, "Here, wipe it yourself." After finishing speaking, he turned and went to the bathroom attached to the room.

Liang Songying took the towel, completely relaxed, and smiled, "Okay." The moment Yan Wangxiao turned around, the smile froze on his face.He clearly saw a tent bulging under Yan Wangxiao's trousers.

When this apartment was bought, the bedroom did not have a bathroom attached. After Liang Songying lived in it for a month, he asked someone to remodel the layout for convenience.According to his original idea, a bedroom where one person lives naturally does not need much privacy, so the bathroom is separated by translucent frosted glass.

He reached out to take off his underwear and when he was cleaning with a towel, he heard the sound of shower water coming from the bathroom, dripping on the ground.He looked sideways, and in the bright white light, there was a figure reflected on the translucent glass, his gestures and movements were silent and fierce.

Amidst the sound of ticking water, there seemed to be a low gasp or two.

Liang Songying choked for breath, and her heart beat faster.When he came back to his senses, he had stopped his movements.He looked down instead, then covered his embarrassing gesture with a towel.

When Yan Wangxiao came out, he saw Liang Songying leaning on the bed and looking at his phone.

The glass door swung open, feeling the hot air rushing in, Liang Songying raised her head and almost threw the phone over.A naked man in front of him walked out kicking his slippers carelessly. While walking forward, he said brazenly, "Sorry, I will lend you some clothes." He went straight to the closet, opened the closet door, left Pick the right one, sniff and smell, with critical eyes for a while, and disgusted face for a while.

After finally picking out a suitable brand-new sportswear, Yan Wangxiao tugged at the tight top and said, "It turns out that I am taller than you."

Liang Songying knew that he was sloppy, so she followed his words angrily and said, "Really."

Yan Wangxiao is like a wild beast whose hair has been tamed. He has just finished venting his desire, satisfied and lazy, and throws him a contemptuous look of "you're smart".He turned and walked out, "See you later, Lan."

"Good night, drive carefully on the road." Liang Songying said behind him, yawning.

Walking out of the downstairs of the apartment, the dim street lamps were illuminating the cobblestone road beside the flower bed, Yan Wangxiao walked under the shadowy trees, slowly lighting a cigarette.The evening wind blows the shredded tobacco back, passing over the hairline, and drifting backward.He sucked the cigarette in his mouth, feeling a bit of spicy inhalation on the tip of his tongue.

He is not the kind of good person who would suppress his desire for someone.What he wants, he will definitely get.Even if you take by force, you can use money, power, power, coercion and temptation.But just now, Liang Songying's forbearance and tolerance made him feel soft for a moment.Even though she knew about his abnormal sexual orientation, even if she rejected physical contact, Liang Songying never showed a trace of contempt.The tight body and staring eyes clearly showed firm refusal and a clear bottom line, but he was still gentle.

Liang Songying seemed tough, very assertive, principled, and had a bottom line, but Yan Wangxiao could see clearly at that time that he had no intention of counterattacking, but he did not have a powerful attack.He's always on the defensive.His defense is as thick as the Great Wall, and as deep as the sea, but once it is broken, this person may die.

The darling of everyone's care, the bright flowers in the greenhouse...

He thought about it, unknowingly stopped, raised his head slightly, he didn't know where he was, and saw nothing.He laughed out loud "ha".It turned out that Liang Songying was such a person.It looks tough, but it is very gentle, but it is actually very fragile.

It makes people want to protect it well, lie down in the gentle countryside, and be wrapped in a sense of security.

Suddenly, Liang Songying became unbelievably good in his eyes.

however……

He started to walk again, his steps slightly heavy and hesitant.His figure was getting farther and farther away from the brightly lit window behind him.He had to try his best to walk as far away as possible at this time, so as not to corner Liang Songying and destroy him.

Liang Songying gave generosity, and he returned patience.

It's even.

He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

It's not because of Liang Songying.

At seven o'clock in the morning of the second day, Yan Wangxiao didn't go to Liang Songying's apartment, but only called the nurse named Meng Xiao, asking him to go there earlier to prepare breakfast, while he read books about vocal music in his apartment all morning, The sponge soaks up moisture like a thirst.He closed the book and sent a text message asking Liang Songying what he had for lunch.

After lunch, I drove directly to Yuhuang Company to receive training from Mr. Xue.It wasn't until the evening that the sun was almost hanging on the horizon, and dinner was settled, and I went over to take a look to check the plaster cast on Liang Songying's injured leg, and Liang Songying had already eaten at that time.He sat with him for a while, chatted, and sometimes surrounded the computer together, watching the popular drama on satellite TV.After resting enough, after eight o'clock, he wiped Liang Songying's body properly and left.

A few days passed like this.

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