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Duan Huichuan's bedroom is quite simple and indifferent in color and furnishings, showing the master's temper everywhere. The space is not big, and the bed and workbench take up most of the room. Two big men feel crowded even if they walk around.

So Yan Yijun pressed himself against the other's chest as a matter of course, and passed by, with a warm yellow lamp on the table.

He stepped into the warm light, the suit jacket was casually thrown aside, the pure white shirt was tucked into the tight waist, and the two straight trousers wrapped his legs, and the soft light traced his slender and perfect figure.

If there are two elegant collarbones exposed at the neckline, it can arouse infinite reverie.

"Seeing how lazy you are usually, I didn't expect the house to be quite clean." Yan Yijun's eyes casually circled around the room, and then fell back on the man, lingering on his face through the dim light.

If his gaze wasn't too hot, Duan Huichuan would almost have thought that this guy was just visiting the bedroom.

He leaned against the door, crossed his arms, licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, squinted his eyes, and met the deep gaze of the other party without any concealment, lazily and frivolously: "That's the end of it? What do you see?"

Yan Yijun laughed lowly, hooked his tie with one hand, and slowly pulled it away, obviously to untie his own tie, but gave Duan Huichuan the illusion that all his clothes had been stripped off.

The man approached him unhurriedly, stopped at a breath distance from him, turned his face sideways, and sniffed the other's earlobe: "I can see...you really haven't secretly hidden other little lovers."

Duan Huichuan suffocated for breath, and was easily seduced by a single sentence. He took a deep breath, suppressed the itch in his heart, and tried to win the game: "Who said there is no? There is one in front of me."

As soon as the words came out, I realized that my voice was very hoarse, my throat seemed to be flooded by a desert, and I was in desperate need of some sweet nourishment.

And the source of water that can quench his thirst is right in front of him, exuding an unparalleled temptation to him, and he can reach it with a single hand, but he is not, even if it is flirting, he will not admit defeat.

Duan Huichuan stared at those slightly fluttering lips, unscrupulously copying the man's beautiful lip shape with dark eyes, and then down, there was a thin chin and a gently sliding Adam's apple.

Yan Yijun raised one hand and propped it on the wall, and seemed to lick the corner of his mouth impatiently, staring at him with dark and deep eyes, with one part resentment, two parts lingering, and seven parts nostalgia.

"So, you don't plan to do something to your little lover?" The voice got closer, almost ear-to-ear, the timbre was so magnetic and pleasing that it tingled like an electric shock.

This well-dressed vixen!

Duan Huichuan felt that he was about to lose, in this undercurrent of confrontation.

There was a hint of hatred in the corner of his eyes, he hated this guy for obviously doing everything possible to seduce him, and he even pretended to be restrained and innocent, and even more hated himself for being hooked so easily!

The man's hot and humid breath sprayed on his face and neck, and some kind of unspeakable impulse flourished wantonly in the narrow space.

From every strand of hair, every breath, and every eye, just a little spark can turn into a raging fire that cannot be controlled.

Duan Huichuan narrowed his eyes and stared at him viciously, the flames in his eyes would burn him to death, but he did not move his hands or open his mouth, like a strong and cold long bow, the strings were so stretched Ultimate, and then full, still stubborn.

I don't know who I am deliberately against.

However, Yan Yijun couldn't take it anymore under such eyes, he finally raised his head and kissed the corner of the other's mouth, and with trembling fingers, he tried to unbutton the man's collar, and then Duan Huichuan snapped him into his arms!He Xiao long wanted, long lost, fiery embrace!

It was as if a firmly locked gate was suddenly opened, and the turbulent tide of emotion rushed out in an instant.

Duan Huichuan locked him tightly with his arms, as if he wanted to rub him into his body. The halo of the desk lamp was dim and hazy, and the two leaned against the corner of the room, kissing fiercely.

The shadows overlapped and reflected on the wall, silently telling the sentimental lingering that no one watched.

Lips, tongues and breaths are tired of each other regardless of each other, the tip of their noses rubs against each other, hot and humid sweat emerges from the palms of their hands, and then soaks into each other's shoulders.

Duan Huichuan bit his lip hard, like a hungry beast.

Yan Yijun put his arms around his neck and offered his throat unreservedly, even if he was feeding a beast with his body, he would be willing to do so.

Or maybe, this is the desire in his heart.

The eager footsteps of the two spun on the floor, bumped the table and chairs, knocked over the lamp, and the fabric that was thrown away during the tearing half covered the lampshade, so the bedroom, which was not very bright, fell into darkness.

In this heavy-breathing darkness, the middle of the big bed was sunken, forced to bear the excess weight, and the creaking sound was the sound of the bed frame being overwhelmed.

A long and hot kiss came to an end reluctantly, Duan Huichuan propped up his body a little bit, looked into the other's moist eyes in the dark, and said in a hoarse voice: "Did you take a bath with your home-brewed fruit wine? So fragrant?"

"You'll know when you try it..." Yan Yijun let out a chuckle deep in his throat, and there were blush laugh lines at the end of his eyes, as if he had been smoked by strong alcohol, his cheeks were rouge.

Duan Huichuan muttered dissatisfiedly, and wanted to say a few more words, when suddenly a finger was pressed against his lips.

"Are you going to waste your time talking nonsense?" Yan Yijun panted lowly, provoking him with hooks on the corners of his eyes, "Who said that you want me to know how powerful it is?"

Duan Huichuan's eyes changed, he sneered, pulled off the thin quilt, and covered the two of them together.

The screaming of the bed frame became louder, as if it could be tossed to pieces at any time.

"You should...change to a...better bed..." Yan Yijun's hoarse voice came out intermittently from under the quilt.

"You still have the heart to think about this? It seems to be my fault."

"..."

The desk lamp lying on the ground still helplessly emits a faint light, the quilt is arched, and the dim shadow falls on the wall and shakes constantly...

In the living room, Bai Jian and Xu Chen watched the armored hero with relish. The lines and sound effects of Er Er in the cartoon completely covered the movement upstairs. Except for each other, no one knew about this secret battle.

The night was getting darker.

Duan Huichuan came out of the bathroom, casually brushed his half-dry hair, the black hair was still steamy, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to the back of his neck, and the water droplets rolled down his neck and dripped on the carpet. On it, it smudged like an inkblot.

With his back to him, Yan Yijun stood upright, and was putting on his own clothes one by one, trousers, shirt, coat, and finally the dark blue striped tie, shirt cuffs, collar, buttoned one by one, Meticulous.

The pure black custom-made suit made him more upright and calm, exuding the charm and temperament of a mature man, even the posture of wearing a tie was very decent.

With ease, he gradually wrapped himself in a dignified and stable manner, covering up all the traces of ambiguity underneath.

Duan Huichuan looked at him from the mirror, from head to toe, carefully scrutinized and savored, Yan Yijun also met his eyes from the dressing mirror, he had obviously wrapped himself up tightly, but in the other party there was something real Under his eyes, he felt as if he was naked.

There was a slight soreness in the waist, Yan Yijun ignored this sweet discomfort, and put on his tie slowly, and when he turned around, he returned to the well-dressed, gentle and elegant doctor in his usual days.

His gaze landed on Duan Huichuan's collarbone, where an old-fashioned ring hung, and the huge purple gemstone was particularly eye-catching. Yan Yijun looked back calmly, as if unintentionally asked: "Why did you hang a ring?" A ring as a necklace?"

Duan Huichuan walked up to him, resting his head lazily on his shoulder, embracing his hands, not paying attention to his curiosity: "I wore it by my side when I was a child, and I got used to it."

It turns out that the holy ring has been protecting him...

Yan Yijun lowered his eyelashes, slowly stroked the other person's hair, and kissed his forehead reluctantly: "It's getting late, I should go back."

Duan Huichuan let out a long, drawn-out tone, and climbed back onto the bed, hugged a ball of quilt and lay there, looking over reluctantly, a helpless look of being ruined by beasts and then abandoned.

"...Pfft." Yan Yijun was amused by his expression, walked over and sat down next to the edge of the bed, "If you stay here overnight, Bai Jian and your brother see me coming out of your room tomorrow morning, in case What should I do if the excitement is too great to accept? He has been thinking about you marrying a daughter-in-law. "

"What daughter-in-law? That kid is talking nonsense again." Duan Huichuan raised his eyebrows, rubbed over, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, hooked the other's little finger, and scraped on the palm of his hand, using a sticky nasal voice He groaned, "Doctor, I don't seem to be feeling well..."

Yan Yijun's eyes sank, he held down the paw that was doing bad things, suppressed his throat, and smiled softly: "What's wrong?"

Duan Huichuan pulled his hand into the bed, tilted his head, bent his eyes and blinked: "Here, and here..."

"..." Yan Yijun's breathing was slightly flustered, and the blush behind his ears seemed to be quietly spreading again. He licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse, "Then I have to check it out."

Duan Huichuan smirked, like a cat that has stolen something, but said innocently: "But it's getting late, the night is getting late."

Yan Yijun narrowed his eyes: "Then just bear with it."

"Doctor, how can you treat your patient like this?"

Yan Yijun has absolutely nothing to do with him, this guy seems to be sent down by the gods to punish him, he is naturally able to accurately find his weaknesses, only Xiao sacrifices the two magic weapons of being coquettish and cheating, and he can't help it. He reluctantly abandoned his principles and obediently surrendered.

It was in the past, it is still in the present, how hateful!

Yan Yijun pinched the center of his brows helplessly, loosened the tie he had tied just now, and made a final struggle: "Let someone see you tomorrow morning..."

Duan Huichuan finally tore off the mask of being harmless to humans and animals, revealing animal behavior, and lifted the quilt to wrap people in: "If you see it, you will see it! Anyway, you will get used to it sooner or later!"

The author has something to say:

The little dragon opened its mouth wide and grabbed the head of the little black cat. They were entangled in an indescribable way from the neck down. In the white life liquid of the core value of socialism, a great harmony across races was achieved!

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