After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

At this time, the young man was looking at him tenderly, with a smile in his beautiful peach eyes, exactly as in his memory.

The young man was leaning against the sink, the shirt on his body was still loose, a large part of the collarbone was exposed, the hem of the shirt only covered the base of the thighs, and nothing could be covered under the shirt.

"Banquet." He Yang stepped forward, his voice still a little hoarse: "Get dressed."

He Yang came to the young man, intending to fasten the buttons on the young man's shirt.

It's just that when He Yang was buttoning the buttons, the young man stretched out his hand and held He Yang's hand.

"Sir." The young man leaned forward slightly, his body was almost attached to the man's body, and asked softly, "Don't you like me like this, sir?"

The young man raised his head slightly, and because he had just taken a shower, his face was still flushed, and his lips were also very red, making him look extraordinarily attractive.

He Yang looked at the young man in his arms, couldn't help reaching out, took off the young man's thin-frame glasses, and looked at those familiar peach blossom eyes.

like.

However, He Yang still looked away, put the glasses on the sink casually, patted the young man's back, and said in a low voice: "It's fine, stop playing."

He Yang touched the young man's head, felt the coolness coming from the palm of his hand, frowned slightly, and said: "The hair is not even dried."

But the young man was lazily leaning on the man's arms, with his arms around the man's waist, "Then help me, sir."

The young man's voice was still soft, as if he was acting like a baby.

He Yang's eyes dimmed instantly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Stand still." He Yang removed the hand on his waist, and took the hair dryer next to him to help dry his hair.

The young man also stood quietly, with his head slightly lowered.

Soon, the hair is blown dry.

He Yang put the hair dryer aside, and when he inadvertently lowered his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man's lower body, and found that he wasn't even wearing underwear.

He Yang asked: "Where did you put your underwear?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I didn't take it."

The young man leaned forward again, with a smile on his face, hugged the man's waist, and asked again: "Do you like it, sir?"

He Yang's breathing became a little rough, but he still maintained the last sliver of rationality, and his tone slightly increased: "Yanyan, don't make trouble."

The young man was taken aback, and the hand on the man's waist fell unconsciously, and said softly, "Sir, I'm not making trouble..."

The young man lowered his eyes, with a look of disappointment on his face.

He Yang reacted instantly, lowered his head and leaned over, put one hand on the young man's waist, and touched the young man's face with the other hand, explaining: "That's not what I meant."

"Sir..." The young man opened his eyes, his peach eyes were wet, and he looked very pitiful.

The young man stretched out his hand, grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, and said meekly: "I'm already...very good."

"Don't hook me." He Yang's hand on the young man's waist unknowingly became stronger and stronger, "I don't have enough self-control."

The young man didn't speak, but just slowly raised his hand, touched the man's waist and abdomen with his fingertips, and slowly slid up.

He Yang was still wearing a formal suit and a black tie.

The young man touched the tie, and with a little force with his fingertips, he hooked it.

"Sir." The young man pulled out the tie and asked, "Do you want a tie?"

He Yang didn't speak, just lowered his head and met the young man's gaze.

The youth's peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness, and he only pretended to be himself.

But all of this is staged and fake.

"Banquet." He Yang sighed softly, unconsciously leaned over, lowered his head and leaned against it.

Even though he knew it was fake, he was willing to fall into it.

His banquet and acting skills are really good.

But this feeling of being seriously liked is also too easy to sink.

He Yang rubbed against the young man's face, and his lips unconsciously stuck to the young man's lips, rubbing lightly.

The young man's lips tasted soft, He Yang rubbed his lips, then stuck out the tip of his tongue, trying to penetrate.

And the young man did not resist this time, he opened his lips obediently, loosened his jaw, and intertwined his lips and tongue.

The mist in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, and the two figures were hugging each other tightly.

The young man raised his head, put his arms around the man's neck, and his body was tightly pressed against each other.

The sound of kissing water sounded and became more and more intense.

After parting his lips, He Yang couldn't bear it any longer, exerted a little force on his hand, and hugged the young man directly.

The young man was stunned, but he didn't react for a while, he subconsciously put his arms around the man's shoulders, and wrapped his legs around the man's waist.

He Yang walked towards the bedroom, put the person in his arms on the bed, took off his suit jacket, and pressed it directly.

He Yang got a little out of control, kissed the young man's lips heavily, and stretched a hand through the hem of the young man's shirt, and found that the young man had already reacted.

The young man closed his eyes, arched his body unknowingly, and trembled slightly due to He Yang's small movements.

"Sir..." The young man's voice trembled slightly, as if he was a little nervous.

The two hadn't been this intimate for a long time, and He Yang also slowed down the movements of his hands a little, pressed his lips against the young man's face, and kissed slowly.

He Yang fiddled with his hands, made the young man comfortable, and then withdrew his hand.

After it was over, the young man was still lying on the bed panting heavily, the corners of his eyes were red, and his shirt was still a little messy.

"Okay." He Yang got up a little, took a tissue at the side, wiped the young man's legs, and said, "Stop playing, go to bed early."

The clothes on He Yang's body are still neat, but the reaction under his body can no longer be concealed.

He Yang didn't pay attention to his own physical reaction, just helped the young man continue to wipe his legs.

Xu Chengyan closed his eyes, his chest heaved up and down before he recovered from the stimulation just now.

He Yang helped to clean and wipe the space between his legs, and stuffed him into the quilt.

He Yang was on the side, reaching out his hand to pat the young man's back, coaxing: "Go to sleep."

Xu Chengyan still opened his eyes, looking at He Yang quietly, and stretched his hand down, touching He Yang's legs, and found that the reaction between He Yang's legs did not subside.

Xu Chengyan raised his head, met He Yang's gaze, and did not speak.

He Yang just moved that hand away and said, "Don't worry about it."

Xu Chengyan also lowered his head and huddled under the quilt.

After a while, Xu Chengyan suddenly said, "[-] points deducted."

He Yang was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Why are points deducted again?"

Xu Chengyan: "You said before, [-] points."

He Yang explained: "I didn't make it to the end just now, so it doesn't count."

"That's a kiss too, a thousand points for a kiss."

"Yanyan." He Yang felt helpless, "You were the one who seduced me first."

Obviously, she was teasing him deliberately in the bathroom just now, but when she turned her head, points would be deducted.

He Yang stretched out his hand, patted the young man's back, coaxing: "I owe you first, I'll buy you a goldfish next time."

Xu Chengyan stopped talking, and lowered his head against He Yang's chest.

After a while, Xu Chengyan suddenly called out: "He Yang."

"Um?"

Xu Chengyan raised his head slightly and said, "You like the original me."

This time, Xu Chengyan used an affirmative sentence.

"Banquet." He Yang felt a headache.

"You like the original me." Xu Chengyan repeated it again, thought for a while, and continued: "I used to treat you well, but now I treat you badly."

He can understand that He Yang would like the original him.

After all, in the past, he put He Yang first, listened to He Yang in everything, and lived according to He Yang's preferences.

But now he is different from before, and his attitude towards He Yang is not good. Every time there is something, He Yang will take the initiative to give in.

So it's understandable that He Yang would like his former self more.

"No." He Yang lowered his head, kissed the young man on the forehead, and said, "It's fine now."

Xu Chengyan didn't speak any more, and was quiet.

They have known each other for so many years and are familiar with each other. He also knows that He Yang has always been nostalgic for old things, and he still keeps things from the past.

Especially that wooden sign...

After Qiqi bit the wooden sign, he wanted to write a new one, but He Yang didn't let him write it, preferring to hold the broken wooden sign.

Because that wooden sign was written by him before.

He Yang likes him, yes.

Xu Chengyan thought a lot, and slowly said: "If you really like...you can tell me directly, it's okay."

It doesn't matter.

He can understand and accept it.

Xu Chengyan lowered his head and shrank into the quilt, and stopped making any noise.

But He Yang's headache got worse, and he pulled down the quilt.

"Banquet." He Yang stretched out his arms to hug the young man, stroking the young man with his palm, "Don't think about it."

"It's not random thinking." Xu Chengyan's voice was very soft.

He Yang changed his method and asked, "Why do you think I like the original you?"

"Just now in the bathroom—" Xu Chengyan opened his mouth, unable to continue for a while.

When he was in the bathroom just now, he was just acting, pretending to be himself, but He Yang's reaction suddenly became completely different.

He could feel that He Yang liked "Xu Chengyan" more.

Yes, not him now.

"Banquet." He Yang stretched out his hand, patted along the young man's back, and coaxed the child in his arms, "I'm not impotent."

He Yang: "I don't have enough self-control, I can't help it."

His self-control is not very good, and the kid didn't even put on his clothes just now, so he couldn't help it at all.

He Yang lowered his head and kissed the young man's eyes, "Don't think about it."

Xu Chengyan moved his body and curled up into a ball.

He Yang simply hugged the young man in his arms and coaxed him patiently: "Don't think about it, it's the same before and now."

"It's different." Xu Chengyan resisted the man's touch for a moment, broke free from the man's arms, and shrank back.

He Yang was very patient, and tried to approach the little hedgehog little by little, holding the young man's hand.

"It's the same." He Yang approached slowly, "If you don't believe me, we can try again now."

"I'm not treating you well..." Xu Chengyan shook his head and hid under the blanket.

"It's fine, it's always been fine."

He Yang lowered his head, kissed the young man's lips again, and said softly: "Try again?" Sending a proposition: Your banquet, the current banquet, which one do you like?

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