The Elegant Life of the Maodao Family

After dinner in the anorhouse, Mao Dao took a rest in the living room with coffee, and spoke to him sitting next to him: "That's right..."

Until just now, he had been using fluent English to talk about garden-related topics with the other gentlemen staying at the hotel, but he seemed to have noticed that Mrs. Mao Dao was tired of chatting with women who accompanied gentlemen, and had just returned to Mrs. Mao Dao.

"You said earlier that you had a particularly fond memory in the Cotswolds...can you tell me about that?"

"...Oh, that one."

He was a little hesitant, but because he didn't feel the need to hide the truth from Mao Dao, he told about the past of more than ten years.

"I think I've said it before, I've roamed luxuriously all over the UK with two very good friends. The journey has generally been smooth, but there have been fights at times. When we got to the Cotswolds, Just right after a quarrel over a trivial matter."

It was a laid-back little village where sheep would roam the roads.

Abandoning his friend who was walking forward sullenly, he walked aimlessly among the villagers' houses just like when Maodao was walking together, and asked the villagers who met their eyes and greeted them for the names of flowers and trees. through this period of time.

"It was late in the evening while I was taking a leisurely walk, but I never joined up with my friend. I kind of regret not catching up with him then."

Mao Dao showed a nervous expression and looked at him tentatively.Because from his tone, he vaguely sensed that they might have slept together at that time.Although there is no basis, it is just a pure guess, but even if there is only this, Maojima can't keep calm.

He took Mao Dao's gaze, but did not notice Mao Dao's delicate emotional changes.

"I couldn't decide where to stay by myself, so I looked around for him. Then, the British man I met at the grocery store asked me, "Are you Shingo's friend?" Shingo is my friend's name, and I I was shocked, but the man said that Shen Wu was at his home, so I followed him. The man’s family runs a small homestay. When I asked for details later, Shen Wu said that I met him by chance, so I decided to live in that house B&B."

"Why does the British know you are his friend?"

"It should be Shingo who told him. It's a small village. As long as you explain that you are a Japanese male and what your appearance is, it's not surprising that anyone has seen it or recognized it."

"What happened after that...?"

Mao Dao was so interested in this topic that he felt a little strange.

"After arriving at the B&B, I met Shen Wu smoothly. Both of them have forgotten about the quarrel just now. Shen Wu... said that he likes this village very much and wants to stay here for a while. Because this is indeed a leisurely and very ideal village, So I also think that if it’s about a week, it doesn’t matter if I stay with him.”

He momentarily shut his mouth and paused.Recalling the past at that time, the expression seems to naturally add a soft look.

"But after a week, Shen Wu still didn't seem to have any plans to move to the next location. I asked him what he wanted, and...in other words, he told me that he fell in love with that Englishman."

Even he was taken aback when he heard Shingo's confession, but since Shingo and British men seem to be serious, it's not sensible to make irresponsible remarks.The Englishman's name is Leslie Wheeler. Even from his point of view, he is indeed a good man. He often helps his parents run the B&B. He is a very hardworking person, and his seemingly strong figure is completely Shingo's favorite type.

"So I said "Congratulations" to Shen Wu, and there are about two weeks left in the rest of the vacation, I told him that although I am alone, I will still go to other places for a while, and then I will come again Go back to the Cotswolds once, so tell him to decide what to do next before that. Whether to stay in the UK, or go back to China to graduate from university."

Shen Wu chooses to return home first.

Shingo went back to Japan with him, finished the remaining year and a half of university graduation, and then went to England again despite the opposition of his family.During this period of time, Shingo and Lesley communicated mainly by e-mail, and only one time was when the other party came to Japan to look for him.

"But the two of them are still very affectionate. I really lost to them. Because I always thought that Shen Wu, like me, was not the type who would not fall in love head-on, so I thought: 'So he would be so obsessed Someone else?’ feels like I’m looking at someone else.”

"You... won't you be infatuated with others?"

Mashima-san asked in a voice that was desperately suppressing his emotions, and he smiled wryly as if he was very troubled.

"This is..."

Mao Dao lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the black liquid still in the cup.

"Actually, I decided to meet Shingo and the others at the next lake area I'm going to."

Because of his unexpected words, Chishima-san raised his head with wide eyes.He met the surprised Mao Dao's eyes without any shame, because he hadn't expected the uneasiness felt in Mao Dao's heart at all.

"In the beginning, I will stay in other hotels for three nights, and then I will stay for two nights at the B&B run by Shen Wu and Lesley. They live near a lake called Connie Stern Lake. I still hope that you will live in the most popular lake area first. I found a hotel near Lake Windermere, where horseback riding and tennis can be played, and I found a wonderful spot with a view of the vast lake. Because you can eat with a view of the lake, you will like it too."

"...That's it."

"what happened?"

It wasn't until this moment that he finally felt that Mao Dao was not energetic. He frowned, took the coffee cup from Mao Dao and put it back on the table.

"You seem very tired, go back to your room."

Chiushima-shi had wanted to do this not too long ago, so he obediently stood up.

Even if he was asked by Mao Dao just now, he had vaguely mentioned it, but in fact he was completely infatuated with Mao Dao.But with his personality, he would not say that kind of words directly, and he thought that Mao Dao knew about this kind of thing long ago.

After letting Mao Dao, who had showered and dried his hair, lie down on the bed, he kissed lightly on his forehead and said, "Good night." His own bed was next to him.

When he straightened up his bent posture and was about to leave Mao Dao-shi's side, Mao Dao-shi reached out and grabbed his hand almost expressionlessly.

"Mr. Chengren?"

"No."

He tilted his head in thought.What do you want?It was difficult for him to understand Mao Dao, who was as quiet as usual.

"What's the matter?...Aren't you going to let me sleep tonight?"

This was just a joke to play tricks on Mao Dao, but in fact he was the one who didn't let Mao Dao sleep.And after embarking on this journey, except for the time on the plane, they embrace each other affectionately every day.Chiushima's slender body should have suffered considerable damage.

After Mao Dao propped up his upper body on the bed, he took one of his rough fingers into his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around the finger.

"Ugh..."

He groaned and frowned.

When Mao Dao made such a tease, his rationality was also thrown out of the sky.In his eyes, the Maodao family is a willful flower that blooms in a noble greenhouse that cannot be described in words, and cannot be taken lightly.Uncaring and extravagant, greedy as if no amount of love poured into it would be enough.

When such a person is actively doing something for himself, he quickly falters and becomes unable to maintain his composure.This kind of taste has a completely different feeling from being on the bed as a boudoir love talk, ordering Mao Dao to do this and that.

"Aren't you tired...?"

While stroking Mao Dao's neck with the back of his hand, he slid the other hand into the open pajamas, enjoying the touch of his skin with his fingers.Mao Dao's meticulously maintained skin can always satisfy his desire, making people want to imprint many hickeys on it, making sure that it is his own.

Mao Dao usually doesn't talk much, but he became very silent that night.

After thoroughly licking his right middle finger, Mao Dao lifted the quilt without hesitation, took off the pajamas from his waist and threw them aside.The white and slender legs were exposed on the bed where the lights were not turned on, even if it was just that, it felt obscene.

He was stimulated by this extremely provocative appearance.

"How bold."

Mao Dao pulled his arm and urged him to get on the bed.He didn't mean to be merciful at all.

He knew that Mao Dao wanted him, and his whole body was hot and flushed.It is also rare for Maojima to be so excited.

He let Mao Dao do whatever he wanted.Unzipping the front zipper of the trousers, the already reacting avatar was licked by Han's mouth, he exhaled heavily, grabbed Mao Dao's body lying on top of him, and asked him to change the direction of his body.Maojima straddled his chest obediently, changed to a posture facing backwards, and continued to caress with her lips.

The finger that Mao Dao licked just now had dried up. After wetting that finger thoroughly again this time, he unceremoniously pushed aside Mao Dao's tight and thin muscle petals, and groped for the slightly reddish narrow mouth.

Mao Dao's body trembled, he pried open the slender folds without hesitation, and inserted his fingers into them in one breath.

"Ah, ah!"

Mao Dao couldn't help spitting out his avatar from his mouth, moaning softly.

The helpless voice ignited his lust in an instant.

He couldn't restrain himself more and more. He had hugged Mao Dao every day until late at night, and sometimes until morning, to vent all his desires, but once he started, he couldn't stop.