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"It turned out to be this feeling..."

In the room, the lights were dim.

Xia Yu lay on Zhou Ding's body, and Zhou Ding was lying on the bed with one arm in front of his eyes.

Xia Yu clicked her tongue: "No wonder you like it so much, it feels pretty good."

After speaking, he raised his eyes, revealing his moist red lips.

He looked at Zhou Ding's blushing cheeks, his eyes moved slightly, and followed the spreading blush to look at the blood-dropped earlobe and ear roots.

A bad taste grew in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Putting his hands on both sides, Xia Yu leaned forward, and put his lips to Zhou Ding's ear. He pressed his voice, exhaled, and said against the red and hot ear: "What about you? How do you feel? Like it?"

The person under him didn't move or make a sound, only the color of a pair of ears became redder visible to the naked eye.

Xia Yu saw it and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He put his hands on the bed and looked down at Zhou Ding: "So shy?"

"Xia Yu..." The blocking hand moved down a little bit, revealing a pair of eyes with flushed eyelids.Zhou Ding's hair was slightly disheveled, and his voice was sticky, like acting like a baby, or begging for mercy.

So cute.

Xia Yu pursed her lips and leaned over to kiss Zhou Ding's eyes.

Zhou Ding also raised his hand to embrace the back of Xia Yu's head in cooperation, and the two kissed again.

In the middle of the kiss, Xia Yu suddenly raised her body and stopped Zhou Ding at the same time: "What do you want to do? The massage is not over yet."

Zhou Ding panted slightly: "It's not over yet?"

"Of course, aren't we just getting started?"

Xia Yu looked at him and blinked, "The other side hasn't kissed yet."

Zhou Ding paused, and the blush on his face instantly deepened a lot.

His head was almost bursting with steam, and even his breathing was hot as if he had a fever: "Xia, Xia Yu..."

"Shhh—" The slender fingers pressed against the soft lips.

Xia Yu smiled and lowered her head, and kissed Zhou Ding's sweaty forehead soothingly, "Don't be afraid, you don't need to do anything, just lie down, and..."

He glanced down, "I don't think you don't like it."

Zhou Ding's heart beat fast, as if there were drums beating in his ears.

He suddenly had the feeling of returning to the beginning, the self at this moment coincided with the self at that time, they were all blushing, their hearts were beating fast, their chests were full of hopelessness, but they were as motionless as a piece of wood, not daring to speak or do anything What, he didn't even dare to take a big breath, so he could only lie on the spot stiffly, leaving everything to Xia Yu, letting Xia Yu do whatever he wanted.

"I read a novel on the forum." After a while, Xia Yu suddenly said, his voice was a little vague.

Zhou Ding clenched his hands tightly, breathing messily: "What novel?"

"It's the same person of both of us."

"Fellows?"

Xia Yu raised her head, her red lips glistening with wetness: "You can understand it as writing a story with the two of us as the main characters."

"There is such a thing?"

This is also Zhou Ding's blind spot, he asked casually, "What did you write?"

When Xia Yu thought of the setting of that article, she wanted to laugh: "In it you are the male mother Gong, and I am your adopted child."

He found a bunch of fanfiction in the forum, in which Zhou Ding was basically set by the overlord, the kind that the king of Tianliang would break at every turn, while his own set was almost all bankrupt and forced to sell himself, working in a bar Will knock over wine bottles, burp when crying, and even write that he is bisexual and can give birth to children. In short, it is all beautiful and weak, so it is rare to see a week of Zhou Dingnan's mother. I found it quite novel, and finished reading it all in one afternoon.

That's why he suddenly stared at Zhou Ding's plump and beautiful chest muscles.

Zhou Ding was at a loss when he heard this: "What mother?"

"You will understand after listening to me."

With a smile in his eyes, Xia Yu continued, "When the story begins, you are in your 30s and I am in your 20s. We work in the same company. You are the president and I am your secretary. You have big chest muscles, the most important thing is The most important thing is to produce milk. You used this to feed me from a young age, and you have never weaned me. So my secretary not only helps you with work, but also helps you suck the milk three times a day. Come out, or you'll get engorged."

"Can men produce milk?" Zhou Ding seemed to understand.

"A novel, anything in a novel is fine."

Zhou Ding asked: "Then why didn't you produce milk?"

"There are also those who write about me giving birth. I can still give birth in it."

Zhou Ding paused for a moment, then glanced at Xia Yu's stomach.

Because they were right next to each other, he couldn't see Xia Yu's belly, but he had seen it several times in the past, and even if he didn't look at it now, he could still picture Xia Yu's bulging belly in his mind, and the appearance of his hugging belly. Lifting up the hem of the clothes with the child...

"Thinking about how I will give birth and breastfeed?" Xia Yu looked into Zhou Ding's eyes.

Zhou Ding's Adam's apple rolled: "Yes."

"I can't give birth to a child, but breastfeeding..."

Xia Yu sat up, looked straight at Zhou Ding, touched Zhou Ding's face, and said in a low voice, "Haven't you been fed by me several times?"

He asked again, "Do you like it?"

Zhou Ding nodded.

Xia Yu laughed, and lowered her voice a bit: "Then...do you want it?"

Spring is here and everything is in turmoil.

It began to rain lightly at night, and the rainwater penetrated into the ground deeply, and the moist buds rejoiced, absorbed the water more greedily, and stretched the extremely delicate branches and leaves.

There were bursts of thunder, and cracks appeared on the pitch-black night.

The lights that had been on in the middle of the night finally went out, and the room fell into silence for a moment.

With the sound of steady breathing, Xia Yu raised his head and quietly looked at the man in front of him who was holding her in his arms.

With the faint light, he saw the straight bridge of the nose, the soft lips, and the firm chin from his full forehead.

He suddenly thought that Zhou Ding was actually the little prince raised in the sugar bowl.

Tall and straight, like Bai Yang, with a correct style, pure mind, dreamy and responsible, a tall man who looks very bluffing, but is actually warm and caring. He can bend his eyes and smile, and express with doggy eyes Wronged and coquettish, he is handsome and cute, and almost any beautiful words can be applied to him.

He also has such a nice family.

Maybe the only fall is on himself.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu breathed out lightly.

He blinked, and slowly covered Zhou Ding's cheek with his hand.

Such a good Zhou Ding, Zhou Ding who is like a little prince, was actually met by him.

"Well……"

Zhou Ding opened his eyes sleepily, "Are you still asleep?"

Xia Yu withdrew her hand: "Sleeping."

Zhou Ding hummed vaguely, and after yawning, he hugged Xia Yu a little tighter, rubbing his cheek against the top of his head: "Good night, Xia Yu."

"Good night." Xia Yu said softly.

After speaking, he raised his head and kissed the corner of Zhou Ding's mouth.

The next day, as soon as the curtains were opened, Zhou Ding saw a lush greenery.

He turned his head to Xia Yu who was still lying on the bed and said, "It rained yesterday, the air outside should be good."

Xia Yu turned over, but didn't get up: "When the weather is better, I can go out for an outing."

He said again, "Turn around and let me have a look."

Zhou Ding turned around: "What are you looking at?"

Immediately after speaking, he came to his senses, quickly lowered his head and touched his nose, "Cough, I'm going to wash up."

Xia Yu said, "Let me read it before going."

Zhou Ding stood still and refused to move: "There is nothing to see. Didn't you see it all yesterday?" Xia Yu: "Today is different from yesterday."

Zhou Ding: "What's the difference?"

Xia Yu sat up and insisted on watching: "It will be swollen today, even more swollen than yesterday, hurry up and show me."

He said again, "If you don't show me, I'll see by myself."

Zhou Ding sighed helplessly, walked to the bed as if he was dead, and pulled the tie of his nightgown.

As soon as the tie was undone, the skirt of the nightgown was separated to the two sides, revealing part of the solid muscles.He didn't wear anything underneath, and he pulled the skirt a little further to the side, revealing his full chest, with firm chest muscles, making him look a little bigger than before.

After carefully looking at it, Xia Yu nodded in satisfaction: "It's so beautiful, let's continue next time."

Zhou Ding was startled: "...what?"

Xia Yu hugged the quilt and tilted her head to look at Zhou Ding: "I like male mothers."

Zhou Ding: "..."

He put the tie back on and said solemnly, "Male mothers can accept it, but male mothers can't attack it."

Xia Yu smiled: "Why can't the male mother attack?"

Zhou Ding replied seriously: "Not domineering enough."

Xia Yu smiled and fell on the bed: "But what do I do if I like it?"

Zhou Ding fastened his belt, knelt on the bed with one knee, kissed Xia Yu's eyes and said, "Xia Yu, you seem to be very happy today."

Xia Yu still smiled: "Is there?"

Zhou Ding nodded: "Yes."

It's completely different from yesterday.

Yesterday, I obviously had something in my heart, so no matter what I said or did, I was not very happy, but today is different, whether it is the smiling eyes or the ruddy face, there is happiness, as if the pressing matter has been resolved , or not resolved, but also do not press on the heart.

Xia Yu and Zhou Ding looked at each other, he took a deep breath, smiled, sat up straight and said, "It will be clear soon, isn't the school closed for three days, how do you arrange those days?"

Zhou Ding said: "I have no arrangement, I can accompany you wherever you want."

Xia Yu asked: "Don't you need to go back to visit the grave?"

Zhou Ding shook his head: "No, my parents will set up memorial tablets at the house over there to worship the ancestors, and my dad will kowtow for me. I don't need to rush there, and they won't come back to visit the grave."

Xia Yu nodded: "That's good."

"What about you? You..."

Zhou Ding paused, looked at Xia Yu's expression, "Do you want to go back to visit the grave?"

Xia Yun hummed, and her tone was light: "Yes."

Zhou Ding didn't speak for a moment, he didn't really want to bring up that topic, he was afraid that Xia Yu would be unhappy, but the words have already reached this point, it is impossible not to mention it.So he hesitated and said, "Then your parents..."

"Not with them."

Xia Yu looked up at Zhou Ding, her eyes were bright, and her voice was brisk, "I'll go by myself, not with them. You can wait for me next to me, and we'll go for an outing together after I finish sweeping the tomb. The mountains and rivers in Jiangcheng are beautiful, and the lakes are also It’s very nice, I can rent a car to take you for a drive by the lake, and then I can take you to eat lake delicacies, and then you can go to the auto show after eating, or you can rent an RV, how about driving wherever you want?”

Seeing the smile on Xia Yu's face, Zhou Ding relaxed a lot.He smiled and agreed: "Yeah, that sounds good."

"That's it for now."

Xia Yu smiled and said, "Go ahead, you go wash up first, and I'll lie down for a while."

Watching Zhou Ding walk into the bathroom, Xia Yu picked up the phone from beside the pillow, he typed a line and sent it.

[I won't go back on Ching Ming Festival. 】