your gift of my love

? Jun Xiuye's eyesight has not recovered yet.

During this period, Su Jiaming stayed at home with him.

During the day, there is often such a scene in the living room——

Jun Xiuye ​​sat on the sofa and listened to the music with headphones.Su Jiaming sat beside him, reviewing the documents.

Occasionally, the two can talk a few words.

"Don't you have to go to the company?"

Su Jiaming smiled, "I'm called 'I don't love Jiangshan, but I love beauties'. How about it, is it quite a regal demeanor?"

Jun Xiuye ​​glared at him angrily, "Mr. Faint."

Su Jiaming sneered and said, "What's wrong with the Hunjun? Which one do you like the most among Mingjun, Tyrant, and Hunjun? I'll make that one, how about it?"

Jun Xiuye ​​was too lazy to give him a glance, and continued to listen to the piano music at ease.

Su Jiaming's teasing made Su Jiaming's heart itch, as if a small animal was bumping around. "Xiaoye..." The desire in the deep voice was self-evident.

Jun Xiuye, who was listening to the music seriously, had his lips covered before he had time to react, "Hmm..."

Su Jiaming aggressively knocked the defenseless Jun Xiuye's jaw open.After driving straight in, the flexible tongue licked every corner of Jun Xiuye's mouth, refusing to let go of every bit of deliciousness.

Jun Xiuye ​​struggled for a while at first, but he couldn't escape Su Jiaming's teasing tongue.

After realizing that Jun Xiuye ​​no longer resisted, Su Jiaming's movements gradually softened.

It's just that the breaths of each other are intertwined, and they are still so hot that Jun Xiuye ​​is in a trance for a while.

Suddenly, his body felt cold, Su Jiaming had already taken off his clothes, and he had already taken off the earphones on his head. "Jiaming... live... um..."

Seeing that Jun Xiuye's thin pink lips were a little red and swollen from kisses, Su Jiaming reluctantly left, and then kissed his beautiful and delicate collarbone.

There was a burst of damp heat from the collarbone, and Jun Xiuye ​​couldn't help but groaned softly.

Hearing Jun Xiuye's sultry crooning, Su Jiaming worked harder to please Jun Xiuye ​​like a child who had been encouraged.

Soon, three or four bright marks were left on Jun Xiuye's snow-white skin. "Jiaming..." Jun Xiuye's voice became soft, Su Jiaming raised his head and looked at Jun Xiuye.I saw those light-colored phoenix eyes, misty, as if there was a brilliance flowing through them.Su Jiaming immediately felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and Xiashen, who was already on the verge of moving, seemed to have become a little more stern, "Xiaoye... I miss you very much..." Su Jiaming's voice was already deep, but now it was full of ecstasy, Dumb a bit, very sexy.

Jun Xiuye's brain was bombarded into confusion by Su Jiaming's extremely magnetic voice.

"Xiaoye...I love you..."

This was his last consciousness before he passed out——

The person on top of him was completely suppressed.

The heavy weight, the tough chest is full of sweat.

The man kissed his ear, "Xiaoye, I love you."

When Jun Xiuye ​​woke up, Su Jiaming had already prepared dinner.

"Xiaoye, are you awake? It's time for dinner!"

His body was dry, apparently when he was drowsy, the conscientious perpetrator had washed himself, and he could still feel the soreness after huan'ai just by moving his waist a little.

After helping Jun Xiuye ​​change his clothes, Su Jiaming picked him up by the waist.

Jun Xiuye ​​gasped in pain.

Only then did Su Jiaming realize that he was using too much force, and quickly rubbed Jun Xiuye's waist in a fawning manner.

With the loss of vision, the other senses of the body become very sensitive.Jun Xiuye ​​could feel that Su Jiaming's seemingly simple actions never lost tenderness and meticulousness.

In everything, as long as Su Jiaming puts his heart into it, he will definitely do things to perfection, not letting go of any detail.

In just one week, Su Jiaming's cooking skills have improved so much that even Jun Xiuye ​​couldn't help but marvel.

In fact, in order to make dishes more suitable for Jun Xiuye's taste, Su Jiaming called Jun Xiuye's mother a lot. Jun Xiuye's mother instructed him how to cook by voice over the phone - how much oil to add, how much salt to put , and sometimes a warm tip, saying that Jun Xiuye ​​likes to eat half-baked cucumbers...

Standing in front of the stove, Su Jiaming felt that he could gradually understand Jun Xiuye's mood when he was cooking for him in the past - as long as he thought that his lover would eat the meal he cooked with his own hands, his heart would be filled with a wonderful sense of happiness.

In the warm lighting of the bedroom, the figures of the two cuddling together can be vaguely seen.

Beside the bed, Jun Xiuye ​​was sitting in front of Su Jiaming, while Su Jiaming stretched out his arms from behind to wrap his arms around him.

The unique temperature and heartbeat of the human body transmitted through the clothes are so real.

Su Jiaming gently took Jun Xiuye's hand.

Jun Xiuye's fingers are straight and slender, which are indeed very suitable for playing the piano.

Su Jiaming carefully admired all five fingers, then picked up the nail scissors, and carefully trimmed Jun Xiuye's nails.

Jun Xiuye's nails are very straight.Under the light yellow light, the surface of the nails is slightly reflective, which is very beautiful.

Neither of them spoke, only the sound of "click" sounded from time to time.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little romantic.

Su Jiaming couldn't hold back, "Xiao Ye, I love you."

Jun Xiuye ​​whispered softly, "Understood."

Since he had slept for quite a while during the day, Jun Xiuye ​​was not very sleepy.

When Su Jiaming's shallow breathing sounded from his side, Jun Xiuye ​​still kept his eyes open.Even though his eyes were open, there was still darkness in his field of vision, but Jun Xiuye ​​didn't know why, but he just didn't want to close his eyes.

Afraid of waking up Su Jiaming, he turned over as softly as possible, facing Su Jiaming.

His eyes were wide open, as if he could see his lover's sleeping face.

Su Jiaming, I believe in you...

Su Jiaming, do you know that I really want to see you now...

However, it doesn't matter if you can't see it, his deep browbones, straight nose bridge, and soft red lips have long been branded in his heart forever.

Jun Xiuye ​​was half asleep and half awake all night——

With my eyes open, my eyelids were a little tired, and I closed them again. After closing them for less than half an hour, I opened them again...

On the bedside table, there was a beep from the childish electronic watch——

The hour strikes at six o'clock.

Jun Xiuye, whose consciousness was drifting between dreams and reality, opened his eyes in response.

At first, he didn't react.

There was a white light in front of him, making him a little dazed.

After taking a closer look, he realized that it was the morning light coming in through the white gauze curtain.

light?

his eyesight?

Jun Xiuye ​​turned his head to the side, and on the milky white pillow was the sleeping face of his lover whom he had been thinking about day and night.

His eyesight is back!

He couldn't simply use the word "excited" to describe his mood at the moment.

He slowly stretched out his hand and caressed the face he was all too familiar with.

Perhaps because he was a little tired from taking care of him these days, Su Jiaming slept soundly.The completely relaxed An Xiang demeanor made his deep facial features less sharp.The thick and slightly curly long eyelashes are like two small fans hanging upside down, and the rosy lips are slightly pouting, which seems a bit childish.

When Su Jiaming woke up, he yelled that he had overslept.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Su Jiaming habitually raised his hand to scoop it up to his side, but he didn't find anyone!

Su Jiaming sat up abruptly.

His mind froze for half a minute.

After repeated observations to confirm that he was the only one on the bed, Su Jiaming ran out of the bedroom without changing his pajamas, shouting, "Xiaoye! Xiaoye!"

The person who was shouting his name in a panic walked from the kitchen to the living room.

Su Jiaming, who ran to the living room in a state of distress, saw his family's Xiaoye wearing home clothes, an apron, and holding a spoon in his hand, and his thinking stopped for half a minute again.

"Xiao...Xiaoye? Can you see it?" After careful consideration, Su came up with a correct guess.

"Yeah." Jun Xiuye ​​nodded without much expression, after all, at six o'clock, he was already grateful for the recovery of his eyesight.

Su Jiaming couldn't be calm anymore, seeing Jun Xiuye's soft reply, he quickly stepped forward and picked up Jun Xiuye ​​and walked around the living room, making wild cries of inarticulate words while turning around.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Jun Xiuye ​​patted Su Jiaming on the shoulder.

Su Jiaming immediately put Jun Xiuye ​​down obediently.

In the early morning, a man in pajamas hugging another man in an apron circling in the living room is really a comical scene that the public loves to see.

"Gulu—" His stomach groaned inappropriately, and Su Jiaming scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Jun Xiuye ​​smiled and said, "Before going to the kitchen, adjust your appearance to normal first!"

After changing his clothes and washing his face, Su Jiaming walked into the kitchen refreshed.

Su Jiaming, who was blissful because of the recovery of Jun Xiuye's eyesight, looked at the exquisite breakfast on the dining table, and couldn't help but feel a little tangled up.

Jun Xiuye, who was sitting across from him, glanced at him and knew the little Jiujiu in his heart, "I'll cook in the future, my mother can't stand your toss, and those phone bills are not as good as buying vegetables... "