After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng with flustered eyes, could it be that he was made to sit slack?

He Xiancheng smiled and said, "I have what you have, what are you afraid of?"

Zhou Shang'an was startled for a moment, then his face flushed uncontrollably, "I..."

He felt that what He Xiancheng said made sense, but he was just embarrassed.

It's too shameful to be like this in front of He Xiancheng.

Zhou Shang'an tried to sit back, bent one leg and stepped on the sofa, trying to cover the side as much as possible, and looked at He Xiancheng, "This... is this okay?"

He Xiancheng shook his head and walked straight towards him.

He Xiancheng put his hand on Zhou Shang'an's thigh, and his slightly rough fingertips slowly stroked Zhou Shang'an's delicate skin, and finally He Xiancheng's hand stopped at the base of his thigh.

He Xiancheng looked at him condescendingly, and he could see everything between Zhou Shangan's legs.

Zhou Shang'an didn't know if He Xiancheng did it on purpose.

He always felt that He Xiancheng's eyes were burning hot, but when he looked up, He Xiancheng's eyes were as quiet as snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Or it was just that He Xiancheng's palm was too hot.

He Xiancheng opened his bent leg outwards, moving gently and slowly, carefully grinding the angle.

And when Zhou Shangan thought that maybe He Xiansheng would look at his own parts, his heart beat faster again.

Ashamed but couldn't help but throbbing.

He even began to fear that something would happen that he could not even control himself.

such as physiological responses.

"Brother..." Zhou Shangan called out and realized that his voice was trembling, "Are you alright?"

He stared down at his knees, swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Only then did He Xiancheng let go of his hand, lifted his chin, and made him look at him.

Zhou Shang'an's eye circles were moistened, his lips were moistened by his licking, and there was a charming luster under the light.

He Xiancheng lowered his eyes slightly, and said lightly, "That's it."

It was undoubtedly the most difficult night.

When it was over, Zhou Shangan let out a long breath as if he had collapsed.

And Zhou Shang'an didn't know how long it would take to maintain this posture.

On Friday night, it was Shen Han's birthday treat. Before Zhou Shangan left, he sent a message to He Xiancheng, telling him that he would be late tonight.

Young students are often the most lively at the dinner table. Shen Han bought a lot of wine and said that he would not return home if he was drunk.

Zhou Shang'an had the best relationship with him, and he was without a doubt held up to drink a lot.

In the end, when Zhou Shangan walked out, his steps were frivolous, and his whole body wobbled as if he was stepping on cotton.

But he still remembered that he still wanted to find He Xiancheng.

Shen Han was already unconscious. One of the boys at the dinner table came over and asked Zhou Shangan: "Is it okay? Do you want to send you back?"

Zhou Shangan blushed, waved his hand, and said to the man: "No need, I'm going to find my brother."

The man still wanted to help him, but Zhou Shangan pushed him away forcefully, so he had to tell him to be careful on the road.

Fortunately, this is a restaurant near the school, and it is also close to He Xiancheng's house, and Zhou Shang'an arrived within a few steps.

It was He Xiancheng who opened the door, Zhou Shangan squinted at him, and then fell towards him as if his bones were limp.

He Xiancheng could smell the strong smell of alcohol when he opened the door, He Xiancheng reached out to catch him, frowned and said, "Have you been drinking?"

Zhou Shangan leaned on He Xiancheng and hiccupped, his face flushed, and he responded, "Yes, bro, I've been drinking."

The familiar scent of He Xiancheng was in his breath, Zhou Shangan took a deep breath, and rubbed his head against He Xiancheng's chest.

"Why drink?" He Xiancheng's voice was a little cold.

As soon as Zhou Shangan saw He Xiancheng, Jiu Jin couldn't control it anymore, as if his heart was about to jump out, "Shen Han's birthday..."

He Xiancheng touched his cheek and felt the skin on his fingertips was terribly hot.

Zhou Shang'an's voice was soft, and he hiccupped, "...he asked me to drink with him, hiccup, I'll drink it."

He Xiancheng laughed suddenly, he helped Zhou Shangan in and sat down on the sofa, "Drink when others tell you to drink?"

He raised his hand to push back the hair on Zhou Shang'an's forehead, revealing a smooth and fair forehead. Zhou Shang'an's eye circles were flushed, and his eyes were moist like mist.

He Xiancheng heard Zhou Shangan muttering: "Brother..."

He raised his head to look at He Xiancheng, He Xiancheng had a few strands of hair hanging from his forehead, and the lamp shone on his face, when he looked at it, he just thought it was too pretty.

How can there be such a good-looking person?

Zhou Shang'an licked his rosy lips, and uncontrollably fell back towards He Xiancheng.

He rested his head on He Xiancheng's shoulder, humming a few times.

He Xiancheng couldn't hear clearly, only heard a few soft "brother".

He Xiancheng repeated: "Others tell you to drink, and you drink it?"

"I have a headache..." Zhou Shang'an's head was getting heavier and heavier, and he rubbed uncomfortably on He Xiancheng's shoulder, but he still remembered to answer He Xiancheng's words, "Well... I can drink as soon as they ask me, and I can't disappoint..."

At this moment, Zhou Shang'an is surprisingly docile.

He Xiancheng couldn't help asking, "What if you're drunk?"

"Drunk?" Zhou Shang'an unconsciously repeated He Xiancheng's words, "What should I do if I'm drunk... what should I do?"

Zhou Shang'an frowned, and suddenly raised his head and smiled at He Xiancheng, "Come and pick me up when you're drunk."

The dimples are really like soaking in wine.

He Xiancheng smiled, and stretched out his hand to support Zhou Shangan, "Then go take a bath first, okay?"

As soon as he heard it, Zhou Shang'an suddenly started to move around, and went to take a bath without compromise.

Zhou Shang'an murmured something, He Xiancheng lowered his head and listened carefully, only a few words were vaguely heard, "I don't want to take off my clothes..."

He Xiancheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Zhou An took his hand, pulled him halfway down, leaned close to his ear, half-closed his eyes, "I'm sorry."

He Xiancheng turned to look at him, "Why are you embarrassed?"

Zhou Shang'an lowered his head, even the base of his neck turned red, "You can't get naked in front of brother, I will..."

Zhou Shangan said a few words later, He Xiancheng didn't hear clearly, and frowned, "What do you know?"

Zhou Shang'an suddenly shook off He Xiancheng's hand and walked towards the bedroom.

He Xiancheng followed, but he was lying on the bed motionless.

He Xiancheng smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to turn over Zhou Shangan and cover him with the quilt.

He Xiancheng went to take a shower, Zhou Shangan turned over on the bed, and suddenly felt a different sensation under his body.

He opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, and found that this was He Xiancheng's house, so he wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, took a deep breath and fell asleep.

After a while, Zhou Shangan felt the phone vibrate in his pants pocket.

He groaned impatiently, turned over a few times and the vibration still didn't stop, so he had to fumble and take out his phone.

"Hello?" Zhou Shang'an's voice was vague, looking at the wall painting in front of him, he became more conscious.

"Shang'an, are you still not coming back?" It was Uncle Luo who called, sounding a little anxious.

"I... let's sleep at Mr. He's house today." Zhou Shangan rubbed his eyes, feeling weak as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.