After becoming the personal model of the boss

This is more exciting than watching pornography in front of Zhou Chuxiong.

Zhou Shangan frantically pressed the volume keys.

After the video was turned off, Zhou Shangan also broke out in a cold sweat.

He swallowed his saliva, not daring to look at He Xiancheng's expression.

"Brother..." Zhou Shangan yelled weakly, but then stopped, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

But he didn't see He Xiancheng speak after waiting, so Zhou Shangan turned his head timidly.

He Xiancheng was expressionless, glanced at the tablet in his hand that had been switched to the home page, and looked at him again, "Are you still watching movies?"

Zhou Shangan was stunned.

He Xiancheng didn't mention it, and he wasn't stupid enough to ask again.

Zhou Shangan hurriedly said: "Look, look."

After hesitating for a while, he clicked on another video app.

Finding a random suspense movie, Zhou Shang'an turned up the volume to cover up the ambiguous atmosphere remaining in the room.

The hero in the movie is investigating a serial murder case.

It was an eerie and terrifying scene, but Zhou Shangan blushed and felt his heart pounding when he saw it.

The scene of the bed-scene just now was still reverberating in his mind.

Zhou An couldn't stop thinking about it.

He Xiancheng must have seen it.

But he didn't say anything.

If it's a male-female movie, it's okay, Zhou Shang'an can still find an excuse to prevaricate.

But... the same sex, Zhou Shang'an didn't know He Xiancheng's attitude towards the same sex.

He never thought of He Xiansheng's attitude before.

For him, it seemed that this matter would only be hidden in the bottom of his heart forever.

Zhou Shangan stared at the screen, clenched his fingertips subconsciously, but now he began to think, what if He Xiancheng is disgusted?

If you know you like a man, will you feel disgusted?

Thinking of this, Zhou Shang'an suddenly became uneasy.

Suddenly, the back of Zhou Shang'an's neck felt cold, and his neck shrank.

He Xiancheng pinched the back of his neck with his hands, and said softly: "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Shang'an's cheeks were hot, and the skin of He Xiancheng's fingertips was also emitting abnormal heat.

It's embarrassing.

But He Xiancheng seemed to have misunderstood.

Zhou Shang'an froze for a moment, turned to look at He Xiancheng, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He Xiancheng suddenly put his arms around his shoulders.

Zhou Shang'an was pulled over by the strength of He Xiancheng's hand.

Half of his body was leaning against He Xiancheng's body, Zhou Shang'an could even feel the heat from He Xiancheng's body through the thin clothes.

It will be winter soon, and the room is not cold, but the temperature close together is inexplicably irresistible.

Zhou Shang'an was a little dazed, but he yearned for He Xiancheng's attitude even more in his heart.

He Xiancheng squeezed Zhou Shangan's shoulder reassuringly.

Zhou Shangan heard He Xiancheng whisper in his ear: "Want to change to another movie?"

In the movie, the hero has entered a long-abandoned house following the clues left by the murderer.

But Zhou Shang'an was thinking that He Xiancheng seemed to be too kind to him.

Zhou Shang'an looked back at He Xiancheng, the incandescent lamp in the room was turned off, leaving only a wall lamp, emitting a dim yellow soft light.

The light softened the outline of He Xiancheng, and the slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.

Zhou Shang'an's breathing was slightly short of breath.

He grasped the quilt tightly with his fingertips, and said in a daze: "Brother, you... have you seen it just now?"

"Huh?" He Xiancheng was watching a movie, hearing this and looked at him, "What did you see?"

"I...that's what I put in when I opened it..." Zhou Shang'an's cheeks were a little hot again, he dodged his eyes and said falteringly.

He Xiancheng gave a soft "hmm".

Zhou Shang'an felt that He Xiancheng's reaction seemed too calm.

"Then you..." Zhou Shangan asked tentatively, "Do you hate that kind of thing?"

"Gay?" He Xiancheng looked at him calmly.

Zhou Shang'an lowered his head and muffled a "hmm".

He Xiancheng answered quickly, "I don't hate it."

An Xin jumped up on Zhou Zhou.

"Then you..." Zhou Shangan stroked the patterns on the quilt with his fingertips.

"What about me?" He Xiancheng squeezed the back of his neck, "Let's watch a movie."

Zhou Shang'an wanted to ask something more, but He Xiancheng's gaze had already returned to the screen.

Zhou Shang'an bit her lip, and finally shut up.

He Xiancheng would not dislike him because of this kind of thing, Zhou Shang'an thought it was good.

Now this is good for him, he is very satisfied.

He Xiancheng knew it, but he would not stay away from him because of it.

Zhou Shang'an moved to He Xiancheng's side again.

"Brother, where did he put it, has he guessed who the serial killer is?"

"Not yet..." He Xiancheng recounted the plot just now.

It was late after the two had finished watching the movie.

Zhou Shang'an got under the covers.

He Xiancheng turned off the light and lay down beside him.

The quilt was warm, the closer it was to He Xiancheng's side, the warmer it became.

Zhou Shang'an moved to He Xiancheng's side.

He Xiancheng looked at him.

Zhou Shang'an's eyes shone with fragmentary light in the dark night.

"Brother, I'm cold."

He Xiancheng turned over when he heard the words, pulled the quilt on Zhou Shangan's body again, and tucked it tightly by the corners.

Zhou Shangan looked at him with round eyes.

He Xiancheng rubbed his head, "Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

Zhou Shang'an shook his head, and rubbed against He Xiancheng again.

He Xiancheng said: "Go to sleep."

The two were lying on the same bed, with He Xiancheng's steady and gentle breathing beside him, and Zhou Shang'an was not sleepy anymore.

He turned over and approached He Xiancheng.

The light from the street lamp shone in through the gaps in the curtains, dark yellow and soft.

Zhou Shangan lay on his side, looking at He Xiancheng's blurred facial features.

"Brother, are you asleep?" Zhou Shang'an asked with a weak voice like a breath.

He Xiancheng didn't open his eyes, and replied in a low voice, "No."

Zhou Shangan blinked and said louder, "I can't sleep."

He Xiancheng opened his eyes, "Why?"

Zhou Shangan hesitated for a while, reached out and grabbed He Xiancheng's arm, and whispered, "Brother, can you hug me?"

For a moment, there was only the sound of the two breathing one after another.

"I'm... afraid..." Zhou Shangan's cheeks were slightly warm.

This is an excuse, he just wants He Xiancheng to hug him.

There was no response after a while, and when Zhou Shangan was about to withdraw his hand, He Xiancheng suddenly turned over and reached out to wrap his arms around him.

Zhou Shang'an was startled.

He Xiancheng patted the hand on his back lightly, with a low voice, he said in Zhou Shang'an's ear, "Go to sleep."

An Xin jumped twice on Zhou Shang.

Feeling the warmth of He Xiancheng's body coming from his cheeks, Zhou Shang'an took a breath of satisfaction, and replied, "Okay."

I don't know how long it has passed, but Zhou Shang'an's sleepiness has become dizzy, and she seems to have dreamed in a trance.

Zhou Shang'an opened his eyes, and what he saw was He Xiancheng's resolute jawline and the slightly growing stubble on his chin.

Zhou Shang'an thought for a moment, if only he could stay like this forever.

"Brother, will you get married in the future?"

The room was very quiet, except for two intertwined breathing sounds, one calm and the other slightly hurried.

He Xiancheng had already fallen asleep.

Zhou Shang'an pursed her lips, raised her head and kissed him lightly on the chin, then closed her eyes tightly.

He thought, if He Xiancheng gets married in the future, it would be good for him to continue to stay by He Xiancheng's side silently.

He Xiancheng's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.