After becoming the personal model of the boss

Looking at the painting in front of him, Zhou Shang'an almost stopped breathing.

He Xiancheng painted him after Gao Jing's appearance.

From the first time He Xiancheng saw him, he was the continuation of Gao Jing in He Xiancheng's heart.

Zhou Shangan stared at the person in the painting, from his hair to his toes.

Like, so similar.

The gestures he posed at that time were exactly the same as Gao Jing's in this painting.

It's been seven years, and He Xiancheng still remembers it so clearly, even the corners of his clothes seem to be reproduced.

Zhou Shang'an's eye sockets gradually became hot and red.

That day, in the cubicle of He Xiancheng's house, he was still thinking about that expression when he was modeling for He Xiancheng?

Now, Zhou Shangan looked at the painting in front of him, and instantly understood everything.

he thinks.

He Xiancheng, you are so ruthless.

Zhou Shang's heart was so painful that he was about to suffocate, his chest heaved violently, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly.

He Xiancheng stopped behind Zhou Shang'an, looked at the painting with a look of shock and doubt.

This painting has already been sold.

When Zhou Shangan turned around, He Xiancheng was still staring at the painting on the wall.

Zhou Shangan's eyes were flushed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his head and looked at He Xiancheng, his voice was hoarse and choked, Zhou Shangan opened his mouth and let out a hoarse and choked "I..."

He paused, lowered his head, grasped the hem of his clothes tightly, and walked past He Xiancheng with his head buried.

When passing by He Xian, Zhou Shangan's wrist was suddenly grabbed by He Xiancheng.

Zhou An stopped in his tracks.

He Xiancheng said in a deep voice, "Shang'an..."

Zhou Shangan maintained the same posture as when He Xiancheng grabbed her, without turning her head or speaking.

The person in front of him lowered his head, and He Xiancheng could see his red eye corners, red nose tip, and desperately tight lower lip by turning his head slightly.

The black down jacket made his figure even thinner, and the exposed white wrist bone seemed to shatter if he held it lightly.

He Xiancheng's eyelashes trembled, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Shang'an."

Zhou Shang'an still buried his head in silence.

He Xiancheng walked towards Zhou Shangan, he wanted to hug Zhou Shangan.

As soon as he put his hand on Zhou Shang'an's shoulder, Zhou Shang'an trembled as if he was afraid, and then he shook off He Xiancheng's hand suddenly, and took two steps back to the side.

Zhou Shang'an's chest rose and fell violently, and he turned to look at He Xiancheng with a flustered expression, slightly parted lips, panting, hesitant like a frightened animal.He Xiancheng felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and his hands were still in the air, maintaining the posture of being thrown away by Zhou Shangan.

He Xiancheng withdrew his hand, looked at Zhou Shang'an who had a face of resistance, and could only helplessly call his name over and over again.

"Shang'an..."

Zhou Shang'an's eyes were red, he stared at He Xiancheng, his eyes were watery.

He Xiancheng looked uncomfortable.

But the pain in his heart was even worse, Zhou Shangan said in a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

His lips trembled. This was the fear spreading from the depths of his heart. It was the cold hands and feet and the uncontrollable trembling of the limbs when people were extremely scared. "Don't call me..." Zhou Shang'an begged, his eyes were earnest, and he almost broke down begging He Xiancheng not to call him by his name.

Don't call him by his name again.

The more He Xiancheng called him that, the more pain Zhou Shangan felt in his heart.

That's what He Xiancheng called him, every day in the past, no matter whether he was happy or not, he called him that.

That's what He Xiancheng called him when he was painting that picture and when he was adjusting his posture.

When she was drunk, she hugged him and pressed him on the bed.

He Xiancheng also thought of Gao Jing in the same way.

Zhou Shang'an's mind was blank, filled with waves of pain.

He Xiancheng came over and wanted to hold Zhou Shang'an's hand again.

Zhou Shangan backed away, with his hands behind his back, avoiding He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng gradually approached him, and Zhou Shangan backed away step by step.

He Xiancheng looked helpless, "Shang'an, listen to me...or you can ask me, okay?"

Zhou Shang'an was cornered by He Xiancheng.

Zhou Shangan had nowhere to retreat, he raised his head, his eyes were red, he looked at He Xiancheng, and said in a hoarse voice: "...What are you asking?"

He Xiansheng challenged his limit again and again.

He Xiancheng always gave him unexpected surprises.

He really can't bear so much.

He Xiancheng's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, and he reached out to touch Zhou Shang'an's flushed face.

Zhou Shang'an raised his hand to block him, with water in his eyes, he still stared back stubbornly.

But the red eye circles made him look helpless and helpless.

Zhou Shang'an said: "Brother... I saw it, I saw that painting..."

He Xiansheng stopped his hands.

Zhou Shang'an's voice was hoarse and choked, and he continued: "In your house, I saw that painting, the one you painted for me, and..."

Zhou Shangan turned his head and glanced at the painting hanging on the wall, his eyes hurt.

"...It's exactly the same as Gao Jing's painting."

Zhou Shang'an seemed to express all the pain in his heart.

"You drew me after Gao Jing's model, from the first time you saw me."

Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng, He Xiancheng's eyes were slightly closed, and emotions were surging in his dark eyes.

"Isn't it? You never forgot him, just like I never walked into your heart."

He Xiancheng grabbed Zhou Shang'an's hand suddenly, his tone seemed to be a little angry, "Shang'an."

He Xiancheng's eyes were deep, and he said depressingly: "It's not like that."

Zhou Shang'an's slender eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at He Xiancheng's hand that was holding his arm tightly.

The blue veins on the back of He Xiancheng's hands bulged, and the roots were abrupt and distinct, and they wandered into the depths of his cuffs.

Zhou Shang'an licked his lower lip that had been bitten and turned red, his throat was so astringent that it was hard to swallow, he raised his head after a while, looked into He Xiancheng's eyes again, and said with a sob: "Then you...then you...still love Gao Jing?"

When Zhou Shang'an finally asked this sentence, his heartbeat seemed to stop.

He Xiancheng held Zhou Shang'an's hand tightly.

Zhou Shang'an's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

He thought, He Xiancheng couldn't even utter a word of defense.

Tears filled the corners of Zhou Shang'an's eyes, "Brother...you tell me the truth..."

"As you said, you will answer me truthfully."

Zhou Shang'an was driving himself to a dead end.

Even he himself didn't understand why he did it.

Probably a game.

Maybe he was lucky.

However, He Xiancheng did not speak.

He Xiancheng didn't answer him.

He Xiancheng narrowed his eyes slightly to cover up the emotion in his eyes.

The air between the two froze.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Shang'an grinned slightly.

He smiled, his voice was hoarse, as if words were painfully squeezed out of his throat, and he said word by word: "I see."

He Xiancheng raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the words, his eyes were deep, and he grabbed Zhou Shang'an's arm tightly, even tighter.

Zhou Shang'an frowned in pain, he took He Xiancheng's hand back, grasped it tightly, and then pulled it away.

He stared fixedly at He Xiancheng, his eyelashes were already wet with tears, Zhou Shangan said slowly: "Brother, let's go back."

He took He Xiancheng's hand, turned around and walked towards the exit.

Behind him, He Xiancheng frowned slightly.

Zhou Shangan took a few steps forward, then looked back at He Xiancheng, "Brother, I'm tired, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep..."

He Xiancheng was startled, "Shang'an..."

He Xiancheng wanted to say something more, but Zhou Shangan interrupted him: "Brother, I want to sleep."

There was a sudden silence between the two, He Xiancheng didn't move, Zhou Shangan looked at him.

After a while, as if to answer He Xiancheng's doubts, Zhou Shang'an said slowly: "Brother... I like you, and I still like you now, even if you know

Zhou Shang'an raised his eyes to look at the painting on the wall, skipped the words he was about to say, and continued: "...I still like you too."

"So... now, let's go home."

Zhou Shang'an followed He Xiancheng back to his home.

At two o'clock in the morning, Zhou Shangan was lying on He Xiancheng's bed.

He hugged He Xiancheng, as usual, as they did many nights when they hugged each other and fell asleep.

But, there is a little different.

The lights were turned off, and the room was pitch black.

He Xiancheng's deep voice sounded, "Shang'an, put on your clothes."

He Xiansheng paused for a moment, then said, "You'll catch a cold."

Zhou Shang'an hugged He Xiancheng naked all over, with his cheek against He Xiancheng's chest, his legs clamping He Xiancheng's thigh, and his arms around He Xiancheng's waist.Zhou Shangan rubbed He Xiancheng's chest with slightly cold cheeks, and said, "I don't want it."

The buttons on He Xiancheng's collar were unbuttoned a few times, Zhou Shangan rubbed them a few times, and then he rubbed against the strong muscles under He Xiancheng's skirt.

He Xiancheng looked at the blurred wall in front of him, and for a moment didn't understand what happened to Zhou Shang'an.

He hesitated for a while, but still raised his hand and patted Zhou Shangan's back, "Shang'an, you..."

Zhou Shang'an seemed to know what He Xiancheng wanted to ask, he suddenly raised his hand to cover He Xiancheng's mouth, then got up suddenly, and climbed onto He Xiancheng's body.He lay on He Xiancheng's chest, his eyes were shining brightly, looking at He Xiancheng.

The soft hair brushed against He Xiancheng's cheeks, and Zhou Shangan's cheeks gradually turned red, "Brother..."

Zhou Shangan licked his lips, looked at He Xiancheng's lips, "Kiss... me..."

He Xiancheng's eyes trembled, but he didn't move.

"Brother..." Zhou Shangan's eyes flickered, he looked at He Xiancheng, and said in a pleading tone.

"Shang'an, you..."

Zhou Shangan's abnormal behavior made He Xiancheng want to ask him what happened.

Zhou Shang'an said: "You promised me, brother, you said you would stay with me, and you would accompany me to do what I want to do."

He Xiancheng's eyes sank, and he replied: "Yes."

"So," Zhou Shang'an ordered in a queenly tone, "kiss me."

After a while, He Xiancheng still lowered his eyes, pressed the back of his head obediently, wrapped his arms around Zhou Shangan's waist, closed his eyes lightly, and kissed his lips.He Xiancheng's tongue gently swept between Zhou Shangan's teeth, with the gentleness of a spring breeze, he kissed and licked very restrainedly.

When they stopped again, both of them were out of breath.

Zhou Shang'an clearly felt that He Xiansheng's hardness had reached him.

He reached out and touched He Xiancheng's lower body, He Xiancheng's eyes trembled, and he raised his hand to stop him.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly buried his head in He Xiancheng's neck, he lightly bit He Xiancheng's neck, he felt his pulse beating.

Zhou Shang'an pressed against He Xiancheng's ear.

He Xiancheng was taken aback.

The hot feeling dripped down the neck.

With a crying voice, Zhou Shangan said slowly, brother, follow me, follow me, okay..."

The soft and pitiful voice continued in He Xiancheng's ear, "You...you let me touch you, just once..."

Zhou Shang'an choked up, "I'm afraid...afraid..."

Zhou Shang'an's voice was choked, and he was too hoarse to speak.

But he didn't stop moving his hands under He Xiancheng's body, and proceeded step by step in an orderly manner.

He Xiancheng... didn't stop him.

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