Thanks Bumin

Xie Jing came home at night and drank the tomato, potato and beef brisket soup that he had been thinking about. In a small transparent glass bowl, the red ones are tomatoes, the yellow ones are potatoes, the white ones are beef brisket, and the green ones are dotted on the milky white soup. The mint leaves, just looking at it will make people appetite, not to mention the slow-cooked beef brisket, which is smooth and tender, and the soup is sweet and delicious, which makes people unable to stop their mouths.

Xie Jing held the small bowl that had been drunk and watched eagerly in the kitchen, his eyes followed the busy Rong Min back and forth, just like a poor puppy guarding the fleshy bones.

Seeing that, Rong Min's thoughts were agitated, and he suppressed the small pot of live shrimp in his hand so as not to pour it into the pot, turned his face, pinched his chin, and kissed Xie Jing's lips that were still smeared with soup.

The strong tongue opened the defenseless jaws, licked wantonly in the warm and sweet mouth, and danced lingeringly with the shy and trembling uvula.

The second before Xie Jing felt that he was about to faint due to lack of oxygen, Rong Min finally slowly moved away from Xie Jing's mouth, gently kissed away the body fluid from the corner of his mouth, trying to make those moist lips even more red.

Xie Jing was so kissed that his legs were weak and he didn't forget to ask for something for himself. He put the bowl on Rong Min's chest to signal that he still wanted to drink soup. Rong Min glanced at the empty bowl, "If you drink any more, dinner should be served. I can’t eat anymore, wait a little longer, we’ll have dinner when the shrimp is ready, and you can drink some more after dinner.”

When Xie Jing heard him say that, he immediately felt a little depressed, but when he saw a few plates with the heat preservation turned upside down, he knew that they were all his favorite food, and his mood immediately improved again.

He threw the bowl into the sink, and shouted cheekily behind Rong Min, "Then I'm going out first, call me for help." He can help with the kitchen work except for washing the root vegetables. All he could do was stand and watch Rong Min busy.Xie Jing felt that he was very eager to learn and make progress, but Rong Min resolutely refused to let him use the knife, not even willing to let him do such trivial things as washing a carrot.After a long time, Xie Jing was also happy and relaxed.

Rong Min flipped the pot in a smart way, full of posture, with his sleeves rolled up, his smooth muscle lines were fully revealed between raising and throwing.

Xie Jing's body remained motionless against the tiled wall, and absently kicked the slippers under his feet back to the base of the wall. The infatuated expression on his face showed his appreciation for the scene in front of him unequivocally.

Without hearing Xie Jing's footsteps going out, Rong Min added seasoning to it while talking to him, "There are three kinds of mangoes in the refrigerator, I'll make you a mango ice tonight, try to see which one you like the most."

"Will it be too cold to eat at night?" Xie Jing was obviously a little tempted by this proposal, but he was still hesitating for his taste.

"No. I'll eat with you." Rong Min's voice was still heard clearly in Xie Jing's ears amidst the sound of sesame oil popping in the pot.

After dinner, Xie Jing came out of the shower, and on the small table on the floor, there was indeed a bowl of mango ice, filled with three kinds of mangoes of different colors. The water mist sublimated from the outside of the container condenses together, forming crystal water droplets and rolling down, and you can feel a refreshing coolness when you look at it.

Xie Jing held the towel in his hand and rubbed it casually on his hair twice, impatiently sat cross-legged on the small rattan futon, picked up the spoon, took a full spoonful, put it into his mouth, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Rong Min was originally in front of the desk, meditating silently on the things on the computer screen, when he saw Xie Jing coming out of the bathroom covered in moisture, he didn't even dry his hair, and the air conditioner above his head was sending out a steady stream of cold air, his brows furrowed , simply turned off the computer, picked up the towel that Xie Jing threw aside, and sat behind Xie Jing to wipe his hair.

"You need to dry your hair, otherwise you will have a headache when the air conditioner blows."

Xie Jing nodded indiscriminately, apparently not listening.

Rong Min sighed helplessly, but kept his hands on for a moment, fearing that if Xie Jing blows his wet hair under the air conditioner again, tomorrow this ancestor will have a headache.

The slender fingers shuttled through the black hair with a blue towel, and when they occasionally encountered tangled places, they would untie them bit by bit. Rong Min's every movement was extremely meticulous and patient.

"Are you ready?" Xie Jing twisted his body impatiently.

Rong Min pressed his shoulder with one hand, "Wait a little longer, just for a while." While speaking, he wiped the slightly wet ends of his hair with a towel.

Xie Jing had no choice but to wait for Rong Min's movements to stop.

"Okay." Rong Min finally put away the towel, announcing that it's done.

Xie Jing turned around quickly, and brought the spoon to Rong Min's lips, "Try this, I think this is the best."

Rong Min was stunned for a moment, his pool-like eyes rippling with warm smiles, he slightly parted his thin lips, and took a spoonful of mango ice into his mouth, and then his Adam's apple rolled, with milk stains on it. The tongue sticks out to lick the outer edge of the spoon, but the eyes are always fixed on Xie Jing's face full of deep meaning.

This... Xie Jing was at a loss, it was just a mouthful of mango ice, this guy Rong Min could eat it so ambiguously and lustfully, Xie Jing quickly pulled the spoon back from Rong Min's mouth.

"Eating like this, is it really so delicious?" Xie Jing muttered pretendingly, and turned around with his back to Rong Min, because he didn't have to face Rong Min face to face, after turning around, Xie Jing's tense back could finally relax a little.

Rong Min smiled knowingly, but didn't expose it.

He propped his hands on the ground, and with an effort, he easily hugged Xie Jing tightly from behind, "What are you looking at?"

Xie Jing turned the stack of materials to another page, "It's about a group called Brave Entrepreneurship. I didn't expect them to be quite capable and have won many awards."

Rong Min thought for a moment, remembered that this was the club that had sent him an invitation but was rejected by him, raised his eyebrows, and his voice could not help revealing a trace of chill, "Are they going to bother you?"

Xie Jing remembered Zou Kaile's cautious expression when facing him, and scratched his hair, "No, just let me show you this."

"I don't have time." Rong Min didn't even think about it.

Xie Jing glanced at him unhappily, "He let me see it too."

"Huh?" Dark and deep swirls rolled up in Rong Min's eyes, he closed them and opened them again, the surging emotions were immediately covered under the calm eyes.

"Thank you Jing, thank you Jing." Rong Min called out his name eagerly, while rubbing the side of Xie Jing's face with the tip of his nose, his hot and humid breath sprayed on his skin, Xie Jing's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Tell me, what's her name? What does she look like? I really want to know, tell me quickly."

Xie Jing propped his hands on the low table in front of him, barely supporting his body that was almost limp into a puddle of water, distracted, "I, I don't remember."

Rong Min let out a chuckle of unknown meaning from his throat, but the big hand resting on Xie Jing's waist reached into his clothes without hesitation, caressing the tight and greasy skin wantonly.

"Then let me help you think about it. How tall is she? Up to your chin, the shoulders are still the same height? Does she have long hair or short hair, and is her voice sweet?"

"I don't remember, I really don't remember." Xie Jing shook his head frantically.

But Rong Min still didn't intend to let him go, his hot palm moved around on the slightly cool skin, causing a slight tremor.

In a hurry, Xie Jing turned around and slapped Rong Min's face, neither light nor heavy, "I said I don't remember, I don't want to remember, I'm too lazy to remember, I don't want to remember, why should I remember who she is, Why?"

Rong Min didn't care about being slapped by Xie Jing at all, but suddenly became happy because of his words.He held Xie Jing's face and kissed the tears that were forced from his eyelashes.

Xie Jing wanted to push his head away, Rong Min was still unyieldingly chasing the two rows of curled up fans, Xie Jing didn't look at him, he raised his hand and slapped him again.

Rong Min grinned and put his face close to Xie Jing's face with flushed cheeks on both sides, signaling that he could hit him again if he wanted to vent his anger.

He got up from the floor, turned around and entered the bedroom, Rong Min worried that someone might not open the door at night, so he quickly followed in.

The evening wind came in through the gaps in the tightly closed windows, perched under the cracks in the bedroom door, and eavesdropped on the blushing voices inside.As for the half-eaten bowl of mango ice, just melt it, anyway, no one will think of it anymore tonight.

The birdsong in the early morning awakened Rong Min from the chaos, the first moment he opened his eyes, he reached out to grab the people around him, knowing that his heart would be at peace only when he touched a warm body.

Xie Jing lazily closed his eyelids halfway, his eyes chasing the colorful light and shadows of the sun on the curtains.

Rong Min turned over and hugged Xie Jing into his arms, the tip of his nose was instantly filled with the fragrance from Xie Jing's body, Rong Min couldn't help sighing: "It smells so good!"

Xie Jing felt his scalp go numb when he heard this sentence, and couldn't help raising his arm to sniff, and said with certainty: "The milk smell is the smell of the shower gel you bought."

He suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his face sideways and sniffed between Rong Min's neck, "You used to have a smell of, uh, camellia." But I don't know when, this flower fragrance has become weaker and weaker. , is now almost unscented.

The smile on the corner of Rong Min's mouth faded instantly, he hugged Xie Jing's waist tightly, buried his head in Xie Jing's slender shoulder, and his voice came out from there, "I don't like that smell, Didn't like it at all."

His long hands and long legs hugged Xie Jing tightly and did not let go, like a child coquettishly holding a beloved toy.

Xie Jing didn't expect Rong Min to have such a reaction. For a moment, he had no thoughts in his mind, only wanting to satisfy all the wishes of the person behind him.

He stretched out his hand to firmly hold Rong Min's palm that was attached to his lower abdomen, and his tone was unconsciously soft, "That's fine, I don't like it either."

"I like the smell of you, very much."

Xie Jing fiddled with Rong Min's hair like a hair, and ran his fingers through the somewhat hard hair roots, "We will use this scent from now on."

Rong Min hugged Xie Jing and turned over, pressed him firmly under his body, smiled slightly, and said, "Then let's start."

"Huh?" Xie Jing didn't realize it, he meant that both of them could use the same shower gel in the future.

"There is only one way to make us all have the same taste." It is total possession.

If two people can really blend into one, then the taste will definitely be the same.This is Rong Min's idea.

Xie Jing's pajamas were easily untied, and the traces of last night's intense entanglement were still on the skin, speckled, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky.

"This..." Before Xie Jing opened his mouth to refute, Rong Min's pressed lips took away all the words.