Don't miss the time when I love you

a week later.

He missed An Yan like he was poisoned, and sometimes the sudden miss made Bin Hong's heart tense and he was about to suffocate.

His silhouette is everywhere, he can't do anything, he feels that he has become disabled, and he feels unspeakably uncomfortable, a feeling he has never felt before!

He remembered that he said that he didn't know when he became hypocritical, and he wanted to give this sentence to himself again!

Bin Hong took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the window to look at the snow-covered city, cursing himself in his heart for being worthless!

"It's just a man" An ordinary man, an ordinary but extremely cute man.

Ding ding ding. . .

Bin Hong's cell phone rang, and he took it out to look. On the screen, An Yan's name was like a thread pulling his heart fiercely.

Bin Hong's heart was tense, and his heart was beating wildly. He adjusted his breathing, cleared his throat, his fingers were trembling with excitement, he answered the phone, and whispered "Hello".

"Boss" An Yan's shy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"..." Bin Hong was at a loss for words for a moment, unable to find anything to talk about.

"..." An Yan on the other end was also silent.

for a long time. . .Neither of them spoke, and it was satisfying to enjoy listening to each other's breathing on the phone!

An Yan said first, "I made soup, and my mother said she didn't want to drink it, so I thought, I want to send it to you."

"Oh, do you want to send it to the company?" Bin Hong twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.

Even if it was the soup his mother didn't drink, he picked up the soup that he didn't really want to pick up, but he could see that all of An Yan's reluctance seemed to have become illusory.

"Um"

Bin Hong raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "But it's time to get off work, you can send it to my apartment!"

"Huh?" Before An Yan could answer, Binhong hung up the phone.

In the apartment, An Yan sat on the sofa with his hands on his lap, feeling uneasy as if he was going to a company interview for the first time.

Unnaturally, Bin Hong held An Yan's chicken soup and aimed at An Yan who had a complex expression beside him.

"It's delicious." Bin Hong picked up the chicken soup in the white porcelain bowl with dark patterns, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Then let's have more." An Yan tilted his head, took the white porcelain bowl in Binhong's hand, touched it with his fingertips, and a warm stream of heat like sunshine ran through his whole body, so comfortable.

An Yan felt the temperature of Binhong's fingers, quickly lowered her head, opened the thermos and poured out the fragrant chicken soup.

Bin Hong took the bowl of chicken soup from An Yan's hand and said, "Your fingers are cold!"

"Yeah." An Yan nodded, not saying anything more!

Bin Hong was at a loss as he looked at the chicken soup in the bowl. The eloquent man was once again suffocated by An Yan. He raised his head and drank the chicken soup, probably because he was a little distressed and the force in his hand was too strong. Chicken soup rippling down his cheeks and turtleneck sweater "Fuck."

"Why are you so careless?" An Yan heard Bin Hong's curse, and quickly sat next to him and wiped the chicken soup from his face with his hands, "It also spilled on the clothes".

An Yan grabbed the collar of his turtleneck sweater for fear that the chicken soup would flow into his neck and scald him, "Is it too hot, huh?"

An Yan's inquiry didn't wait for his answer, and when he realized something, his hand almost reached into his clothes from the neckline, and Bin Hong watched his movements with wide eyes.

"I," An Yan wanted to take back his hand but was held back by Bin Hong, and there were burning fireworks burning deep in his tender eyes.

"Your chicken soup is delicious." Bin Hong approached An Yan, exhaling hot air on his face, with the aroma of chicken soup.

"Thank you!" An Yan leaned back in fear and dodged, picked up the thermos and wanted to leave, because Bin Hong's eyes were too scary, like the clues before the outbreak of a wild beast, he really wanted to escape "I'm leaving!"

Bin Hong grabbed An Yan who got up and was about to leave, and with a little force on his hand, An Yan sat firmly on his lap, looking at him with terrified eyes, "You...I just want to give you soup!"

Bin Hong threw aside the thermos he was holding in front of his chest, leaned down and sniffed the smell on his neck, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "But I think you are more delicious than soup."

"I, I don't eat well." An Yan shrank her neck, she was about to cry, she put her little hand on Bin Hong's strong chest, and looked sideways at his greedy expression.

"Fool" Bin Hong laughed and stroked his hair.

"You're the fool." Seeing Bin Hong laugh, An Yan bravely resisted and pushed him away.

In the next second, Bin Hong tightened his arms and hugged him tightly, and Bin Hong pursed his lips and approached his lips.

"Bin Hong, you're a hooligan!" An Yan's hand was clamped on his chest, unable to exert any strength, she twisted her body trying to stop him from moving, "Hooligan!"

"Haha, idiot," Bin Hong responded without showing weakness when he heard An Yan's words.

"Rogue, rogue" replied bluntly.

Bin Hong smiled, his eyes changed from teasing to extremely serious, affectionate, gentle like water, and said "fool" in a doting low voice!

"..." An Yan finally had no ability to resist, her limp body leaned against the man's arms, closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the man's affectionate kiss.

The four lips were touching, his lips were as soft and sweet as cotton candy, making him suck, allow, roll, lick, lick lingeringly.

His lips trembled a little, he was a little at a loss, and he foolishly allowed him to invade.

"Well," a subdued groan, as if inviting him to do more, Bin Hong carefully put his hand into his clothes and moved around, for fear of startling the deer in his arms.

His hands were rough and warm, and the places he touched were hot and extremely comfortable.

"Well, Binhong," he was calling his name, how could it sound so nice, and wanted to hear it again.

"Call me, don't stop." Bin Hong let go of his lips, lifted his T-shirt and got into his clothes to ask for it.

"Ah, Bin Hong, Bin Hong, Bin Hong," the thin body was teased by him like a big furnace, and his abdomen was burning and uncomfortable, "It's uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable, Bin Hong".

Bin Hong took a grape in his chest, licked it, licked it, and swirled his tongue around, unwilling to leave. He held the limp An Yan with his hand for a long time before he got out of his clothes in satisfaction, and took his mouth again. Lips said, "Sure enough, it's delicious."

"Bin Hong," An Yan shook her head with moist eyes, "Stop bullying me!"

"But what to do, I can't stop!" Bin Hongheng picked him up and walked into the bedroom that was like a nightmare for An Yan.

Gently put him on the bed, took off his trousers and clothes, "This time I will be gentle and gentle."

Bin Hong's strong body pressed against An Yan's thin body, An Yan bit his lip with tears in his eyes, what else could he say at this moment!

Bin Hong saw the doubt in An Yan's eyes, and whispered "I promise".

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