After Bai Yueguang came back, the substitute left

Fu Shiwen's hair was tough and slightly hard. Lin Yu liked his hair, it was black and thick, and each strand was distinct, unlike his hair, which was soft and unstyled.

The tips of her hair fluttered, and Lin Yu couldn't help but blush from Fu Shiwen's handsome profile in the mirror.

Why are you so good-looking, sir?

She has a good-looking face and a good-looking body, even... Lin Yu blushed and thought, Mr. is really superior everywhere.

Lin Yu said in a low voice, "Sir, the company must be very busy recently, and you always work overtime. Shall I give you a head massage?"

Fu Shiwen didn't speak.

Lin Yu knew that meant tacit consent.

He knew that Fu Shiwen was very tired at work and always worked overtime, so he specially went to learn a little massage.

Lin Yu's thin white fingers shuttled through the black hair with comfortable strength, and the man closed his eyes comfortably.

Even though they've been married for almost a year, Fu Shiwen sometimes treats him a little coldly. Lin Yu doesn't know why, but he thinks that the husband should have something in his heart.

Lin Yu didn't ask much, he believed that when the husband wanted to tell him, he would definitely tell him.

When the soft fingertips massaged behind the ears, Fu Shiwen suddenly opened his eyes and pressed his hand.

Lin Yu asked softly, "Sir, am I too strong?"

The young man in the mirror has a fair complexion, ruddy lips, and beautiful big eyes that are clear with some water vapor, anxious and restless, like a rabbit.

"No." Fu Shiwen's voice was low and hoarse, and he pulled Lin Yu onto his lap.

Lin Yu felt the hardness under his buttocks almost immediately, and his ears turned red, he shrank his shoulders slightly uneasy, "Sir——"

"Don't move." Fu Shiwen hugged Lin Yu's slender waist, slammed his chin on his shoulder and neck, closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light.

He looked tired.

However, Lin Yu felt as if he was sitting on a volcano, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He couldn't ignore the thing under his butt——

Move your butt a little bit, it should be fine, right?

Lin Yu moved his butt carefully and slowly.

Fu Shiwen frowned slightly, opened his eyes, held the young man's slender waist with his big hands, and lifted him up. Lin Yu sat back in the distance again.

He said in a low voice, "You want it again?"

Lin Yu opened his eyes slightly, and his snow-white neck was stained with a beautiful light pink.

no...

Fu Shiwen chuckled, and there was a bit of teasing in his dark eyes. He stared at the young man's rosy lips in the mirror, and his eyes were a little more profound.

Lin Yu's lips were beautiful and distinctive, full and ruddy, with slightly upturned corners.

Fu Shiwen raised his hand, and slowly stroked the young man's lips with his fingertips. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct phalanges, and his movements were gentle.

The young man's lips became more and more red. Fu Shiwen held Lin Yu's beautiful chin, forcing him to turn around, kissed the young man's lips, and with the other finger, he unbuttoned the young man's clothes one by one.

This gentle and tender kiss made Lin Yu a little breathless, but he was also a little greedy for this feeling.

Mr. rarely kisses him.

At least the husband never kissed him when he was not drunk.

This is the first time.

Fu Shiwen gently kissed Lin Yu's eyes, very gentle and pious, this feeling made Lin Yu feel a little strange, but also a little greedy, feeling that today's husband is extraordinarily gentle, just like kissing a lover.

Fu Shiwen hugged the person in his arms and whispered, "An Cheng..."

Lin Yu was dazed by the kiss, "Sir, I didn't hear what you said clearly..."

Fu Shiwen stopped his movements as if he woke up instantly.

Lin Yu didn't know what he did wrong, which made Mr. suddenly lose his temper. He asked in an uneasy whisper, "Sir, what did I do wrong?"

Fu Shiwen stared at Lin Yu.

Fakes are always fakes, even if they look alike, they don't sound the same.

He said coldly: "Don't talk."

Lin Yu quickly closed his mouth and nodded obediently.

Fu Shiwen carried the boy into the bedroom with a cold face, and threw the boy on the bed without any sympathy.

The mattress was slightly hard, and Lin Yu hurt a little from the fall, but Lin Yu was both happy and a little scared at the thought of getting closer to Mr. Neng.

He blushed and asked in a low voice: "Sir, can you be lighter? Yesterday..."

The swollen place yesterday has not subsided yet.

But Fu Shiwen rudely interrupted the boy, frowned and said, "Shut up."

It's not the same as soon as you speak.

Lin Yu covered his mouth.

Fu Shiwen frowned again, "Don't cover your mouth."

The voice is not the same, but the mouth is the most similar place.

The night is long.

The boy's white hands tightly gripped the bed, the pain made his face turn pale, and his forehead was sweating. Unfortunately, the person on his body didn't notice it, and continued to violence, as if he was venting.

It doesn't matter the pain point, he can bear it, as long as the husband is happy.

The boy thought to himself.