My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

Jiang Huang rarely felt coy: "Don't wear it."

"No more?" Shen Xing raised his eyebrows, "What a pity."

Jiang Huang muttered, "Actually, it's not too pity."

Shen Xing thought about it for a while, and a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes: "That's okay if you don't wear it."

As he said that, he made a gesture to push the door.

Jiang Huang immediately put his knees and palms against the door panel: "No, no, no... I'll wear it, can I still wear it?"

Only then did Shen Xingyi let him go, and closed the door behind him with a chuckle.

Jiang Huang breathed a sigh of relief, recalling Shen Xingyi's serious tone and said an unserious thing just now, he couldn't help but blush and his heart beat.

After a long time of mental construction for himself, he reached out and picked up the clothes hanging on the doorknob.

To say that it is clothes is an exaggeration, all the fabrics add up to not make up half a summer T-shirt.

Jiang Huang gritted his teeth and didn't dare to look in the mirror. He hung up the black short skirt on his body, then pushed open the door and walked into the living room. He bowed his head and said to Shen Xingyi, "I'm alright."

He didn't wait for Shen Xingyi's response, he raised his head in doubt, and then his ears turned red because of the other party's undisguised gaze.

Shen Xingyi's eyes fell from Jiang Huang's shoulders, which were only hung by two black strings, to the hem of the skirt, which could not cover his thighs at all. When he spoke, his voice was lower than usual: "Come here."

Jiang Huang could feel his restlessness, and the surrounding air seemed to rise several degrees at once. He walked up to Shen Xingyi and called his senior brother.

He saw Shen Xingyi's hair fell between his eyebrows, and he reached out to help him brush it back, but he was grabbed by the wrist unexpectedly.

As soon as Shen Xing pulled forward with ease, Jiang Huang staggered and knelt down on the sofa, with his knees resting on the sides of Shen Xing's thighs, half riding and half sitting on the other's legs.

This posture made Jiang Huang unable to maintain his balance, and he subconsciously hooked Shen Xingyi's neck.

"Very good." Shen Xing twitched the corner of his mouth, stroking Jiang Huang's waist with his palm, and then continued down.

Jiang Huang's breathing became disordered, and he felt Shen Xing bury his head in his shoulder socket, and the high bridge of his nose brushed against his skin aggressively, leaving a faint itch.

Shen Xing kissed the child's neck, and put his hand into Jiang Huang's skirt.

Jiang Huang panted lowly, raised his face, his chin and neck formed a smooth arc, before he could react, Shen Xing had already pressed him on the sofa.

Shen Xing picked up his shoulder strap with one finger and loosened it, and hit Jiang Huang's shoulder with the elastic rope, making a "pop", leaving a light red mark.

Jiang Huang caressed Shen Xingyi's ears impatiently, his eyes were already steamed with emotion.

Shen Xing looked at Jiang Huang carefully, and then asked him, "Can we continue?"

Jiang Huang lowered his eyes and nodded, the red mole was covered by the shadow cast by his eyelashes.

As soon as Shen Xing looked at him, he lowered his voice and asked, "Who is your husband?"

Jiang Huang knew that he was caring about the recipient of the courier he wrote, and explained in a low voice: "I just wrote it casually."

Then he said with a little hesitation: "Brother, this is my first time."

Shen Xing paused for a moment, feeling that the timid kid who said this was very seductive. He didn't speak, but just lowered his head and held Jiang Huang's lips, sucking and grinding leisurely.

Jiang Huang's skirt was pushed to his chest, Shen Xingyi's touch made him tremble, and he covered his face with his hands.

Shen Xing looked funny: "Why, shy?"

Jiang Huang poked his eyes out from between his fingers. Although he didn't say anything, Shen Xing knew that the child had acquiesced.

He looked at Jiang Huang's body, stayed in some places for a while, and then said meaningfully: "It's very beautiful."

Jiang Huang covered his face even more tightly. Shen Xing had a bad intention. He didn't know where he touched him. Jiang Huang couldn't help moaning, and put his hand down to grab Shen Xingyi's hand.

Shen Xing raised his eyebrows and coaxed Jiang Huang: "Good boy, let go."

Jiang Huang can't remember what happened later. He can only think of Shen Xing holding his waist from behind and asking him to say something that would make people blush. On the side of his neck, he didn't have time to think about other things, the sensations in his body were magnified beyond recognition, clear pleasure, raging lust.

As soon as Shen Xing knew that the child would be tired, he didn't let him kneel all the time, and carried him to the bed for the second time. Jiang Huang looked at Shen Xing's handsome facial features cut out like ink paintings under the lamp, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed, thinking that it was so A cold person will also show this kind of possessive expression.

And it was him who made Shen Xingyi become like this.

The night was short, and when Jiang Huang was carried by Shen Xingyi to take a bath, the shapes of clouds could already be seen in the sky. He leaned on Shen Xingyi's chest in a daze, and heard the other party say, "Move to my place."

After a pause, he added, "Your bed is too narrow."

Jiang Huang was too sleepy and didn't have the strength to argue with Shen Xing, so he nodded indiscriminately as an agreement, but when he woke up at noon the next day, when he saw Shen Xingyi standing in front of his desk tidying up his things, he suddenly Aware of the problem: "Senior brother, you said yesterday that you let me live with you... are you serious?"

When he said "living together", he was still a little unaccustomed, so he couldn't help but stumbled.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Shen Xing turned to look at him.

Of course Jiang Huang didn't think that way, he had the impression that Shen Xingyi was a person who didn't know what it meant to be joking.

"Hey, what, I just want to ask, if I move there, can I still enjoy the freedom of being in my own home?" Jiang Huang asked pitifully.

As soon as Shen Xing put down the book in his hand, he leaned against the table and raised his chin at Jiang Huang: "For example?"

"For example, play games first and then do homework." Jiang Huang said honestly.

Shen Xingyi said with a good attitude: "No."

Jiang Huang seemed to be making a very difficult choice: "Then, then, I'd better not move there."

"Aren't you going to move there?" Shen Xing walked to the side of the child, leaned down and put his hand on his side, "I have your favorite game console, you can ask me math problems at any time, and the bed is very spacious..."

He said the last half of the sentence close to Jiang Huang's ear, and Jiang Huang blushed for a moment, and quickly buried his face in the quilt.

"Why are you shy?" Shen Xing pulled down the quilt and reached out to rub the child's earlobe.

Jiang Huang still wanted to fight for his own legal rights: "Senior brother, I'm actually quite reluctant to part with my own family..."

Before he could say anything about the conditions to be discussed later, Shen Xingyi took up the conversation: "Reluctant? How reluctant?"

Jiang Huang racked his brains, but he didn't think of any benefits of this small broken house that could be seen at a glance, so he said, "The main thing is, have you ever heard a saying that home is our warm harbor?"

As soon as Shen Xing raised his head and looked around thoughtfully, he said solemnly: "Well, it's a harbor of forty square meters."