After helping the protagonist escape from the lunatic, I was targeted [Through the Book]

Under the palm is Xie Weihan's steady heartbeat, as if connected by fine blood vessels, entangled with hot fingertips.

Yingrun's fingertips landed on the buttons of Shen Luyang's shirt, and the index and middle fingers twirled lightly, and the buttons were unbuttoned silently.

Shen Luyang's heartbeat also became faster, and his breathing became tighter and tighter, like a patient about to suffocate, trying to ignore the strangeness in his body.

Beside the cold white marble window sill, the dark red curtain seems to be moving without wind, like the boundary of an ancient castle, and like a red eye, staring evilly at the bright and pure moon.

The moonlight shrank into the clouds tremblingly, and the bedroom without lights fell into deeper darkness.

Shen Luyang finally regained his vision and lost half of it again. His vision was blurred and he lowered his head. In his vision, the pale skin was like a snake leading the way from hell. He opened the last button and pressed his palm on his chest, feeling the beating heartbeat.

The wet skin was covered by the water, and it was tightly attached to the palm. Shen Luyang bit his lips tightly, his back trembled, and he arched his body to avoid it, but he got closer because of the bending.

Swallowing with a dry throat, Shen Luyang looked at the pair of beautiful eyes covered by eyelashes, and was about to speak.

Xie Weihan, who was pressed under him, withdrew his hands, propped himself on the bed, easily broke free from the shackles, and sat up straight.

Shen Luyang slid from his lower abdomen to sit on his lap, the scent of red wine approached suddenly, his breathing stagnated, and then he took a more intense breath.

Xie Weihan raised his hand to press down on the back of his neck, half of his thick ink-like eyes were covered by lowered eyelashes, and he looked devout like a worshipper, tilting his head slightly, and slowly approached.

The moment Shen Luyang inhaled, kissed his lips.

The red wine in the air seemed to have warmed up, and a large amount of water vapor evaporated from the scorching heat, staining the corners of Shen Luyang's eyes red.

The fingertips on the back of the neck poked and pressed the glands, and a little pain was like a poisonous medicine, which made him open his mouth and grunt in pain, but he closed his mouth as if catering to the other party's tongue.

Xie Weihan's arm was across his waist, the blood vessels on his cold white skin were clearly visible, his muscles tensed slightly, and he pressed him into his arms.

The hot cocoa in the air spreads out and actively stirs in the S-class Alpha pheromone. The strong intoxication is wrapped in the sweetness of the liqueur chocolate and shakes gently.

As Shen Luyang wished, a large amount of pheromone condensed into a tiny liquid and fell on him, turning into little red water droplets, flowing down the back of the ears, the side of the neck, and the collarbone, leaving wet traces, which were wet. The white shirt, and Xie Weihan's shirt was wet as the two approached.

The staggered red spreads in the white, and it is unknown who infected whom, and who tamed whom.

Feeling that he was going to be out of breath, Shen Luyang pushed Xie Weihan away and lowered his head against his neck, his arms were tense, trembling irregularly in the mist of red wine, biting his lips and frowning.

For a moment, his pupils constricted, the insteps of his feet tensed up suddenly, pheromones occupied his thoughts, he lost consciousness for a short time, and finally fell heavily into Xie Weihan's arms, gasping for breath.

Xie Weihan squinted his eyes half-closed, the clear jaw line, and the neck where the teeth marks were bitten by an out-of-control dog were covered with a thin layer of emotional sweat. With a hoarse voice, she kissed Shen Luyang's ear lightly: "Is it better?"

Shen Luyang put his head on his shoulder, his back undulated greatly with his breathing, and shook his head vigorously.

His hands were still shaking, his fingertips hanging tremblingly by his side.

Xie Weihan said "um" in a gentle tone, Shen Luyang just let go of his heart, and the next second, a familiar "click" made the hairs all over his body explode.

The memory of that time swept through the brain like a tide, and the pain was so painful that he cried and called his father and mother to call his father before he stopped. In the end, the two legs were not his own, and he passed out until midnight. He didn't know when he would return to the hotel ...

Without even thinking about asking, relying on regaining his strength, Shen Luyang took advantage of the other party's inattention, dragged his crumpled suit and quickly climbed off him, crawling towards the door with both hands and feet—but couldn't pass.

The ankle was easily buckled, and he was pressed on the bed and couldn't move. Shen Luyang's face turned pale and he twitched twice but failed. It was the first time that he hated his long legs so much.

"Mr. Xie," his voice was trembling, and he looked back at the man who smiled gently at him, his heart trembling, "Mr. Xie, I... am not ready yet... my mother is waiting for me outside, and I will be here today Well... I'm leaving..."

Xie Weihan's eyes darkly fell on his uneasy and rolling Adam's apple, then retracted lightly, pursing his lips: "Afraid?"

Shen Luyang nodded frantically, and didn't care about his masculinity anymore. He tried to withdraw his foot while shaking his voice: "I'm afraid, I cried last time. Do you remember, I am such a tolerant person. If I wasn't really afraid, I couldn't cry..."

Such a delicate and beautiful hand, the place where it connects to the wrist bone looks fragile because of its beauty, but it can easily control the big dog that is trying to escape, and it will not move even if it kicks and kicks.

Shen Luyang struggled for a long time to no avail, he lost his temper and started talking to Xie Wei, not knowing whether it was out of courage or out of haste.

"Let's be reasonable, shouldn't we discuss this matter, I'm not ready yet! Believe it or not, I'm in a hurry with you—hey?"

With a muffled low laugh, he was dragged and turned over, his ankle tightened, one end of the tie that bound his eyes was tightly tied to his ankle, and the other end was tied by Xie Weihan. On the white wrist.

The strong contrast between wheat color and cool white, ankles and wrists made Shen Luyang's eyes turn red.

Seeing the situation in front of him clearly, Shen Luyang swallowed, and stammered to continue his anger: "While I, um, still want to reason with you, Xie Weihan, Teacher Xie... You'd better see clearly now— ——"

Shen Luyang raised his upper body slightly in disbelief, his pupils constricted, his slender fingers grabbed the sheet, and with a rapid syllable, he kicked his ankles and fell back on the bed in embarrassment.

It's like falling into a huge field of roses. The big one is not a field, but a flower. He fell on a blooming flower. The petals are soft and fragrant, like a silk quilt that is soft after drying. The petals closed, and he was completely enclosed inside, like the slippery scales of a fish.

He probably swims in the petals, like Alice's dream.

Shen Luyang was lying on the bed covered in hot sweat, his suit jacket was wrinkled beyond repair, and was thrown aside, the sweat and pheromones on his shirt were condensed into patches of bright red.

He stared blankly ahead.

Xie Weihan unfastened his watch, calmly ignored the traces of dirt on it, and put it on the bedside.

The coaxing look in his eyes made Shen Luyang lose his mind, and the pleasant voice penetrated into his ears like the singing of a siren.

In a trance, like a gentleman he admired, he made a somewhat offensive but satisfying request to him, and tempted him to agree.

"Yangyang, if you are afraid, you can close your eyes." His tone was gentle.

Before Shen Luyang struggled out of the temptation of beauty, he fell into the vortex of pain and happiness.

In the dying struggle, like an eagle about to spread its wings, it was brutally pressed to the ground by a hunter, its wings fluttered wildly but still could not escape the capture of the iron cage.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Luyang seemed to hear his cell phone ringing with tears in his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his mottled arm to take it, but the other party took it first.

When he was still at a loss, he pressed answer.

Shen Luyang's pupils shrank.

Ning Wanshu's gentle voice sounded: "Honey, are you still chatting? Do you want to go back with mom?"

Just as Shen Luyang was about to speak, he pressed a hand tightly on his mouth, covering all his voices.

He heard the man take a deep breath, suppressed his breath, and told Ning Wanshu in a calm and gentle voice that he was drunk, had fallen asleep now, and would personally send him home tomorrow.

Shen Luyang, who was forced to get drunk, frowned, his tears wet the fabric, and he was still trying to hear Ning Wanshu's voice on the receiver.

The time of the conversation seemed to be infinitely prolonged, and Shen Luyang never had a moment like this, hoping that the phone would automatically shut down immediately when it ran out of power.

he thought in a daze.

Mom, if there is really telepathy between mother and child, please call 120 for me, I may not survive tonight...

"You are welcome, I will definitely visit you in person when I have time."

The screen went off, and the light in the bedroom disappeared with it.

Shen Luyang only had his damn cell phone ringtone in his mind.

"...Saythatyouwanteveryday, thatyouwanteveryway...thatyouneed, gottripp'superpsycholove..."

……

The morning light fell on the messy bed through the curtains that were deliberately left gaps. Two slender men, one curled up on the side, the other hugged him tightly behind him, like hugging his other half of the soul.

The bedroom with classical European decoration style, dark red curtains, dark red and black quilt, and the dark blue tie loosely tied on the right wrist of the young man, mixed together, like a colorful oil painting.

Shen Luyang was so uncomfortable being pierced by the sun, he turned his head and rubbed against the pillow, subconsciously wanting to turn over.

The person behind him seemed to understand his thoughts all the time, the arms around his waist were loose, but unfortunately Shen Luyang still couldn't turn around——

The pain was instantaneous, and after several hours of sleep, there was no response, and when I moved suddenly, it suddenly rushed up.

He took a deep breath, frowned, and slowly opened his sore and swollen eyes.

What he saw was a scene completely different from his bedroom, and he was stunned for a while before letting his numb and dull brain turn slightly after being stimulated.

He is at Xie Weihan's house.

So thirsty, my overused throat is burning...

Shen Luyang raised his hand and pinched his throat, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the red-stained wrist and the "prominent record" tie on it.

……

lying down -

groove--

A bottle of oil was poured into the head, the dead nerves turned suddenly, and all kinds of memories appeared crowded in my mind, and the sound and color were thoughtfully matched.

Last night was really... amazing.

With the back of his neck wet, Shen Luyang leaned back trembling, and was embraced by Xie Weihan.

The voice that just woke up was hoarse and lazy, and it was indescribably sexy: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Shen Luyang was still immersed in the huge vortex of "how could I cry like that, how could I call him dad, how could I not be able to hold on...", evadingly smashed into the pillow, silently, and nodded like an ostrich.

The bare shoulders were kissed, and the person behind him sat up with his arms propped up. Shen Luyang, who was buried in the pillow, perfectly missed the opportunity to see Xie Weihan's figure, and did not raise his head until the other party calmly put on his pajamas.

The familiar sound of ceramics colliding sounded, and within a few seconds, a warm hand touched his ear, supported him when he raised his shoulders, and easily picked him up and leaned against his arms.

Shen Luyang couldn't accept such a weak self, so he gritted his teeth and sat up straight, took the initiative to pick up the ceramic cup, and gulped down the whole cup, only to feel that his dry and smoky throat felt a little better.

A man dares to act boldly, and he will drink water when he is thirsty.

The ear was kissed, Xie Weihan was gentle like two people from last night.

"I asked for leave today, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Shen Luyang was tickled by the kiss, turned his head, and bumped into a pair of dark eyes at close range.

That thick and beautiful face has returned to elegance and gentleness, restraint seems to be a habit engraved in the bones, and people can't help but want to see him out of control.

Shen Luyang swallowed hopelessly, his lips were dry.

He saw it.

He's... a little genius.

Looking at each other for a long time, Shen Luyang threw his head into the side of Xie Weihan's neck, and took a deep breath on the skin full of red wine fragrance.

It must be his, he is [-]% sure.

Thinking of this, Shen Luyang became energetic in an instant, kissed his cold white neck densely, and said vaguely: "Mr. Xie, I will be responsible for you."