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Apart from Shen Mingan, none of the Shen family survived.

Shen Ming'an lost his parents suddenly at such a young age, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying. When he was in a state of desperation, it was Wang Xingyan who helped organize the Shen family's funeral and brought him homeless back to the Wang family.

Although he called Wang Xingyan his uncle, he was not related to Wang Xingyan.

The reason why he had been to Wang's house before and met Wang Xingyan was because Shen's father had saved Wang Xingyan's life, and the two had a very good personal relationship.

Wang Xingyan contracted a serious disease when he was in his twenties, and his life was dying. He invited famous doctors from all over the world to come to see him, but he didn’t see any cure. Later, he found Renxintang. Wang Xingyan's disease was something he had never seen before. In order to cure Wang Xingyan, Shen's father devoted himself to research for more than half a month, and spent day and night dispensing medicine in the pharmacy.

A few months later, Wang Xingyan recovered from his illness. To express his gratitude, he invited Shen Mingan's family to visit his home. It was Shen Mingan's first visit to the Wang family.

Father Shen and Wang Xingyan were about the same age, and they got along very well. Afterwards, Shen Mingan was often led by his father to Wang Xingyan's house.

In conclusion, Wang Xingyan had saved Shen Ming'an. On the day when the Shen family was in trouble, Shen Ming'an ran out without hesitation. If Wang Xingyan hadn't forcefully covered him to prevent him from making a sound, and was discovered by those people, he would have died without a doubt.

In all fairness, Wang Xingyan did not treat Shen Mingan badly.

Wang Xingyan is a businessman with a rich family background, but Shen Mingan doesn't know what he does specifically. It seems that he is involved in all kinds of businesses. He is an old friend of his father, and Shen Mingan respects him very much.

He was brought back to Wang's house. Wang Xingyan treated him like a parent and child. He was very well fed and clothed. He also often enlightened him so that he should not always think about the passing of his parents. His mother desperately protected him, so she must hope that he could Live well.

Wang Xingyan followed him in many things, except in some places, Wang Xingyan was very stubborn.

He replaced the bedding and pillowcases in Shen Ming'an's room with pure white ones, white as a thousand waves of snow, with very thin dark golden threads pressed on them.

Wang Xingyan did not know where to find a thin and long red rope. A small bell was tied to the red rope, and it was wrapped around Shen Mingan's wrists, stroking his knuckles inch by inch while winding, Eyes obsessively sighed: "Your hands are so beautiful."

Shen Ming'an's skin is white and delicate, his wrist bones are slender, and although they haven't fully grown, his knuckles are slender, shining white against the background of the rough red rope.

The red rope was a little tight, and Shen Mingan's wrists would turn red when he moved. Sometimes he was so painful that he wanted to untie the rope, but Wang Xingyan refused, and his attitude was very tough. Shen Mingan must listen to him.

Shen Mingan found it strange. He also asked Wang Xingyan why he wore a red string for him. Wang Xing was vague and said perfunctorily that it was a custom in their hometown. Wearing a red string could allow the soul of the deceased to find his family, and it would not work if he took it off. .

Shen Mingan believed it was true, and obediently wore it every day.

During the days when the bones of Shen's father and mother were buried, the scene of his parents' death disturbed Shen Mingan's eyes every night until dawn, but since the day he was brought back to the Wang family by Wang Xingyan, he has slept soundly almost every night. .

Incense was lit in the bedroom, and he felt sleepy as soon as he walked into the bedroom. After falling asleep, he had no consciousness at night. In the past, he basically never stayed in bed. He slept in a strange environment, and he woke up very late every day.

One night he woke up from a nightmare, staring blankly at the top of the bed. After gradually calming down, he found that his hand was being wiped by Wang Xingyan, and the red string in his hand was scattered among the white quilts.

Wang Xingyan hadn't noticed that Shen Mingan was awake yet, so he wiped it very carefully, wrapped a plain white handkerchief on Shen Mingan's fingers, wiped off the stickiness on his fingers one by one, rubbed them back and forth repeatedly, for a long time , until Shen Mingan's fingers were rubbed red and hot.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Shen Mingan sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes with the other hand, and asked him puzzled.

Wang Xingyan saw him waking up coldly, and before he could stop the infatuated look of staring at his hand, he squeezed Shen Mingan's hand and blurted out: "Why did you wake up?"

He ignored Shen Mingan's words, reluctantly let go of his hand, stroked the hair on the top of his head, and said in a soft voice, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Shen Mingan nodded.

Wang Xingyan told him to sleep, and touched the incense in the room with a small gold stick, and said to him: "Go to sleep."

Shen Mingan retracted his hands to the side of his face, and smelled a lingering salty smell from his hands.

The aroma rose, and he couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.

Later, Shen Mingan found out that it was the problem of the incense, which had a strong smell. He thought that it might be the incense that soothes the nerves, and he didn't want to dispel Wang Xingyan's good intentions. Fragrance mixed in.

He still burns incense every night, but he doesn't sleep so deeply.

At night, Shen Mingan was woken up by the tight red string on his fingers.

He buried half of his face in the pillow, opened his eyes secretly, and saw Wang Xingyan who was sitting by the bed, winding the red rope around his fingers one by one. The rope passed through his palm and tied the end of the rope around his wrist. , the small brass bell tied to the rope was placed on the wrist bone.

Shen Mingan didn't know what he was doing, so he didn't dare to make a sound.

Wang Xingyan seemed to be very satisfied with Shen Mingan's hand tied with a red rope. After rubbing it several times, he took a jar of honey from the bedside, dug a large spoonful of it with a spoon, and evenly spread it on his hand tied with a red rope. rope on hand.

Thick honey dripped continuously from his hands, Wang Xingyan lowered his head, opened his mouth to enclose Shen Mingan's fingers.

The wet, slippery tongue began to lick from his fingertips, and the tongue moved up and down on Shen Mingan's finger, licking very delicately, as if tasting the sweet honey spread on his finger , quickly took his finger into his mouth, licked the root of his finger, and then used his teeth to pull and bite the red rope wrapped around the root, the rough tongue coating licked the back of his hand, and the tip of his tongue was between the fingers and kept sweeping move.

Shen Ming'an felt a chill in his heart, Wang Xingyan licked all the honey off his hands, making his whole hands wet.

The red rope tied to his hand also turned dark red because of the water. Wang Xingyan wrapped one hand around Shen Mingan's hand and stroked it one by one. With the other hand, he lifted his robe and held his lower body Quick shake.

Only then did Shen Mingan realize that he was not wearing pants.

Unspeakable nausea rose from his stomach, Shen Mingan's stomach convulsed and his throat twitched endlessly, it took a lot of effort to hold back the nausea after another and not vomit directly.

The sound of the bell was crisp and jingling. He could feel the scar on Wang Xingyan's tiger's mouth rubbing against his own hand. This action lasted for about a stick of incense.

After a stick of incense, along with Wang Xingyan's heavy panting, something poured onto Shen Mingan's hands.

After Wang Xingyan vented, the unknown voice in his throat became much more pleasant. He touched Shen Mingan's hand carefully and spread the fishy liquid on his hand. After a long time, he took out the veil Wipe his hands carefully.

Just like what Shen Mingan saw when he was awakened from a nightmare a few nights ago.

Wang Xingyan comes here almost every night, sometimes with honey, sometimes with cheese, sometimes with yogurt, most of which are very sticky, and after applying them on his hands, he licks them devoutly and obsessively.

When he woke up the next day, Wang Xingyan acted as if nothing had happened, and greeted him like an elder.

Shen Mingjian pressed his hand under the pillow while sleeping, and Wang Xingyan would forcefully lift it out. He hardly dared to sleep at night, but if he didn't pay attention, Wang Xingyan would increase the dose of incense and fall into a drowsy sleep.

Shen Ming'an was disgusted, and wanted to speak directly to Wang Xingyan several times, and then thought that when his parents were buried, he didn't understand anything. It was Wang Xingyan who did his best to help him with the funeral and deal with the Shen family's mess, not to mention that he had saved himself once.

He was grateful for Wang Xingyan's friendship, and he never said it out loud, but more than once, after Wang Xingyan left, he looked at his hand in disgust, trembling uncontrollably, leaning on the side of the bed with nausea and retching.