black velvet

The moonlight by the bed just swayed all night.

It wasn't until the dawn of the sky that he secretly hid in the clouds, leaving behind a charming room.

In a daze, Chu Yao felt herself being hugged.

The man's strong arms supported him, and warm water washed over his limp and tired body.Chu Yao only slightly opened his eyes to take a look halfway, and fell asleep again with peace of mind.

Being obedient and dependent, Yu Xiangrong's wiping movements became softer and gentler.

When the two returned to the bed again, Yu Xiangrong realized that it was almost time for him to go to work.

Hululu, the boy in the bed, slept soundly, but Yu Xiangrong didn't feel sleepy at all, and even felt that he was so energetic that he could go back to the company to give a fuck.

But forget it, have to squint for a while.

Yu Xiangrong thought to himself, now that he has someone he likes, he needs to strengthen his body.

Closing his eyes next to the boy, Yu Xiangrong couldn't help but see the voluptuous scene of being entangled by limbs and wantonly taking in his mind just now.

His Yaoyao... is so dynamic, he has to work hard.

Chu Yao took a long sleep.

When he was woken up by the vibration of his mobile phone, even his bones were soft, and it was difficult to lift his arms.

If I can't lift it, I won't lift it at all.A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, exposed to the cool air.

From the wrists to the shoulders, the scattered red marks are like weeping peaches, and the whiteness is pink, which makes the skin more delicate.

After groping for a long time, Chu Yao finally found the mobile phone from the bedside table where a bunch of things were placed.

Grabbing it, he shrank it back into the quilt together with his hand.

The bed next to him was empty, and Chu Yao didn't know when Yu Xiangrong left. He must have returned to work again.

They are all migrant workers, and Chu Yao understands them intellectually.

Even men are good enough.The bed was big and long-lasting, and the bed even helped him clean up his body. Chu Yao is now clean and refreshed. Never has he woke up so comfortable and beautiful this morning.

But rationally thinking so, Chu Yao still felt a little resentment emotionally.

snort!

Is he that unattractive?

Just got in touch last night, this person doesn't even miss it?

Is it so difficult to miss a day of work?Isn't it just a matter of asking for leave? !

Like him, he also has a class today...

Finished!

Chu Yao straightened up like a carp, and sat up from the bed.

It's over, he's going to work today!what time is it now? !

Before he had time to complain in his heart about a stinky bodyguard who ran away after eating, Chu Yao immediately opened his phone, planning to write a short [-]-word essay to the store manager to apologize and ask for leave.

Everyone in their store has a good relationship in private, but the store manager is one-sided at work.

If he violates the store rules, not only will he be named and criticized in the work group, but his performance and attendance bonus for this month will also be wasted!

woohoo.

He was still thinking about the stockings that had just been put on the cabinet!

Chu Yao was depressed, feeling really proud in love and frustrated in the workplace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tattered stockings still hanging at the foot of the bed, and Chu Yao felt even more pained.

hateful!

He paid too much for a shot!

It was almost noon at this time, when Chu Yao opened WeChat, he found that there were hundreds of unread messages.

Of course, most of them came from his little sister group, and a small part came from a few close colleagues.

[Lamb: Yaoyao, are you okay? ]

[Xiao Yang: If you have a cold, you should rest well, I will help you with your shift today, don’t worry~]

[Mika: Good guy, keep it hidden. ]

[Mika: When did you talk to someone?Don't even tell the sisters! ]

[Mika: Three good men in the new century. ]

[Mika: When I got to the store in the morning, I saw a dozen missed calls. ]

[Mika: I thought that whoever was taken advantage of would have to distribute the goods again, and I dialed it back excitedly for a long time, but I didn't expect that it was for you to ask for leave! ]

[Mika: Tsk tsk, you can tell by the voice that he is a handsome guy!hateful!Valentine's Day's performance has been fully charged by you in advance! ]

After reading it in a row, Chu Yao heaved a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed again.

Compared with the impatience just now, his expression now is more relaxed and relaxed, more turbulent and turbulent.

hum.

Fortunately, that stinky bodyguard has a bit of emotional intelligence.

Chu Yao hooked the corners of his mouth, happily answering the words of his colleagues one by one.

After replying, he exited the chat interface.Only then did Chu Yao realize that there were several unread red dots at the top of the page.

06: 30.

[Yu Xiangrong: Yaoyao, I went to work. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: Sleep more. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: I boiled hot water in a thermos and put it on the bedside table. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: If you wake up and feel uncomfortable, please contact me. ]

wood.

Chu Yao cursed secretly.

He moved his eyes to the bedside table.

He said why he touched so many things just now.

The thermos, the thermometer, the small bag he carried yesterday... Even the messy wig from last night was neatly placed on it by the man!

"puff."

Chu Yao imagined how Yu Xiangrong was seriously smoothing out his wig.

Can't help laughing.

08: 45.

[Yu Xiangrong: Yaoyao, are you awake? ]

[Yu Xiangrong: Are you going to work today? ]

09: 10.

[Yu Xiangrong: Don't get up if you feel uncomfortable. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: I will ask for leave for you. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: Wake up and contact me. ]

09: 48.

[Yu Xiangrong: Please take a good leave. ]

11: 20.

[Yu Xiangrong: Are you still awake? ]

[Yu Xiangrong: I want to accompany the boss to a meeting, but I can't come at noon. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: I ordered takeaway for you. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: I let the door open, you can eat after getting up. ]

A series of self-talking news.

It's like the situation when two people started chatting.

It's just that the characters are reversed.

Chu Yao bit her lip and read each item.

I couldn't help but turn to the very beginning and read it again.

whee.

Hee hee hee!

He kicked his two legs happily under the quilt several times, but accidentally pulled them behind and made a "hiss".

It was really cool last night, but the man's big thing is really big.

Fortunately, he has a delicate body, a soft body and extraordinary talent. He has survived the beginning, and the rest are all ecstasy and joy.

Chu Yao didn't dare to be too pretentious. After all, this kind of thing has a taste, and he has to raise his ass quickly before continuing to the next time.

have to say.

The thoughts of the two people who just confessed their intentions in this regard can be described as surprisingly consistent.

"Ding dong."

Chu Yao was about to return Yu Xiangrong's message, and the takeaway arrived first.

He struggled to get up, wrapped himself in a nightgown, opened the door and took it back.

A big bag of things is heavy to carry.Chu Yao thought the man had ordered some big meal for him, but when he opened it——

???

[Small grievance away: lunch.jpg]

[Small grievance: Brother, do you think I am confinement? ? ! ]

In the photo, there is a jar of black-bone chicken soup with angelica and red dates!

Yes.

Really a tank!

I don't know where the man ordered the food from, but a big porcelain jar was delivered directly!

Chu Yao's heartfelt emotion turned into an ellipsis.

in this world.

Why are there such creatures as straight men? !

Even the straight man who was bent by him is still unstoppable!

but……

Chu Yao complained, but sat down at the dining table with a particularly honest body.

Pick up the large spoon that came with it and take a sip.

Well, it's pretty tasty.

The person at the other end came back after a while, and he should have temporarily escaped from the boss.

[Yu Xiangrong: If you don't confine yourself, you still have to drink. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: I asked, it nourishes Qi and blood. ]

Chu Yao felt that he was finished.

He obviously hated this kind of serious and boring answer the most before.

Seeing it now, he actually, unexpectedly finds it very cute, and... very useful? !

see hell.

Chu Yao covered his face and let out a groan, all he could do was vent his uneasiness on the man.

Blame this man!He was the one who made himself feel wrong!

[Small wronged Yao: Oh, so you made me bleed last night? ]

[Little wronged Yao: I said it hurts so much to wake up in the morning. ]

[Little grievance away: woo woo woo. ]

The other end got stuck for a while before hesitatingly replied.

[Yu Xiangrong: It should be... not. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: Don't cry, me]

[Yu Xiangrong: I'm sorry Yaoyao. ]

[Yu Xiangrong: How about going to the hospital?I'll ask the boss for a vacation, you wait for me]

Chu Yao realized that he was teasing people too much, so he quickly called him.

Picked up there immediately.

"Yaoyao? Does it hurt? Don't get up, wait for me to come..."

The man's voice was a little low, as if there were other people beside him.

But Chu Yao could clearly hear the nervousness in the words.

He sat at the dining table, stirred the chicken soup with one hand, and interrupted Yu Xiangrong with the microphone in the other.

"Just kidding, idiot."

Chu Yao gently blew away the oil slick on the chicken soup, "It doesn't hurt that much."

"You go to work well."

"……it is good."

Hearing what he said, Yu Xiangrong, who was on duty at the door of the restaurant, was relieved, and his expression returned to calm.

It made the big boss who was eating in the house cast a strange glance at Yu Xiangrong.

The bodyguard he hired, who has always been serious and steady, still has moments of panic?

"have you eaten?"

Yu Xiangrong asked over the phone.

"Not yet," he replied sternly, "wait until the boss finishes eating."

"Our Brother Arong is so pitiful."

Chu Yao deliberately drank the soup, gurgling.

"It hurts."

Yu Xiangrong obviously didn't care about what he said, but he still wanted to hear a few more words from the person on the other end of the phone.

Chu Yao lived up to his expectations and continued.

"You ordered such a big tank for me, I can't finish it."

"Come here at night and destroy it yourself."

"I don't keep overnight dishes in my house, hum."

"Did you hear me?"

If he was not still standing guard, Yu Xiangrong would have wished to go back to Chu Yao's house now to complete the order.

But at this moment, he could only follow the words of his sweetheart.

"Ah."

"Come over after get off work."

"Anything else you want to eat tonight? I'll buy it together."

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I don't often write words at ordinary times, I am afraid of interrupting everyone's interest in reading the text.

But after the first few chapters were published, some comments made me uncomfortable, so I will briefly explain my personal thoughts.

Each author's style, writing habits, and wording and sentence making are different. I think this is the unique identity of the author.As a reader reading the text, you can have preferences, and you can choose not to read it if you don't like it. Both fw and ht have many powerful teachers and wives who write well, straightforward, dirtytalk, exciting, one-time driving, and you can enjoy reading in your favorite style.

But there is really no need to comment and dislike it after reading the article, it must make others unhappy.

As an author, a work is inherently a personal product.Its content, its words, and everything it presents contain the emotions that the author himself wants to express.The product I created is not intended to satisfy everyone. It may not be perfect, or it may not be loved by some people, but I am happy to write, and I hope that people who can accept this style will have fun reading it. enough.

There was no plan to write the last chapter, and it was originally a direct transition to today's chapter.I rushed out yesterday and added an extra chapter, just because I didn't want to disappoint some readers who have been chasing the update and want to see the real "sex".

But to be honest, I personally don't like to write about "doing" itself.Because for me it is the most primitive rhythm of human beings, moving around, what is there to write about?What I want to express more is "love".

Through their small movements, their eyes, their dialogues, the sparks they collide with, whether it is rhetoric, metaphor or other descriptions, it is just for people who read the text to feel it.

In fact, every time I see a message about looking forward to meat, I feel a little scared.Every time you write the plot, you have more fun and more meat.Because the meat itself is similar with minor differences, it is very difficult to make everyone not bored and the content not boring and the same, and it is difficult to pass the description.

I prefer the natural intimacy of the characters, blending along the flow of emotion.

When it's time for them to have sex, that naturally leads to great content.

My dream is to create my own unique work, so I will try various things in the writing process, including content, wording and writing style.

Creation itself is not a cookie-cutter thing. I hope that the stars in the starry sky I draw will shine. Each one is very cute, but they all have different lights.

If I am still writing the same thing after ten years of writing, then I feel that writing is meaningless to me, and I will look for something more valuable.

I frankly accept everyone's opinions and suggestions on the content of the work itself, but I do not accept subjective criticisms that are not convincing and have no standards for personal style (such as poor metaphors and awkward descriptions).

I don't think it's a two-way respect between writer and reader.

I only say it here once, and I won’t say it again.All subsequent works will be written according to my own ideas, which should be fleshy and vegetarian.The strange metaphor will be used, and the straightforward description will be written.

It would be a pity if some people who were looking forward to long-form meat and want to watch action movies were disappointed.I'm not a butcher, I'm just a normal guy who wants to write a good story.For those who don't like my writing style, there is really no need to force yourself to read it.

Writing itself is a power generation for love for me now, so I want to write what I love to write.If one day it becomes a commodity, then of course people who buy it can comment on it and ask for after-sales service.But now, sorry, I will fold or delete comments that make me uncomfortable again.

In the end, I hope you all enjoy watching.

This article is coming to an end. I didn’t expect it to be so long. Overall, the process was very pleasant.I have read everyone's messages. I am usually busy with work and have few replies. Sorry~

Love each of you!