Lock me up and break up

21

Little writer: Is it too late for me to escape?

Don't ask, it must be too late.

The boyfriend smiled slightly, "You choose, choose three, we will try tonight."

The little writer's face turned red immediately. He knew that he was the kind of person who had too much theoretical experience but practical ability was close to zero. The little writer could feel his whole face glowing without looking in the mirror. Burn, if possible, he even wanted to dig a hole and bury himself, the little writer said sullenly, "Can I not choose... I'm not really interested... You know... I'm in the novel Writing these here... is just for the needs of the plot and the needs of the characters..."

The boyfriend raised his eyebrows and exposed the little writer's lies, "Aren't these your XP? Are you talking about it yourself? I still remember which article and chapter it was in. Would you like me to translate it for you?" You see?"

Well, this time I jumped into the Yellow River and I can't wash it off, the small writer thought tearfully.

The little writer was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, so he blushed and went to pick a toy from the carton.

"Hurry up." The boyfriend stood behind the little writer with a smile and urged, "If you have difficulty choosing, I can help you make a decision."

After choosing, the little writer looked at the toys in his hand and felt that they were very hot. Then he turned his head and stuffed them all into his boyfriend's arms, as if shaking off three huge hot potatoes.

The boyfriend who took the toy looked normal, and even had a playful smile on his mouth.

The boyfriend turned off the bright chandelier, and then turned on the small yellow table lamp on the bedside table. The dim, warm light shrouded the two of them like a layer of yellow veil, creating a hazy beauty.

Then the boyfriend involuntarily kissed the little writer's hand, from the bedside to the bed.

After the deep kiss, both of them gasped violently.

The lust in the eyes and the warm light complement each other, beautiful and vivid.

The little writer's chest heaved violently due to lack of oxygen, and during the interval of panting, he asked, "Aren't you going to take off your glasses today?"

"Don't you like 1 with glasses?" The boyfriend hooked his lips, "Golden glasses? A refined scum?"

"Okay, stop talking!" The little writer didn't want to listen to his boyfriend analyze his XP any more, so he took the initiative to kiss him in order to stop his mouth.

Adult happiness is that simple.