Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

During dinner, He Qiutong was still wondering what Shen Chao meant by 'you are the one to cry tonight'.

He put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in Shen Chao's bowl flatteringly, and asked, "Mr. Shen, what did you mean by that sentence just now?"

Shen Chao knowingly asked: "Which sentence?"

"It's what you said that I have to cry tonight."

Under He Qiutong's watchful eyes, Shen Chao curled his lips and smiled, raising his eyelids to look at the little boy friend's ignorant expression.

"I'll just say it casually. Let's eat."

"Oh."

Tonight's dishes are all He Qiutong's favorite, and the taste is very good. After a while, he focused on eating. This little episode was left behind by him, and it didn't cause too much trouble.

After dinner, He Qiutong cleaned up the dishes and planned to wash the dishes as usual, but was stopped by Shen Chao, "Didn't the car ask you to help me bring something to the bedroom? Did you take it just now?"

He Qiutong slapped his forehead, then remembered this, and apologized: "Ah, I almost forgot. Then I'll go get things, Mr. Shen, do you want to wash the dishes?"

The man was noncommittal, nodded his chin towards the study, and motioned He Qiutong to go quickly.

It wasn't until the little boyfriend turned around and walked towards the study that Shen Chao narrowed his beautiful red phoenix eyes and smiled narrowly.

He Qiutong is looking for something according to what Shen Chao said before.

"The left side of the bookshelf...here, the second shelf..."

The bookshelves in Shen Chao's study room are very large. I don't know what kind of wood it is made of.

This bookshelf occupies almost the entire position of one wall, and it is filled with all kinds of different books. He Qiutong glanced at it roughly, and there are some he has heard of and some he can't understand at all.

And the far left of the bookshelf... This column does not display books, but some trophies and certificates that Shen Chao has won. The years are from near to far. Silver's top student.

His gaze flicked across, and finally landed on the second shelf.

On it is a dark red paper packaging box, gold wire outlines the dark lines of peach blossoms, along with the smudged coloring on the paper to form clusters of somewhat abstract peach blossoms, which has a somewhat retro flavor.

He Qiutong looked at the package and found it very familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen it. He shook his head and reached out to take out the box.

When he took out the box, he found that there was a familiar pink box in this compartment.

He Qiutong: "..."

Now he doesn't need to recall, the dark red box in his hand turned out to have a similar packaging style to the box that Shen Chao bought last time to hold a small pink leather whip.They are all the same gold thread, the same peach blossom dyeing.

Thinking of this, He Qiutong's whole body felt a little bit wrong, as if he was holding a hot potato in his hand-it didn't matter if he took it, or if he didn't take it.

He stood blankly in front of the bookshelf as if facing the wall for a long time, then raised his eyes again to look at the bookshelf which occupies most of the wall, but he didn't feel any "quaint atmosphere" or "brilliant inner beauty" anymore.

It's all Shen Chao's fault, why put this kind of thing on the bookshelf.If someone came to the study to discuss important matters, wouldn't it be possible to see it?

There is a box inside a row of book certificates. In case he is asked, "What award did you get, Mr. Shen?", wouldn't Shen Chao feel embarrassed?

Anyway, when he thought about it, he was almost ashamed, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in embarrassment.

He Qiutong blushed and took out the pink box inside, intending to talk to Shen Chao, but as soon as he opened the door of the study, he met the man standing outside.

"That's right, I know I've made an analogy. I've taken both boxes so that I won't have to make an extra trip." Shen Chao picked up a strand of her boyfriend's hair and twisted it in his hand to play with, and said again: "You're so cute."

He Qiutong was blushed by the frivolity that would pop up from time to time in the sinking tide, and wanted to put the back of his hand against his cheek to cool himself down, but the man pulled his wrist away before his hand even touched the skin of his cheek.

"Where are you going?"

"Didn't I ask you to take the box and put it in the bedroom? Of course it's time to go to the destination."

"..."

Shen Chao found the remote control of the air conditioner, set it to the hot air mode, and turned it on with a beep.

In the silent mode, you can't hear the sound of the wind blowing, but He Qiutong can feel the temperature of the hot wind on his face.

He wondered, "Is Teacher Shen very cold? Why did you turn on the air conditioner?"

As far as He Qiutong knew, Shen Chao was not afraid of the cold, and the recent temperature hadn't reached the point of turning on the heater. Could it be that Teacher Shen was afraid that he would feel cold?

"Mr. Shen, I'm not cold, why don't you turn it off? It's very stuffy with the heater on."

Shen Chao was putting the box he just carried on the bed, slowly opening it. This new dark red box had no lock and could be opened without a key. The ribbon of the same color was picked apart by slender and well-articulated fingers.

Casually, lazily.

This picture is like a well-designed frame of animation in a movie. There is a reason for the light and dark light and shadow. The light touch of this finger seems to be able to hook people's hearts and souls.

The person in the movie said, "I'm afraid you'll be cold later, it's always right to drive." He Qiutong blinked for a few seconds before realizing that Shen Chao was answering what he said just now, and he responded blankly Sentence 'oh'.

"Just had a meal, let's digest it." Shen Chao took out a piece of clothing from the dark red box while talking.

It should be considered clothes... right?

The small clothes that were taken out were not the red color that matched the color of the box, but rather tender pink.

It is more suitable for a small leather whip, He Qiutong thought happily.

Shen Chao beckoned him to go over, but He Qiutong was a little reluctant, and didn't move, but asked, "I didn't do anything wrong today, why did you punish me?"

"Huh?" The man paused, "Did you do anything wrong? But Han Yun lifted your clothes, it seems... and helped you get the medicine, right?"

He Qiutong pursed his lips, a little unconvinced. Although these are facts, he didn't take the initiative to come forward, "This will never happen again in the future! Besides...it's not me rushing to get my clothes picked up."

Shen Chao raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently, his mood remained unchanged, "When you were taught a lesson last time, you seemed to have said that there would be no next time."

"There really won't be a next time! Really! I swear! I made it clear to him."

The man did not know when he had taken out the little pink whip, and was holding it in his hand to play with. Shen Chao first tried the strength in his own hand, and the scattered whip fell into Shen Chao's palm with a slightly dull sound.

He Qiutong was frightened, and his shoulders shook.

"What did you say? How do you make it clear?"

He Qiutong rolled his Adam's apple nervously, secretly looked up at Shen Chao's seemingly calm expression, and said hesitantly, "Just, I told him that I have someone I like, and let him give up." He didn't say all of it. To be honest, he concealed the fact that Han Yun already knew about the relationship between the two.

He Qiutong didn't want Shen Chao to be bothered by this incident, and the double trouble would only make this precarious relationship even more difficult.

Shen Chao seemed to believe what he said, and put the whip in his hand back into the box.

"Well, if that's the case, you can save a few whips tonight." The man hesitated for a moment before saying this, "However, you have to wear the little apron specially made for you."

Shen Chao's idea has been suppressed in his heart for a long time. At that time, the two had just started living together, and He Qiutong volunteered to learn how to cook. The appearance of wearing a pink lace and silk apron was unconsciously seductive.

Shen Chao's ability to hold back at that time does not mean that he can hold back after dating.

At this moment, He Qiutong understood what Shen Chao meant by 'I'm afraid he'll be cold later'.

Without warm clothes, his fair skin was exposed to the air, which aroused goosebumps. Even with the heating up, he still shivered.

Seeing this, Shen Chao turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and picked his shy chin with his warmed hands, "Do you wear it yourself, or...shall I help you?"

He Qiutong drooped his eyelids and remained silent, but his quivering eyelashes revealed his restless heart. Just before Shen Chao's fingertips touched his collarbone, He Qiutong closed his eyes and said, "I'll wear it myself—"

A chuckle came, "Wear it with your eyes closed?"

Hearing this, He Qiutong could only open his eyes with a red face like a monkey's buttocks, looking directly at the small apron made of thin and soft fabric in his hand.

In fact, there is nothing too out of the ordinary about this little apron, except that it is a little shorter, a little more transparent, a little pinker, and a little more lace.

He Qiutong couldn't hold back and asked, "Mr. Shen, did you order this from a serious shop?"

"Of course, the fabric is natural and fine silk, and the embroidery on it is also handmade by craftsmen, so it won't prick people when worn close to the body."

He Qiutong: "..." You are quite satisfied with co-authoring.

He endured the enthusiasm and quickly put the apron on himself. He Qiutong tied the bow with his hands behind his back, but he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or something else, but the tie behind him couldn't be tied on... so anxious that his forehead was so fast I'm sweating.

"Turn around." Shen Chao ordered.

He Qiutong curled his lips, unwilling but turned his back obediently.

Skeletal shoulder blades, delicate and smooth back, and perfectly curved waistline... Shen Chao's eyes flashed a dark light, and his hands kept moving, twisting the pink belt between his fingers, creating a beautiful and symmetrical bows.

As soon as the hand was loosened, the two hanging ribbons of the bow were placed on the boyfriend's delicate skin.

The thin waistline is outlined.

"Okay. Is it tight enough?"

"Hmm." He Qiutong's voice was like a mosquito.

"Like it? Let's go to the mirror and have a look."

He Qiutong didn't want to go at all, but his accusation was useless in front of Shen Chao. As a result of his resistance, he was picked up by the man and walked into the bathroom.

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