He had a crush on him for 12 years and divorced

Although I already know the general idea from the photos posted by Chen Dao, the angle of the sneak shot is not directly on the back, and it is a bit blurry, and the full picture of the tattoo cannot be seen. It still has enough impact when viewed up close.

The tattoo is on the upper left, taking up a quarter of the back, and the spread wings are oblique from the top of the spinal groove to the side of the ribs.

The ink-colored lines outline an eagle that breaks through the clouds obliquely upwards, and the back of its wings is covered with a layer of snow that is shaking off as it flies high.

The pictures of eagles that I usually see are mostly bottom-up angles, with claws swooping down.Looking down from above like this, he spread his wings and flew high, with a bit of wantonness, less fierce.

The tattoo focuses on a pair of wings, with layers of feathers and textures, a fusion of photo and freehand, an eagle in the clouds, snow above the wings, the outline of roses in the middle, and waves at the end.

Tan Zheng's attention was only on the snow on the eagle's wings and back, and he stretched out his hand to touch it slowly, and gently traced the faint or visible snow with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

Ren Zhaoyuan looked at him sideways when he heard the words: "It's been many years."

"When did you get the tattoo?"

"When I was about to graduate from college, the year I met my parents."

Ren Zhaoyuan and Tan Zheng talked about their parents, including the meeting and conversation afterwards.

He has already trudged through that difficult time by himself, and any words of comfort are superfluous now.

Tan Zheng didn't say anything, just leaned close to Ren Zhaoyuan's back, breathed on the surface of his skin, and kissed the snow on the back of the soaring eagle.

"It's long gone," Ren Zhaoyuan comforted Tan Zheng in turn, "It's nothing, don't think too much about it."

"Well," Tan Zheng hugged Ren Zhaoyuan from behind, letting the tattoo cling to his chest, "It's very beautiful, covered by snow and clouds for a while, but the sea and roses will never change."

Ren Zhaoyuan showed a bit of surprise, more surprise than surprise.

Because, that's what he intended when he drew the picture.

The softness of my heart is indescribable.

Breaking through the distance of time, Tan Zheng at this moment touched his former self, and his soul resonated.

Ren Zhaoyuan turned around between the crooks of his arms, put his hand on Tan Zheng's back and pushed him to the sofa.

Tan Zheng took advantage of the situation and sat down, looking up at him with some doubts.

Ren Zhaoyuan put one hand on Tan Zheng's shoulder and pushed him to the back of the sofa, and knelt on Tan Zheng's lap facing Tan Zheng himself.

Tan Zheng subconsciously put his arms around Ren Zhaoyuan's waist. At first glance, he looked like a powerful controller, but he felt a little helpless because he didn't know.

The hand resting on his shoulder was still there, but the other hand reached toward his waist, easily pulling out the hem of his shirt.

In such a position, Tan Zheng was much lower than Ren Zhaoyuan, his eyes swayed slightly when he looked up, and the rolling frequency of the protruding Adam's apple was uncontrollable at all.

Ren Zhaoyuan chuckled, and slowly lowered his head to kiss him: "I promise you, reward."

The sound of the metal buckle popping off seemed to knock on the eardrums. Tan Zheng's body was stiff and hot. When the smooth zipper sounded, Tan Zheng's breathing was heavy enough to be heard clearly.

Then, sweat came out.

It was already approaching May, and the weather was getting hotter every day, and the temperature indoors was rising steadily. There were a few moments where Tan Zheng was in a trance, like a steamer, in the sweltering midsummer.

The bits and pieces that have never been imagined make people almost like drowning in water and can't breathe.

The hand on the back suddenly grasped uncontrollably, and the pleasure and suffocation were mixed and entangled.

Tan Zheng's chest heaved violently, and it took a few seconds to see clearly Ren Zhaoyuan's smiling eyes.

"You're still young," Ren Zhaoyuan slowly wiped Tan Zheng's five-figure shirts, and returned to the original state one by one as if he didn't notice the wetness on the clothes. "Go take a bath, good night."

The moment he stepped on the ground, his wrist was grabbed violently. Ren Zhaoyuan turned to look at him: "Huh?"

"Don't go..."

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled, leaned over and rubbed his red ears: "I'm going to take a bath too."

Tan Zheng looked down, but before he reached the place he thought, he suddenly looked away because a little liquid on the thin abdominal muscles was burned.

"Okay," Ren Zhaoyuan kissed him sideways, "Go take a bath."

Tan Zheng's eyes were fixed on Ren Zhaoyuan's back, at his cold white complexion, dark tattoos, at his broad shoulders and narrow waist, at his step by step up the stairs, and disappeared around the corner.

After Ren Zhaoyuan went upstairs, Tan Zheng sat on the sofa for a while without moving.

I was dazzled by the sudden stimulation just now, and now I think about it belatedly.

Ren Zhaoyuan's palms are soft, but there are many calluses left by Director Nian's paintings.

Tan Zheng sat paralyzed with his back leaning on the sofa, with the back of his hands on his face covering his eyes, and sighed.

can't think at all..

Ren Zhaoyuan took a bath, and when he came out, he saw Tan Zheng's missed call on his phone and almost thought he had read it wrong.

Immediately afterwards, it occurred to him that this was indeed something Tan Zheng would do.

Without his nodding in agreement, Tan Zheng hadn't gone upstairs by himself, let alone knowing that he was taking a shower.

Ren Zhaoyuan shook his head lightly, changed his mind and did not go downstairs, and imitated Tan Zheng to call back: "What's wrong?"

"I spilled water on the bed."

"Oh," Ren Zhaoyuan walked slowly to the stairs and leaned against the wall, "There are new bedding in the closet in your room, it's all right."

Tan Zheng stopped talking.

It took a while to say again: "I don't want to sleep on the first floor."

"If you don't want to, don't want to, and find a reason."

"Well, I don't want to," the voice of Tan Zheng closing the room door faintly sounded, "Can I go up?

Ren Zhaoyuan chuckled silently: "Come on."

In less than half a minute, people were in front of them.

"The three closed doors over there are all bedrooms, which one do you want to sleep in?"

Tan Zheng's expression collapsed almost visible to the naked eye: "Ah..."

Ren Zhaoyuan looked amused, didn't say anything, turned and went back to the bedroom.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't seem to hear it until he was bound firmly by the door of the bedroom.

"Okay, I won't bother you," Ren Zhaoyuan patted his forearm, "Sleep...um..."

This time the kiss was not so urgent, the lips and tongue were full of tenderness, Tan Zheng's hand was held on the side of his waist, rubbing and rubbing, the air turned into a soft and sticky gel within a second of flowing.

"Hmm..." Ren Zhaoyuan held Tan Zheng's wrist backwards, his voice was a bit vague, "Where are you going to touch?"

Tan Zheng didn't answer, just kissed him blindly, revealing all his desires and demands to him without any concealment.

Later, when Ren Zhaoyuan was trapped between the wall and his chest, he heard Tan Zheng half-confidently say: "That thing, the one in the drawer..."

It has never been mentioned during this time, Ren Zhaoyuan has long since passed the initial embarrassment.

"Why, do you want to use it?"

Tan Zheng lowered his head and kissed him a little hard, and hummed softly in protest, and after a long time gasped and kissed Ren Zhaoyuan's ear piercing, his voice was slightly ambiguous because of the constant kissing: "Throw it away... okay?"

"Use me..it must be better than it.."

"I promise.."

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