He had a crush on him for 12 years and divorced

The low and hoarse voice lingered in the ears with a warm breath, and the numbness like a small electric current flowed around.

Sometimes, desire is the best feedback to a lover's affection.

Ren Zhaoyuan slowly let go of Tan Zheng's wrist.

This is the most subtle connivance, and to Tan Zheng, it is the most straightforward signal.

All the ready-to-go attacks and long-suffering thirsts are all granted at this moment, more than sparks falling in diesel spirits.

Ren Zhaoyuan was completely deprived of the right to speak.

Until the hottest skin was closely connected without leaving any gaps, Tan Zheng paused slightly, revealing a few traces of imperceptible hesitation.

Ren Zhaoyuan was panting badly, and there was a very slight pain on the tip of his tongue. The fact that he would be kissed so hard to breathe always made him unbelievable and unbelievable. At this time, it seemed that he had regained [-]% of Tan Zheng's insignificant unfamiliarity. , let go of the childish depression, turned his head and laughed silently.

Tan Zheng leaned down and kissed him tenderly. He dared not act rashly in an unfamiliar field for fear of hurting others, but there were still things he was familiar with and could grasp.

Ren Zhaoyuan's breathing was stagnant, and he went through the matter of being on the sofa downstairs and being transferred to another identity, but he couldn't make it to the top.

Gradually gasping for breath, Tan Zheng kissed him and said words that seemed to show weakness.

"Teacher Ren teach me, okay?"

"Um.."

Ren Zhaoyuan used to only know that Tan Zheng had good grades when he was a student, and that he was talented and smart enough, but only now did he know that talent and smartness are equally useful in any aspect.

Draw inferences from one instance and draw inferences by analogy.

Tan Zheng's speed from unfamiliarity to proficiency almost made Ren Zhaoyuan doubt the authenticity of Tan Zheng's "not so good".

Except for the embarrassment and stumbling that he confessed shortly after he couldn't stand the stimulation for the first time, Ren Zhaoyuan never got the upper hand again.

In the previous few times, he intentionally indulged in it, after all, he was just getting a taste of it, and wanted to let Tan Zheng have a good time.

Later, he couldn't control the trembling of his body, and Ren Zhaoyuan realized that it was impossible to keep going like this.

It was fun enough and cool enough, but the energy and physical strength of the young man who had just started meat at 25 Liu was frighteningly strong, and he really couldn't resist it.

Fortunately, Tan Zheng was obedient.

But Rao Ren Zhaoyuan stopped when he yelled to stop, and he couldn't get up the next morning.

Some he taught, some he didn't have time to mention.

As a result, Tan Zheng was almost facing each other in the same position for half a night, and several muscles were stretched to the extreme without rest, and the tense time was too long.

Ren Zhaoyuan fell asleep and woke up with even worse waist and legs pain. He didn't want to open his eyes, and he didn't know how Tan Zheng found out that he was awake.

"are you awake?"

"Um.."

"Are you okay? Is there any pain?"

Ren Zhaoyuan half-opened his eyes, seeing Tan Zheng's tense expression, even if he really wanted to complain, he couldn't complain, and raised his hand to touch his chin: "No, what time is it?"

"It's 10:30, are you hungry?"

"I don't want to move," Ren Zhaoyuan shrank back, "Go to sleep."

"Just lie down, and I'll bring it up."

Ren Zhaoyuan was startled: "Have you made breakfast?"

"Let the restaurant deliver it and warm it in the kitchen." Tan Zheng didn't wake up too early, so he ordered it in advance in case he would wake up hungry, "I'll make it for you tomorrow morning."

Tan Zheng was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Ren Zhaoyuan: "No, I don't want to eat in the bedroom."

"Then, shall I carry you down?"

Ren Zhaoyuan laughed: "You are too exaggerated."

The physical exertion was too great, and he was really hungry. Ren Zhaoyuan didn't want to move and didn't lie down for too long, so he got up in ten minutes.

Tan Zheng is just like a little daughter-in-law in the old days who depended on her husband first. She had to be supported when she sat up, put on her shoes when she got out of bed, followed closely beside her when she couldn't be helped when she walked, served her mouthwash after brushing her teeth, and handed her her mouthwash after washing her face. towel.

Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not paralyzed, what are you doing?"

In fact, Tan Zheng couldn't explain clearly, Ren Zhaoyuan mentioned this before he realized that his behavior was too abnormal, he cleared his throat a little uncomfortably: "Then I'll go and bring you breakfast, let's eat upstairs."

After speaking, he turned and left.

His back was straight, as if it was the same as usual, but Ren Zhaoyuan could easily feel the concealed stiffness.

Ren Zhaoyuan stood propped up on the table for a while, and couldn't help himself from chuckling.

I don't know if this description is accurate. He felt that Tan Zheng's state was a bit like handing in an extremely important exam paper. He didn't know how he answered, so he couldn't help showing courtesy to the correcting teacher, for fear of being said that he was dissatisfied. .

Suddenly I remembered Tan Zheng's unequivocal assurance last night that he must be more useful than the things in the drawer.

As a result, after one night, the self-confidence was gone.

The corners of Ren Zhaoyuan's lips curled up unconsciously, his thoughts were elsewhere, and when he turned around, he didn't notice that his movements were a little wider, and he immediately sucked in a silent breath.

He didn't quite understand, what made Tan Zheng feel uncertain?

The pajamas on his body hadn't been changed yet, Ren Zhaoyuan pushed open the door of the master bedroom and realized that the bed on this side hadn't been made up yet, and they went to sleep in another room after taking a shower last night.

The twisted and messy quilt was half on the bed and half on the floor, the pillows were standing upright beside the bed, the sheets were crumpled badly, and several dry marks that dyed the fabric dark were very eye-catching.

There was still a faint ambiguous atmosphere in the room, Ren Zhaoyuan paused at the door, and Tan Zheng just came up with a tray: "Eat first, I will clean up the room later."

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't say anything, and closed the door of the room first.

Seeing Tan Zheng walking up the stairs, Ren Zhaoyuan realized that he had forgotten to tell him where the elevator was.

The number of floors in the house is not high, and Ren Zhaoyuan prefers to take the stairs. The elevator is only installed for the convenience of moving things, so the elevator is designed in an inconspicuous place behind.

Taking the stairs with food is not as convenient as the elevator, but Tan Zheng's original intention of bringing breakfast should be to save him from walking up the stairs a few times.

So in fact, there is no need to be so troublesome. He can just take the elevator down.

"It's time to eat," Tan Zheng came over to hold him, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking, beauty is really a mistake," Ren Zhaoyuan said with a smile, "I have lost my mind."

Tan Zheng smiled and kissed him: "Huh?"

The table and chairs were originally made of relatively soft leather, but Tan Zheng put a cushion on them because he thought it was not enough.

Ren Zhaoyuan sat down in the exclusive seat and talked to Tan Zheng about the elevator. Tan Zheng didn't think there was any trouble in bringing the breakfast up, but said, "Then I can use the elevator when I bring my luggage up later."

"Didn't you mean to wait for me to come back to help you move it together, why did someone deliver it in the afternoon?"

"You don't need to do it," Tan Zheng scooped up soup for Ren Zhaoyuan and put it in front of him, "You just need to nod your head."

There are too many varieties of breakfast, even the translucent steamed dumplings are in the shape of a very realistic rose, and there is a light powder on the edge of the petals.

Ren Zhaoyuan suspects that if he tells Tan Zheng that he wants to eat the rose steamed dumplings he made earlier, Tan Zheng will find ways to make them for him.

After the meal, Tan Zheng cleared the table, went down to put the things down and came up again. When Ren Zhaoyuan was cleaning the table, Tan Zheng took it immediately.

Ren Zhaoyuan was helpless: "Do you think I'm made of paper and glass?"

"Just rest and don't need you to work."

Ren Zhaoyuan stood beside him like a mascot, watching Tan Zheng wash his hands after wiping the table, and then went to clean up the master bedroom.

"There is a storage bag at the bottom of the cabinet, pack it up and throw it away, and don't wash it."

"Okay, found it."

Ren Zhaoyuan made Tan Zheng a glass of lime water, and when he heard the footsteps and turned around, he saw Tan Zheng with empty hands, his expression was a little serious, not very good-looking.

"what happened?"

"Are you hurt?"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't understand: "What?"

"There was blood on the sheets."

As Tan Zheng said it was serious, Ren Zhaoyuan put down his water glass and went in to look. It took a while to find a blood-stained mark that was not as wide as a finger, but he couldn't see any wrinkles at this position.

It should be that the preparation work was not done well at the beginning.

At that time, he thought it was all right, but Tan Zheng's size was... even more impressive than when he was on the sofa.It was uncomfortable for both of them to be stuck, so they simply let him go to the end.

That moment really hurt.

"It's okay." Ren Zhaoyuan wanted to fold the bed sheet, but his hand was held as soon as he moved.

"I..." Tan Zheng hesitated a little, but his worry still prevailed, "I'll take a look at the situation."

It's strange that Ren Zhaoyuan let him see it: "No need."

Tan Zheng still held him tightly, lowered his eyes and did not speak for a few seconds.

Ren Zhaoyuan looked at him and thought that it was useless to act coquettishly and pitifully this time, if he insisted on pestering him to see him, he would have to run away.

"sorry."

Ren Zhaoyuan was startled: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished asking, his eyes fell on the little bloodstain on the bed sheet, Ren Zhaoyuan smiled: "At most, it's a little bit of skin, it's okay, so why don't you apologize."

"Have you ever been hurt before?"

Although Ren Zhaoyuan felt that this was not really an "injury", when Tan Zheng asked about it, he just answered truthfully, "No."

Tan Zheng took half a step forward, gently hugged Ren Zhaoyuan, buried his head on his neck, and said in a sullen voice, "This time I didn't do it well, I didn't prepare in advance, which made you uncomfortable."

Every time Ren Zhaoyuan heard a sentence, he asked a rhetorical question in his heart, what didn't he do well?How can you prepare in advance?In the end, I couldn't help but ask the last sentence first: "Where do you think I'm uncomfortable?"

"It hurt you."

"Everyone said it's fine."

"Last night...and then you didn't want to."

Ren Zhaoyuan felt that he had never been in such a dilemma, he had to express his feelings word by word, or Tan Zheng would be misunderstood and hit.

He is not even used to expressing many emotions in his daily life, let alone such a private matter in bed.

Is he going to tell Tan Zheng directly that you make me so happy that you stop it because you can't stand it?

Ren Zhaoyuan sighed silently, and raised his hand to touch the center of his eyebrows.

He really couldn't speak.

How did Tan Zheng's brain circuit turn?

"You don't have to be afraid of my embarrassment, just tell me where you don't do well, how to do it is comfortable for you, I can study hard." "Don't."

Ren Zhaoyuan almost choked on his own saliva and felt his lower back.

No matter how hard Tan Zheng works, he is afraid that he will disappear.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!