The stuntman's acting skills exploded and Mr. Song capsized in the gutter.

Chu Yanyi came out of the shower and saw Song Yanxi sitting by the bed.

After two or three hours, the bedroom gradually became quiet.

According to the past, Song Yanxi would leave immediately after he was done, but today, for some unknown reason, he was not in a hurry to leave.

The night was dark, and only the bedside table lamp was turned on in the bedroom.

Chu Yanyi was lying on the bed, the butterfly bones on his back were slightly raised, and there were fine beads of sweat on his smooth and white back.

Song Yanxi stared at the young man's back. Although the young man was a little squeamish on the bed and cried out in pain at every turn, it was undeniable that the young man was in line with his wishes in every aspect.

Whether it's his usual obedience and considerateness, or his behavior in bed.

Such a well-behaved little lover who suits his own desires, if he were to be driven away...

"Chu Yanyi." The man suddenly shouted.

Chu Yanyi was stunned. The dog man suddenly called his name. What did he want to say?

He turned over slowly, as if he had just regained his consciousness, and looked at the man whose temples were wet with sweat with some confusion. His eyelashes lightly blinked a few times, and the tears hanging on his eyelashes fell down. The face slowly rolled down.

Song Yanxi's breath suddenly stagnated, and the words on his lips suddenly turned into whispering his name again: "Chu Yanyi."

This time, the voice was very soft. Whether it was an illusion or not, Chu Yanyi actually heard a hint of gentleness. He said "hmm" shyly and timidly.

Song Yanxi was very satisfied with his reaction. Her eyes fell on his red lips, and she raised her thumb to rub it.

His already red lips looked as if they had been smeared with rouge, and they were as red as blood.

Song Yanxi curled his lips and smiled with satisfaction.

Staring at his bright red lips for a moment, he lowered his head and leaned towards her.

Chu Yanyi was startled and suddenly stretched out his hand to push the man's chest.

The next second, the outstretched hand was suddenly grabbed.

Just when the two lips were about to touch, Chu Yanyi suddenly turned his face away, and Song Yanxi's kiss fell on his ear.

"Chu Yanyi!"

Song Yanxi grabbed his wrist, and the anger was clearly transmitted to his wrist through the force.

Going to bed is the body's primitive desire, and kissing is the transmission of feelings.

Even if he had no concept of chastity and could accept sleeping with Song Yanxi, he would never be willing to kiss Song Yanxi.

Chu Yanyi turned his head and stared at Song Yanxi calmly with a pair of beautiful eyes, showing no emotion.

Such strange and calm eyes were something Song Yanxi had never seen before. He even saw the ultimate indifference in Chu Yanyi's eyes that he had never seen before.

Song Yanxi suspected that his eyes were wrong, and when he was about to argue in detail, Chu Yanyi's long eyelashes had drooped down, hiding the expression in his eyes.

"What do you mean, silent rejection?" Song Yanxi looked at him coldly: "Don't forget your identity! Huh?"

Today he thought he was gentle enough to Chu Yanyi. Not only did he patiently perform foreplay for him, but he also tried to restrain his strength during the process. Chu Yanyi dared to show his face and refuse his kiss.

Growing up, except for his family, no one dared to show his face. A little gadget that he spent money to keep would get carried away if he was even a little nice to him.

Chu Yanyi shook his head and stared at him unblinkingly with clear and passionate eyes: "Mr. Song, do you like me?"

"Kissing is the transmission of feelings. Only people who really like someone will want to kiss him. I really like Mr. Song, so I hope that Mr. Song wants to kiss me because he likes me."

Chu Yanyi said the last words very softly, like a feather tickling Song Yanxi's heart.

He was stunned, unconsciously let go of his hand, got out of bed, and left the bedroom.

Chu Yanyi rubbed his wrist with dazzling red marks, and thought of Song Yanxi's escape just now, and sneered in his heart.

It seems that two years of acting are not completely useless.

Song Yanxi returned to the master bedroom, entered the bathroom, turned on the shower head, and let the cold water wash over her to clear her mind.

He didn't know whether he liked Chu Yanyi or not, but it was true that he couldn't help but want to kiss him at that moment.

[If nothing else happens, we will enter the death escape plot this week. Dear friends, thank you for your five-star reviews! 】