Chen Guiyan took a few days off, and no one knew what he was doing.

When I came back, Jiang Que was sitting at the desk in his room reading a book. He was wearing smoky gray home clothes. The warm sunlight shone in, and his translucent and flawless profile looked particularly gentle.

It seemed that no matter how far he went, the boy would be waiting for him quietly in some corner.

The blood in his body was flowing rapidly. After staring at the boy's back for a while, Chen Guiyan put down his things and walked over.

He snatched the book from the boy's hand, and before he could react, he straddled his legs, held his face with both hands, and kissed him impatiently.

Jiang Que was stunned for just a moment. As the man's strong hormones approached him, Jiang Que reacted quickly, hooking his waist and taking back the dominance.

The man's clothes were slightly disheveled, and he was kissing passionately when he suddenly heard Jiang Que's mother knocking on the door, and then pushed the door open without waiting for Jiang Que to respond.

Chen Guiyan instantly slid down Jiang Que's waist and hid under the desk. Fortunately, the bed and Jiang Que blocked the way, so Jiang's mother couldn't see anything unusual from the back.

Mother Jiang looked around the room, only to see her son reading at the desk. She looked puzzled and said, "I just saw Xiao Chen come back."

She only saw a shadow going upstairs. She thought it was in Jiang Que's room, but in the end she didn't see anyone.

Jiang Que picked up the book again and replied calmly, "You may have read it wrong."

"Really?" Mother Jiang looked unsure.

Jiang Que was about to speak when the man kneeling under the desk suddenly moved, gently lifted up his pants and moved close to him.

Jiang Que shuddered all over, and the hand holding the book couldn't help but tremble. His eyes gradually became darker, and he raised his hand under the table and rhythmically held the man's head.

"Mom, I want to rest." Jiang Que calmly sent her away.

After Xiao Chen went on vacation, Jiang's mother openly said that she would take leave to stay at home to take care of Jiang Que.

In fact, he can push his wheelchair around by himself and doesn't need her help with bathing or sleeping.

Her son said he wanted to rest, and she didn't want to stay any longer, so she gave him a few instructions, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Jiang Que held Chen Guiyan's head, and after making sure that Jiang's mother had left and was too lazy to pretend to be disabled, he pulled the person out from under the table, kissed his way to lock the door, and then threw them together on the bed.

Faced with someone's impatience, Chen Guiyan seemed much calmer, hugging someone's neck with an especially heartwarming smile.

Jiang Que slept until the afternoon.

During this time, Jiang's mother knocked on the door and called him to eat, but Jiang Que sent her away.

Looking at the man sleeping soundly in his arms, Jiang Que's fingertips wandered over his sharp and deep facial features, and finally he felt a lot of old scars on the man's body.

There are both deep and shallow ones, probably left by his uncle.

Jiang Que held the man tightly in his arms, quietly feeling the man's steady breathing. His fingertips unconsciously touched the deepest part of his back, and he lowered his eyes to hide the dark light in his eyes.

When Chen Guiyan woke up, Jiang Que was taking a shower in the bathroom.

The window was not closed, and there was an orange sunset glow hanging in the sky. A somewhat hot evening breeze blew in through the curtains, brushing the books on the desk, making them flutter left and right, and the knowledge was absorbed by the evening breeze.

Chen Guiyan felt that this knowledge was a bit noisy, so he stretched his aching lower back, got out of bed and used the ornaments on the table to press down on it.

This book is written entirely in English. Chen Guiyan said he couldn't understand it after reading it for only a few days.

When Jiang Que came out of the shower, Chen Guiyan was already dressed and lying on the big bed playing with his phone, while the book he hadn't finished reading was pressed down by him with an ornament.

Jiang Que came out of the shower. The man put down his phone and said, "I'm hungry. I'll push you downstairs to eat."

Except for them, everyone thought that Jiang Que was a cripple who couldn't stand up.

In private, on the other hand, this disability almost made it impossible for him to stand up.

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