who called him an onion essence

Just as Yang Sheng promised, this winter, he specially came up to celebrate Yang Cong's birthday with him.

Yang Cong smiled with white teeth, looking very cute: "Let's go to school first!"

In winter, the Communication University is full of white. The lake where the students used to talk about love has frozen, and it has become a place for many bold people to skate.Occasionally, there are places where the ice surface is relatively thin. If you step on it and crack it, you will fall if you are not careful. Anyway, it happens every year, it seems like a tradition.

It was the first time for Yang Sheng to come here in the depths of winter, and he felt like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world as if he was covered in silver in the book, and the people beside him were also dressed in white, with snow falling on their shoulders.But how can there be a fairy who squats down and rubs snowballs when there is a disagreement, and starts a snowball fight with a roommate you meet by chance?Yang Cong was having a good time playing, Yang Sheng watched and smiled unknowingly.

This is his little monster, the little onion he raised with all his heart.

At noon, the two settled in the cafeteria. After taking off their masks and scarves, Yang Cong's face was highly recognizable, and everyone who passed by was willing to turn their heads to look at him.Some acquaintances simply ran up, greeted the two of them, and ran back with a plate.

"They like you very much." Yang Sheng could see that many people were curious, and partly they were so enthusiastic because they wanted to meet their idols.

Yang Cong looked up at him, like a little mouse stealing oil: "But I only like uncle."

The corner of Yang Sheng's mouth curled up, and he quickly suppressed the joy in his heart, telling him not to be picky about food, and eat the broccoli in the bowl.

Confused by the parent's special instructions, Yang Cong lowered his head silently, and muttered: "Men Sao." But when he said this, there was a clear smile on his face.

This afternoon, the two went shopping in the nearby business district. Yang Cong was full of some unspeakable things, so he found an excuse to go to the bathroom and slipped away. After a while, he sneaked back.Yang Sheng probably guessed his plan, but he didn't know, the base of his ear was slightly hot, and the bag in his hand was heavier than before.

Dinner is settled at the hotel where Yang Sheng lives. The buffet here is great. Yang Cong especially likes steak. He skewers the onion rings one by one on the fork and eats them slowly. "Eat some other green vegetables." Yang Sheng reminded him, but he was stared at. The person sitting opposite hesitated for a moment, but obediently moved his fork to the colorful salad next to him.The cake was prepared by the chef in advance, and it cost a lot of money, but Yang Cong was fond of sweets, so he hastily made a wish for a happy marriage for a hundred years, and ate more than half of the chocolate cake regardless of his round belly.

On the way back to the room, Yang Sheng looked around and rubbed his stomach to digest his food.Turning the corner, I happened to meet a drunk couple, kissing next to the potted plants, as if no one was there.Yang Cong stared curiously, but was forcibly led away by Yang Sheng, so he reluctantly entered the room.

There were only the two of them in the room, and Yang Sheng was rushed to wash up, wearing a bathrobe provided by the hotel, he always felt uncomfortable.Yang Cong also ran to wash up. Yang Sheng looked at the back of the other party, and then he was in a daze for a while through the frosted glass door before he reacted suddenly.He was sitting on the sofa, seemingly staring at the TV, but his heart was full of messy balls of thread, and each thread was finally connected to his own child.

After a long time, Yang Cong came out slowly and sat beside him: "Uncle?"

Yang Sheng turned his head when he heard the sound, was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and took out a small box from the bag beside him: "Happy birthday."

"Why didn't you give it to me just now?" Yang Cong tilted his head to look at him, with a half-smile on his face.

Being asked speechless, Yang Sheng twirled his fingertips in embarrassment, he couldn't admit that there were too many people in the restaurant before, he thought he was too nervous.

When there was no response, Yang Cong lowered his head suspiciously, and opened the box neatly.Inside is a silver chain, with a pendant in the shape of a small onion hanging on it, which is quite cute. "When did you make it?" Yang Cong was so touched that he put it on directly, but failed to fasten it many times.

"I'll do it." Yang Sheng avoided the topic, and never told him that he had prepared it a long time ago, showing bad intentions.The thin silver chain was dangling on the wrist of the other party, and there was an inexplicably delicate and seductive feeling.Yang Sheng looked at it for a while, then couldn't help feeling hot in his heart, and hurriedly looked away.

But Yang Cong was so obedient, he leaned over with a smirk, and kissed him big before he could react: "Thank you, uncle!" He said this title with a twisted ending on purpose, as if he was flirting .

It wasn't the first time to kiss, but it was a superficial kiss before, falling on the forehead and cheeks.Yang Sheng was a little surprised, staring straight at Yang Cong's slightly red lips.The person he was looking at deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, showing a seductive smile.

"uncle?"

Yang Cong continued to call him, but to his surprise, Yang Sheng soon had a smile in his eyes, looked at his face, and stretched out his hand to pull him over—Yang Cong subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and sure enough, Yang Sheng lowered his head Wanting to kiss him, he rubbed his lips clumsily and earnestly, like treating a treasure.

"Hmm..." Yang Cong raised his head to meet him, feeling that something was about to move inside his body, like a sprout that broke its shell in spring and was about to grow vigorously.

And happy, and lingering.

The kiss didn't last long, Yang Cong laughed wildly, and gently stroked behind Yang Sheng's ear with his fingers, forcing him to hug himself tighter, as if pressing into his ribs.Yang Sheng still kept embracing, and couldn't help but kiss again, until the other party's lips turned bright red, he was willing to look away: "Sweet."

"I ate chocolate." Yang Cong knew that his uncle couldn't talk about love, and the sentence just now seemed to be a compliment, which made his eyes sparkle.

Unknowingly, the two of them got very close again, their breath blending together, and they couldn't stop for a moment.Before Yang Cong regained his composure, he was hugged to the bedside, watching the man with a cold expression blushing for him, sweating profusely even though it was winter.He was a little obsessed, and suddenly reached out and pulled the other party's bathrobe belt, and then squeezed himself into that generous embrace: "Uncle..." It was like a whisper.

Yang Sheng felt like he was in a dream. In his arms was the child raised by him, and now he was doing well. His naked body was wrapped around him like a snake, and his legs were quietly wrapped around his waist, sliding slowly.He used to be restrained and serious, but now he finally has a real feeling—this is his lover, the flower he allowed him to occupy, the little onion that would shed tears if he disagreed.

The hearts of the two people were obviously restless, and in order to try, they forcibly suppressed their excitement.

Yang Cong's eyes were full of Yang Sheng's pursed lips, and he suddenly smiled and bent his eyebrows, turning his head slightly to make the kiss on the side of his neck more lively.He could feel a surge of heat, like the sea he had seen before, surging in all directions and drowning him.But it was hot, sweat was steaming on the skin, tears appeared in the eyes at some point, half of the tongue stuck out was kissed fiercely, and there was no way to escape.

The man on his body doesn't say "I love you", he is expressing his love wantonly with his physical and mental actions.

Yang Sheng, who suddenly fell silent, lost his composure completely. He was different from the emotions he was confused or misrecognized in the past. He kissed the other party's chest and abdomen all the way, moving eagerly, and heard the low sobs as he wished.The person who was treated like this was pampered, let go of his body with tension, and hugged him while crying and panting.

Yang Sheng lowered his head and kissed the corner of his eyes, as if he had called his name countless times before: "..."

Yang Cong couldn't hear anything clearly, and in an instant, his reason was melted by something hot.

Lingering and warm.

……

The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and a hand with a silver chain stretched out from under the quilt, and it seemed to feel cold, so it retracted again.Then he was pressed on the man's chest, and then Yang Cong was embraced all over, and he opened his eyes involuntarily.

"Are you okay?" Yang Sheng's eyes wandered.

Yang Cong pinched his muscular chest: "Not good!" Although at the last moment he used the double cultivation method left by the monk and spent almost a whole bottle of lubricating liquid, he still had back pain and it was hard not to vent his anger on Just like crazy people.

Seeing his cute pouting, Yang Sheng couldn't hold back, kissed him lightly for a while, and then carefully massaged his waist and abdomen; "I'm sorry."

"Don't say it!" Yang Cong slapped him on the arm, "I like it very much." It hurts but it's very refreshing, and I will do it next time.

Yang Sheng put a pillow behind his waist to make him more comfortable: "I wanted to take you to take a bath, but..." He glanced suspiciously at the position below Yang Cong's waist.

Yang Cong was very calm: "It's all absorbed. Dual cultivation, the essence will naturally be used by the small circulation in my body, and it won't be wasted."

Hearing this, Yang Sheng became even more flustered. Recalling that he didn't control himself last night and left something in the child's body for the first time, he was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head.But Yang Cong didn't seem to be angry. Instead, he gently bit his fingertips in comfort: "Uncle's things... are all good things."

In this sticky atmosphere, the two couldn't hold back and came back again. In the end, Yang Cong was hungry and struggled to get up, asking Yang Sheng to order him something to eat.The hotel has a food delivery service. Yang Sheng tidied up the messy bed, changed clothes for Yang Cong to cover the deep and shallow hickey marks on his body, and then let the waiter come to the door.Although Yang Cong was a little monster, Yang Sheng was still afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he only dared to order porridge and some easy-to-digest food, coaxing him to eat with gentle voice, while rubbing his waist carefully.

However, Yang Cong was not that fragile. He turned around and fed him a mouthful, and then took another mouthful himself, smiling very brightly.

That's called... becoming an adult.