Zhang Dengjie Cai

The plane landed smoothly at the mini-airport on the island, and the relevant staff came to pick it up. Mr. Butler even prepared a small section of the red carpet.

Qi Ping was carried down by Zhang Anran, and he pressed his head against Zhang Anran's chest, pretending to have fallen asleep, and didn't want to see his subordinates pretending to be calm.

Zhang Anran walked forward quickly, and the carpet soon came to an end. Zhang Anran stepped on the gray ground, which looked a bit like a concrete floor, but the cost per square meter was more than 700 yuan. It was Pandomo's self-leveling, mostly used for tooling, And on this island, flush with it to pave the ground for the airport exit.Zhang Anran didn't ask how much the total cost was, and it was embarrassing to ask.

When he finally reached the gate of the manor, Zhang Anran was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The main feature of this manor is oriental, with circular arches, folded courtyard-style layout, bright yellow lights, and vermilion pillars.

Zhang Anran thought in a trance that he was still making period films, but he looked down at Qi Ping, who had opened his eyes, and dismissed this absurd idea.

There is naturally a man-made hot spring pool in the Oriental Manor. After eating the dinner made by the chef, Qi Ping made a plan to soak in the hot spring at night, and Zhang Anran drank two extra bowls of tonic soup.

During the first three days on the island, Qi Ping seemed to be in heat all the time. Zhang Anran played with Qi Ping's body, pouring milky white liquid into his upper and lower mouths.

On the fourth day, Qi Ping finally couldn't delay his work any longer. He recovered a little, but he was still very clingy.Zhang Anran had to hold him and sit in front of the workbench, resting his head on his shoulder, watching him quickly process various documents.

There were too many accumulated things, and the servant delivered lunch to the table. Zhang Anran took a small piece with a fork and fed it to Qi Ping bit by bit.Qi Ping opened his mouth mechanically, and his brain was still running fast. Sometimes Zhang Anran deliberately smeared the sauce on his face, and he wouldn't be angry, but Zhang Anran couldn't see it by himself, and leaned over to help him lick it with his tongue. clean.

The work lasted from seven or eight o'clock in the morning until eleven o'clock in the evening. Zhang Anran carried Qiping to the bathroom even when he went to the bathroom. Only by relying on Zhang Anran can he survive.

The last time Zhang Anran was on vacation with Qiping, the situation was not so serious, Qiping just asked him to accompany him to work in the room, as for what to do, it was up to him.This time it looked more like a mental illness than a dependency issue.

Zhang Anran calmly hugged Qi Ping to take a bath, and did it once in the bathroom, and when he was on the bed, Qi Ping was even more violent.

As if doing a short rehabilitation, Qi Ping looked a little more normal every day, and on the tenth day, he was finally able to let Zhang Anran go outside for a walk alone.

Zhang Anran licked a large lollipop, walked around the oriental manor, picked a few angles and took a few photos, logged on Kuailong's Weibo, and updated a post.

Zhang Anran:

On vacation, have a good time, and you should be happy too.

The accompanying pictures are eight scene pictures and a selfie.

Zhang Anran refreshed the comments for a while, put down his phone and went back to the room, only half an hour before he went out, Qi Ping was working, and looked at Zhang Chen in surprise: "Why are you back?"

"Too lazy to go out." Zhang Anran replied casually, found the most comfortable sofa in the room, and lay down directly, and soon the background music of the small game came from the room.

Qi Ping breathed a sigh of relief, his heart relaxed, and the gloom that lingered in his heart before really dissipated a lot.

The servants in the manor brought afternoon tea, and Zhang Anran stuffed Qi Ping with a few pieces of snacks, and then he ate and played with the rest.

He doesn't have a fat-prone physique, but usually he rarely eats openly for the sake of being on camera. Now he is so presumptuous, and after the holiday is over, he has to exercise to lose weight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Anran ate even more without guilt.

At six o'clock in the evening, Qi Ping closed his notebook and asked, "Can I still have dinner?"

"Guess?" Zhang Anran stood up straight, reached out and touched Qi Ping's face naturally.

Qi Ping lowered his eyelids, looking very docile and harmless, he asked again: "Have dinner with me?"

"it is good."

Zhang Anran wanted to take back his hand, but Qi Ping grabbed his wrist, and there was a moist touch from the palm of his hand. Qi Ping licked Zhang Anran's hand like a pet, as if he was flirting, more like attachment.

Zhang Anran let Qi Ping lick it for a while, and then reminded: "Aren't you going to have dinner?"

Qi Ping woke up suddenly, raised his head, let go of his hand, and said, "It's time to eat."

The dinner was Huaiyang cuisine, Qi Ping helped Zhang Anran serve the soup, it was very natural, Zhang Anran didn't thank him, he just drank it, and he ate more than usual in one meal.

After dinner, the two of them went for a walk on the beach again. It was absurd to say that they spent the whole ten days hanging out in the room.

Mr. Butler arranged a fireworks show by the sea in advance, which was also very interesting with the graceful music.

But it also stops at being interesting. Over the years, we have seen a lot on and off the screen, and it is difficult to be excited and empathize with romantic scenes.

It was the holding hands that made Zhang Anran feel the tranquility of the years. In a flash, so many years have passed.

Zhang Anran still remembers the first time he slept with Qiping.At that time, he had already left the orphanage with Qiping and transferred to another school. Except for getting into Qiping's car and going back to Qiping's home after school every day, everything was the same as before.

The relationship between Zhang Anran and Qi Ping has gradually become ambiguous. Zhang Anran knows that Qi Ping likes him, but he is not sure about his feelings for Qi Ping. Maybe he likes him, or maybe he is just grateful.

Sometimes Qi Ping is like his friend, sometimes like his elder, always taking care of him in every possible way, even helping him to rub his unfinished underwear, not like a domineering president at all.

Occasionally Zhang Anran would be afraid of him, but most of the time, Zhang Anran would want to tease him, such as coming out of the bathroom topless, talking to Qiping with a calm expression; His name; such as playing games late on the flush bed, throwing the game console aside and saying "let's sleep together" to him.

The young man's beautiful body exudes a fatal attraction, and Qi Ping always dodges and resists in embarrassment, which makes Zhang Anran inexplicably happy.

The initial ambiguity, ambiguity, and chasing each other may be the allure of love.But because of the final exam, Zhang Anran had to temporarily interrupt the rhythm of the teasing. After he finished the last science and comprehensive exam, he had dinner with his friends until late at night. As soon as he entered the house, he was pushed against the wall.

In the darkness, that person was very familiar. He knew that when the cold kiss fell on his lips, Zhang Anran did not resist at all, but responded enthusiastically.

His Qiping, finally Annai couldn't stand it anymore.

They stumbled and staggered into the bedroom and fell on the bed. Zhang Anran instinctively pressed Qiping under him and tore his clothes, but the quality of the clothes was so good that he couldn't even tear them off.

After a lot of tossing, the anger became a little bit lower, and the desire/desire subsided a little.Qiping reached for the light with his hand, "Pa—", the room was brightly lit.

Zhang Anran sighed, and was about to get up from the bed, but saw that Qi Ping's hands were covering his buttons, his fingertips trembling slightly, but one by one, he unbuttoned his clothes.