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Ren Kuan was amused by Jiu'er's persistence, held Jiu'er's finger to prevent him from touching it, and said in a low voice, "It's different, it's different in many places."

Whether it's the same or different, Jiu'er was full of curiosity and asked, "Where are the places?"

They sat closer and closer, no one noticed, Jiu'er raised his head, his upper body was already leaning on Ren Kuan's arm, Ren Kuan could hug him in his arms when he turned around.

"For example..." Ren Kuan looked at Jiu'er's appearance carefully, and wanted to tell him one by one, "I am taller and stronger than you."

Gao Hezhuang was still too abstract. Ren Kuan was afraid that Jiu'er would not understand, so he put his hand on the top of Jiu'er's head, and pulled him into his chest with force.

"You sit right up to my chest, which makes me taller than you." After finishing speaking, Ren Kuan put Jiu'er's hand on his arm again, "Having muscles means that I'm stronger than you."

The little hand was limp, pinching the muscles on Ren Kuan's arm and refusing to let go, thinking for a while, "It's so hard, you are harder than me."

If someone else said this, it would be colored a bit, but when Jiuer said it, Ren Kuan felt a little bitter, and even his laughter was a little dry.

"Yes." Ren Kuan replied, "Everyone is different, and you belong to the very good-looking one."

Jiu'er didn't want to listen to himself, so he asked instead, "What about you, Brother Kuan?"

Unexpectedly, Jiu'er cared so much about his looks, Ren Kuan didn't know how to answer, so he couldn't say with a shy face that he was good-looking too.

Besides, Ren Kuan felt that he was ordinary, at most a little taller and more energetic, and only someone like Jiu'er could be called good-looking, and he was not considered.

"I'm just an ordinary person." Ren Kuan said flatly.

Jiu'er's little hand was walking on Ren Kuan's body. Ren Kuan was so anxious just after he came out that he took off his apron and only wore a vest.

From the arm to the wrist, and then to the palm, Jiu'er seemed to be groping for a mysterious toy. Touching was the most intuitive and effective way, allowing him to concretize Ren Kuan in his mind.

The fingertips were inserted from between Ren Kuan's fingers, and finally turned into ten fingers clasped tightly. The temperature of Jiu'er's palm was equally hot, and could also burn Ren Kuan.

"Curious?" Ren Kuan felt Jiu'er's touch, like this soft little milk cat clinging to him, rolling back and forth.

The sense of mystery and novelty made Jiu'er not want to make a sound. He didn't answer Ren Kuan's question, but let go of Ren Kuan's hand, and by groping, he held Ren Kuan's head again.

"Why is it hard?" Jiu'er rubbed Ren Kuan's chin with the back of his hand, rubbing against the stubble lightly, making it numb.

"Because people are rough, people who are exposed to wind and sun, how can they be like you, white and tender."

While the two were talking, Jiu'er stood up involuntarily, squeezed between Ren Kuan's legs, with his knees against Ren Kuan's thighs, and his elbows resting on Ren Kuan's shoulders.

Leaning against Ren Kuan in an almost dependent posture.

Ren Kuan pressed Jiu'er's back. In the quiet environment, his breathing gradually became heavy, and the heat in the air also accelerated.

Touching can mobilize emotions too much, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with the strange feeling. Ren Kuan seems to enjoy it a little. With the movement of Jiu'er's little hand, the heart that has been silent for a long time also begins to become restless.

As far as Ren Kuan's face could touch, Liu'er had touched enough, satisfaction and joy almost overwhelmed Liu'er, the impulse to hug Ren Kuan's neck and get into his arms began to torment Liu'er again.

He was short of breath, his brain was hot, and his knees were weak. As long as Ren Kuan made any encouraging gesture, he could encourage Jiu'er to muster up his courage.

Anxious emotions spread across Jiu'er's chest, and his irritable whole body was about to burn. He unconsciously rubbed Ren Kuan's earlobe until it became hot.

Ren Kuan didn't want to reject Jiu'er, but he couldn't bear the itching on his earlobe, so he pinched Jiu'er's fingers again and played back and forth.

His fingertips were swollen, and Jiu'er's heart was also swollen. He suddenly broke away from Ren Kuan's hand, staggered to wrap his arms around Ren Kuan's neck, and hit Ren Kuan's chest with his whole body.

Frightened by the sudden movement, Ren Kuan leaned back, then stabilized his figure, and put his arms around Jiu'er's back.

"What's wrong?" Ren Kuan patted Jiu'er's back with his big hands, as if coaxing a wayward child.

Jiu'er shook his head, still buried in Ren Kuan's neck and refused to get up.

He himself knows best that he just wants Ren Kuan to hug him. When no one is around, the two embrace each other, listening to Ren Kuan's heartbeat and breathing. There is never a moment, like now, that makes Jiu'er feel extremely at ease and peaceful. Intoxicated.

Many of Jiu'er's actions are expressions of extreme lack of love. Ren Kuan doesn't know much, and he doesn't know how to respond to such overtures.

He could only hold him on his lap and sit down, coaxing him in a low voice, "Are you still curious?"

Jiu'er rested her head on his shoulder, her chin drooping deeply, and Ren Kuan lowered her head to talk to him.

The two of them were breathing tightly together, their foreheads leaning against their foreheads, Jiu'er could feel the temperature, but Ren Kuan's gentle eyes could not be seen.

He was curious, and Ren Kuan told him that he would not be able to enjoy himself all day and night, but Jiu'er knew that he was not only curious now, but his mouth and nose were blocked by this sticky atmosphere.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't make a sound, and he was afraid of interrupting this feeling when he made a sound. Every breath was so sweet that he panicked. He gave up struggling and wanted to sink into it.

Acting like a baby is especially useful for men, Ren Kuan raised his chin, and his voice was still low, "You are billed by the hour. Since I came in to the present, you haven't pressed a single button, and it's too expensive."

Hearing what Ren Kuan said, Jiu'er didn't feel sorry for money for the first time, and rubbed his fingers on Ren Kuan's shoulder, showing a bit of hypocrisy and coquettishness, "You said I'm expensive..."

Ren Kuan said that he is expensive, of course there is a reason why he is expensive, who would not want to be regarded as a treasure?

Ren Kuan was just joking with Jiu'er, his low-pitched laughter reached Jiu'er's ears like a feather caressing it.

Every move was tainted with passion/desire at this moment, Ren Kuan whispered: "Just now I was thinking of helping me save money."

"But you didn't tell me how much you gave the proprietress," Jiu'er poked Ren Kuan's shoulder, as if complaining.

"What's the use of telling you, I have a way to save money here, do you want to listen?" Privacy is not determined by the degree of privacy of the matter, but by the loudness of the two people talking.

If you just want to talk to each other, even if it is a trivial matter, you don't want people to hear it.

Jiu'er was dazzled by this way of whispering, he had the illusion of being held in the palm of Ren Kuan's hand, everything was vague and not clear enough, he was about to lose his way in the sea of ​​Ren Kuan, what did Ren Kuan say to him? He listened to everything, and he believed everything.

He raised his head and asked in a low voice, "How can I save money?"

In the lingering affection, how to save money and what to say to Ren Kuan are no longer important. The important thing is that he and Ren Kuan are very close.

Looking down, he saw Jiu'er curled up in his arms with a docile face, Ren Kuan was a little carried away, and sweet words were almost out of his head, so he opened his mouth.

Some yellow accents, and bold words, in this atmosphere, can't help overflowing, "I'll buy you out, buy it back, and keep it at home."

There was a "stab" sound, like a match being struck, lighting up the ambiguity in the air, the high temperature continued to ferment, and the sweet smell had reached Ren Kuan's throat.

The blush on Jiu'er's cheeks became visible to the naked eye, and she held on to Ren Kuan's shoulder straps, her body was tense and stiff, her lips parted slightly and she didn't dare to speak.

There are two "clang bang" sounds, probably because the electric fan has been used for too long, there is not much oil on the rotor, and the machinery is intertwined, making an unpleasant sound.

Ren Kuan turned his face away, his mind was buzzing, what nonsense was he talking to Jiu'er?How could he apply the trick of chasing little girls to Jiu'er.

The person in the arms didn't notice Ren Kuan's abnormality, and rubbed against Ren Kuan's arms with a red face, his fingers turned white due to excessive force.

Ren Kuan gently opened Jiu'er's fingers, coughed twice, then took out the mobile phone from his pocket pretending to be calm, and pretended to say: "What time is it, have you been out for too long?"

Ren Kuan suddenly raised his voice, causing Jiu'er to tremble. He scratched Ren Kuan's palm and whispered, "Brother Kuan...don't you press it?"

Ren Kuan could tell that Jiu'er was trying to keep him, and he panicked.

Less than an hour after leaving, Ren Kuan said deliberately: "It's getting late, the store is still busy in the afternoon, I have to go back first."

The charming atmosphere collapsed in an instant, Jiu'er didn't have time to recover, and he didn't dare to stop Ren Kuan easily, after getting up, he said with reluctance: "Then... Brother Kuan, go get busy..."

"Okay! Next time!" Ren Kuan staggered towards the downstairs, his pace was a little anxious, and he couldn't help running a few steps when he reached the first floor.

Jiu'er doesn't understand anything, but he is different. Once the door of this small private room is closed, it seems to close the door of morality.

At the beginning, he really wanted to talk to Jiu'er in a serious way, but as he talked, his taste changed. Ren Kuan could still taste the sweetness of the sweet smell just now. .

He shouldn't have said those things to a little boy, and he was still a disabled little boy.

Although he was not considered a gentleman, Jiu'er was still a child in his eyes from the beginning to the end.

It's understandable for Jiu'er to want to get close to him. It's a little boy's yearning for an adult man, but it's wrong for him to lose his mind. He can't cross the line, at least he can't spoil a child.

This matter can't be tasted in detail. After thinking about the relationship between the two of them, it seems that they are walking on thin ice. Ren Kuan didn't go back to the store immediately, and stood on the steps to light a cigarette.

After thinking about it, the problem is not with the leeks, it is probably myself...

It's been a while since I came back. Ren Kuan used to think that things like marriage should just go with the flow, but fate, if you don't take the initiative, often has nothing to do with you.

He put out the cigarette butt, and said to himself: "It's time to get married..." When he looked up, he happened to see Jiu'er standing by the window on the second floor, looking at him.

Ren Kuan's heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that Jiu'er would see the clue, and was about to turn around and run away, when he suddenly remembered that Jiu'er couldn't see, before he could be lucky, fear turned into shame in an instant, making Ren Kuan even more ashamed, wanting to escape.