The seventh rule of the male god

——People always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but worry about gains and losses when happiness is in progress.

The skylight is open, the midday sun is shining in the mountains, even the quilt is full of the warmth of the sun, Yun Changfeng is lying sideways on the bed and sleeping satiated, his sleeping appearance is very good, there is a little peace isolated from the world in the quiet , the sun was kissing his fair cheeks, the collar was half open, the sun was like a naughty child, dancing on his collarbone, and slipping into his clothes - it was nap time.

Yuan Chengguang opened the door and stood there, his eyes were like water, following the sunlight and gently gliding across Yun Changfeng's body, cold and inclusive.

After watching for a while, he made a slight sound as he walked, and the eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled before he opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, without even the doubts of waking up.

Such a person lives too transparently.

Yuan Chengguang thought faintly, Yun Changfeng and him looked at each other, sat up and stretched, his whole body was warm and relaxed, and the hair tips and fingertips were full of lazy smell, so comfortable that he almost wanted to sigh.

Following his movements, a section of shiny waist was revealed, with a warm color like suet white jade, and the top fit the body as if it were inseparable, like an ambiguous hint.

Seduction is a very intriguing thing, and it can be roughly divided into four types. The first is intentional but unable to seduce, the second is intentional but cannot be seduced, the third is unintentional and cannot be seduced, and the fourth is This kind is unintentionally hooked.

This realm needs to be pondered by oneself, and the concept has to be comprehended by oneself. At Yun Changfeng's realm, there is no need to divide it by category.

Yuan Chengguang stood by the bed and looked at Yun Changfeng, with a blue sea in his eyes, he breathed out slightly: "Did you sleep well?"

Yun Changfeng bent down to put on his slippers, and glanced at the round clock with a white frame hanging on the wall—no more, no less, just slept for two hours.

"The atmosphere in the mountains is so beautiful, the sun is too warm in the mountains, and it is difficult to sleep well."

"I think everyone wants a nap time when they're tired."

The sound of birds chirping sounded in my ears, which seemed to be coming from afar, and it was melodious. Yun Changfeng continued: "The focus is on the mountains."

"...Okay. Are you going to sit in the sun room? Just wake up and be completely captured by the incomparable beauty of nature."

Yun Changfeng and Yuan Chengguang went downstairs together. The entire huge mountain villa combines multiple elements, seeking harmony from contradictions, and neutralizing each other. An old big tree in the middle becomes a forest alone. All the designs are The above building is combined with it.

The two walked through the circuitous corridor entwined with ancient vines, and the mountain scenery was completely in contact with each other——

Yuan Chengguang sat in the hanging basket with his legs bent, wearing a thin white sweater, blue fat man cartoon slippers on his feet, and his trouser legs rolled up, a bit casual, with a very special taste.

He stared out of the window—in a daze.

Yun Changfeng sat in the hanging basket on the other side, looking down at "Confessions of a Mask" written by Yukio Mishima. The evening sun slanted in from the outside and sprinkled on his hair, giving off a slight glow. golden.

Yuan Chengguang looked at him back to his senses, and he could see that when the sun lightly kissed his eyelashes trembled reflexively, casting a half-moon-shaped shadow, Yuan Chengguang's heart moved slightly.

"Compared to Mishima's "Confessions of a Mask", I prefer Manuel's "Kiss of the Spider Woman"."

Hearing this, Yun Changfeng moved his fingertips slightly, closed the book, and casually said:

"Japanese romance."

Two hanging baskets were hung in the sun room, and some magazines and fruits were randomly placed on the small circular high table in the middle. After Yun Changfeng closed the book, he put it on it, and took an orange from the fruit plate and peeled it.

The orange was a bit soft, Yun Changfeng peeled the orange slowly, his hands got wet, he didn't recommend it, he squinted his eyes and took a bite, the plump water filled his mouth, it was slightly sour and more sweet.

Yuan Chengguang's body swayed slightly with the hanging basket, he took a bite of the orange that Yun Changfeng handed over, and rolled his eyes with a smile.

Such a pure smile——

Lying on the hospital bed, Wei Wei yawned, the wound on the corner of his mouth was touched, and he frowned slightly. Suddenly, the door of the ward was opened, and a young man came out dressed in a white doctor's robe, with a kind of gentleness like the wind and the moon.

The tail looked at Luya with a half-smile, and the sound of the tail rose: "The second young master of the Proust family~"

Luya raised his eyebrows, with a calm attitude, walked to the vase, and glanced calmly at the medical bill covered by falling flowers, "I didn't know you would be kidnapped."

"You also know, the arms - I have provoked a lot of people, and this time the Proust family has taken advantage of it. If I hadn't known that you had long since faded away from Proust, I wouldn't guarantee it. Will you be regarded as a fat sheep, or a very delicious one, I really don’t understand, you are not the second young master Proust, what kind of doctor are you here?”

Wei Xiao's interest, but his tone is very flat, because his family and the Proust family have always been in a cooperative relationship. Although there are often conflicts of interest, they are considered to be on good terms.

"Poetry and distant places are always needed." Luya continued: "Where is Yuan Chengguang? I didn't come to see you—" He remembered that the relationship between Wei and Yuan Chengguang was very good. with.

Tail raised the corner of his eyes and said, "He is now chasing the person I like."

Lure asked uncertainly: "Sick sentence?"

"of course not."

After getting Wei's answer, Luya frowned. Seeing that he had a natural expression, he took out the jasmine flowers that were put in the vase in the morning. They were pale yellow with heavy petals, and each flower bloomed very well. People's visits are naturally polluted.

He remembered something and changed the subject: "The American sweetheart who is popular recently climbed into your second uncle's bed. That woman is three years younger than you and she is pregnant with a child. Would you call him second aunt?"

Wei stood up, thinking of the woman with the face of an angel, picked up the scissors and cut the white rose rhizome next to the vase a little shorter, slowly inserted it into the vase, tore off a few white petals and floated on the water, sarcastically said:

"There are always people who can't wait to escape from this circle, and there are always some people who want to enter this circle with a broken neck."

Luya threw Jasmine into the trash basket beside him, and said softly, "It's human nature."

After Luya left the ward, Wei lay back on the bed again, without turning on the light, the ward was completely dark.

After a while, there was a slight sound of the door opening and closing again.

A warm body carefully moved close to Tail's body, trying not to touch his injured area.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were hurt—"

The man's voice was a little trembling, and the quiet voice could vaguely distinguish the apology, self-blame, worry, and infatuation.

"Then just use your body to apologize."

Wrapping the tail around the opponent's body, deliberately lowering the voice in the opponent's ear to make an ambiguous, magnetic and sexy sound, and casually ignited and teased the opponent with his fingers.

He could feel the temperature coming from his fingertips, his thin muscles were tense and tense, full of strength that could explode at any time. Even after touching it many times, the man's reaction was still a bit stiff, but it was straightforward and shy. taboo taste.

Tail took off the other party's shirt neatly, and his lips fell on the other party's collarbone, and slowly moved down, one after another warm and warm kiss.

The man unzipped Wei's trousers, stretched his hands into his underwear, and slowly put them on. Then he buried his head, and some hair fell on Wei's belly.

Tail couldn't help raising his head and panting lightly.

Everything was out of rhythm, and the man sat down with his hands propped up by the faint light outside the window.

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The man couldn't help raising his neck and moaning. Oh, like a dying swan, with invisible tears in his eyes, he was momentarily absent-minded and confused.

The clothes are all faded, the mind is confused, the emotion is confused, the soul and the flesh collide.

The sound gradually died down, the man crawled on Wei's legs, Wei turned on the light, put his hand on the other's bare back, and stroked lightly once and for all, going down the spine and stopping at the tailbone, "Recently What mission did you take?"

The person froze because of the movement of the tail, and then relaxed again. The place that was used just now was still a little open and closed. The tail looked at it interestingly, and slowly entered with his fingers.

"Um--"

The man was caught off guard and yelled forbearance. Because his face was stuffy on the bed, his voice was a little fuzzy, but he could still distinguish the meaning of the words: "Going to Argentina, the target is kf."

The tail movement is stagnant.

"What's the matter?" The man looked up in confusion, revealing a very ordinary face. The only outstanding thing was his eyes, which were firm and forbearing, revealing a quiet indifference. At this time, the corners of his eyes were red and slightly wet. It hides secret love and humble longing. ——is the ancestor.