Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

When the two came out of the playground, there were still many fans following behind. Han Xiyou opened the passenger door and let Lan Jia sit in, and then turned around and said to the fans: "You can send me the photos you took today via Weibo. The more the better, the better. Thank you everyone, go home and be safe." After speaking, he got into the driver's seat and started the car out of the parking lot.

Lan Jia quietly raised his hand and looked at the ring on his ring finger with two dimples hanging sweetly on his face. He felt that this ring was enough. Although they only spent a few hundred yuan, they used it by themselves. Made with my heart, only this pair.

"Idiot, do you like it that much?" Han Xiyou rubbed his hair, his face full of doting expression.

"Yeah! Of course I like it. You made it yourself. It's a priceless treasure." Lan Jia looked at him happily, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Xiyou, please step aside, hurry up."

Han Xiyou looked at him inexplicably and suddenly cheered up, but obediently parked the car on the side of the road.

Lan Jia pulled the coat on the back seat to cover his head, then covered his eyes and said mysteriously: "You are not allowed to look! Did you hear that?"

Han Xiyou laughed and said, "Why don't you allow me to watch it?"

"It doesn't matter, you can't watch it anyway, just promise me, it will be fine soon."

"Okay, then be careful."

"No peeking!"

"Don't look at it, let's go."

Han Xiyou leaned on the back of the car with his eyes closed, and he didn't see any special shops on the road just now... Han Xiyou slowly recalled the shops that passed by just now, and suddenly seemed to think of something, but he felt that his idiot should... No way?

BOOM!

Just thinking about it, Han Xiyou felt that his small universe had already exploded.

Lan Jiashen mysteriously hid a bag in the back seat, then quickly got into the passenger driver and lifted the clothes covering his head, "Hey, you didn't peek at it, did you?"

Han Xiyou pressed his head and kissed him hard, "Of course, I will do what I say, idiot, can we go home?"

Lan Jia smiled and nodded, "Go home!"

Seeing his smiling face, Han Xiyou filled his heart with countless sweetness and warmth. It was the first time that the word "home" made him feel so looking forward to it. It was not a word, but a destination.

After returning home, Lan Jia made some light and easy-to-digest food for the two of them for supper, and also finished the packed snacks by the way.

After dinner, Han Xiyou swiped Weibo with his tablet, and his private messages were already full. When he opened it, they were all photos of the two of them.

I have to say that the power of the masses is great. Many of the photos are really beautiful, not inferior to professional photographers. Among the many photos are some Q-version images in the form of comics. The more Han Xiyou looks at it, the more he loves it. Almost every one of them are preserved.He plans to develop all these photos and hang them all over the house.

"Xiyou, I'm going to take a shower first."

"it is good."

Lan Jia quietly carried the bag and went into the bathroom, while Han Xiyou was still staring at the tablet.

It was the first time for Lan Jia to take a bath in Han Xiyou's bathroom. Although he was a man, as a person immersed in the entertainment industry, he really had a lot of bottles and jars. Make a note of it.

Han Xiyou's bath liquid only had a faint fragrance, so Lan Jia deliberately applied a little more, and then wiped it on, trying to wash herself white and fragrant.Although his face was flushed when he thought of the things in the bag, he bought it without hesitation when he saw it just now.

He likes Han Xiyou, so it is his duty to please his lover. Thinking of this, Lan Jia blushed and took out the things in the bag, and put them on very awkwardly.

The mirror in the bathroom was covered with mist by the mist, and only a vague figure could be seen in the mirror, with pointed white ears, a plush collar around the neck, and thin, almost transparent clothes , sideways can also see a long white tail behind the fluffy shorts.

Lan Jia patted his face, took a deep breath, grabbed the bell on the collar with his right hand and walked towards the person on the sofa step by step.

As soon as Han Xiyou put down the tablet and was about to go to the bedroom, he was hugged from behind, and then he saw a plush bracelet on his arm around his chest, and when he turned his head slightly, a head with white ears buried it Into his shoulder socket.

Han Xiyou stretched out his arms and pulled the man directly into his arms from behind. He couldn't help but gasped. His idiot was nestled in his arms like a cute but naughty little cat demon, and there was still a light bath on his body. The fragrance of dew, the thin and transparent clothes can't cover the body that has gradually turned pink because of shyness.

"Baby, is this a gift for me?" Han Xiyou whispered in his ear.

Lan Jia hugged his neck, buried her head in it hard, her white ears turned red, and her body involuntarily shrank into his arms, then nodded.

Although it was shameful and a little embarrassing, he felt that Han Xiyou liked it, so he wasn't afraid at all, and felt that it was all worth it.

Han Xiyou picked up the person in his arms and went back to the bedroom. When he put the person on the bed, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Although he was a little huddled, he looked even more charming and attractive.

Han Xiyou caressed his baby fondly, and their lips were entangled with each other. Lan Jia's clothes really created convenience for him, eliminating the need to take off his clothes.

Lan Jia and Han Xiyou were facing each other, their raised arms covered their eyes so they couldn't see their expressions clearly.

Han Xiyou took his arm away in distress, and sure enough, his eyes were already red, "Xiaojia, I..."

Lan Jia sniffed, and used the remaining bit of willpower to push Han Xiyou down and sit down directly.

The heart-wrenching pain made him couldn't help scolding his mother, no, he didn't even have the strength to scold his mother, his eyes hurt instantly as if he had been poked with pepper water, and it seemed that every corner of his body was connected with fine and dense tears. tingling.

Lan Jia was in a cold sweat, lying on Han Xiyou's body exhausted and gasping for breath, she couldn't help but said aggrievedly: "Xiyou, I'm in so much pain."

Han Xiyou kissed his forehead and didn't know what to say. This idiot, he chose this position for the first time, and he just sat down with his life. No wonder it didn't hurt, and he didn't know if he was injured or not.

"Idiot, it's okay, let's not do it, let me see if you're injured." Han Xiyou gently stroked his reddish cheeks, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

Lan Jia lay on his chest and hugged him tightly, shaking her head, "No, I don't feel any pain anymore."

In order to show that he was not in pain, he moved a little bit, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the grin.

Still...it hurts so much!

Han Xiyou slowly moved him down again, kissed the tip of his nose, feeling that his heart was full of pretensions, and he was willing to trade everything for this person.

Fame, money, reputation, glory, everything he has combined is not enough to compare with this person.

Heavy breathing, ambiguous moans, hot sweat, fiery kisses, and the shining starry sky belonged to their first night.