【Rebirth】Be the canary in your heart

Wen He hugged Lin Yan, who was so sleepy that he didn't even want to walk, and got into the car. His little baby had always had a regular schedule, and he should have gone to bed early at this time. After getting in the car, he leaned on his shoulder and squinted. squinting.

"Sleepy?"

Lin Yan nodded, stuffed the little claw into Wen He's palm, and replied softly:

"Well, I want to sleep, and I want you to stay with me."

"Okay, don't sleep on the way, wait until you get home and take a shower before going to bed."

"Ah."

Lin Yan, who was sleepy and confused, was obedient, Wen He nodded in response no matter what he said, whispering thoughts along the way, the night breeze was cool and damp, Lin Yan's howling added some warmth, Warmth fills the entire rear compartment.

In M, a certain director had just made coffee and sat down when he saw a new email received in his mailbox. Not long after he clicked on it, his originally lazy and casual eyes gradually became focused, and finally became frenzied like a treasure.

In the video, the indifferent and holy oriental beauty is lying on Wen He's shoulders aggrieved, humming and coquettishly asking Wen He to help him take a bath.

If it was something else, Wen He would have agreed without too much hesitation, but not this one, he wasn't sure he could keep calm when he saw the naked baby.

Although I don't want to admit it, at some point men do have to think with their lower body.

Wen He thought he could control his belt to people other than Lin Yan, but Lin Yan couldn't, even if it wasn't a tease, all he could think about was taking the little baby to the bedroom and crying.

On the desk of the study, or the cooking table in the kitchen, the round table in the restaurant, anywhere.

Lin Yan, who was originally too sleepy and lazy to move, became short-tempered after being repeatedly rejected by Wen He. The moment he was angry, he sobered up a lot, and went into Wen He's bedroom angrily.

Normally, Lin Yan would wash himself in his room and then go there with a small pillow, but this time he went straight to Wen He's room in a fit of anger, and when he walked in in a fit of anger, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten his pajamas.

There was a slight difference in height between the two of them, and Wen He's slightly larger-sized shirt was not obtrusive for him to wear as a skirt, just enough to reach up to his knees and cover his little butt.

Lin Yan picked out a pure black shirt at random, picked it up and went into the bathroom. He saw the reason why Wen He rejected him, and he knew even more that without his nodding his approval, Wen He would not touch him even if it was only Teddy. .

The confident little baby with a small temper started to get angry. After taking a bath, he only wore a Wen He black shirt and walked out. He washed his hair while taking a bath, and the hair was dripping wet.

The black shirt just reached his thigh a little lower, and the top two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the delicate collarbone and lovely shoulder sockets.

The ink hair was dripping down, just dripping on the shoulder socket, the young body was slender and beautiful, the silent temptation was better than the deliberate provocation.

Wen He helped Lin Yan warm up a glass of milk in the kitchen downstairs. He was so used to drinking a glass of milk every night in order to sleep peacefully with his eyes closed.

Wen He is willing to indulge Lin Yan's petiteness, and there is no bottom line in pampering him.

Compared with imprisoning Lin Yan by his side with domineering means in the past, Wen He is more inclined to soften Lin Yan's attitude with tenderness and softness as he is now, seeing that he can't bear the grievance of being spoiled by him, and no one but himself Can't stand it.

Lin Yan is not much different from before. He used to be a canary locked in a cage by force, but now he is a spoiled baby.They were also bound by Wen He's side, but one was forced and the other was actively clinging.

When he went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door, Lin Yan held a dry towel and wiped his hair inexperiencedly. Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, his eyes lit up and his chin slightly raised, and ordered:

"Come here, blow your little one's hair."

"Ah."

Wen He put a cup of hot milk on the coffee table, looked up at Lin Yan who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his breathing immediately became heavier.

The ill-fitting shirt was worn loosely by Lin Yan, and the exposed legs were slender and straight. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly longer and were rolled up by Lin Yan a few times, and half of the shoulders were exposed when the little claws waved at Wen He.

"hiko"

Lin Yan could hear the hoarseness in his voice, like a mouse that had stolen lard, snorted twice, frowned and said:

"Help me brush my hair."

"it is good."

Wen He took the dry towel from him. Before that, Wen He had always enjoyed the little gestures of intimacy with Lin Yan. He was usually familiar with drying his hair, but this time the gestures were a little stiff.

He wanted to force himself to focus all his attention on brushing Lin Yan's hair, but he couldn't help but look at his collarbone.

Lin Yan's skin is delicate and easy to leave marks, leaving a hickey on this delicate collarbone must be pure and lustful.

As soon as Wen He thought of this, his body gave the most honest reaction.

Lin Yan didn't seem to notice his strangeness at all, and handed him the hair dryer casually, stretched out his small claws and put them on his lips, yawned, leaned back, and said in a lazily coquettish voice:

"I'm so tired. I'm sleepy. Hurry up, Wen He."

Wen He paused while holding the hair dryer, the wet hair on his fingertips gradually became soft and dry under the blowing of the hot wind, and his usually cold voice was now unreasonably hoarse.

"Ah."

Lin Yan's curly eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the slyness in his eyes, and earnestly clasped his little claws. Suddenly, he found that his fingernails were a little long. After Wen He helped him blow-dry his hair, he took them out of the drawer. The nail clippers were handed to him.

"Wen He, look at my little claws, do they look like the nails you want to cut for me?"

Wen He put away the hair dryer and put it in a drawer. As soon as he turned around, he saw the nail clippers that Lin Yan handed to him. After taking them, he sat beside Lin Yan and said in a low voice:

"I'll cut it for you."

Usually Wen He always enjoys the warm feeling of helping Lin Yan to do some insignificant things, but this time he shot himself in the foot.

Lin Yan is no different from usual, except that he likes to lean on him. When cutting his nails, he puts his legs on him, and finally wants to get his whole body into his arms.

If it was normal, Wen He would indulge him in his arms, but this time he clenched his hand helplessly, and said in a low voice:

"Don't mess around."

Even though Wen He was furious at being teased, he still couldn't bear to vent his anger on Lin Yan, his cold voice was hoarse, but his attitude was as pampering as ever.

"Where is the trouble, Wen He, you don't hug your little baby now, tell me if you don't love me anymore"

Lin Yan's eyes were red with grievance, as if he had suffered some great grievance.

Wen He is introverted by nature, he will take care of every corner of Lin Yan's life gently, and give him tenderness in details, but he seldom talks about loving you.

He doesn't dislike Lin Yan's casual words of liking and love, and most of the time he will cooperate, meet his eyes seriously, and promise softly:

"Love you."

Hearing Wen He's words, Lin Yan jumped into his arms excitedly, put his arms around his neck and kissed his side face, his cunning and agile appearance made Wen He helpless.

Wen He is not stupid, on the contrary, except at the beginning, he has already seen Lin Yan's tricks to tease him deliberately, and he didn't expose it and let him be arrogant.

Wen He was very serious when cutting Lin Yan's nails, carefully cutting off the excess parts, and then replacing them after smoothing them out.

Maybe it's because he has been in contact with musical instruments all year round, so Lin Yan's hands are not good-looking, with clear and slender joints like a perfect work of art.

After the pruning, Lin Yan still lay in Wen He's arms and didn't want to get down. He swayed his arms around his neck, his voice was soft as if wrapped in honey, staring at him with clean and clear eyes, and asked earnestly:

"When will you take a bath, I want you to hug me to sleep, or you won't be able to sleep."

Wen He didn't believe this. He had acted like a baby several times and told Lin Yan not to hug Lin Yan, who couldn't sleep. Every time he just left and lay on the bed, he snored like a little piggy.

"I'm going to take a shower, and I'll come back to accompany you after I take a shower."

Lin Yan stared at Wen He's Adam's apple that slid up and down, and boldly stretched out his small claws to touch it.

Wen He, who had been spoiling him with a good temper before, reached out and grabbed his hand in his palm before his fingertips touched it. His cold voice sounded a warning.

Wen He's appearance was profound, and his aura was indifferent. It was only because he used to be used to him in front of Lin Yan that his restrained aura was less oppressive.

But now, Lin Yan was frightened for a moment, and the fierce aura made the little baby a little unhappy. He stretched out his claws and tugged at the corner of Wen He's clothes, and muttered softly:

"If you want to kill me, I will be really angry."

After tossing around like this all night and still being angry, if the little baby is really angry, can he climb the wall and peel off the tiles?

"I didn't hurt you, be good, go to the bed and wait for me first."

Lin Yan stared at the little blood in his eyes, and began to feel a little scared in his heart. The well-behaved chick nodded his head like pecking rice, and got out of his arms and went to the bed.

At.o

He was indeed unprepared. Occasionally the two of them were sleeping together, or in the bathroom, and Lin Yan sneaked a peek at them. The two of them were simply not of the same type.

Lin Yan was delicate and afraid of pain, and even wondered logically whether he could be on top.

I want to stuff a winter melon into a teacup, how can this be matched!

Lin Yan propped his chin on the pillow while Wen He was taking a bath, frowning, thinking seriously about countermeasures.He is stingy towards Wen He and doesn't want to be touched by others. At the age when he is most energetic, it is unrealistic for them to be in a platonic relationship for a lifetime.

Lin Yan's tangled face wrinkled into a ball. He squinted his eyes and sniffed the pillow. After confirming that the smell on the other side was stronger, he rolled to the side. He changed to another pillow and lay down on his stomach to continue thinking about life.

"What are you thinking about?"

Hearing someone ask, Lin Yan who was in a trance replied without thinking:

"Thinking about how to chop Wen He up"

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