Pastel Colors

Day0922:16

Steam was steaming in the bathroom on the second floor, and white mist curled up.

The surface of the frosted glass door was covered with water marks. Countless drops of water splashed onto the door like rain, and then slipped down one after another.Behind the door is a naked male body, tall, muscular, tough and sexy.

He rinsed his body quickly, without hesitation at all.

The phone on the windowsill suddenly turned on the screen, and then vibrated.The ringtone has not been changed, it is the default ringtone of the system.The shower door was pushed halfway open immediately, a slender and powerful arm stretched out from the hazy water vapor, and took the phone in.

He Zhiyuan connected the phone and put it to his ear: "Songran?"

The shower above the head poured a fine water column, which flowed across the glass screen along the strands of wet hair.

Song Ran heard the sound of dripping water at the other end, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking a shower and going to work after washing."

He Zhiyuan raised his head, let the hot water pour down on his face, rubbed his free hand vigorously through his hair, with a relaxed expression, and a teasing smile on the corner of his lips: "My phone is not waterproof, it can only last for ten seconds, what do you think?" I said...as soon as possible."

The implication is, give me an answer within ten seconds.

Song Ran was nervous at first, didn't think about how to speak, and then was urged by the limited time, as expected, he stuttered again.He said "I, I, I" for a long time, but couldn't hold back the words "I do", the more he got stuck, the more frustrated he became, and finally he hit his head on the bed, shouting: "I'm sorry!"

He Zhiyuan's fingers stiffened, and he pulled out several hairs.

What do you mean, he was issued a card?

"No no no no, I'm not sorry!"

Song Ran covered her mouth, closed her eyes, took a dozen or so deep breaths, and finally yelled loudly with her heart rate soaring over [-]: "I am willing to be with you and help you raise Bubu!"

He Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief silently, turned off the shower, and said softly, "I'm very happy to hear the good news early in the morning."

He stepped out of the shower, stepped barefoot on the champagne-colored carpet, reached for the towel, and began to wipe his hair.

When Songran heard the silence over there, her heart skipped a beat: "You... finished washing?"

"Well, it's done."

After washing, that means...Mr. He is completely naked now.

Song Ran knelt on the bed, grasped the quilt tightly with five fingers, and her ears were faintly pink.He couldn't help imagining some seductive R-rated images, such as wet chest, swallowing Adam's apple, and violently contracted abdominal muscles, but he didn't know that the reality was even more nosebleed than his imagination.

How eye-catching is He Zhiyuan's figure?

When he was studying at a pool party, he was afraid of the heat, so he lay down on the sun lounger in the corner for a while, drank half a glass of low-alcohol fruit wine, did nothing else, and caught a pool of bikini mermaids.

Even now, the habit of exercising all the year round keeps his figure in peak condition—the chest muscles are tight and elastic, and can freely control the beating; the back muscles are broad and thick, like a pair of armor covering the butterfly bones; the waistline is drawn inward The bundles are narrow and strong, showing a beautiful inverted triangle shape; the shape of the abdominal muscles is distinct, and each piece has a fresh vitality, which expands and contracts regularly with the rhythm of breathing, and naturally rises and falls.

Such a figure is no less sexy than the male models covered in essential oils in magazines.

Songran is a little virgin, and he can't stand being teased, only thinking of a little bit of masculinity makes his mind flustered.He Zhiyuan heard that his breathing rhythm had changed, he lowered his head and smiled, and decided to end this topic before the ambiguous atmosphere became stronger.

He has measure.

Lifting it up in the air but not being able to eat it, although it is uncomfortable, he will not feel better either.It's better to keep a good taste, and enjoy it slowly when we meet in the future.

He grabbed the towel and wiped it down, and when he wiped his back, he came up with a new topic: "Now that the relationship is confirmed, do you want to consider changing the name to something more intimate?"

Song Ran was stunned when he heard the words.

Besides Mr. He, what else could he call him?This seems a bit difficult.

"Well, a more intimate name, right?" Song Ran threw away his morals and started brainstorming alone, and after a while, he got two alternatives, which he tentatively presented to the decision-making party, "You prefer me to call you, uh , Zhiyuan...or old, husband?"

He Zhiyuan almost fell over in the bathroom.

Of course he was referring to "Zhiyuan", but he never expected that Songran could directly say "husband" out of his mouth.At the same time as I heard those two words, a rush of hot blood rushed straight to my lower abdomen, and a certain part covered by the bath towel immediately changed from semi-hard to fully hard, jumping alive and well.

A virgin is so flirtatious, God can't stand it.

Songran has too little experience in this area, and he didn't know it when he was flirting, and he was still waiting for an answer in embarrassment, thinking that if He Zhiyuan unfortunately chose "husband", he might have to use "Hello" instead of addressing him in the future. That's not as good as "Mr. He".

He Zhiyuan wiped it hastily, threw down the towel, and said helplessly: "You don't need to change it, I think 'Mr. He' sounds pretty good, you...you should call it that first."

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for three days.

He returned to the bedroom, put his mobile phone in hands-free mode and put it on the bed, opened the cloakroom, and found a pair of clean bullet underwear.

In this state, it is not easy to wear underwear.

The hyperactive penis has been fully erected, nearly 180 degrees high, the shaft is slightly curved inward, shaped like a goose neck, and the tip is a little stuck to the abdomen, which is so hard that it swells and hurts.He Zhiyuan bent down to put on his underwear, the small half of his penis protruded from the waist of the trousers, the edge of the fabric just strangled the bright red meat head, rubbing against the coronal groove from time to time, it was very uncomfortable.

He adjusted the position with his hands, trying to tilt it a little bit, but he still couldn't get it in. He had to change into a pair of mid-waist underwear, which barely accommodated the vigorous cock.

After five years of vacancy, he considered himself to be half a beast.If Songran can't recognize the situation again, just say a few innocent and lovely words to tease him, maybe he will be fucked to the point where he can't even cry on the first night.

Song Ran felt a chill through the phone, shivering inexplicably, and quickly grabbed the blanket to wrap her body tightly.

He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it was very hot, and the fever didn't go away, why did he suddenly become cold?

On the other end of the phone, He Zhiyuan only wore a pair of underwear and had his hair blown, revealing his muscular body.On the other end of the phone, Song Ran knelt on the bed, her pajamas and pajamas were not left behind, and she even wrapped herself into a large rice dumpling.

"Mr. He, I, I have a little immature question."

Song Ran raised her hand anxiously, her feet moved under the blanket, Bai Run's five left toes hooked on her right toes.

He Zhiyuan stood up straight, turned off the hair dryer: "Say it."

Songran asked: "Do you really like me? I'm an ordinary person with no merits. If you go to the road, you can stick a pole like me. I've never been in a relationship before. This is the first time Once, I felt very unreasonable. If you are unhappy with me in a few months and want to change to a better one, break up... I will not be able to bear it. "

"I really like you, and it's impossible to change in a few months."

He Zhiyuan didn't hesitate, and gave him the most direct affirmative answer: "Before you appeared, I was single for five full years, and you were the first person who made me want to start a family. If I treat you as a joke, blasphemous It's my own feelings."

Standing in front of the closet, he slid his fingers gradually over a row of ironed solid-color shirts, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not looking for a bed partner, nor a lover. Song Ran, I put you in at the same time." Of the two characters, one will grow up with Boob in the future, and one will sleep in my arms at night. This is the closest and most trustworthy person with me for the rest of my life, and I will not mess around. Maybe I haven’t thought about it long enough , I made a decision in one thought, which makes you feel uneasy, but I promise, my promise is valid for life."

Listening to He Zhiyuan's words, Song Ran felt like crying for some reason.

He steamed the stuffed rice dumplings for a while, then muttered in a low voice, "Mr. He, I haven't studied any serious books, I only have a junior high school education."

He Zhiyuan smiled: "I don't care."

"Besides, I am not stable in receiving manuscripts, and the money I earn can't even support myself."

He Zhiyuan encouraged him: "You are still young, you will grow up in the future."

"Then... I'm still sick, I like to count when I'm fine, and I can't stop when I count..."

He Zhiyuan was a little annoyed: "Sickness can be cured, even if it really can't be cured, I don't mind."

Seeing that he couldn't say it, Song Ran slammed into the flames and broke the boat: "I, I spoke rudely, and I called you an idiot last time!"

"you!"

He Zhiyuan closed his eyes suddenly, clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead popped up one after another, and he pulled off a silver-gray shirt violently with a raised hand.The empty clothes hanger swayed violently on the crossbar, almost flying sideways.

"Do you really think that I can't cure you?" He turned around and threw his shirt on the bed, propped the bed up with one hand, grabbed his phone and growled over there, "Songran, I'm 31 years old this year, and I've passed the day long ago You have to force me to be childish about the age you like or not, okay, let me tell you: I have a junior high school education, I can’t support myself, I’m sick, call me an idiot... I don’t care at all, I I just want you, understand?!"

Song Ran grabbed the blanket on his chest in a daze, blinked his eyes slowly, then his face turned red suddenly, his heart was beating wildly, and he turned into a boiling kettle.

"Listen... I understand."

He Zhiyuan asked angrily: "Will you still talk nonsense in the future?"

Song Ran shook her head frantically: "No, stop talking!"

The air finally calmed down, and the smell of gunpowder that was on the verge of explosion receded.Songran was holding the phone, as if wearing a fixed cassock, which was rigidly built on the bed like a statue, not daring to move an inch for a long time.The lingering sound lingered in my ears, one sentence lingered thousands of times, it was He Zhiyuan's angry voice - I just want you!

Song Ran gently patted his chest, tears almost fell down, he just wanted to show He Zhiyuan a yellow card.

This is so foul.

In the past, when Mr. He scolded him, he would be depressed for at least a whole day, but now that Mr. He scolded him, he almost fainted with joy—is this the feeling of being in love?

He fell back on the bed, bit the corner of the quilt and rolled several times in a row, moved to the side of the bed, and reached out to turn off the overhead light - he wanted to hide in the dark and listen to He Zhiyuan's magnetic The voice spoke to him.

Just talk to him alone.

This excellent man, his voice, his love, all belong to him alone.Looking around, there is no better man than Mr. He in the world.

Song Ran was so excited that he rolled the beige blanket two more times.

But suddenly, his movements froze.

Really can't find it?

He lay there motionless, staring at the dark ceiling.It was like a curtain, slowly opened to both sides, and on the softly glowing screen, it reflected the deep and handsome face in the sun and inside the car window that made him miss it day and night.