Raise birds when the forest grows

a photo.

In the photo are two beautifully plated steaks, accompanied by half a bottle of red wine.

Immediately afterwards, another line of words jumped out: good wine, good food, I'm missing you!

Lin Wurong was so excited that he almost dropped his phone.

When he was about to go out, he squeezed the handle hard, took a few deep breaths, and then went upstairs after he collected himself.

Before he could ring the bell, the door opened automatically.

"Welcome to the humble house!"

While Feng Jian was speaking witty words, he also made a gesture of inviting him in.

Amused by his humor, Lin Wurong smiled and entered the living room.

After he saw the things on the dining table clearly, he froze by the table as if he had been acupunctured.

In addition to red wine and steak, there are two purple candles on the table.

A faint flame was beating on the candle wick, casting a small piece of swaying light and shadow, which also reflected Lin Wurong's throbbing and restless mood at this moment.

Seeing him staring at the candle, Feng Jian explained: "Oh, this is a small gift my friend brought back from Provence a few years ago. It said it contained lavender essential oil. I took it and stuffed it, completely forgot. I packed it up a few days ago. The house just turned upside down. If you don’t need to drop the essential oil, it will be astigmatized. Don’t you like the smell? Then I put it out.”

Feng Jian was about to go up and blow out the candles as he spoke.

Lin Wurong's brain became hot, he pulled him back and said, "Don't blow it, I like the smell of lavender, light it."

Feng Jian turned his head and looked at him for two seconds, a faint smile flashed on his lips.

He straightened up and said softly, "Okay, listen to you!"

07 First Attempt ([-])

After the two were seated, Lin Wurong found that his knee was touching Feng Jian's, and hurriedly moved aside.

Feng Jian poured the red wine and handed him a glass.

"Congratulations on my housewarming?" Feng Jian suggested.

Lin Wurong nodded with a grin, and raised his wine glass.

The transparent glasses made a crisp sound when they touched each other lightly.

Both of them drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp, and Feng Jian refilled another glass, urging at the same time: "Eat quickly, or it will be cold."

The dining table in Feng Jian's house is very small, so it's fine for one person to eat.

Now there are two big men sitting around, with wine glasses and candles, the space seems crowded.

Lin Wurong was a little guilty and didn't dare to meet Feng Jian, so he shrunk his shoulders and cut the steak.

He seldom used a knife and fork at ordinary times, his movements were unfamiliar, and he couldn't let go of his hands and feet. The blade slashed back and forth on the steak several times, but he failed to cut off the meat.

Just when he felt embarrassed, a pair of knives and forks stretched out, and a soft voice came from his ears at the same time.

"I'll help you."

Feng Jian skillfully cut the steak into a size suitable for the mouth, and carefully dipped each piece with sauce.

"Okay, eat while it's hot."

Looking at the divided steaks on the plate, Lin Wurong's brows twitched and his lips pursed.

It seems that I can only admit it.

Anyway, it has completely fallen, and there is no turning back, a straight man is a straight man, at worst, he will fall in love again.

The atmosphere of the dinner was a bit strange.

Lin Wurong didn't speak, and Feng Jian didn't speak much.

The meal came to an end quietly, and the whole bottle of red wine was almost finished by the two of them.

After clearing away the plates, Feng Jian poured the last bit of Fa Cai wine into Lin Wurong's cup, and asked curiously, "Why don't you talk? Is it too delicious to talk about, or is it too bad to spit it out?" ?”

This time, Lin Wurong didn't laugh because of his witty words, but raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, and then he mustered up the courage to say: "It's because it's so delicious. After eating your meal, I haven't eaten yet." A gift for you."

The candle seemed to burn something, and the flame jumped a few times, casting orange light into Feng Jian's eyes.

"Give me your gift now, okay?"

"Now? What do you want, I don't have anything..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Wurong felt that a hand was suddenly holding the back of his head. Feng Jian's facial features were magnified in his sight, and his soft and moist lips brushed the corners of his mouth lightly. Withdrew immediately.

Feng Jian's nose is only a little away from his own, no matter who moves, they will touch each other.

There was a soft breathing sound in the ear, "Do I need to apologize to you?"

Lin Wurong's eyes widened, not wanting to understand what was going on.

Seeing him dumbfounded, Feng Jian smiled lowly, and bullied him again.

Different from the previous temptation, Feng Jian put in more strength, pressed his lips against Lin Wurong's lips and twisted them slowly, and took another piece of his lips into his mouth, sucking a few times before he was reluctant to let go.

"Hey, if you don't talk, I'm going to make a big mistake and write a review afterwards!"

Feng Jian raised an eyebrow and teased him with a suppressed smile.

Unexpectedly, when Lin Wurong heard this, mist appeared in his eyes, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

Feng Jian was panicked by this unexpected reaction, and quickly let go of his hand, ready to apologize sincerely.

Lin Wurong hugged his neck as if he was afraid that he would run away, and kissed him hard.

Lin Wurong's lips and hands trembled a little, the kissing movements were obviously unfamiliar, and there was no other movement other than pressing the other's lips firmly.

Feng Jian took advantage of the situation to pull him up from the seat, supported his neck with one hand, and wrapped his waist with the other, making the two of them inseparable. Then he stuck out his tongue and pried open Lin Wurong's lips and teeth.

The flexible tip of the tongue lingers in the mouth, brushing the gums while teasing the stiff tongue from time to time.

Sensing a little reaction from the other party, Feng Jian immediately stepped up his offensive, rolled up his tongue, invited the little guy to go crazy with him, and sucked the saliva that Lin Wurong had no time to swallow into his mouth.

Convinced that the other party could not escape from him, the hand that was holding his neck slowly slipped down.

The fingertips stood up slightly, and slowly moved along Lin Wurong's spine, and finally stretched in from the hem of the shirt, soothing the hot skin.

Lin Wurong felt like a live fish being steamed, and his whole body was so hot that he panicked.

Being passionately kissed and touched by Feng Jian made him unable to think at all. He could only let the other party's hand walk up and down his back, and finally slipped into the jeans that he didn't know when he loosened.

When the palms pressed the elastic buttocks, Feng Jian obviously felt that Lin Wurong's body stiffened, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

He let go of his lips, and seeing the unconcealable panic in the other's eyes, he immediately understood.

"Are you a virgin?" Feng Jian's voice was extremely gentle for fear of scaring him again.

Lin Wurong's mind is still on strike, and he can't figure out whether he is a virgin if he only masturbates.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Jian pressed his fingers on the thin hole between his buttocks, which really made him more nervous.

Feng Jian stopped moving, and gently supported his buttocks with his entire palm, and asked again: "The first time?"

Lin Wurong shook his head stupidly, thinking that he had used a massage stick before, so it was not the first time.

However, when he saw a strange look in Feng Jian's eyes, he hurriedly and honestly explained: "I've only used a massage stick, and I haven't done it with anyone."

This answer obviously surprised Feng Jian.

He stayed there for two seconds, raised the corners of his lips, and whispered in his ear: "I will definitely make you throw away the massage stick!"

08 First Attempt ([-])

Lin Wurong understood Feng Jian's implication, his face blushed, and he lowered his head unwilling to look at the other's teasing eyes.

Feng Jian moved his hands away from his hips, cupped his face with both hands, and forced him to look at him.

"Come take a bath with me. It's not very comfortable to be covered in oily smoke while frying steak."

bath!

Immediately, Lin Wurong thought of the circular bathtub in the bathroom that was said to have a massage function.

Back then, he thought that Feng Jian would really enjoy using such a big bathtub by himself.

Didn't expect it to work like this.

Being dragged into the bathroom by Feng Jian, Lin Wurong was still a little nervous, and it took him 2 minutes to unbutton his shirt.

The faucet kept pouring water into the bathtub, and the sound of rushing water could not wash away the shyness in his heart.

After taking off his jeans, his fingers were frozen on the waist of his underwear, and he couldn't muster the courage to pull down the thin piece of fabric.

Feng Jian quickly stripped himself naked, and turned around to find that Lin Wurong was still struggling with the bottom line.

He put his arms around his chest from behind, pulled his hands away from the waistband of his trousers, and leaned into his ear and said, "It's okay, don't force yourself, take your time. This thing should be enjoyed, not tortured. Your expression is so Pain, I will be sad."

After finishing speaking, he put Lin Wurong's soft earlobe into his mouth, and gently fiddled with it with the tip of his tongue.

Lin Wurong's body trembled, and he felt his waist soften instantly.

He never knew that his ears could also be sensitive areas, the numb feeling was indescribably good, and the hot air sprayed into the cochlea was even more intoxicating.

Feng Jian's hands began to wander over him.

The manicured nails brushed gently over the small particles of the areola like feathers, and the completely avoided nipples just stood up tremblingly, begging for more attention.

Feng Jian ignored their thoughts, stroking his soft waist back and forth with his warm palm.

Lin Wurong couldn't straighten his back any longer, and completely stuck to Feng Jian's chest, closing his eyes to feel his touch.

As his hands touched more parts, his panting gradually became heavier.

Xiaolin's lower abdomen became congested and enlarged, and he felt a little uncomfortable wrapped in his underwear.

Seeing that his small tent was very hard to set up, Feng Jian hooked the edge of his underwear with his little finger, and released the high-spirited Xiaolin.

Feng Jian kissed his shoulders and neck one after another, not very fast but very regular.

Just when Lin Wurong felt that everything was so soothing, Feng Jian's hand suddenly grasped Xiao Xiaolin who had become an adult, and his fingertips quickly brushed over the small eyes at the top.

Lin Wurong's body trembled as if he had been electrified, and he hummed twice.

The clear liquid from the small eyes seeped into Feng Jian's fingers, which were wet and sticky.

Feng Jian raised his head, smiled and said, "The voice is really nice."

Lin Wurong didn't expect that he would groan so soon, and he felt even more ashamed when he was told this, and he pursed his lips tightly, not daring to speak.

Feng Jian stopped teasing him, took off his underwear completely and pulled him into the bathtub.

The water surface suddenly rose a lot, and the regular movement of the water waves slapped on the sensitive skin, making Lin Wurong feel his whole body warm up.

Half lying in the bathtub, Lin Wurong realized that it was not much different from lying on the bed.

He was imprisoned in a small space by Feng Jian, and his nostrils seemed to be filled with the smell of male hormones.

Feng Jian's hand held Xiao Xiaolin again.

Feng Jian kissed him deeply again, and the movements of his hands gradually accelerated.

The primitive pleasure accumulated more and more, so much that it was about to overwhelm Lin Wurong.

Just when he thought he could reach the limit, Feng Jian suddenly let go of his hands and lips, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Lin Wurong was extremely disappointed, he was pulled back at a critical moment even though he was just a little bit short of crossing the peak.

He couldn't help but straightened his back, and protested against this inhumane practice with his upturned Xiaolin, which caused the other party to chuckle.

"Don't worry, it will be more comfortable to bear it."

Feng Jian ignored his protest and repeated the process of lighting the fire on him again.

This time, the pleasure climbed faster and more violently.

Unlike before, when the critical moment was approaching, Feng Jian did not let go, but stretched a hand between his buttocks, his fingertips circling around the small hole.

Lin Wurong immediately ignored the pleasant feeling, and concentrated all his energy on the naughty fingers.

Feng Jian looked at him approvingly, with a sexy hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, leave it to me, you won't get hurt."

Lin Wurong swallowed, and obediently relaxed the muscles of his buttocks.

At the same moment, with the help of the lubricating effect of water, fingers stretched in.

This is not the first time Ju Dao has faced an intruder, but there is a big difference.

In the past, Lin Wurong took the initiative.

He can easily control the angle and strength of the massage stick insertion, so he will not worry.

But now, he didn't know how deep Feng Jian's fingers would go in, how hard he would press, and what kind of posture he would use to shake the world inside.

Fear of the unknown and small expectations spread like this.

The involuntarily tightened Judao clamped Feng Jian's fingers, making it difficult for him to move.

Sensing his tension and discomfort, Feng Jian's eyes became more gentle.

He stroked Lin Wurong's eyes, eyelashes, and the tip of his nose with his lips, and finally landed on the swollen lips that had been sucked.

Sure enough, the fingers are much more flexible than the massage stick, and can be explored from every angle.

The fingertips seem to be ironing clothes, grinding back and forth between the creases of the asshole.

The elastic muscles are repeatedly flattened and wrinkled consciously, bringing out unusual pleasure.

Lin Wurong opened his mouth, and Feng Jian swallowed the rapid panting before he could get out.

09 First Attempt ([-])

Feng Jian added another finger.

This time, the two brothers can bully the fragile Chrysanthemum with more tricks, making it hot and trembling, forcing it to no longer reject it, but tangle up with the essence and taste, begging for more.

Suddenly, Lin Wurong's body bounced, his eyes widened, and his nose moved rapidly, wanting to breathe in more oxygen.

Feng Jian let go of his lips, and immediately heard a series of groans and begging for mercy.

"Hmm...don't...ah, don't touch...Feng Jian...can't...I...ahh..."

Lin Wurong didn't know what he was talking about at all, and he didn't realize that the hands that were originally hugging the other party were clenched into fists, and his toes shrank.

All he knew was that Feng Jian had found the most sensitive spot in Judao, and that he was mercilessly pressed and tortured, almost driving him crazy.

At the same time, Xiao Lin who was pestered on his lower abdomen was also vigorously pushed, pushing him quickly to the peak that he had missed before.

The fully swollen Xiaolin quickly trembled a few times in Feng Jian's hands, spurting streams of semen.

Ju Dao convulsed uncontrollably, almost pinching Feng Jian's fingers.

Lin Wurong felt dizzy for a while, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything.

Only a violent orgasm that has never been experienced swept through every cell of the body and lasted for a long time.

Lin Wurong panted heavily, and finally slowly saw Feng Jian's face clearly.

Feng Jian exchanged positions with him, pressing his body that was too soft to move on his chest, soothing his back to help calm his agitated body.

"Comfortable?"

Seeing that his eyes were in focus, Feng Jian asked softly.

Lin Wurong squinted his eyes half-closed, unwilling to speak lazily, and hummed while suppressing his throat.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jian rubbed his hair happily and said, "It's good to be comfortable. You take a breath, and I'll wash first. After a while, turn up the temperature of the water before taking a shower, otherwise it's easy to catch a cold. Go home later. Go to bed early."

Ok?

Lin Wurong opened his eyes and raised his head to look at him suspiciously.

Even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen a lot of pig races.

Obviously this is just the beginning, so why does Feng Jian mean that it is about to end?

Feng Jian obviously guessed what he was thinking, kissed his forehead and said: "Actually, I didn't expect that we would succeed so quickly. There are no condoms or lubricants at home. This is your first time, really want to If you do it to the end, you will probably get hurt. I don’t want your wonderful first time to be painful. When everything is ready another day, I will never let you go so easily.”

After explaining, Feng Jian planned to get up.

Unexpectedly, Lin Wurong pressed his shoulders, his eyes became misty again, and the red eye sockets were barely supported.

Feng Jian held his face with both hands, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Lin Wurong pursed his lips and did not make a sound, but took two deep breaths.

After living for so many years, especially after his father passed away, he has never been treated so tenderly.

Suppressing the weird heartache, he leaned on Feng Jian's shoulder and asked in a muffled voice: "Then what should you do? I'll use my hands!"

While talking, Lin Wurong put his hand towards Feng Jian's lower abdomen.

Xiao Feng Jian was still in a half-hard state, looking weak, it was really pitiful.

Halfway through, the wrist was gently grasped by the opponent.

"As long as you don't move around, it will get smaller in a while."

"But, this is too wronged for you."

With a smile on the corner of Feng Jian's mouth, he put Lin Wurong's hand on his chest, tightened his embrace and said, "Don't be wronged, it will be more comfortable to endure it. Besides, I will double the amount of money you get back. Just don't think I am a bully at that time." .”

Lin Wurong's thoughts were extremely full, with every word Feng Jian said and everything he did in his mind.

Hearing the faint heartbeat from the other party's chest, Lin Wurong suddenly said with difficulty: "Feng Jian, I love you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Feng Jian's body shook.

Because he didn't look up, Lin Wurong missed Feng Jian's suddenly dim eyes.

Lin Wurong lay motionless on Feng Jian's chest, and the rolling water massaged him until he was drowsy.

"It seems that there is a phone call." Feng Jian said.

After he reminded, Lin Wurong also heard the ringtone of the mobile phone.

Feng Jian put on a bathrobe and went to the living room to find his cell phone.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as he left, Lin Wurong felt that the water in the bathtub was very cold, and couldn't help but sneezed twice.

He was rubbing his nose, Feng Jian held the phone in one hand and opened the bathroom door with the other.

"Okay, I see...it's okay, it should be. I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jian moved closer to his face and said, "Sorry, a VIP customer has changed his itinerary, and he is going to see the renderings tomorrow. I have to go to the company to work overtime with my colleagues for a meeting, so I can't accompany you. I will take the spare The key is on the living room table, please lock the door for me when you leave."

Hearing that he was going out, Lin Wurong quickly climbed out of the bathtub.

"Ah, then I'll go back now."

"No, I heard you sneeze. Your bathroom is too cold. You take a hot shower before you go home."

After Feng Jian finished speaking, without allowing Lin Wurong to refute, he shoved him into the shower room, while he quickly put on his clothes and left home.

Lin Wurong took a quick shower and went back downstairs.

Turn on the light in my living room, and the first thing that jumps into my sight is the colorful snail.

Looking at the dusty fossil, Lin Wurong couldn't help but laugh.

The colorful snail is really a good thing!

10 dream

"Feng Jian, kiss here..."

Feng Jian smiled, lowered his mouth to hold a protruding nipple, and rubbed and licked it in his mouth.

"Ah...Feng Jian...Feng Jian...your hand...don't...too fast...Feng Jian..."

Feng Jian raised his head, let go of Xiao Xiaolin who was on the verge of eruption, frowned and said nothing, as if he was angry.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, the small hole between the buttocks was suddenly pierced by a scalding hard object.

"what!"

Painful groans came out of his mouth immediately, and there was a heart-piercing pain from the violated place.

"Take it away, take it away...don't move...it hurts...I don't want a massage stick...I want you...Feng Jian..."

Hearing the cry for help, Feng Jian not only did not respond, but backed away a few steps.

He smiled as always, slowly turned and left.

"No! Don't go! Feng Jian... Come back quickly..."

The massage stick in the body became bigger and bigger, as if it wanted to tear the chrysanthemum completely apart, but the body seemed to be nailed to the gallows, unable to move at all...

Lin Wurong woke up screaming, and when he saw the quiet surroundings, he realized that he was just having a nightmare.

The clock on the wall pointed to 6 o'clock, and it was almost time to get up.

The semen ejaculated in the dream wet the clean panties, making him feel very uncomfortable.

With a throaty grunt, he went into the bathroom to clean up.

Looking at the unattractive face and figure in the mirror, Lin Wurong frowned.

The scene of Feng Jian turning around and leaving in the dream was so realistic that even thinking about it now, it still makes him feel flustered.

Everything that happened last night was really beautiful, like a fairy tale.

But fairy tales are deceiving.

The prince ends up marrying the right princess instead of the roadside flower girl.

Although there is no obvious class in this society, people still use other things to classify the general public, such as the high position of official position, the size of power, the amount of assets, and the beauty and ugliness of appearance.

In his eyes, only in terms of appearance, Feng Jian is fully qualified to belong to the upper-class nobles, while he is just a middle- and lower-class poor.

The nobles may associate with the poor for a while, but they will eventually return to their own class.

At that time, the poor can only stoop their bodies, hide in an inconspicuous corner, look up at the suave nobles from a distance, and never touch a piece of clothing again.

Lin Wurong took out the buns from the refrigerator and warmed them up for breakfast.

Before I could eat, I heard a notification sound from my phone.

There was an extra sentence in the WeChat dialog with Feng Jian: Woke up?

Lin Wurong hurriedly replied: I just got up and I am going to have breakfast.And you?

Feng Jian: I drank some porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.

Lin Wurong: Stayed up all night?

Feng Jian: Well, it can be regarded as a good job.

Lin Wurong: Staying up late is too harmful.When can I go home and rest?

Feng Jian: The client came to the meeting at 10:[-] in the morning and went back after the report.

Lin Wurong: When you come back, I will return the spare key to you.

Feng Jian: No need.Put it there, it's more convenient.Let's stop chatting. While there is still time, I will go to the meeting room for a while.Be careful on the road.

Lin Wurong: You too, stop driving if you are too tired.

Feng Jian: Good.

Lin Wurong looked at the dialog box for a long time before reluctantly putting down the phone.

Most of the haze over my heart due to the nightmare dissipated, and even the buns became delicious.

When he came to the unit, Lin Wurong worked hard, gave up his lunch break, and finally made up the tasks accumulated yesterday before leaving get off work.

When he got back near his home, he went shopping in the supermarket and bought semi-finished products and fruits for two people.

Feng Jian sent him a message when he got home in the afternoon. He should be sleeping in the dark now, and it is estimated that today's dinner will be settled at home.

When he passed the daily necessities area, he stood in front of a shelf and hesitated for a long time.

He still clearly remembered what Feng Jian said yesterday.

Lubricant is available at home, but there is no condom.

Feng Jian fell asleep as soon as he got home, so he definitely didn't have time to go shopping.

If it still happens tonight... I can't tell him to hold back!

Although it seemed a little impatient to prepare these necessities by himself, but... In fact, he was indeed a little impatient.

Lin Wurong smiled self-deprecatingly, recalling yesterday's scene, and took the most expensive ultra-thin model, XL size.

After paying the bill, Lin Wurong walked home with a big bag of things.

While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, he casually glanced at the coffee shop behind him.

Because of this glance, he froze on the side of the street as if he had been acupunctured.

In the coffee shop, Feng Jian was chatting and joking with a man at the seat facing the street.

That man was the most beautiful person Lin Wurong had ever seen.

With exquisite facial features, red lips and white teeth, a pair of big eyes that seem to be talking flicker, staring at Feng Jian non-stop.

I don't know what Feng Jian said, which made the other party laugh.

He couldn't hold the cup firmly in his hand for a moment, and splashed the dark brown coffee onto the bright yellow shirt.

Feng Jian hurriedly picked up the tissue on the table and wiped it carefully for the other party.

The man smiled smugly, obviously enjoying Feng Jian's thoughtfulness...

Lin Wurong turned his head, watched the zebra crossing lights turn green, raised his lead-filled legs, and staggered towards home.

After returning home, he turned on the light in the living room. Lin Wurong looked at the colorful snail fossil, suppressed the urge to smash it, and stuffed the things he bought into the refrigerator.

The whole box of condoms rolled out of the plastic bag, and the hot stamped words on the box were glaringly illuminated by the fluorescent light.

Lin Wurong panted hard, but he couldn't relieve the tightness in his chest.

He picked up the carton from the ground and tightened his palm on purpose.

It is worthy of being the most expensive product, and the box is really strong.

Lin Wurong's hand was about to bleed from the sharp corners, and the box body was only slightly deformed.

The fingertips were pierced so painfully that Lin Wurong finally gave up and threw it into the trash can.

11 go first

Standing alone in the living room, even the shadow on the ground is lonely.

The laughter of the neighbor's children and their parents came from outside the window.

Lin Wurong couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could feel the happiness and warmth in it.

For a moment, he thought of his dead father, and couldn't stop crying.

A low, suppressed whimper sounded in the empty room.

After finally getting over the tension, Lin Wurong went to the bathroom to wash his face.

There was nothing unusual about the face in the mirror except that the corners of the eyes were still a little red.

He poured himself a glass of water and drank it. He had no appetite at all, let alone cooking.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

He took a few deep breaths and opened the door.

Feng Jian walked in with a smile.

Lin Wurong felt that he might have used his eyes too much, and felt that Feng Jian's smile was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream.

Feng Jian was keenly aware that he was not in a high mood, so he squinted his eyes and said, "You don't seem to want to see me?"

Lin Wurong looked away and said slowly, "Is there something wrong? I still have some work to do tonight."

Feng Jian couldn't laugh anymore.

He stared at Lin Wurong's face for a while, then hummed, "Then you are busy, I'll go first."

"Wait a moment."

Hearing Lin Wurong's words, Feng Jian immediately turned around and looked at him expectantly.

Lin Wurong took out a key from his pocket, held it out in front of him and said, "I thought about it, it's better to return it to you."

Seeing the key, Feng Jian frowned, and suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Lin Wurong's waist, pulling him to his chest, and squeezed his chin with the other hand, forcing their eyes to blend together.

"Tell me, what happened? Tell me, or I will never let go."

Feng Jian's eyes were bright and sharp, and Lin Wurong felt that under his gaze, there was no way to hide the things in his heart, and the disappointment that had been put away so easily rushed back to his forehead.

"You really want to hear? That's good. Who was the man you drank coffee with before? Are you gentle and considerate to everyone? Do you treat me as a temporary bed partner and throw it aside after a while? I It's really stupid, you are so good in bed, you must have had many lovers, how could you really fall in love with a worthless ordinary person like me."

Feng Jian was confused by his barrage of questions, and the strength in his hands became lighter when he was not paying attention.

Seeing an opportunity, Lin Wurong struggled to leave his embrace.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jian reacted immediately and imprisoned him firmly.

Only this time, instead of forcefully lifting his chin, she pressed her palm against his cheek and buried her fingertips in his short hair.

"So, you are so angry when you see me drinking coffee with others?"

Feng Jian wanted to make the final confirmation.

Hearing this, Lin Wurong felt awkward, and looked very stingy, and hurriedly said, "You guys are laughing like no one else, and you even help him wipe his clothes, he... um"

Lin Wurong couldn't continue speaking, because Feng Jian blocked the scene he wanted to continue describing with his lips.

Feng Jian kissed very carefully, biting his lips lightly with his teeth, and the tongue that forcibly entered directly wrapped around his, and he couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

Lin Wurong held his breath, his nose was still full of Feng Jian's breath, which made him even more confused, not sure what kind of relationship he should maintain with him.

When he was almost out of breath, Feng Jian finally ended the lingering and deep kiss.

"Fool, you have to breathe when kissing, don't hold yourself back." Feng Jian rubbed the tip of his nose against his, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Remember, it's okay to be jealous, but you must tell me the reason and give me a chance to explain, otherwise I will die unjustly."

If it weren't for being hugged tightly, Lin Wurong would have jumped up to protest.

Eat flying vinegar!Are you saying that he is looking for trouble?

Seeing that he was not happy, Feng Jian quickly kissed the corner of his lips again, and retracted before being rejected.

"The one who had coffee with me today is called Yong Yan. He is an old friend who has helped me a lot. He doesn't know how to take care of himself, so I help him clean his clothes. I'm not the Holy Mother, of course not. I will be gentle and considerate to everyone. I don't regard you as a bed partner, and I don't plan to leave you aside after a while. As for the lover..." At this point, Feng Jian hesitated, "Yes, I did have a lot Lover. But I can swear to you, I have never done anything with two feet. When I am with you, I will only look at you and think about you. Some things are out of my control, so I can’t give Beautiful promise, but I am willing to accompany you to grow old slowly, not to let loneliness bully you. I will never leave you, unless you ask me to go."

Feng Jian said a lot in one breath, a lot of words that were empty and unreasonable.

But Lin Wurong completely believed it.

Maybe it's because of his sincere tone and expression, or maybe it's because he's stuck in his tenderness and can't extricate himself, in short, Lin Wurong is willing to believe every word he says.

Lin Wurong hesitated for a while, and finally cursed secretly for nothing, pulled the hand stroking his cheek to his waist, and took the initiative to tighten the ring around Feng Jian's waist.

Feng Jian's expression immediately relaxed, and the long sigh made Lin Wurong's heart ache.

"Are you still working at night?" Feng Jian asked softly in his ear.

Lin Wurong glared at him and said, "Of course."

Apparently Feng Jian didn't expect him to insist on this matter, he was stunned and said: "Even if you work overtime, you have to fill your stomach. Go out to eat or order takeaway?"

"No need. I bought some semi-finished products, which can be eaten after processing."

"That's fine. I'll cook, and you'll 'work overtime'"

Feng Jian winked at him while talking.

Lin Wurong snorted, not objecting to this division of labor and cooperation at all.

12 candlelight dinner

Feng Jian went into the kitchen and was busy, while Lin Wurong was bored and scrolled through the webpage.

Before smelling the smell of food, Feng Jian suddenly ran out excitedly, put his hand under Lin Wurong's nose with a smile and asked, "Is this for me?"

After Lin Wurong saw clearly what he was holding, his face immediately burned crimson.

He actually forgot about it.

"I went to the supermarket today and saw that this product was on sale, so I bought it."

Lin Wurong stared at the computer screen while speaking, not daring to look at Feng Jian's expression at all.

Feng Jian knew that he was easy to be shy, so he didn't say anything. He bent down and kissed the top of his head and said, "Thank you. Although I'm panicking too, I'd better wait until the weekend, otherwise you will have to ask for leave tomorrow."

"Why do you need to ask for leave?" Lin Wurong didn't understand what he meant, and looked up at him.

"Because I won't let you get out of bed."

These words are full of eroticism, Lin Wurong understood in seconds.

He snorted softly but didn't dare to answer, and quickly turned his gaze back to the screen.

Feng Jian laughed twice, put the condom in his coat pocket complacently, and went back to the kitchen to cook.

Before leaving at night, Feng Jian asked Lin Wurong for a spare key, and carefully put it into the key chain.

The two keys are stuck together, so close that there seems to be no gap to be inserted.

On Friday afternoon, there was still an hour before the end of get off work, and the colleagues were chatting while finishing the work, and the conversation was very lively.

Only Lin Wurong sat on the sidelines and didn't talk much, and he flew home long ago with a heart.

"Hey, Xiao Lin looks flushed today, it seems that something good is about to happen!" Someone saw him absent-minded and teased on purpose.

"I've seen it a long time ago. He has been wandering all over the world these days, and he still laughs alone. There must be something good. Xiao Lin, have you got a girlfriend? If yes, bring it to us to see! We all Someone here, help you check it out."

Lin Wurong blushed, scratched his head and said, "Sister Xu, stop joking. I'm not handsome and I don't have money, how can a girl like me!"

"Who says you're not handsome, you don't know, last time my niece..."

Lin Wurong held back his smile, watching Sister Xu sell her relatives to him again, and had to nod appropriately to cooperate.

No way, he was the only one in the office who hadn't dated yet, so he naturally became the target of all his matchmaking colleagues.

It was finally time to get off work, Lin Wurong quickly grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the office.

On the way home, Lin Wurong couldn't help laughing at the thought of Feng Jian waiting at home.

He ran from the station to the sixth floor in one breath, but Lin Wurong hesitated at the door of Feng Jian's house.

The sound of panting changed from shortness of breath to calmness, but the mood became more and more tense.

Perhaps, this is the so-called timidity of being close to the hometown, with vague worries in the eager anticipation.

Just when he made up his mind to reach out and ring the doorbell, the door opened suddenly.

Lin Wurong was