milk addicts

When Song Nai woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

The sky was dim and yellow, like a puddle of muddy water, and there was still light rain outside the window, and there were only scorched leaves curling around in the rose bushes that had been tortured.

So thirsty, Song Nai hadn't opened his eyes yet, his first thought was to drink water, his throat was dry and sore, he moved his fingers slightly, and the cold glass wall pressed against his lips in the next moment, with a touch of sweetness The warm sugar water overflowed into the mouth along the dry lips.

Opening his eyes, a handsome and indifferent face appeared behind the glaring white light. Song Nai lowered his eyelashes, hugged the man's arm, drank happily, hiccupped a little, and lay back on the bed weakly , turned over, and turned his back to the man who took care of him.

This movement caused pain all over the body, especially the unspeakable place between the legs, like smashed peppers, burning and astringent, the gaze projected from the eagle eyes was like a light on his back, Song Nai resisted the pain rising to his throat Huh, never look back, made it clear that he didn't want to talk to him.

After a stalemate for a while, the sound of footsteps faded away, and the man left the room.

Song Nai grabbed the corner of the quilt, feeling that he was abandoned, his nose was sore, and he wanted to cry.

While he was sucking the snot that was about to slip out, Song Le ran into the room in a panic.

"elder brother."

After a good night's sleep, the fear of not being able to wait for his brother to come home last night disappeared with the soothing stomach. Song Le was still chewing the shrimp paste milk soup that Mr. Ji made for him, shaking the bed wrapped in a thick quilt The chrysalis shouted loudly, "Brother, big slob, it's time for lunch."

Song Nai struggled to support the bed and sat up. At this time, the man who saw the right time went back and forth, picked up the tool and the child closed the door, and then turned around. The person on the bed had quickly wrapped himself into a full body defense pupae.

"Song Nai."

"..."

"come out."

"...I don't." Song Nai's muffled voice came through the quilt, with a small nasal voice of grievance.

Ji Shen pulled the quilt expressionlessly, and when he found the corner of the quilt, the rabbit hidden inside rolled out and rolled straight into his arms.

"what--"

Taking off the pajama pants and throwing them away, Song Nai's lower body became smooth, and his face flushed. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed. He had no strength, and in the slightest struggle, he still made the man put his butt up. .

Song Nai was full of shadows about last night's affair, thinking that he was going to be taught a lesson by the big iron stick again, trembling, a few big tears burst out first.

The shallow breath approached the hairy buttocks, Song Nai held his breath, but the expected pain did not appear, but the overused area was covered with a cooling ointment that dispelled the burning heat.

The action of applying the medicine was no longer the violence of last night, it was so gentle that Song Nai couldn't bear it, the curtains leaked into the dim light, he tightened the sheets, bit his fingers, still let out some vague gasps.

"...But, it's okay..."

The hoarse voice was soft, and Ji Shen's throat tightened when he heard it, and he finished taking the medicine.

Song Nai was sweating all over, panting with his head tilted, Ji Shen held back his desire, took off his gloves, put on his pajama pants, hugged him in his arms, and whispered, "Don't have anything to do with An Yang again. We've been in contact, you know."

As long as he recalled what happened last night, Ji Shen's heart was like meat that was roasted back and forth on an iron plate, smoldering.

"...Well." In the silent rain, Song Nai answered, with a pitiful cry, buried his head in his arms, clasped his back with both hands, tightly and deeply, as if he was very eager to get him soothing and coaxing.

So Ji Shen coaxed him, stroked along his back, pecked his hair with thin lips, hesitated, and said in a deep voice:

"Xiao Nao, I'm sorry."

Ji Shen seldom said these three words, not because he was so arrogant, but because he rarely had the opportunity to say these three words. come over.

But last night, he did something wrong, he bullied Song Nai.

The first time between them could obviously be gentler and more joyful, but he couldn't control himself, he was fierce and hurt him.

"Mr. Ji, I'm not dirty..."

Song Nai's eyelashes brushed back and forth in the socket of his neck, and they were wet, obviously still thinking about what he said when he lost control last night, Ji Shen was so distressed that he held his face and comforted him face to face, "Xiao Nai Not dirty, Xiao Nai is my little baby, good baby."

The deep and magnetic voice resonated in the fluff of the ears. In an instant, Song Naixiao's heart skipped a beat, and he forgave the man's atrocities last night almost instantly.

After all, for the always cold-faced gentleman to suddenly say such a sweet nickname, it really... really kills Su...

Song Nai approached him cautiously, blinking his eyes, wanting to hear a few more words.

The tips of Mr. Ji's ears were also a little red, and he frowned, he stopped talking about being obedient, and changed the subject, "It's my fault for ignoring you during this time, so that An Yang can take advantage of it."

"An opportunity?" Song Nai was attracted by the familiarity in his words, with curiosity on his face, "Mr. Ji, do you know An Yang?"

"Ah."

Ji Shen hugged him and told him a not-so-long story.

The sound of rain outside the window, Song Nai listened, peeked at his face, and whispered, "Then An Yang... so pitiful."

It turns out that An Yang is Mr. Ji's half-brother. After losing his biological father at a young age, he was adopted by a priest and lived in England.

Ji Shen was noncommittal, but stared at Song Nai who was leaning against his chest, and threatened lightly, "No matter how pitiful you are, don't go with him."

Feeling his arms tightening his back, Song Nai smiled sweetly at him, and subconsciously acted coquettishly, "Mr. Ji kisses me, and I won't leave."

He is sick, and his voice is still very weak, but he is like a grass that will never bend, and he is full of stubbornness. Ji Shen likes his tenacity, softness and non-attachment, so I kissed him Kissing his forehead, the soft touch, Song Nai's heart was half crisp, and the scum fell away.

He was smirking, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bandage in the man's home clothes, raised his heart worriedly, and asked, "Mr. Ji, why are you injured?"

"Yes, I was injured," Ji Shen said lightly, "so I have to mend my body."

His golden eyes became dark, and Song Nai's heart was full of alarm bells. As expected, he was laid flat in the next second, unbuttoned his pajamas, and the man buried his head in it. Before eating, he had to pretend to ask, begging him "Xiao Nao, can you give it to me?"

"..."

Although this kind of scene happened almost every day, Song Nai still couldn't answer the man's seemingly serious, but actually shameful question. He pulled the pillow over his face, revealing only two boiled red ears.