singer and bar owner

Sharing the same bed?Him and Yan Xian?

He is still at the stage where he is struggling to hold his little hand, why is he going to sleep in the same bed with Yan Xian in a blink of an eye?

Uncle Tai looked ashamed and embarrassed, and asked Xu Dengdeng respectfully. Xu Dengdeng was most afraid that his elders would be too polite to him. He glanced at Yan Xian, who looked at him like a joke, gritted his teeth, He smiled awkwardly and struggled to say, "It's okay, I'm actually quite resistant to freezing. I'm fine in the room I sleep in, but the windows let in the air, so how cold can it be?"

Uncle Tai shook his head and sighed, "Mr. Xu will find out after going to see it."

He followed Uncle Tai up to see what the room looked like, and when he entered, Xu Dengdeng was stunned. It was not as simple as he thought, and the rain and snow had already seeped in through the window cracks. , Wet a large piece of the floor.

Uncle Tai stepped forward and took an old picture frame against it, at least to block the howling cold wind coming in from the window.

"This..." Uncle Tai was a little embarrassed, and said helplessly: "Mr. Xu, you have also seen that this house is really uninhabitable for the time being, so how about it, Uncle Tai, I feel sorry for letting guests sleep in a problematic house. If you don't mind, I'll change the sheets, you can sleep in my room, and I can go to the tool room for a squeeze, it's okay."

Uncle Tai said so, how dare Xu Dengdeng bother others, he hastily waved his hand and refused, "No, no, don't bother you, I will sleep with Yan Xian."

He had no choice but to go down and beg Yan Xian with a shy face again. Yan Xian glanced at him, sighed, and said inexplicably, "That's really wronged you."

Yan Xian glanced over, Xu Dengdeng's desire to survive made him almost kneel down and explain to the old man, "No, no, I don't, I'm not, I don't dare." However, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. exit.

In the sky and the earth, he is so talkative that he sometimes runs out of words.

Uncle Tai found a piece of pajamas for Xu Dengdeng, saying that Yan Xian left it here when he was a teenager, and he put it away cleanly without throwing it away.It was a long-sleeved pajamas with blue and white stripes. He wore slippers and the sleeves grew a lot, and the trousers had to be brought up below the chest so as not to step on the trousers when walking.

Xu Dengdeng slandered: Did Yan Xian grow this tall in his teens?

When he came out of the shower, he buttoned the top button, still showing a part of his collarbone. He pinched the button and stayed in the bathroom for a long time without coming out until Yan Xian knocked on the door outside, "Deng Deng."

Yan Xian seldom called himself that, Xu Dengdeng couldn't help but his ears turned red, "Wait a minute, I'll come out right away."

He pushed open the door, Yan Xian looked at his wet, messy and dripping hair, and frowned again, "Don't you blow your hair after you take a shower?"

Xu Dengdeng raised his head to look at him, and hesitated, "I don't like blowing my hair very much, I'll do it when I go to sleep."

The way Yan Xian frowned prevented him from even uttering a naughty word.

Yan Xian raised a strand of his curly hair, "When you wake up with a fever again, I have to serve you."

Xu Dengdeng stopped, and said, "...No, I'm pretty healthy, how could a man get sick just because he didn't blow-dry his hair a few times."

Yan Xian took a deep look at him, let go of Xu Dengdeng's hair, loosened his frowning brows, and said two words lightly, "It's up to you."

The two words were said lightly and indifferently, and the bathroom door closed with a "click" in front of him.

Xu Dengdeng took two steps back, rubbed his head and didn't know where to provoke him again.

He asked Uncle Tai for a dry towel, sat on the bed and put the towel on his head, and swiped the phone page after a while, absent-minded, with blank eyes.

Why is he unhappy, he is unhappy if I don't hold his hand, he is also unhappy if I don't blow my hair, why is it so easy for a man to be unhappy?What can I say?

He rubbed his hair angrily, and fell headlong on the bed.

Not long after lying down, he was lifted from the bed by the collar of his clothes.

He covered his neck and coughed twice and looked back, Yan Xian was covering him, squinting his eyes, propping himself on the bed with one hand, and holding the clothes at the nape of his neck with the other, "Don't go to bed if you don't dry your hair."

Xu Dengdeng was defeated by the continuous impact of those eyes, "Okay, okay, okay, I'm going to blow dry my hair, I'm afraid of you."

When Xu Dengdeng came out after blowing his hair, Yan Xian was changing into pajamas and leaning on the bed to read a book. Xu Dengdeng leaned over, "What are you reading?"

Yan Xian cherishes words like gold, ""The Altar Sutra."

Xu Dengdeng asked again: "Are you angry?"

Yan Xian: "No."

Xu Dengdeng shook his head, "Of course there are."

Yan Xian didn't want to talk to him, Xu Dengdeng sighed, and scratched his hair, his freshly blown soft little blond hair turned into a messy chicken coop, "Why don't you get angry, my hair Have a good blow."

Yan Xian repeated again, "I said so, I'm not angry."

He was obviously angry, but he refused to admit it.Xu Dengdeng sighed, he had never seen such a duplicity man.

What a headache.

He paused, then remembered the coquettish tutorial, "Plop into his arms and look at him affectionately..."

Will this work?He was thinking about it.

Yan Xian obviously didn't want to talk to him, he spent a long time digging his fingers to decide whether to do such a thing that would hurt his self-esteem, and finally thought that no one else would see it anyway, so he might as well give it a try.

After all, he is not a delicate and soft little girl, she is as thin as malnourished, she pounced recklessly, and Yan Xian's shoulders were hurt by the small arms full of bones, Yan Xian froze on the spot on the spot.

Xu Dengdeng blinked his eyes and elongated his voice, "Don't be angry anymore——"

The Taiwanese girl's tone, he said, was very inconsistent and a little artificial.

Yan Xian was stunned for a long time, then slowly revealed a shallow smile, "What are you doing?"

Xu Dengdeng elongated his voice again, "I'm coaxing you—"

Yan Xian's eyes were full of smiles, he put down the book, hooked his fingers, and Xu Dengdeng's ears moved closer.

"Really so sincere?" Yan Xian pointed to his lips, "You won't be angry if you kiss me once."

Xu Dengdeng was still smiling and talking a moment before, but his face immediately changed color in the next second, from the tips of his ears all the way red to his neck.

Gosh, this is harder than that coquettish tutorial on the Internet.

Seeing him staring at him with wide eyes like a frightened rabbit, Yan Xian thought it was funny, and thought to forget it, and let him go this time.

As a result, Xu Dengdeng held his face and kissed him, his heart skipped a beat, and the book slipped from his fingers.

"Is it all right?" Xu Dengdeng let go of him and asked.

"Not very good." Yan Xian's eyes darkened, and as soon as Xu Dengdeng's lips left, he took the opportunity to put his arms around his waist and put him in his arms again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't anyone teach you how to kiss? "

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

"Hmm..." Xu Dengdeng was clasped in his arms, his mouth was slightly opened, and the tip of Yan Xian's tongue poked in. He supported Yan Xian's thigh with his hands and wanted to step back, but Yan Xian held him firmly in his arms.

His eyes widened, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

The tip of Yan Xian's tongue lightly licked his palate, his whole body trembled, and his face turned red.

Yan Xian lifted his eyelids to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Why are you so stupid, breathe, teaching you to kiss is not teaching you to dive, why should you learn to hold your breath?"

"You..." Xu Dengdeng's eyes sparkled, he was ashamed and angry for a few seconds, and then he got his head under the quilt.

Yan Xian looked at the bulging bag on the bed, smiled thoughtfully.How come he doesn't have any skills at all? Didn't this kid fall in love with Hu Lan before?

He poked the ball, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Xu Dengdeng turned his back to him and said nothing, he picked up the book, put it on the table, chuckled, lifted a corner of the quilt, and got in too.

He turned off the light, leaving only a small dim table lamp in the room, Yan Xian called out "Deng Deng."

Xu Dengdeng asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Yan Xian said: "You are so cute."

Xu Dengdeng's face was burning hot, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead. He felt that even if he got out of bed and opened the door and went to the next room with the broken window to sleep for a night, he wouldn't be cold anymore.

Wrapped in the quilt, he rolled to the side, his head gradually shrunk under the pillow, "It's not cute, it's super fierce, if you say another word, I will beat you."

Yan Xian turned off the last lamp, lay on the bed, and joked, "It's only past nine o'clock, why did you go to bed so early?"

Realizing that there was no light, Xu Dengdeng poked his head out from the quilt, "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health."

Yan Xian said: "What are you doing so far away from me, the distance between us can fit a table."

After a long interval, Xu Dengdeng choked out a sentence: "Distance produces beauty."

Yan Xian leaned closer to him and put his arms around his waist, his deep voice was lingering in his ears, buzzing, like the resonance of the piano box when a cello is played, sexy and touching.People who study music are already sensitive to sound, Xu Dengdeng froze all over, Yan Xian took him into his arms, and he was wrapped in Yan Xian's arms like a little chicken.

"Xu Dengdeng, do you like me?"

Xu Dengdeng's heart was beating very fast, and he could feel Yan Xian's breath spraying on the back of his neck at regular intervals, making him feel a little numb.

Damn, stay away from me! Why is your heart beating so fast when you're in a relationship? You're going to die.

Yan Xian's lips gently touched his neck, he hugged him from behind, pinched Xu Dengdeng's slender wrist and interlocked his fingers, Xu Dengdeng wanted to hide, but he caught him back, he snorted "Talk, aren't you usually good at talking? Why are you so quiet today?"

The snow was falling outside the window, the house was silent, and the sound of the needle falling on the ground could be heard very clearly. Yan Xian tightened his arms, and the sound was next to his ears. Xu Dengdeng felt his waist go soft when he heard the sound, and he gritted his teeth. , Not very confidently said: "You stay away from me..."

"Why should I stay away from my little boyfriend."

Yan Xian tightened his arms, squeezed his chin, turned around and kissed him.

"My little boyfriend is mine, as close as I want."