Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

In the shower room, because there were two big men standing, the space was a bit cramped. The orange warm lamp above his head baked a fine layer of sweat on Cheng Qiyan's forehead, while Tan Yuran carefully removed the gauze-wrapped cuffs from his clothes. His hand retreated a little bit.

Why do you feel nervous about having a room with someone?

There is no limit to repentance, and there is no shore to turn back. Who said that the belt is getting wider and you will not regret it?

When Cheng Qiyan was almost paralyzed in this confined space, Tan Yuran squatted down gently, and slowly pulled down the only cover left on his body. The cool feeling of the receding cloth slipped below his knees in an instant, and Cheng Qiyan's muscles tensed immediately, and he couldn't even breathe. All held in the chest.

After a while, Cheng Qiyan felt the vague breath caressing his thighs, causing people to imagine.

A delicate balance was maintained in the air, and the two squatting and standing were almost petrified except for breathing.No one wants to break such an unusual tranquility.

Suddenly, Tan Yuran stood up, took off his clothes very calmly and concisely, and threw them outside the bathroom door.

"What are you... doing?" Cheng Qiyan took a step back imperceptibly, leaning his bare back against the tiled wall of the bathroom, hoping that the cold touch could relieve the dull feeling brought about by the hot and dry air.

"I don't take off~ clothes, you want me to bathe you and you will be drowned." Tan Yuran took it for granted.

"Ah."

Everyone does not wear it, it is fair and reasonable and does not suffer.

The jingling sound when a man unbuttons his belt always makes people feel distracted. It is the moment when the ambiguity ends and another uncontrollable longing begins, but Cheng Qiyan's eyes are scrutinizing Tan Yuran's body without hesitation. .

After a while, the two faced each other naked.

The white-collar workers who work in the office all the year round are almost insulated from the outdoors, but despite the lack of sunlight, Cheng Qiyan's skin has a healthy radiance of wheat color, while Tan Yuran's complexion is fair and flawless, covered with a beautiful layer of Muscular, clean and agile lines.

For some reason, I always feel that this man exudes a sense of decadent beauty. He obviously has such a bright smile, just like a pink and white garden house. Gothic vibe.

Because of the wound during the operation, the upper body can only be wiped with a towel. Holding the white towel with his strong right hand, he wiped it carefully from Cheng Qiyan's slightly protruding collarbone, to his shoulders, to his chest. sense of touch.

Then, below the wound.Tan Yuran took off the shower head and squatted down.

The thin water flow caused a slight numbness, and happily flowed along the smooth texture to the soles of the feet.

Under the body, the warm water is constantly washing, and on the face, steaming mist is hot and dry.

Throat is moving up and down, some kind of commotion is looking for an exit.

"It seems that you haven't told me the reason why you ran away from home."

Hopefully, language can undo those illusions.

Facing the topic that Cheng Qiyan initiated for the first time, Tan Yuran raised his head hesitantly, looked at Cheng Qiyan with blurred eyes, and then smiled.

"Because I fell in love with a boy early on. After being found out by my father, I was severely punished. At that time, I was very rebellious and wanted to leave that house forever..."

"you,"

Tan Yuran raised her head again and said calmly, "I'm gay."

Cheng Qiyan gave a faint "Oh".

"Aren't you surprised?"

"No, that's just a personal choice of lifestyle. It's understandable, but it's hard to empathize."

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling less awkward.

Suddenly, a cold touch hit his body, causing Cheng Qiyan to tremble, it was the shower gel that caused the trouble.

Goosebumps stood up collectively, and there was another place that also reacted...

A place that should never be.

Tan Yuran's hand soaked in shower gel slid across Cheng Qiyan's body, making his hot skin even hotter, as if he felt something was wrong, Tan Yuran slowly stopped his hand movements, and looked at the changed organs in front of him in a little astonishment.