A glass of wine

When I entered the building, it was quite warm inside.

Lan Haoyu put his arms around Yichen and went to open the door, and asked him, "Is it still cold?"

Yichen was embarrassed and only gave a low "hmm".

So Lan Haoyu hugged him tighter.

Just because after Yichen was locked outside Lan Haoyu's house last time, Lan Haoyu also replaced the door with the latest fingerprint and password lock.

Lan Haoyu picked up Yichen's hand and kissed it, pressed his palm on the identification area, then entered the password, and the door opened.

Yichen pushed Lan Haoyu away, took off his shoes at the entrance, and ran quickly to the bedroom.

Lan Haoyu stood behind and saw his every move, and could only smile dotingly.

Lan Huai, who was serving here, hadn't left yet. When he saw the two of them coming back, he came over to greet her. Lan Haoyu said to her, "You go first!"

Without hesitation, the other party saluted Lan Haoyu and left.

Lan Haoyu took Yichen's slippers and walked into the bedroom. Yichen was sitting on the sofa and undressing. I don't know how he did it. The hem of the skirt got stuck in the zipper of his jeans, so Yichen could only be very embarrassed. struggle there.

This skirt was rented by their screenwriter and director. He didn't dare to damage other people's clothes, so he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

When Lan Haoyu walked into the bedroom, Yichen's face turned even redder, and his eyes were covered with a layer of aggrieved and embarrassed moisture.

Seeing him like that, Lan Haoyu sighed helplessly.

Because Yichen took off the upper clothes, his upper body was naked at this time, but there were layers of orange skirts piled up underneath. Because he wanted to untie the skirts from the zipper of his trousers, his trousers were half undone, and his face was blushing, his eyes Wet, this look is really seductive to the extreme.

Lan Haoyu squatted down in front of him, picked up the skirt, and held his feet to put on the slippers for him.

Yichen blushed and muttered, "You...you put the shoes away, I...can wear them..."

Lan Haoyu ignored his words, sat down beside him, pulled one side of the coat over Yichen's body, touched Yichen's hand with his fingers, and said, "Let me do it."

Yichen felt embarrassed and ashamed, but had to rely on Lan Haoyu's hand.

Yichen was wearing low-waisted jeans, which were tight-fitting. As soon as Lan Haoyu's fingers stroked them up, that position happened to touch his sensitive thing.

Yichen closed his eyes and moaned weakly, blushing up to his ears.

Lan Haoyu pulled the skirt stuck in for him for a while, but he was really helpless.

Yichen was also hot and weak from the constant friction of Lan Haoyu's fingers on him, he had to turn his face to the side, gritted his teeth and suppressed the moan he wanted to say.

Lan Haoyu not only saw the changes in Yichen's lower body, but also touched them in his hands. Naturally, he understood what Yichen's situation was like. He also began to breathe heavily. He raised his head and kissed Yichen's ear. The voice was low and hoarse, "It's fine to damage the clothes, and you can just use the money to compensate."

Yichen held Lan Haoyu's arm tightly with his hand, and let out a low voice, "En."

Lan Haoyu barely exerted any force, the skirt was torn under his hands, and the slippery skirt slid down and piled up at Yichen's feet.

Although the skirt was torn, the fabric stuck in the zipper was still there, and the zipper still couldn't be pulled. Yichen leaned his head on Lan Haoyu's shoulder, wondering how Lan Haoyu did it, the zipper fell down , he was finally freed from that embarrassment.

However, it immediately entered another predicament.

Lan Haoyu hugged him, stripped off his pants, and touched his organs with his fingers.

Yichen groaned, then gritted his teeth and buried his face into Lan Haoyu's shoulder and neck.

Lan Haoyu held Yichen's butt like this and picked him up.

When the whole person was pressed on the bed, Yichen was already calm in his heart, after all, he had kissed and hugged Lan Haoyu so many times, so why is he so shy now.

When Lan Haoyu kissed his neck, Yichen stretched out his hands to pull his clothes. When the two of them met naked, Yichen half-closed his eyes, not daring to look at Lan Haoyu's body.

Lan Haoyu's body is much more attractive than his. The standard model figure, although strong, has no prominent muscles, and all the strength is contained under the flexible skin.

As for Yichen himself, he always told himself that he should exercise well, and it would be good to play basketball often or go to the gym, but in the end, these would all be defeated by the game. Don't want to do it anymore, so he still hasn't got rid of his lean body and grown into the athlete he expected.

The skin-to-skin contact made it difficult for both of them to restrain themselves. Lan Haoyu's hand touched the person under him who fascinated him, and his hot breath intertwined with his.

The crystal chandelier on the roof of the room in the shape of flowing water was turned on, and the bright light was like jumping in a clear river under the sun. Yichen felt very awkward under this bright light, and turned his head to see that the curtains in the room were not closed , although this is the top floor of a high-rise apartment, it is impossible for anyone outside to be able to see in, but Yichen still has no sense of security, twisting his body, and his voice is low and hoarse, "The curtains are not closed, and the lights are not turned off."

Lan Haoyu stroked Yichen's skin with his fingers, and kissed him on the lips, "It's okay."

"No, I don't like it. Turn it off..." Yichen groaned in a bewildering voice, Lan Haoyu kissed his chin twice more, then leaned forward and touched the switch button on the bedside, turning it off He drew the curtains, turned off the big chandelier, and turned on the small wall lamp on the wall of the room.

The curtains slowly move closer from both sides to the middle, drawing out a gorgeous picture of autumn chrysanthemums, and the room seems to be filled with a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.

The wall lamp in the room emits a soft warm yellow halo, which makes Yichen think that the halo seems to be floating water waves.

Just as Yichen felt a little cold, Lan Haoyu had already pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and then hugged him tightly.

Yichen is actually enlightened. If he really wants to be with Lan Haoyu, he will definitely make it to the last step. Therefore, he feels that the pain is actually nothing, and it will pass with patience.

"Brother Lan, that...well... I can actually..."

Yichen stammered and wanted to express that he was not afraid of pain, and if Lan Haoyu wanted it, he could do it, but he still had some psychological barriers to say such words that were comparable to a treaty that forfeit power and humiliated the country.

However, Lan Haoyu understood the meaning, looking at Yichen's shining eyes, he smiled and kissed the corner of his eyes, "You are still young, let's wait until later!"

In fact, Yichen was still looking forward to it. Hearing what Lan Haoyu said at this time, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. His face couldn't hide what was on his mind, so the disappointment was clear at a glance.

Lan Haoyu sighed in his heart, didn't he want to own Yichen early? Didn't he think that Yichen is still young, so don't hurt his body because of this kind of thing, it's better to wait until he grows up enough .

Lan Haoyu grabbed Yichen's hand and asked him to touch his dragon root. Yichen blushed and took a deep breath, then buried his face in Lan Haoyu's chest.

Well, he didn't want to think about that thought just now, if he really did that with Lan Haoyu, he would definitely be tortured to death.

Lan Haoyu's fingers are more tricky, every time Yichen feels that he is dizzy and it's over, his body is limp, as if floating on the clouds, that feeling is very comfortable.

However, this was the first time he helped Lan Haoyu solve it with his hands. He felt that his hands were weak, and holding other people's hot hard objects all the time was actually a challenge. Yichen had to do it later. Begging for mercy, he said in a trembling voice, "Brother Lan, please forgive me, I am soft."

Lan Haoyu took a deep breath, and lightly bit Yichen's ear, which made Yichen scream in pain.

How did he help Lan Haoyu solve it afterwards, Yichen didn't want to talk about it, it was just uncomfortable anyway.

He used to be comfortable by himself every time, and never knew how Lan Haoyu solved it, and he didn't care much at that time, so after helping each other for the first time, Yichen fell into a very contradictory depression mentality.

Because of the comparison, he began to suspect that he was not good at that.

After all, Lan Haoyu has only been there for that long, but he himself is dying.

He felt that he was embarrassed, and it was also about a man's face, but although he cared very much, he had no one to tell about this embarrassing thing.

Yichen's depression even brought into his dream.

Recently, he often has a dream of being in ancient times. When dreaming, he feels that the scene in the dream is so clear that it seems real. He can touch every person, every piece of furniture, and everything in it just by stretching out his hand. There are all kinds of beautiful and gorgeous ornaments, and he can feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the people inside, but when he wakes up from the dream, he doesn't remember much of the scene in the dream, and only vaguely knows that he has dreamed .

On the golden nanmu table facing the bed, there are a few big golden chrysanthemums inserted in the celadon vase, one of the chrysanthemum petals has already fallen down, and landed on the table, forming a kind of broken beauty. .

In the dream, he should be sick, sitting on the bed all the time, coughing in a low voice from time to time, because of this cough, his own chest seems to be shaken and uncomfortable.

Someone bypassed the screen and walked in. He raised his head and smiled at the visitor, "I'm fine, don't worry. You are busy with your own affairs, don't worry about me all the time. If you keep coming like this, if I leave It won’t be good if the sickness gets on you.”

The man sat on the bed, put his hand on his forehead, patted his back lightly when he had a low cough, rubbed his chest, and said, "Listen to the nonsense of those imperial doctors, I am in good health, I won't be offended by you, if they dare to talk nonsense again, I will drive them out of the imperial hospital."

"Yu Jiaxiang, don't always treat me like this, I will be proud of you in the future." As he said this, he looked at the golden chrysanthemum that was dropping its petals, showing a faint look.

The emperor's love will always make people uneasy, because no one can guarantee that he can make him love you for a lifetime.

"Then you should be proud of the favor, I beg in my heart." The man smiled and kissed his temple, and stroked his cheek with his fingers, the tender feeling seemed real.

Yichen could not help but burst into tears, "Then you must love me forever."

Lan Haoyu gently caressed Yichen's cheek with his fingers, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and placed a kiss on his forehead, "I will always love you without changing my heart."

Yichen woke up in the morning and was in Lan Haoyu's arms. He felt a headache and his throat was not comfortable.

He leaned against Lan Haoyu again, and said, "You don't have to go to class today, at least you don't have to wake up early."

Lan Haoyu laughed at him and said, "Sleep if you want to sleep! Have you ever woken up early?"

Yichen was about to refute him, but unexpectedly his nose felt uncomfortable, and then he sneezed several times.