perfect life

When the two of them returned to the mansion, it happened that the sky had completely darkened and entered the night completely.

Because He Zihan only ate the meal made by Chen Qiran in the afternoon, he took out the pudding in the refrigerator and wanted to have it for dinner, but Chen Qiran completely rejected it.

Because he was afraid that He Zihan would have stomach problems if he ate 5 mature steaks, and knowing that He Zihan usually didn't catch a cold for other western breakfasts except toast, Chen Qiran reluctantly told the kitchen to cook Chinese food.

"But Chen Qiran. Aren't you going to let me eat French specialties!" He Zihan angrily put the pudding back into the refrigerator, with a displeased expression on his face.

"Haven't you already eaten?"

"what?"

"What Xiaoyu took you to eat yesterday was the most classic ice cream and chocolate in Paris. What do you think you ate?"

"Dessert..."

"Sub-Han……"

"I want to eat pudding..."

As he said that, He Zihan hugged the pillow with an innocent and expectant expression, like a puppy who has just been bullied.

Chen Qiran was afraid that he couldn't resist the temptation of his eyes, so he gave in because of his soft heart. He turned his back to He Zihan with a serious face, and said in a blunt tone: "You are not allowed to eat anything except the staple food today. There is nothing particularly delicious in France, goose If you are interested in liver and snails, I will take you to eat them another day."

"If you don't eat, don't eat, you will starve to death!"

He Zihan's current young master style has completely surpassed Chen Qiran, he threw down the pillow and was about to walk outside, when he was about to step out of the gate, he found that Chen Qiran still didn't come to pull him, He Zihan gritted his teeth, and took a big step to go outside. go outside.

It's not that Chen Qiran doesn't know what He Zihan is thinking, eating a pudding will not cause much damage to He Zihan's stomach.It's just that if you don't eat the main meal and just eat the pudding, you will definitely be hungry in the middle of the night.

He Zihan's current health is not good, so he can't be pampered at these conveniences.

Seeing that angry man about to rush outside, thinking that he only wore home slippers and took off his coat in the house, it would be cold if he went out like this, Chen Qiran sighed and took He Zihan who had already walked two steps out of the gate. Pulled back.

"Let me go! Don't let me eat pudding, don't let me eat!"

"Zihan, don't be willful."

"It's your fault for being self-willed! Who told you to let me eat such delicious food!"

He Zihan didn't give up, he insisted on going out, no matter how unfamiliar he was here, the matter that he felt uncomfortable because of his lack of French four or five hours ago had been completely forgotten by him--he was now full of thoughts All I can think about is the crystal clear pudding in the refrigerator, just looking at the pudding that is so greedy.

"Okay, okay, after dinner, I will let you eat that pudding half an hour after dinner. But you are not allowed to eat it all at once."

"Stingy."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it."

Seeing that his anger had subsided, Chen Qiran hugged him up and walked all the way to the restaurant, even when the servant saw him, his expression remained unchanged.

"You are convulsing, let me down!"

"Hey, Zihan, your temper is really getting worse now."

"dislike me?"

"Don't dare, Young Master He is so cute, how dare Chen Qiran despise him."

"Your tone is so sour..." He Zihan frowned as he spoke.

"No... Actually, you are really, really good now."

Chen Qiran put away his joking expression, and He Zihan also became serious.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing... In short, I am very happy with you. What about you?"

"Why do you say these things suddenly? What's wrong with you?"

He Zihan's sixth sense began to flare up again. Although Chen Qiran was saying touching words, He Zihan had a very bad premonition—this time the premonition was very strong, but for some reason, He Zihan hoped that his premonition was wrong .

"No. It's time to serve, let's eat. I told me to cook the soup when I went out in the afternoon. It took about five hours. Try it."

"okay."

The two finished dinner with their own thoughts. Although they didn't know what the other was thinking, they were enveloped in bubbles of happiness after all. It wasn't a particularly rich dinner, and He Zihan ate two small bowls to save face.

So much so that after he was full, he thought he didn't have any extra stomach to put the pudding in the refrigerator. Seeing Chen Qiran's treacherous face ordering the servant to come and clean up the dinner plate, He Zihan knew that he had been fooled again - but, this kind of trick, he knew willingly on their own.

Chen Qiran treats him well, so he accepts everything.

This is the lover's kindness to oneself. If you don't accept his kindness, who should you accept?

He Zihan has never been so happy, he wished for 48 hours a day, he could be with Chen Qiran all the time, share his world with him, and walk into Chen Qiran's world with him.

Their lives have merged unconsciously, and they are no longer independent He Zihan and Chen Qiran.

Each other has penetrated into each other's bones and blood.

Every inch of skin and every cell remembers the appearance, taste and feeling of the other person, which cannot be replaced by any one person.

Chen Qiran knew that He Zihan had expressed himself a lot in front of him recently.He Zihan started acting coquettishly with him, and also lost his temper, and the expression on his face became much more lively - this is the colorful and belonged life.

Because the manor is far away from the city center, Chen Qiran didn't want to take He Zihan to the nightlife in Paris - not just the kind of luxury and money, other items, such as watching movies, midnight amusement park, Champs Elysees Avenue, etc. Suitable for He Zihan.

When watching movies, He Zihan doesn't understand a word of French, French cinemas don't offer movies with Chinese subtitles.

On the Champs Elysees Avenue, He Zihan doesn't like shopping at all...

What's more, the clothes there are not very good at all. Compared with those worn by He Zihan, those clothes are much lower in workmanship, fabric, not to mention the design.

As for the Midnight Amusement Park, Chen Qiran would like to take He Zihan to do the Ferris Wheel at midnight, but it's too cold in Paris these days. Blow, the cold outweighs the gain.

Chen Qiran thought over and over again, and decided to give full play to the role of this ancient manor and take He Zihan to wash in the sauna of his home.

When He Zihan walked into the sauna room with a white bath towel and bare upper body, Chen Qi then regretted it.

Originally, He Zihan's naked body had a huge attraction for him, but now, almost every inch of the exposed part of the skin has his own marks printed on it.

The collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen are covered with ambiguous strawberries.Looking at his own mark on his delicate collarbone, Chen Qiran felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Except for the bath towel around the waist, there are dark red hickey marks on the calf and ankle exposed to the air. Although the depth is different, every place has been kissed over and over.

He Zihan's legs were straight and slender, and there was not a single trace of fat on his calves. Chen Qiran always thought he was too thin. Although he had gained some flesh recently, he still felt that he was too thin.

He Zihan went to sit next to Chen Qiran, his face was reddened by the sudden entry into the sauna, and he looked very tempting at this moment.

"Hey, it's so hot."

He Zihan said that he was about to untie his bath towel, Chen Qiran was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see, so he turned his head away awkwardly.

He Zihan sat kneeling on the wooden board. The hot floor of the sauna room was neither too hot nor too cold. Kneeling on it, He Zihan felt that the soft wood actually felt good when kneeling.

Holding Chen Qiran's head with both hands, forcing him to look at him, he asked dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you look at me?"

Chen Qiran was embarrassed to say what he really thought, and uncontrollably glanced at He Zihan's legs - thank God, he was wearing underwear, Chen Qiran breathed a sigh of relief, patted He Zihan's shoulder, and cleared his throat , explained embarrassingly: "I kissed you too much yesterday, I..."

"Uh……"

He Zihan didn't expect that a random question of his own would lead Chen Qiran to bring up the embarrassing incident last night, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Chen Qiran smelled the youthful scent on He Zihan, and was afraid that he would be embarrassed if he stayed any longer, so he made a very lame excuse to escape.

"Zihan, I'm almost done, I'm leaving first."

"Huh? Didn't you say you need to wash for half an hour?"

"Well...you're not feeling well...come out in half an hour. Don't fall asleep."

"But……"

Before He Zihan finished speaking, Chen Qiran had already walked out of the sauna room, took a simple shower, and went back to his room.

I don't know if it's his illusion, after the baptism of sex last night, He Zihan now has a different kind of charm in every gesture, attracting himself to do something related to love to him.

Chen Qiran never knew that in terms of sex, he was also dissatisfied with desire.

I don't know how long it took, He Zihan, who was covered in pink, finished the sauna and shower, and returned to the room full of satisfaction.

It feels really good to feel warm all over, He Zihan thought to himself.

Before his hair was completely dry, he couldn't wait to get into bed - the feeling of skin rubbing against the velvet sheets, He Zihan was very attached to it.

Seeing him coming in, Chen Qiran closed his laptop, watched He Zihan rubbing back and forth under the blanket with a contented face, and reached out to stroke his half-dry hair, "What are you doing?"

"Hey...you lie down too."

"Huh?" Chen Qiran didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only do it obediently.

"Hey, rub the sheets and rub against the quilt by the way."

"How to rub? How to rub?"

Chen Qiran didn't pretend to understand, he really didn't understand.

He has slept in this kind of quilt since he was a child. The heater is always on in the room, and the quilt is always warm. He doesn't know the feeling of ordinary people's homes, when they just take a bath in winter and get into the cold quilt with warmth.

He Zihan didn't care too much, put his face next to Chen Qiran's, rubbed against his face a few times, and commanded: "Come on, just like I did just now, rub me a few times."

Chen Qiran obeyed obediently.

I don't know if it's because Chen Qiran moved very slowly or something, every time he leaned against himself, just rubbing against his ear, He Zihan felt a heat flow in his lower abdomen.

That kind of feeling made He Zihan have to examine in his heart: Am I too slutty now? !

Fortunately, Chen Qiran learned it after rubbing it for a few times. The two of them unconsciously hugged each other face to face, with their foreheads pressed against each other. Chen Qiran kissed He Zihan's temples, and said an old idiom from his pretty mouth: "This is called He Zihan. Rubbing ears and temples together."

He Zihan suddenly put his arms around Chen Qiran's neck, and when he found the right seat, he took the initiative to put his lips on it.

His kissing skills are almost zero, but this kind of thing does not need to be taught, it is an instinct - He Zihan carefully put his tongue into Chen Qiran's mouth, intertwined with his lips and tongue, before Chen Qiran seized the initiative, quickly out of his mouth.

Panting slightly, He Zihan lay on Chen Qiran's chest, and said to him, "This is love."

Without raising his head, he had already felt Chen Qiran's happy smile.

Chen Qiran didn't say anything more, he had already fully felt He Zihan's heart.

Gently stroking He Zihan's soft hair, and occasionally taking his hand to kiss -- a kiss without lust, just wanting to be intimate with He Zihan, kissing, hugging, whatever.

He Zihan lay quietly on Chen Qiran's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, fell into a sweet dream.