Avatar and White-eyed Wolf

The touch of the essential oil dripping on the body was slightly cool, Chu Shangluo trembled - Ren Jiaoming's palm, which was colder than the essential oil, lightly pressed on Chu Shangluo's collarbone, the coolness deepened, Chu Shangluo's sleepy eyes opened - He held Ren Jiaoming's cold hand with his hot hand, and then slowly closed his eyes, muttering in a low voice: "Hands are too cold, warm them up."

Ren Jiaoming's hands were held in front of Chu Shangluo's chest, and there was a steady stream of warmth from Chu Shangluo's palms. Ren Jiaoming was not used to such high temperatures before, but now he cherishes this hard-won warmth.

Chu Shangluo was too tired, and when he was drowsy, he pulled out the hand he was holding, and the warmed hand was stained with essential oil, and wandered around his body.

The strength of those hands was neither light nor heavy, but everything they touched was numb and trembling. Chu Shangluo's body tensed subconsciously, and he muttered drowsily: "Don't...it's too itchy...um..."

It seemed that An's irresistible refusal would only make Ren Jiaoming worse. Chu Shangluo's fair and masculine body was covered with a thin layer of luster, which seemed unbearable to be disturbed, and the muscles on the inner thighs trembled slightly.

Wherever Ren Jiaoming's nimble fingers went, faint powder marks were pinched. Ren Jiaoming stared intently at the defenseless Chu Shangluo, breathing a little faster, and his hands slid down.

Chu Shangluo was enjoying the massage. When he was drowsy, he seemed to have a dream, but it didn't seem to be a dream, as if it happened in real life.

In his dream, he went back to his childhood, and Chu Chendong took him to an uncle's birthday party.

When several adults were discussing business, he sneaked out, walked straight up the stairs, and unknowingly came to the door of a room.

The door of the room was ajar, and the lamp was on on the desk in the bedroom. A beautiful child was sitting by the desk and holding a piece of jade, watching carefully.

He couldn't help staring blankly, this kid is so good-looking, his little hands are white and soft, and a beauty mole is dotted at the end of his eyes, making these eyes full of aura, just like a doll.

He ran in and grabbed the white soft hand of the other party: "You look good! Grow up and be my wife!"

The other party was terrified, held the jade in his hand tightly, and burst into tears: "I don't want...I'm a boy..."

He asked curiously: "Can't boys be wives?!"

Little boy: "No...".

"Ah...well then. What is this in your hand?"

The little boy carefully placed the jade brave on the table: "This is my family's treasure, and I will give it to important people in the future. I secretly took it to see."

He asked: "Then you give this to me?"

The little boy immediately refused: "No, that is for my wife, and you are not my wife."

"Tch, if you don't deserve it, you don't deserve it. Who cares? We're brothers...and when we grow up, we'll be good buddies!"

Little boy: "Well...be a good buddy...".

Halfway through this dream, Chu Shangluo suddenly arched his thin waist uncontrollably, and was pulled back to reality by the strong, indescribable pleasure that was about to make him scream.

His legs were tense, and his whole body was flushed red after being refreshed. Chu Shangluo panted heavily, opened his eyes, and his mind was blank.

Ren Jiaoming withdrew his hand and took a tissue to wipe the wetness on his fingers.

"Comfortable?"

Chu Shangluo was still panting, of course he knew what Ren Jiaoming was doing, so he kicked him angrily: "Are you doing a massage?"

"Why not?" Ren Jiaoming carried Chu Shangluo into the bathroom, put him in the bathtub, and asked Chu Shangluo's flushed cheeks: "Do you like it?"

Ren Jiaoming's clothes were neat and his face was abstinent, making him sticky, Chu Shangluo was very upset.When Ren Jiaoming wanted to lean over to kiss him again, he pushed him away with a lazy tone: "I just had a dream, it was very real."

Ren Jiaoming inserted his fingers into Chu Shangluo's black hair and rubbed gently, "Huh?"

"I dreamed that I met you when I was a child. At your father's birthday reception, you hid in the room and watched with a jade brave. I walked in and said that I would marry you in the future. You didn't agree, so you cried." Chu Shangluo smiled, "Isn't this dream funny?"

Ren Jiaoming's hand movements were slow - he patted, and said slowly: "Maybe it's not a dream, my dad did have a birthday party, I was eight years old that year, I didn't like to see people, so I secretly took out my dad's jade brave Playing in the bedroom, and then a little boy with a dirty face came in."

Shampoo flowed down from the top of his head, and Chu Shangluo closed his eyes, "What do you mean by a dirty face? Didn't I just eat two pieces of chocolate cake to make my face stained?" He thought for a while - the corner of his mouth hooked, "I was really more dirty when I was young. Unkempt—a bit, hey...it turns out that we met when we were young, but carefully—I think it’s normal for your dad and my dad to be good friends, but we don’t see each other often, and we’re young, so it’s normal for us to forget each other.”

But even if he forgot, - love at first sight is very annoying, no matter how many years have passed, he still falls in love with this dog at a glance.

Ren Jiaoming turned on the shower and gently washed the foam off Chu Shangluo's head, as if he was thinking about something.

Chu Shangluo said again: "Later we seemed to play with mud, and I made you cry with mud, and you said that you would never play with me again, and you would not be friends with me anymore." He looked at Ren Jiaoming with a smile : "So are you still good buddies with me now? If you want, we can be good buddies again."

"..."

Ren Jiaoming turned off the shower, held Chu Shangluo's cheeks with both hands, and said, "At that time, you said that you would marry me when you grow up."

Chu Shangluo opened his eyes, "Didn't you still say that the Jade Pixiu was for your future wife, and refused to give it to me?"

Ren Jiaoming: "The Jade Pixiu is with you now."

Chu Shangluo almost forgot about this, it was really in his drawer, but he never wore it once.

Ren Jiaoming raised Chu Shangluo's head and looked into his eyes, "Are you my wife now?"

Chu Shangluo shook his head and smiled: "No, I don't care about being your wife."

In the next second, Chu Shangluo was gagged.

Ren Jiaoming gently dragged the back of Chu Shangluo's head with one hand, his lips were lingering, Ren Jiaoming's heart was overflowing with love for Chu Shangluo.

At the end of the kiss, Chu Shangluo heard Ren Jiaoming say in his ear: "Thank you."

"Huh? Thank me for what?"

Without saying anything, Ren Jiaoming carried the wet Chu Shangluo out of the bathtub and walked into the bedroom.

As soon as Chu Shangluo got on the bed, Ren Jiaoming pushed him up.

This is the first time the two have made out after they reconciled. Ren Jiaoming was very restrained when they didn't reconcile, but tonight, I don't know what medicine he took wrong. Chu Shangluo was entangled several times and wanted to kick him under the bed. .

At three o'clock in the morning, Chu Shangluo was carried out of the bathroom by Ren Jiaoming again.

Chu Shangluo lay back on the bed again, and when Ren Jiaoming lifted the quilt and was about to lie down, Chu Shangluo said: "I'm not coming, turn off the light, you go back."

Ren Jiaoming looked at Chu Shangluo's angry face, hesitated for a while, and said, "Where am I going?"

Chu Shangluo turned over wearily: "Who cares where you go, is there a guest room this big in your house?" He waved his hand, "Okay, let's go, I'm really sleepy."

A moment later, the door rang and closed again.

Chu Shangluo yawned. The two of them would not sleep together after finishing the work. He wanted to sleep with Ren Jiaoming before. Sleep comfortably.

In the next week, because I was free from work, I got tired of it a lot, and I did it a lot more often, almost every day.

Chu Shangluo used to think that Ren Jiaoming was cold. After all, they might not be able to do it once in a month. Now he feels that he really misunderstood Ren Jiaoming.

How did this person manage to put on a straight face in the company during the day, as if he had no desires or desires, and put him on the bed after taking a shower at night?

——In the beginning, he also controlled Ren Jiaoming and let him go, but as time went by, Chu Shangluo felt that it would affect his work very much. Every day he went to work during the day, his back was sore, and he couldn't cheer up. , are not allowed on weekdays.

With this rule, Ren Jiaoming restrained a lot, and Chu Shangluo was finally able to concentrate on work during the day.

On the second Friday, Ren Jiaoming abstained from sexual intercourse for a week.

This week is a qualified good secretary. Apart from the occasional kiss, the two of them still devote all their attention to work.

When Chu Shangluo was busy with the work in hand, he realized that it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and he had worked overtime for several hours without knowing it.

Ren Jiaoming was still concentrating on his work at this time, wearing glasses, with a concentrated expression, and the workload in his hands was much greater than that of Chu Shangluo.

Chu Shangluo stared at Ren Jiaoming for a while, then walked to his side to look at Ren Jiaoming's handsome face at a close distance, sometimes deliberately disturbing Ren Jiaoming naively.

While Chu Shangluo was playing with Ren Jiaoming's tie around his fingers, Ren Jiaoming suddenly closed the computer, carried Chu Shangluo to the desk, and untied his belt.

Chu Shangluo: "???"

After a while, there was the sound of clothes being rubbed against the ground in the office, the sound of table legs rubbing fiercely against the ground, and incomprehensible conversations and curses mixed with gasps.

Chu Shangluo: "...you...wait..."

Chu Shangluo: "Did you lock the door of the office?"

Ren Jiaoming: "No."

Chu Shangluo: "Ah... grass! If someone comes in..."

Ren Jiaoming: "It will be fine."

Chu Shangluo: "..."

It was almost ten o'clock, Chu Shangluo sat on the table dripping with sweat, Ren Jiaoming wiped his body for him and helped him get dressed.

Chu Shangluo leaned against Ren Jiaoming's arms, looked at the bustling Beijing city outside the window, and inadvertently saw Ren Jiaoming's villa.

He asked, "Why haven't you renovated the villa I sold you?"

Ren Jiaoming lowered his head to fasten the buttons, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Chu Shangluo, and after a while, he looked at the large villa with bare eyes that did not continue to be renovated, and asked, "What kind of villa do you like?"

Chu Shangluo: "I don't know any styles."

Ren Jiaoming: "Think about it."

Chu Shangluo glanced at Ren Jiaoming, and understood that Ren Jiaoming hadn't renovated the villa for a long time. It turned out that he wanted to change the villa into his favorite style.

Ren Jiaoming held Chu Shangluo's hand: "This villa is finished, shall we live in it?"