The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

The hickey mark between Shen Moyan's collarbone was faintly visible under the cover of his long hair, and Wang Ye's lower abdomen was hot again, he turned his head away uncomfortably and coughed dryly, recalling the crazy lingering relationship between the two last night.

He doesn't think he is a reckless young man who indulges in lust, but when he meets a man, he loses his sanity like sparks hitting the earth. In the past, when he disliked Shen Moyan, he could still suppress this desire with all his might. Now that they meet each other sincerely, he...

Wang Ye's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he never let the strange emotions develop. A layer of hotness appeared on his face, and he didn't dare to look at Shen Moyan again. He withdrew his palm surrounded by warmth and turned around, taking a packing bag from the corner Pass it to the man.

"Here, it's for you." He clenched his left hand into a fist and coughed pretendingly under his nose.

"For me?" Shen Moyan didn't seem to expect that Wang Ye would give him a gift, so he pocketed his doubts and carefully opened the layers of packaging.

The white jewelry box is wrapped with a pink ribbon, the flap is opened, and a black velvet is wrapping a bracelet inlaid with silver and white diamonds.

The style is not effeminate, but exquisite and unusual, shining in the morning light.

The warm mist gradually blurred his eyes, Shen Moyan wanted to laugh but shed a tear first.

"Thank you...thank you...I'm so happy...."

Shaoqing, thank you, thank you for coming back.

"Why are you so good, you started crying again." Wang Ye frowned and sat on the edge of the bed irritably, as if he was at a loss for the man's sad appearance, pulled the bedside tissue and wiped away his tears but was very gentle, just like hugging a beloved doll , for fear that if you are not careful, you will get fragmented.

"Don't cry. Why didn't I realize that you love to cry so much before."

"I just bought it casually, nothing special."

"Hey, don't cry harder, I'm not, oh, that's not what I mean."

"I will be good to you, and I will not be irresponsible."

"Shen Moyan...I..." The rest of the words were squeezed between his lips and teeth, the man sucked the corner of his mouth lightly, jerky and soft rolling, touching and separating, the delicate white arms passed through his waist and clung to his back.

Shen Moyan's eyes were blurred, his slender eyelashes trembled and mottled by the sunlight projected on his skin, and his scorching breath sprayed between each other.

Wang Ye felt that his whole body was on fire, and the man's feather-like kisses could not relieve the restlessness at all. Instead, he pulled the quilt away immediately, pressed his body against Shen Moyan's skin, and slid his palms across inch by inch like silk textures. Melt into each other into the waves.

The morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal clear dewdrops slid down the leaves, jumping happily.The green grass wakes up under the soft morning light, and the bright sun shoots into the soft bed, swaying and rubbing against the floor, and someone's fingers are tightly clasped with each other, sinking deep like skin.

In the villa surrounded by evergreen vegetation, every corner of the room is full of charm, and the low-level contemplation slowly turns into bursts of uncontrollable gasps, which makes people blush and heartbeat.

When the two of them really got dressed and got up, it was already high in the sun, and Wang Ye overbearingly forbade Shen Moyan to leave, lying on the bed to rest, and using the landline to order the old housekeeper to make some digestible food.

"Actually...I'm fine." Shen Moyan looked at his frowning and said tentatively.

"Talking too much." Wang Ye curled his lips. In fact, he didn't know how to make him more comfortable. It's troublesome to do it with men, and that place is not specially used for doing things. It must be easy to get hurt: "If you tell you to lie down lie down."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the side of the bed, wrapped his arms around the man's slender waist, and pressed the back muscles with his fingers little by little: "How is it? Is it more comfortable?"

"Ah..." Shen Moyan couldn't help snorting, his old face turned red immediately, it's not that no one has treated him like this, it's just that it's been too long, so long that many things are buried in the dust of time, when the wind blows, It's gone.

"Very good." He lowered his eyes and responded, and suddenly laughed, with dimples on his cheeks: "Ye...Actually, you are very gentle..."

"Cough." Wang Ye was embarrassed and coughed slightly. If he wanted to go out and let others know that he was doing such a thing, he was afraid that many former enemies would be frightened.

He murmured, and simply changed the topic. After thinking about it, he realized that he had not met the man for a long time. In the past, the two of them would be at war when they met, but now they wanted to talk about something but they didn't know how to start it.

"That..." Wang Ye paused, but he still planned to ask, otherwise he would always have a pimple in his heart: "Do you really want Hua Yang's endorsement?"

"Huh?" Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes comfortably, and uttered a monotone in doubt, then thought for a moment before saying: "It's okay."

"Oh, you have a big appetite." Wang Ye frowned a little displeased, and the irritability of being played with appeared in his heart again: "You want to be popular that much?"

"I..." Shen Mo's speech was stagnant, and there was some unclear emotion in his eyes when he opened his eyes: "I want to be popular because I want to see you, I want you to see me..."

"Have you ever known me?" Wang Ye stopped his hands and said in a serious tone: "You said I forgot you before, but I don't remember seeing you in the past."

"You have never met me, but I have known you for a long time..." Shen Muyun seemed to be sighing, unwilling to continue this topic, he stood up and looked at the man in front of him: "I love you, Deeper than you think."

"Tch." Wang Ye's heart trembled unconsciously, restraining his emotions, he pursed his lips tightly, and looked directly into his pupils: "You said you love me, what do you want to get? Hua Yang's endorsement has already been obtained by you, although you don't Brilliant, but I also have to admire your skillful methods."

"I said I didn't do those things." Shen Moyan said lightly, "Would you believe it?"

He subconsciously grabbed Wang Ye's cuff, waiting for an answer.

"Should I believe you?" Wang Ye frowned, as if asking him, but also asking himself.

"Heh." Shen Moyan smiled wryly, that's right, the wolf cub's setup really didn't make sense for him to believe in him anymore.

He closed his eyes, still trying to explain: "It's really not me, but I apologize, I never thought of playing with you... If you are really angry..." He paused, looked at Wang Ye, and recalled Thinking of the absurd thing I saw last night, my lips trembled a little: "Last night... you should calm down too..."

Wang Ye felt a sudden dull pain in his heart, he was uncomfortable and wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say a word.

He didn't know that he had been in the vortex of intrigue all his life, he had never tried to trust others, let alone thought of this day.He almost blurted out to tell Shen Moyan not to pretend, but he still couldn't say it.

"I believe in you." He didn't know why, but he didn't want to make the man sad again, so he simply turned his head and stopped looking, but his heart beat wildly: "I believe it's not you."

Shen Moyan wanted to say something, but there was a knock on the door.

"Master, the porridge is ready, do you want to bring it in?" The butler's calm and old voice came from outside the door.

Wang Ye glanced at Shen Moyan's disheveled appearance, and replied, "No, I'll get it."

He got out of bed, opened the door to take the hot porridge, told the housekeeper not to worry, and turned back to the man.

"Drink." He sat down, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it to Shen Moyan.

"En." Shen Moyan opened his mouth to eat the hot porridge in response, it was soft and sticky, neither hot nor cold.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked cautiously after taking two sips.

"I'm not hungry." Wang Ye frowned, looking at Shen Moyan's cherry red lips, a little upset.

"You want to eat too." He snatched the spoon suddenly, learned to scoop up a spoon and handed it to Wang Ye's mouth, blinking his eyes: "It's delicious if we eat together."

Wang Ye felt that he was probably possessed, so he opened his mouth and yelled for this spoonful of hot porridge.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Moyan smiled and narrowed his eyes, which were curved like crescent moons.

Wang Ye nodded, and the man fed him again.

"Wild." Shen Moyan's voice was sour, looking at him, his throat was a little choked: "From now on, don't look for others, okay? If you are angry or hate me, just come to me, and don't look for others..."

As he said that, a tear fell. The man seemed to feel that he was hypocritical, and he quickly reached out to wipe it away, but was blocked by the other hand.

Wang Ye scratched off the water droplets on his cheeks with his fingertips, his fingers were moist, but his lips were strangely dry.

"There will be no one else. Don't worry. There will never be any more."

A few gusts of breeze suddenly drifted in from outside the window, carrying the fragrance of begonia flowers freely, disturbing the blue strands on the man's forehead.

On the other side of the bustling city of Rongcheng, passing through the busy streets and bustling markets, a set of single-family buildings full of flowers is located deep here. It is strange to say that it is the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, but the courtyard is rare. Competing for fragrance and beauty, the antique-style decoration isolates all the temptations of the outside world.

The messy scars all over Shen Muyun's body had healed without a trace, and the nails of his clenched fists were deeply buried in the flesh, and the ferocious wolf teeth were grinding.

"Shen Moyan, when will you be back?"