The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Moyan had mixed feelings about Wang Ye's sudden return to China. It was a pleasant surprise to see him, but now that the two get together less often and leave more, it is not easy to meet each other.

But it was not the first time Shen Muyun said those words, it was like a seed was about to take root in his heart.

Many things cannot be thought about carefully, because once you start, it will be an abyss.

Wang Ye smiled lazily. His facial features were dark and charming under the street lights in the dark night. He reached out and pampered Shen Moyan's head with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why, are you so happy to see me back?"

It took only a few seconds for the warmth of the palm to reach the skin, but it seemed like a whole century had passed between his fingers. Shen Moyan stared at every change in Wang Ye's eyebrows, eyes and nose, as if he wanted to engrave this face into his heart.

"I miss you so much." Shen Moyan said, with a slightly nasal voice, sounding like a cute little beast.

He held the key in his hand, but he didn't move as if he was frozen, and the corners of his eyes were covered with water vapor. Wang Ye wanted to be handsome and pulled out a naughty smile, but the heart in his chest seemed to be jumping out. He sniffed and pretended to be calm. He took the key and opened the iron door, interlocked his fingertips through the man's palm, and said in a low voice, "Come in, it's cool outside."

The touch of body temperature made Shen Moyan's eyes burn. As soon as he entered the house, he clasped Wang Ye's shoulders and buried his head in the center of his chest. He didn't relieve his uneasiness until he heard powerful beating sounds.

No, Shen Muyun must be scaremongering, Shaoqing's body temperature and Wang Ye's gentleness are clearly so real, even if there is a slight difference between the two, it must be because the time is too long, and the original mind was wasted in the cycle of reincarnation.

"Little guy, what's the matter? Are you upset about something?" Wang Ye hugged his man happily, and rubbed his bearded chin against Shen Moyan's neck. His nose was filled with his unique scent of camellias. .

"I'm older than you." The man in the arms suddenly said in a muffled voice.

"Hahahaha, no matter how old you are, you're still my little guy." Wang Ye laughed so heartily, he really remembered that Shen Moyan's public information on the Internet is 28 years old, and he is indeed three years older than himself, but he can't tell what the idea is, man Always made him feel mature beyond his years.

Wang Ye pulled the two of them a little distance away, and stroked Shen Moyan's cheek with his fingertips. It was so beautiful that no trace of age could be seen, and it could seduce his heart all the time.

"I miss you so much." Shen Moyan stared at him and said again.

"Little goblin." Wang Ye scolded with laughter, suddenly bent down and hugged the man like a child, walked quickly to the sofa and sat down, letting Shen Moyan sit on his thigh, with the scorching heat wrapped in the fabric that was about to explode.

"What are you doing..." Shen Moyan's old face turned red for no reason when he felt a hard object poking his skin under his body, and his body was so nervous that he didn't dare to move.

"I didn't do anything~" Wang Ye suddenly pulled the man into his arms and tightened his grip, bit his snow-white neck lightly with a smirk, and said in a low hoarse voice, "I'm playing hooligan~"

As soon as the words were finished, the hot air infected the temperature of the skin, and even his face turned red.

Warm lips lingered on the base of Shen Moyan's ears, and the mist sprayed by his breath made his calves weak, not to mention rubbing the big hand on his waist that teased desire, his earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed. Burying his face into Wang Ye's shoulder, he muttered softly, "Shameless..."

After finishing speaking, the little paw unconsciously thumped, and was caught by a pair of thick palms again, and put it on the soft lips for two kisses.

"The little guy will act like a baby with me~" Wang Ye thief smiled and his hands became more and more dishonest, so he simply unbuttoned Shen Moyan's long shirt one by one, rubbing a red bead on the smooth skin with his palm, and wrapped the other side into the mouth to suck.

The man in his arms trembled slightly, and he couldn't stop panting. He bit the cornel with his teeth in satisfaction, reached into the crotch of the little guy's pants and kneaded his soft flesh. Both became clinging, and each other's passionate desire burst out at the touch of a button.

"You..." Shen Moyan's body was limp, and he fell on Wang Ye's shoulder and pulled out some of his wits: "You just came back from a business trip...you are not tired at all..."

"Tired?" Wang Ye stopped his movements, held the little guy's face in his palm, rubbed his thumb against his face, and his eyes were as bright as stars, piercing into his eyes: "I haven't slept all day and night, I'm really tired, But now, I want to eat you more than to rest."

After the words fell, before Shen Moyan could react, Wang Ye's aggressive lips kissed his tongue, and the sound of body fluid intertwined in the silent night made people blush and heartbeat.

Shen Moyan wondered in a daze whether he should tell him about Le Zhengyu, but in the next second, he was picked up in the air, like a pet lying on Wang Ye's arms, striding toward him in a hurry. Move in the bedroom.

In the autumn night, a few old sycamore trees outside the window rustled their dead leaves, and occasionally a few pieces hit the glass and bounced back into the air.Let's talk about it, Shen Moyan sighed in his heart before sinking into the sea of ​​desire, the warmth of the hug was too good, let him hold on a little more, until they merged into one and could never be separated again.

As for those troublesome things, no matter whether it is wind, rain or sea, he has survived a hundred years of loneliness...not afraid...

When the sun shines on the bed, it brings some glare that is unique to morning light. Shen Moyan blinked his long and narrow eyes, subconsciously frowned slightly, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face to focus, and the first thing that came into his eyes was Wang Ye. Zhang bright and wildly handsome face.

"Little lazy pig, wake up~" Grinning his signature smile, after a night of good dreams, Young Master Wang seemed to be in a particularly good mood, holding his head and kissing him sullenly.

"Sleepy, no announcement today..." The man pouted, glanced at it, then turned around and hugged the quilt, his bare skin still had some red marks from last night's love.

Looking at the cute look of the little guy lying on the bed, Wang Ye somehow felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart. It was the first time in 20 years that he took clothes that were not his own, carefully picked up Shen Moyan, and clumsily put the clothes on for the man. .

"Hey, let's sleep on the road later." With imperceptible tenderness in his voice, Wang Ye managed to fasten the buttons of his long gown firmly, picked up the little guy and walked out of the bedroom.

Shen Moyan tilted his head and leaned against his chest. When he was half asleep and half awake, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his little paws clung to Wang Ye's shoulders. For a moment, he seemed to see Xue Shaoqing from many years ago, with the same broad chest, the same faint body fragrance, and the same Fiery embrace.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but kiss a wet lip mark behind the man's ear, sweetly next to himself, as if he was tasting the sweetness of his lover.

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and made a smirk. He put the little guy by the dining table, rubbed his messy hair and sat down on the other side, pointing to the breakfast prepared on the table and pampering him: "Young girl Anjia bought it. Congee and soy milk, eat it while it’s hot, we have to catch a plane later.”