After dating the great god, I became popular

The decoration of the room is inhumane with black and white and cool tones, but at the moment it is tinged with warm colors.

Crane Wangchen rubbed his snow-white ankle gently, opened the drawer, and took out the box inside.

The carton was quickly disassembled, and several pieces were scattered on the quilt.

He Wangchen picked up one of them, and his voice was hoarse: "Help me take it."

Su Nianbai's hands were shaking. He picked it up two or three times but failed to pick it up.

"Why are you panicking?" He Wangchen gently pinched the back of his fair neck, "Don't be afraid."

Su Nianbai's ears turned redder, and the ends of his eyes were foggy, and his black eyelashes trembled slightly.

My hands slipped several times, and my hands were tense along with my heart.

The soft little palm touched one after another, but it still couldn't be put on.

"I can't carry it..." Su Nianbai's eyes turned red, "Is it too small?"

Being bumped repeatedly was very uncomfortable, He Wangchen gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

"You move lightly,? Take your time."

"Oh." Su Nian's hands seemed boneless, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Sorry...I haven't used this thing before."

Crane Wangchen's Adam's apple rolled and became hard. Bangbang said, "I don't either."

After tossing for a few minutes, Su Nianbai's ears were warm, and he looked up at He Wangchen's straight eyebrows, and said stammeringly, "It seems, it's done."

There is only one dim bedside lamp left in the room,? The sound insulation of the apartment is very good, and no other sounds can be heard.

What came into the ears was the shallow breathing of the two of them.

The little face was buried in the snow-white soft pillow.

Su Nianbai's head was dizzy.

His fingers were tense, the white and powdery edges sank deep into the quilt, and small curls were pulled out of the flat quilt, and his toes curled up forcefully.

The light chestnut hair was wet and pressed tightly against the white forehead, and the earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed.

Still a bit laborious.

He couldn't see the outline of the man's brows and eyes, the fit was too tight, but he could clearly feel his presence.

Su Nianbai opened his mouth slightly, his tongue was bright red, the unstoppable water in his mouth wet the pillow, leaving a small piece of dark water stain, Su Nianbai couldn't breathe smoothly, his fingertips were itchy and numb.

Lips and teeth touched, and the two voices intertwined.

Soft, waxy and dull breath.

Totally different.

Su Nianbai's cheeks were wet, and his eyes were as wet as if they had been drenched by water.

"Crane..." The sentence was fragmented, the name was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it: "Wang... Chen."

Crane Wangchen paused, squeezed his fleshy palm, and said hoarsely, "Is it okay?"

At the same time, he took care of Su Nianbai's previous feelings gently and carefully.

Sobbing and whimpering.

Su Nianbai blushed and cried.

He subconsciously wanted to hide, but the more he hid, the more he was kissed.

"Do you know when I first fell in love with you?" He Wangchen suddenly hugged Su Nianbai.

With the sudden movement, Su Nianbai's eyelids twitched, and he hugged He Wangchen tightly: "Um..."

He pursed his lips and buried his head into the deep shoulder socket of the other party.

"When did it start?" His voice was not high, trembling a little, his knuckles tensed, and he tightly grasped Crane Wangchen's clothes.

He Wangchen kissed the tender earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Maybe it was when you took a picture of me in the white dress."

Su Nianbai blushed, and said in a muffled voice, "You, you."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore." Thinking of being liked so early, Su Nianbai felt ashamed and ashamed.

He Wangchen lifted his eyelids, and gently pinched his earlobe.

Laugh out loud: "Why are you ashamed?"

Su Nianbai's face was hot, her fingertips curled up unconsciously, and she couldn't hold it tightly.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Su Nianbai Jiaohan complained for so long that it was useless.

Crane Wangchen would only put his arms around him, kiss him lightly on his lips, and his mouth was full of deceitful words.

Su Nianbai is obedient and cute.

Such a person is his.

Crane Wangchen tilted his head and whispered in his ear: "I like you."

Su Nianbai's nose was sour, pink was rubbed out, his eyes were tearful and he said: "I... like you too."

The faint humming in his ears disappeared, He Wangchen frowned, and his lips gently touched his soft cheeks.

With a deep voice: "Little friend?"

The room was silent.

Su Nianbai seemed to be asleep, as beautiful as a little prince.

The thin and curly eyelashes are closed, and a small fan-shaped shadow is reflected under the eyes, which is still a little blue.

Crane Wangchen lowered his eyelids, and the child's Adam's apple and collarbone were covered with dense pink marks.

There are also a few light pink marks on the body.

The small and beautiful lips are red, like a sweet and delicious peach, the kind that is very sweet at first glance.

There are also a few dry tears at the end of the delicate eyes.

Crane Wangchen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and carried him to the bathroom.

The white mist rose, and the two were still close at the moment. He glanced at it and felt a little red.

His movements were very light, the clean towel was stained with water, and he wiped the boy lightly, for fear of hurting the person he liked.

The water waves swayed slightly, He Wangchen pulled off the bath towel and wrapped the boy into a cocoon.

Su Nianbai's eyes were always closed, and his slender and long pure black eyelashes were lightly closed. Even if he was uncomfortable, he just frowned and muttered softly.

Crane Wangchen patted him on the back, obviously comforting.

The boy snorted, and nestled in the man's arms in a very comfortable posture.

After washing, He Wangchen carried him back.

Only then did I realize that the inner side of the thin skin was almost scratched, and the surface was stained with pale pink blood.

He Wangchen frowned, pursed his lips and helped the boy cover the quilt.

Clean up the small square bags and paper balls scattered all over the place, and throw them in the trash can.

Fortunately, there is still a 24-hour pharmacy at this point in time.

He took a jacket from the closet, changed into it neatly, and went downstairs to buy medicine.