Chen Huan

When Chen Kui saw Cen Huan like this, his heart was sharpened by a blunt knife, and he himself was the culprit.

Chen Wei was a little flustered, Fangfo went back to the three years when he couldn't find Cen Huan everywhere, and his heart was at a loss.He followed Cen Huan's brow bone to the bridge of his nose and kissed him little by little, as if this was the only way to give him a sense of security in holding Cen Huan firmly in his arms.

He kissed the corner of his lips, bit by bit, prying his lips and teeth apart, and the lips and tongue intertwined.

Omega is naturally sensitive, not to mention that the one who ignites everywhere is Chen Kui who is very familiar with him.

Cen Huan struggled to respond, but wanted to refuse but could only welcome back. The aromas of musk and iris blended together, one was strong and intense, the other tactful and long-lasting.

But Cen Huan couldn't restrain himself from thinking, what was it like for Chen Yu and that child named Xu Huai when they were in love?Would Chen Kui also kiss him from his collarbone to his chest and hold him and shout baby in a hoarse voice?He would also hug his legs and pose in various shameful poses, but would Xu Huai welcome him if he wanted to refuse?

No, he is always the one who refuses but refuses to let go. They are on the bed, probably passionate and in tune.

Suddenly there was a pain in his chest, Chen Kui bit his chest, he was afraid of Cen Huan's expression.

Cen Huan came back to his senses and smiled, not knowing who he was laughing at.

Chen Kui could only be more gentle, endured his discomfort, and patiently and meticulously performed enough foreplay.

When he entered, Cen Huan physically felt full of happiness, but somehow, he also felt full of pain.

Like the love of the little mermaid in fairy tales, every touch is happiness, but it is also heart-wrenching.

Cen Huan was exhausted physically and mentally. He knew that Chen Kui would carry him to the bathroom to clean up, but he ignored it and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and Chen Kui was sleeping next to him, the two hugged each other, their legs intertwined.

Cen Huan struggled, Chen Kui opened his eyes but did not let go.

"Are you hungry?" There was a hint of satisfaction in Chen Kui's tone.

"Ah."

"We caught up with the good times, there is a bonfire party by the sea, go and see"

The bonfire party is more like a barbecue party. The locals set up barbecue stalls, with fish, shrimp, crab, kelp and oysters.

A bonfire was lit closer to the seaside, and people sang and danced in a circle, most of them tourists.

Both were very hungry, and the barbecue was served quickly, with chili and local special seasonings on the side.

Cen Huan recalled when he was in college, he took Chen Yu to the night market to eat barbecue, Cen Huan liked spicy food, and Chen’s father’s hometown was in City C, where everyone liked sweet or spicy food, Chen Yu didn’t eat spicy food but he didn’t say anything. He told the boss how spicy he wanted it.

Carrying barbecue and beer, the two sat down on the bench by the S Lake. Chen Kui ate the barbecue little by little, and couldn't bear to disturb Cen Huan's interest.

Cen Huan noticed that he had to drink beer after every bite of barbecue, and suddenly realized: "You can't eat spicy food, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Chen Kui replied: "It doesn't matter, I have to learn to eat spicy food slowly in the future. Who made me fall in love with a small pepper?"

Cen Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You're talking nonsense."

But Chen Kui came over: "Xiao Huan, it's really spicy, help me untangle it."

Cen Huan turned his head, just about to ask how to solve it, two pieces of softness stuck to his lips.

In front of him, Chen Yu added chili without changing his face. He really started to eat spicy food little by little, and he was able to eat spicy food better than most people.

Cen Huan was a little at a loss, he thought of a line of lyrics.

"The more obsessed, the more tortured, and the memories are still fanning the flames."

He thought happily in bitterness, this sentence is also suitable for the occasion.