National teacher, he is a sick beauty

The cool rain fell on the ground along the tiles of the green brick roof, and the pond in the yard rippled in circles, and the koi poked out of the water.

There are two people sitting opposite each other under the corridor, and there is a chessboard in the middle. The two are enjoying the rain and playing chess.

Chu Lang supported his head with one hand, and dropped a piece on the chessboard with the other, but his eyes were not on the chessboard, but on the person opposite, with tenderness and affection.

The white piece in Shen Ci's hand failed to land for a long time. He was burned by Chu Lang's gaze until he couldn't ignore it, and finally put the piece back: "I lost."

Chu Lang laughed lightly: "Student is lucky."

Shen Ci glanced at his lack of modesty, and said lightly: "Tell me, what do you want this time?"

Chu Lang felt that simply playing chess was meaningless, and it was decided before that the winner could make a request to the loser.

The corner of Chu Lang's mouth was raised slowly, and there was only room for a deep remark in his eyes: "I want...Mister to call my name."

Shen Ci was silent for a moment, and met Chu Lang's eyes with undisguised love: "Other than that... everything is fine."

Chu Lang raised his eyebrows: "Others are fine?"

Shen Ci didn't think about other things, but felt that Chu Lang's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to suck him in: "Yes."

Chu Lang smiled and got up and walked to Shen Ci's side: "But I just want to hear my name called by my husband, what should I do? You won't play tricks, will you?"

Shen Ci lowered his eyes, not knowing whether he was thinking or planning to reprimand Chu Lang.

In the end, Shen Ci still said: "Your Majesty must not directly address you..."

Before Shen Ci finished speaking, Chu Lang directly bowed his head and kissed him to seal what he was going to say.

He really knew Shen Ci so well, when Shen Ci uttered the first word, he knew what Shen Ci would say later.

Chu Lang pinched the back of Shen Ci's neck and groped lightly: "Sooner or later, I will change Mr.'s pedantic and stubborn temperament."

Shen Ci panted slightly: "Your Majesty..."

Hearing that he still refused to let go, Chu Lang kissed him again, grabbed Shen Ci's waist with one hand and put him down on the futon.

He kissed Shen Ci until he was passionate, and his other hand was restless.

Shen Ci was bullied by him until his ears turned red, his loose robes were in a mess, Shen Ci looked into Chu Lang's deep eyes.

The tenderness in that person's eyes is like the cool rain in summer, comfortable and comfortable, it makes people taste the taste, and wants to indulge in it and never come out again.

"Sir... Ah Ci... can you call me by my name? I don't want to have the status of a monarch and minister between you and me."

Shen Ci was silent for a long time, so long that Chu Lang thought that he would never hear Shen Ci's answer again, just like every time before, it was so hasty.

"...Chu Lang."

That voice like the ding-dong of spring water mixed with a little heat rang softly in Chu Lang's ears.

Chu Lang's eyes turned from disbelief to ecstasy, he held Shen Ci in his arms: "A Ci, my A Ci..."