After being divorced by the top streamer, I became his white moonlight

Unknowingly when, in the deep night, a drizzle fell.

It is already the end of summer, and after a few more rains, autumn will really come.

The rain was rustling, and the silence became even more silent.In the silence of the room, He Qiudu sighed softly, "Yaoyao, this way, I will be even more greedy."

"Hmm...it's okay." Lin Yaoran moved her dry and hot lips, staring at him with tears in her eyes.This look about to cry made the young man lean over and kiss him tenderly.What is poured into the delicate ear pinna like a small shell is a whisper full of magic.

"Hey, don't cry. If you cry like this now, what should you do next?"

Then, the slender hands with slightly protruding veins slowly dropped, one by one, unbuttoning Lin Yaoran's home clothes.The left and right sides of the clothes were left open, revealing a scorching white neck.The black hair was scattered like thick clouds on the snow-white skin, and the strong contrast precipitated an incredible beauty, which burned the tip of my heart to ashes.

The thin mouth was attached to the side of the neck with graceful lines, and it moved down slowly, causing a shiver.But just like a spider preying on a butterfly, no matter how the delicate and immature butterfly struggles, it can only make the spider web tremble a little.

Not long after, He Qiudu slowly lowered his head, and carefully sipped the clean thin pink.He thought the color was beautiful, like a cherry blossom that bloomed too early and fell in a long spring snow that came too late.

Amidst the intermittent weeping and choking of the beautiful lover, the pale early cherry blossoms quickly turned into the bright colors of red leaf cherry blossoms.At this point, He Qiudu reluctantly gave up and embraced him in his arms.He hugged him tightly, pushing him into his chest with such force that it would leave marks on the skin.

It was the crystallization of his dream when he was young, the bone in the bone, the flesh in the flesh, and it was a small tin figurine hidden in an antique music box, which made him afraid that the boiling heat in his body would burn out this whole thing. Treasures that are considered insufficient to take care of them have caused this hard-won rare treasure to melt into a ball of silver-white molten liquid that throbs like tears.

Involuntarily, he held the thin and soft waist, and pressed his fingers against the trembling waist, which was almost tailor-made.His Yaoyao looks so thin, but he is so petite and soft when nestled in his arms.Yaoyao like this was born to be loved and loved by others, loved by him and loved by him.Ruanyu Wenxiang couldn't describe that feeling, as if what he was holding in his arms at this moment was all the beautiful dreams he could dream in this life.

"Easy..." Lin Yaoran hummed softly, frowning in distress, "You hug me too tightly."

Only then did He Qiudu loosen his grip a little bit as if he had just woken up from a dream, and murmured "I'm sorry", while peeling off the cellophane of sweet candy, or untiing the heavy silk wrapped around the porcelain, so that the person in his arms would have nothing to worry about. Coveredly exposed in front of his own eyes.

He was still dressed in neat and expensive clothes, even at this time, there were no obvious wrinkles in the material, but Lin Yaoran was the complete opposite, curled up on him into a moonlight that could be embraced by his arms.

Bright, flawless, lingering with the faint fragrance of lily of the valley, it is heart-shattering, and one can't help but desire to touch, touch, and leave various marks.

"Woo... don't stare at me..." Lin Yaoran grabbed his arm, and buried his pink face pitifully into his clothes, as if he was the culprit who made him look so embarrassing now The culprit wasn't him at all.

The lower jaw was lifted by the warm fingertips, followed by a gentle and long kiss.He Qiudu was kissing him again, tracing his outline with his thin lips, confirming his existence, kissing his frowning brows, slightly sweaty forehead hair, frosty and soft earballs, and the fluttering wings of a butterfly. eyelashes.The kiss was out of order, suddenly affectionate, and then seemed to be dominated by the nature of a predator, releasing a chilling possessive desire.

He Qiudu is like a well-dressed collector, admiring his most precious and beautiful treasures with all the utmost care.Against the background of his black clothes, the ceramic puppet, which was as clean as new snow, was so white that it cast a soft light.However, under his tireless touch and touch, the jade-like glaze of the ceramic doll gradually smudged into a light powder, just like a drop of fresh rose juice mixed with milk, although it is light, it has no bright color. All are breathtaking.

The pinkness permeated on the skin is getting stronger and stronger. Lin Yaoran's raised neck, fingertips curled into palms, shrunken shoulders and elbows, and even tucked knees seem to be deliberately rendered beautiful by a potter. Beautiful glaze.The whole body is white and pink, only the long hair and eyelashes that are like splashed ink are as dark as night.

He Qiudu hugged him, kissed him, his gaze was as real as it was, and he pressed heavily on him.During his mental flashes, he suddenly remembered the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" that the two of them had read together.According to the story, the princess's hair is blacker than ebony, her skin is whiter than snow, and her lips are redder than blood. No matter who sees her, they will definitely fall in love with her.

Knowing that the story is fictitious, but as long as you see Yaoyao, you will feel that the story is real instead, and Yaoyao is a dream that is so beautiful that it is illusory.Even if Yaoyao has been shackled in his arms at this moment, and he even dominates his entire reaction, his heart will still hang in the air due to too much satisfaction.It seemed that in the next moment, the person curled up obediently between his arms would disintegrate into snow-like foam.

Lin Yaoran uttered a nasal whimper, and for some reason, the strength of confining herself suddenly became a little stronger.He struggled to lift his wet eyelashes, and He Qiudu's face was reflected in his sleepy eyelids.The young man's expression is so solemn, and there is a smile at the end of his narrow eyes, which outlines the lines that make people addicted.

However, just when Lin Yaoran was overwhelmed by this tenderness, he faintly noticed a strange feeling.It's strange, but it's not unexpected, because I've known for a long time that this is something that will happen sooner or later.

But even so, he still couldn't help being afraid. After all, no matter how inexperienced he was, he knew what he was going to face.The prelude, which was so long that it was almost cruel, had already exhausted his sense of shame, and the clear water had already filled up to the edge of the container, and just maintaining that line of carrying limit was enough to wipe out all his strength.

Lin Yaoran closed her eyes forcefully, waiting in fear amidst the frantic beating of her heart.However, the imagined pain did not come as expected, and was replaced by another method.

He froze for a while before realizing what was going on.

It never occurred to him that it could be like this.

Lin Yaoran felt that something in his heart was swollen to overflowing, and finally burst open, and tears came out of his eyes, rolling down. "It's too much...how can you do this..."

At first, he could barely make a weak voice, but with every move of the young man, this weak voice also disintegrated into a vague and pitiful cry.The two slender, straight, frost-white legs were still lightly kicking and struggling, but gradually they could only be stretched into a straight line that was about to break amidst babbling and whimpering.

"Don't Yao Yao like it?" He Qiudu's voice was low and hoarse.

Lin Yaoran only bit his finger and choked up, unable to speak a word.

The person behind came up even more blatantly, "Yaoyao...Yaoyao..." Repeatedly repeating his name, each syllable seemed to hit his eardrum, burning his heart, as if he had been poured into his mouth. Into the boiling molten iron, limbs and bones will be melted into steaming water vapor.

"Yaoyao, who do you belong to?"

"I...I..." He cried out of breath.

The jaw was pinched, the tears were kissed away, the breath was breathed into the throat, and Shen Yue's voice came from next to his ear, "Whose are you?"

"yours……"

"who?"

"Your...I'm yours...I'm...He Qiudu's..." He was about to be overwhelmed by embarrassment, biting his knuckles harder, and then his hand was held in time, making him cry The stopped young man brought his hand to his lips for him to bite.

Blood mixed with tears, trickled down the delicate jawline, and dripped onto the mattress.

Let the messy sheets that are no longer clean become darker and more crumpled.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier at night, and the raindrops slammed on the glass, muggy and endless, covering up the ambiguous sound like crying in the house.

Feeling the sinking of the thin and delicate body in his arms, He Qiudu let go of his teeth, and kissed the white shoulders and elbows that had left some red marks, "Yaoyao?"

The only response to him was a thin, inaudible breath.

Lin Yaoran had already passed out completely, her eye sockets were red, her nose was red, her cheeks were also red, with still wet tears on them.The long hair scattered all over his body could not hide the imprints left by him himself.

Distressed and satisfied.

He Qiudu lowered his eyes, his pure black and cold eyebrows only revealed a little affection when he looked at this person.He stretched out his arms to embrace his beautiful lover, who was facing away from him, and embraced her front-on into his arms.His movements were light, but the sleeping Lin Yaoran still frowned uncomfortably.

There was a bathroom in the master bedroom, and it was only a few steps away, but He Qiudu was covered in sweat.He felt that what he was holding was full of feathers, whether it was light or heavy, it was not good.

The white mist curls up in the marble bath, filled with the fragrance of lily of the valley of bath salt.It took a long time for the water in the pool to calm down.After being cleaned and carried out, Lin Yaoran still did not wake up.The whole person was wrapped heavily in a snow-white thick bath towel, only a small face that was forced to bleed by the hot water was exposed, and the long eyelashes gleamed with a little damp soft light, as if he was still crying.

He Qiudu carried him back into the soft mattress that had been remade, gently hugged him through the soft quilt, then quietly closed the door and entered the study next door.

He still has work to do.

The bright light from the computer screen reflected the expressionless face of the young man, with clear light and shadow, making the eyebrows more and more high, and his eyes were like two cold daggers, embedded in the deep and narrow eye sockets.