After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

Cen Xing's lips are soft and moist, like rose petals properly soaked in sweet milk, with a fresh sweet and mint fragrance, just like his people, delicate and gentle.

Putting his arms around him, Lu Mingshen lowered his head and asked amusedly, "Can't breathe?"

In his arms, Cen Xing half grabbed his sleeves, his face was drunk red from holding his breath, his lips were as red as blood, obviously he was the one who took the initiative, but he seemed to be eaten and wiped clean.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Cen Xing met Lu Mingshen's gaze. That person still looked like he couldn't handle it, which made people angry.With a curl of his mouth, Cen Xing took advantage of the situation and pushed forward, half lying on Lu Mingshen's body, and said angrily: "Now it's your turn to be kissed so weakly by me, hum!"

Lu Mingshen was startled, raised his hand to pinch his chin, one bad thought after another flashed through his mind, Little Xingxing would always say something seductive without knowing it?

Realizing how bold what he said, Cen Xing's face burned even more intensely, and he simply buried his head in front of his chest and remained silent.

The snow outside the window fell quietly, the window sill was covered with a layer of white, the house was warm, and the wood in the fireplace was crackling.

Talking seemed superfluous at this moment, so Lu Mingshen turned over, let Cen Xing lie down comfortably, and put his fingertips on the forehead, nose tip, lips, and chin of the person in front of him...

He knew that Cen Xing was good-looking, so he didn't want others to see him, and he wanted to make the noble and elegant little knight under his neat and straight shirt covered with his marks.

Cen Xing was suppressed by his breath for the first time face to face so tightly, and suddenly noticed that the medicinal fragrance on his body had faded a lot, and replaced it with a low-key abstinence cedar and musk.

The overlapping hands tightened suddenly, Cen Xing bit his lips, Lu Mingshen's breath passed over the corners of his eyes and earlobes, and gradually penetrated along the collar of his shirt. He was like a piece of melting cake, and the breath he exhaled seemed to be sweet.

"Are you also thinking about bad things?" Lu Mingshen's voice was full of irresistible temptation, the sofa was too cramped for the two men, so they rolled over to the ground as soon as they turned over.

The expensive woolen carpet was crumpled, the shiny leather shoes were kicked aside, the hands were clasped to clasped, and the whispers in the ears were indistinct.

The wood in the fireplace burned more and more vigorously, exuding a refreshing log fragrance, and Cen Xing sweated from his forehead, like a layer of icing sugar on his fair skin.

"That, that," almost half a minute later, Cen Xing managed to recover from the dizziness, covered his face, the corners of his eyes were red, his breathing had not yet adjusted, and his voice was steamy: "I can help you too."

He swears to God, he was not like this before, at least when playing alone, the time is definitely doubled.

"It's okay." Lu Mingshen rubbed his hair, his voice was still calm, making Cen Xing almost ashamed: "You take a break."

Seeing Lu Mingshen twisting a tissue and trying to untie his belt, Cen Xing blocked his wrist in embarrassment, and said in a low voice like a mosquito, "No, no need, I'll wash it later."

"It's uncomfortable to be wet." Lu Mingshen grabbed his hand, as if coaxing an awkward cat, half gently and half forcefully put his hand behind his back, kissed his ear to make him relax: "Just wipe it clean for you." , do nothing else."

Originally, I didn't want you to do other things, Cen Xing murmured in his heart, the two sat on the carpet, Lu Mingshen was next to the sofa, and he nestled in that person's arms, this movement itself already contained indescribable affection.

Lu Mingshen's nose was filled with the cologne that smelled so good. The more Cen Xing reminded himself not to bow his head or think about it, the more he couldn't control his gaze. When the man's hand reached in, he couldn't help but let out a "huh" .

Self-questioning does not mean that there is a strong need for a certain aspect, but when the key point is being grasped, Cen Xing subconsciously tightens his back, and even his breathing seems noisy.

"It seems that Little Xingxing is very energetic tonight." Not only did he not intend to ease his tension, but Lu Mingshen's movements seemed to be unhurried, which made Cen Xing's back go numb. After noticing his strangeness, he still spoke casually: " Does Xiaoxing usually make herself happy?"

How should I answer this?As a normal adult man, Cen Xing certainly knew that he should relieve stress regularly, but he always felt extremely ashamed to tell Lu Mingshen.

Answering irrelevant questions, Cen Xing asked casually: "Have you tried husband and wife with others before?"

Raising his eyebrows, Lu Mingshen threw away the tissue, straightened his clothes for him, and said calmly, "No, how about you?"

"Of course not." After Cen Xing blurted out, his voice lowered unknowingly: "Then why, why..." Why are you so proficient, he couldn't ask this sentence no matter what: Lu Mingshen seemed to know every little thing hidden in him. The flames swelled up inch by inch, and merged into a storm that swept across the whole body, and he even knew his body better than himself.

"It's not something to be ashamed of, just say it if you want to." Lu Mingshen stroked his black hair gently, and scraped his cheek with his knuckles. Even though he wanted to induce, he was not in a hurry, and said patiently: "It's okay, take your time." Come."

Perhaps it was because of the right amount of "exercise" before going to bed, Cen Xing didn't dream about anything else until he was awakened by the aroma of breakfast, and Fang lazily opened his eyes.

"I'm going to your university today." Stepping barefoot on the carpet, Cen Xing sat next to Lu Mingshen, with a smile on his lips, and asked, "Is it the same when you were in university?"

After closing the computer, Lu Mingshen picked up the knife and fork: "What is it like now?"

Cen Xing boldly stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "Look straight."

Holding his hand, Lu Mingshen lowered his head and kissed his fingertips: "You can ask Mrs. Tess."

Lu Mingshen graduated from the top ten universities in the world, with the oldest campus building and the library with the largest collection of books. The two found Mrs. Tess in the backyard of the library, drinking black tea, and chatting about Lu Mingshen's student days.

"He studies by himself in the library, and every time he leaves his seat, he will have several love letters in the books when he comes back." Madam Tess ignored Lu Mingshen's hint, patted Cen Xing's hand, and joked: "I have considered sending the letters he received. Put all the love letters in the basement of the library and use them as research materials. Those boys and girls have spent so much time, it’s a pity that no one will see it.” Seeing the change in Cen Xing’s expression, Mrs. Tess sighed: “At that time, I thought He wants to be single for the rest of his life, but fortunately God has his arrangement."

Cen Xing's heart trembled, but he didn't speak.

Afterwards, the two of them helped the professor pack some refreshments. When they passed the garden corridor, there was a rustling sound behind the vine trellis, and the residual snow shook off the ground. Two panicked figures staggered away, looking young.

Madam Tess made a silent gesture to them: "Youth is lovely, isn't it?"

During class time, there were not many people in the library. Cen Xing was reading through rows of familiar and unfamiliar foreign language titles, when he was caught off guard by Lu Mingshen who was behind him and sat on him.

Fingertips brushed the neckline of his shirt without a trace of wrinkle, and Cen Xing's lips seemed to brush his cheeks, and asked in a breathy voice: "Why, is it possible that Mr. Lu wants to experience 'youth'?"

"I'm more justified than them." A strange itching spread from the place behind his ear where the breath was blowing, Lu Mingshen grabbed his hand, and said in a low voice, "We are real couples."

Squinting his eyes, Cen Xing tried to withdraw his hand, and said sourly: "It's hard to say, our contract will end in three months, but you don't have to worry, just go to the flop suitor."

Are you jealous?Realizing this, Lu Mingshen felt something explode in his chest, his heart was beating happily, and he followed his words and said, "Then, it means I still have three months to recover?"

"You're snickering." Cen Xing gave him a dull look, "Hold it back."

Unable to deny that he was secretly happy, Lu Mingshen rejoiced that he was not the only one who would be jealous, express his feelings directly with actions, and would not let go until he kissed someone limply on him.

What he didn't say was that if he was with Cen Xing, he wanted to try not only in the library and the vine trellis, but also in the office, the stable, and in the car...everywhere he thought of and unexpected.

On the way back to the hotel, Cen Xing accidentally received a call from the Cen family. The voice inside sounded older than ten years: "Xiao Xing, we will return to the original city in two days, and we will not come here again. Are you free?" If you don't, come and see Mom and Dad, no matter what, you are still our child."

Because Lu Mingshen "asked" Cen Xing to accompany him to relax, the two decided to stay abroad for a few more days and return after at least a week.Cen Xing could roughly guess the reason for the Cen family's change of attitude, and replied calmly: "Understood, I will go when I have time, take care."

After hanging up the phone, he let out a long sigh of relief, not for himself, but for the original owner. Beauty from distance is also applicable to family members.

In the evening, Lu Mingshen was unexpectedly well-behaved, even when Cen Xing deliberately rubbed against him while watching TV, he didn't show the slightest sign, as if it was another person who was sticky with him in the morning.

Cen Xing wanted to see how long he would be patient. Sure enough, before going to bed, Lu Mingshen sat beside him and said the words he had prepared all night: "Remember my 'suggestion'?"

Originally, he was thinking about that all over his head. Cen Xing somehow had a premonition that the two of them had been in the hotel for so many days, and what should happen would happen sooner or later. He kept silent, and listened to him continue: "Let's try some 'appetizers' today."

The heartbeat was uncontrollable, Cen Xing lay flat on the bed, let Lu Mingshen's fingertips slid across his face, and heard the man laugh lowly: "So nervous?"

"Relax, it's just a 'preview'." After dimming the lights, Lu Mingshen pulled out a tie and put it loosely on Cen Xing's eyes: "Close your eyes, don't think too much."

With his hands separated on both sides of the pillow, Cen Xing licked his upper lip subconsciously. Lu Mingshen's movements and tone showed ease, but he only knew to imitate the man's instructions as if he had been cast under a spell.

The buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned one by one, and he felt Lu Mingshen's fingertips slipping over the skin under the shirt intentionally or unintentionally, itching.

Not in a hurry to go to the next step, after unbuttoning the buttons, Lu Mingshen deliberately stopped for a moment to admire Cen Xing's appearance at this time: the usually handsome little knight, wearing only an unbuttoned shirt, fully opened to him, like a Sheng Delicate dim sum served on a white porcelain plate is a feast for the eyes.

Regular exercise, Cen Xing's body curve is smooth and graceful, without any excess fat, fit and energetic; the skin is fair and smooth, a little bit of effort will leave small half-pink petals, and there will be a nice low hum from the nose The sound is not only delicate, but also arouses darker thoughts in people's hearts.

"Hiss." Cen Xing pursed his lips at the sudden touch, trying to distinguish what was passing by his ears.That thing is soft and creamy, unlike the heat on the fingertips, it is slightly cooler, and feels like a ponytail.

Things like tassels swept over his ears repeatedly, and went down his chin, outlining his body line inch by inch. Wherever he went, sparks were scattered, and the irresistible momentum continued to grow and burn all over his body.

That's right, that's what it feels like in a dream.

He can only fight the fire, and he is always one step away from the end. He can't get up or down, and even his breathing becomes restless.

The slender fingers grasped the pillow instinctively, and Cen Xing's lips were half-opened, like a traveler on the road in the desert, waiting for the rain.

Why can Lu Mingshen remain indifferent?Cen Xing's toes curled up and then let go, his white jade bead-like fingers were evenly swept by the soft fluff, and his whole body was trembling.

"Uncomfortable." Unknowingly, he started to cry. He couldn't hear Lu Mingshen's response, but he still let the tie cover his eyes and didn't take it off.He wanted to tell Lu Mingshen that what he wanted was not to scratch the surface.

As if moved by his slightly choking voice, Lu Mingshen pressed against his ear, breathing red blood at the tip of his ear: "Say it, what do you want me to do?"