After being seized by the pillow man

The sound of breathing in his ear was like a ray of breeze or a cluster of flames, just like that, it entered his ears silently, like a weak electric current penetrated in, passed through the shell of the body and went directly to the heart.

Yin Yansheng's heart was pounding, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. He said, "Okay."

A single word weighs as much as a thousand catties.

Xi Han smiled.

He put his chin on Yin Yansheng's shoulder, put his hands around Yin Yansheng's narrow waist, and rubbed silently through a layer of fabric. The thin waist was very warm, and he felt a sense of satisfaction when he put it in his arms.

He was extremely appropriate in his heart, and was comfortable being said by the word 'good'.

Yin Yansheng only felt that the person holding him was getting harder and harder, as if he was about to rub into his flesh and blood. Xi Jiaojiao's breath sprayed on the side of his face, and then he buried his head on the side of his neck and took a deep breath.

Yin Yansheng turned his head away, his cheeks warmed up by his actions: "What do you smell?" He is not a cat, and he doesn't have any scent on him.

How can anyone smell like this?

Good thing I take a shower every day.

Xi Han raised his head, he looked lazy now, with a mixed feeling of coquettishness and laziness between his eyebrows and eyes, as if a cat smelled mint, and then touched Yin Yansheng's earlobe with his fingertips: " I smell you."

His slender neck is white, his fingers are like jade carvings, and his fingertips are slightly red. Under the close-fitting sweater, beautiful muscles are faintly outlined. His shoulders are wide, his legs are long and his waist is narrow, and he has a cool face. There is an indescribable sense of bewitchment.

Especially with such a clear face with some lust, just right obscenity and hints to the point, smiling low and saying some flirtatious words, it can make people's legs weak.

Xi Han's voice was very low, and he deliberately whispered in his ear: "What kind of perfume does the kid use, does it smell like this everywhere?"

As he said that, as if he wanted to smell it again, he lowered his head slowly, and stopped a few millimeters away from the skin, a small breath scattered on his face.

Yin Yansheng didn't know what he smelled like, but he could feel Xi Han's breath, the bitterness of tobacco mixed with the smell of bamboo and wood, they woven into a big net to surround him.Those scattered breaths were like fireworks, scorching him in the net.

Yin Yan's voice sounded like a person whose acupuncture points had been tapped in a martial arts drama, stiff as a stone statue, Xi Han suppressed his voice and said, "Is this smell all over your body?"

He followed Xi Han's line of sight and landed on the position below his navel, and the tips of his ears turned red all of a sudden.

He looked away as if he had been scalded, and tried his best to maintain the calmness on his face: "I don't...have any smell."

No smell!Even if there is, it is impossible to be fragrant!

Don't look, don't look!

Xi Jiaojiao quickly looked away!

"Have."

He closed his legs secretly: "...No." He answered in a weak voice, always feeling very guilty.

Xi Han said, "Then I'll let you taste it tonight?"

The light words sounded like thunder in his ears. Yin Yansheng stood up from the sofa and stood on the ground again, more than one meter away from Xi Jiaojiao.

Xi Han raised his brows slightly, probably because he didn't expect that he couldn't bear this.

The little girl Yin Yansheng is extraordinarily pure, don't say anything tricky, sometimes she can't stand a little bit of color.

Yin Yansheng took another breath: "It's getting late, I'm going to take a shower."

He appeared to be calm, but in fact he was moving in a hurry, and he was completely defeated.

The corners of Xi Han's lips curled up slightly.

It was already half an hour later when the two were lying on the bed, with the same scent of body wash on their bodies.

Yin Yansheng was hugged skin to skin.

Like an Impressionist oil painting flashing in front of your eyes, the fast-changing shots in the movie are full of strong and absurd colors. Everything in front of you seems to be flowing, everything is from far to near, first tactile and auditory, and then violent heartbeat.

At this time, the rationality is long gone, he is like a lamb on the steamer, or like dough or soil, being scooped up by someone's hand and slipping out through the fingers.

It was another stimulus, swept by like a turbulent wave, he was like a boat that went out to sea in a rainy day, unable to resist the wind and waves.

Yin Yan's lips were tightly pursed, and when he couldn't help biting his lips, someone else turned his chin and pinched his cheeks, Xi Han's tiger's mouth was close to his lips, and a little force in his hands could make him utter sound.

He looked up, his eyes seemed to be hard to focus, and he could only vaguely see a face.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he finally couldn't help saying: "It's uncomfortable." His voice was already a little bit aggrieved.

"pain?"

In fact, it doesn't hurt, he really can't describe the feeling, like an electric current passing through his body, everything is out of his control.

Yin Yansheng's gaze slowly focused, his groin was shaking uncontrollably, and he lied to Xi Han: "It hurts."

Perhaps it was because of weakness that the word was procrastinated a bit. The blood vessels on his hands were already protruding due to the exertion, and his fingertips were bluish white.

Xi Han glanced at him, and immediately whispered into his ear: kid, this is not hurting you to see how tall you stand...

In the silence of the night, the room was filled with an indescribable aura, already ambiguous to the extreme, and silently subdued.

The next day.

The first thing Yin Yansheng did when he woke up was to check the time on his mobile phone. When he saw 07:30 in the morning displayed on it, he woke up startled, and he had to get dressed after throwing off the quilt.

Both of them slept late last night and woke up late.

Xi Han also woke up: "Are you going to be late?"

Yin Yansheng said: "Hurry up."

Although he is a manager, he has never been late at ordinary times. When others go to work, what time does he go to work? Even when he gets off work, he is later than others.

After closing his eyes for two seconds, Xi Han got up from the bed and went directly to wash up. After he cleaned himself up, Yin Yansheng also cleaned himself up.

The two went to the company together.