break your waist

Li Xingyan first fried two yellow-orange eggs and stacked them together in a snow-white porcelain bowl.

Then take out the tomato that has been almost blanched with boiling water, and tear off a thin layer of tomato skin along the cross knife cut on it.

The red tomato meat is placed on a walnut-colored chopping board and cut into small pieces.

Using the oil left over from frying eggs in the pan, he poured the tomatoes into it to make a rich soup.

The water in the pot on the other side was also bubbling.

Li Xingyan turned down the heat a little, and was going to wait for Ye Musen to come out before going down, otherwise the dough would be lumpy and taste bad.

He watched the strings of small air bubbles running up from the bottom of the pot, and his thoughts went back to the day he had a fever and was hospitalized for no reason.

At that time, he was lying on the hospital bed, and Ye Musen was sitting by the bed, feeding himself porridge patiently mouthful by mouthful.

I always felt something was wrong with that scene.

Li Xingyan was concentrating on thinking, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred.

By the way, Ye Musen didn't seem to have eaten anything himself.

I didn't see the takeaway box when I was in the hospital, and Ye Musen stayed by his bedside the whole time after returning home.

So, after eating at noon that day, Ye Musen was on an empty stomach until noon the next day.

His stomach hurts recently, is it related to this?

Li Xingyan put down the chopsticks in his hand, turned around and ran out of the kitchen, eager to know the answer.

By the time he realized it, he was already standing at the door of the bathroom.

Just then, the door was opened from the inside.

Ye Musen's lower body was covered with a bath towel, and his upper body was covered with wheat-colored skin.

The crystal drops of water on the hair slid down the neck.

The thin layer of muscles on his body has been trained just right, full of strength but not at all swollen.

In short, his figure is the type that is strong and full of male hormones.

Ye Musen laid his hips akimbo in a leisurely posture, with the tails of his eyes raised, looked at Li Xingyan, and teased lightly: "Next time you want to see it, just push the door and come in. The door won't lock."

"I didn't want to see it."

Li Xingyan's eyes drifted to other places extremely uncomfortably.

When it was over, his mind went blank, forgetting that he hurried over to ask Ye Musen some questions.

"I, I'm going to cook the noodles."

Take out the boiled noodles, drizzle with red tomato sauce, sprinkle with green scallions, and finally put fried eggs until golden.

Li Xingyan brought the noodles to the dining room, and Ye Musen just came out of the bedroom.

He changed into a white bathrobe, and a large piece of skin on his chest was still exposed.

Ye Musen seems to like eating noodles.

He usually eats slowly and doesn't eat much.

But Li Xingyan found that as long as he cooked noodles for Ye Musen, it seemed that no matter how much noodles he put, Ye Musen could eat them all.

Ye Musen ate the somewhat familiar taste, and his empty and uncomfortable stomach was now warm.

"Little Xingyan." Ye Musen raised his eyes to look at Li Xingyan while putting down his chopsticks.

Li Xingyan was a little at a loss by Ye Musen's sudden address.

At first Ye Musen called him "Li Xingyan", later called him "Xingyan", and now he called himself "Little Xingyan".

"What's the matter?" After Li Xingyan finished speaking, he took a bite of the fried egg that was still dripping with golden sugar.

The corner of the boy's pink mouth was stained with yellow egg liquid. Ye Musen leaned over and took out a tissue from the paper box to help Li Xingyan wipe the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk, you're a bit yellow." Ye Musen said with a pun.

Li Xingyan recalled the previous few verbal misunderstandings between the two, and knew that Ye Musen was alluding to those things.

He tidied up his little head, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

When he was locked in the elevator tonight, he didn't know why he had a fit, but he even said the word "so big" to Ye Musen.

Although it was not referring to something, it is indeed strange to think about it now.

Well, maybe it's because I often read Tanmei novels, the child will become pornographic without knowing it.

From a pure white flower, it gradually blooms into a small yellow flower swaying in the wind.

Li Xingyan tried to avoid this topic, deliberately said: "Why do you call me 'Little Xingyan', I am not small, I have grown another 0.3 centimeters, and I will grow taller and taller in the future."

Ye Musen gave a short laugh, and asked, "When your Teacher Ji called you that, why didn't you retort?"

Li Xingyan held the big bowl, took a sip of the soup, and sighed contentedly: "He is my teacher."

"I'm your old man..." Ye Musen was not convinced that he was being compared by Ji Lang, and his inexplicable competitiveness almost made him blurt out a certain word, but he changed the subject very quickly, "... Teacher's friend."

Li Xingyan blinked and asked, "So?"

"So, I like to call it whatever I want." Ye Musen said casually.

Under Ye Musen's gaze, Li Xingyan ate the noodles in small bites, then picked up two bowls and went to the kitchen to wash.

Ye Musen followed into the kitchen. The kitchen space was smaller than the outside and somewhat closed.

This made Ye Musen's sense of presence stronger, and this man was tall.

Li Xingyan stood by the sink, holding a rag in his hand, and his movements of washing dishes became more and more unnatural.

After washing one of them, he was about to put it down first, when the two bowls were showered together, a big hand suddenly took over that bowl.

Li Xingyan raised his head, staring at Ye Musen with clear eyes.

The man's bones are deep and three-dimensional, the excellent bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the jaw line is smooth.

"Just two bowls, I'll do it by myself." Li Xingyan said softly.

Ye Musen's tone was casual: "Take exercise in advance, and I can help my wife wash it later."

The bowl covered in white foam in Li Xingyan's hand almost slipped from his hands. Fortunately, he has been washing dishes for many years and has rich experience, so he managed to grab it.

After they finished washing the dishes, Li Xingyan picked up the towel on the shelf, and he handed it to Ye Musen, but Ye Musen didn't pick it up.

"You wipe it for me." Ye Musen handed Li Xingyan his hand.

Li Xingyan was stunned for a moment, and obediently took a towel to dry Ye Musen carefully.

Ye Musen lowered his head slightly, looking at the boy's fair cheeks and pink lips.

He still clearly remembered the touch of the lips when the two kissed for the first time.

The touch of the boy's palm fell on the man's wide palm through a very soft towel, like a kitten's paws scratching Ye Musen.

Inexplicably, there was a small tingling electric current.

It was at this moment that Ye Musen realized that he was also very sensitive to physical touch.

"Have you ever kissed someone else?" Ye Musen's eyes traced every inch of Li Xingyan's face.

He didn't mean anything else by asking this question, he just wanted to bring the topic between the two of them to this point.

Li Xingyan paused with his hand holding the towel, he didn't want to be cowardly in front of Ye Musen, so he put on a super confident look, and said seriously: "I've kissed so many times, I think I can be a 'kisser' Review masters' away."

Ye Musen looked at his small appearance that was trying to hide it, and suddenly grabbed Li Xingyan's hand with his backhand through the towel, and quickly pushed him against the wall behind him.

Li Xingyan's chin was slightly lifted by Ye Musen, and the man's eyes were full of a smile that was "right in his arms", and his lazy voice was mixed with a bit of teasing: "Really? Then ask 'Master Li' to give me a comment." , where the kiss is not good, please give me more advice in the future."

Damn, Li Xingyan felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

I don't know if it's to blame this man for being too flirtatious, or to blame myself for being too unpromising and unfocused.

If someone said something casually, his body would become so weak that he would almost be unable to stand still.

But his back was leaning against a solid wall, and his front was pressed tightly by Ye Musen's tall and heroic body, so he couldn't escape.

At the moment when things were about to happen, Li Xingyan realized that he was actually very cowardly.

It's true that he likes Ye Musen, and he can feel Ye Musen's affection.

But I was so afraid that this would be a flash in the pan, and he would leave Ye Musen for various reasons.

How long can Ye Musen like herself?

But the man didn't give him so many opportunities to hesitate.

Ye Musen's face, which was already very close, became closer and closer, and his hot breath brushed against Li Xingyan's flushed cheeks.

Li Xingyan closed his eyes unconsciously, and in the next second, he felt two lips sticking together.

The scent of men's shower gel on Ye Musen's body persevered into the tip of Li Xingyan's nose.

nice smell.

This was the only thought that popped up in Li Xingyan's blank mind.

Ye Musen rubbed Li Xingyan's slender waist like rubbing cotton with his big hands, and the force on his lips was not fast or slow, and there was a bit of tenderness in the gentleness.

Following the reaction of the person in his arms, he increased his strength little by little.

Maybe he is the real master, Li Xingyan thought to himself.

Ye Musen seemed to sense that Li Xingyan was wandering off, so he bit him gently with his teeth, his lips gritted, and said, "Concentrate."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and the traces of lust in it were hard to hide.

Just when Ye Musen was about to poke out the tip of his tongue to take a further step, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

The two opened their eyes at the same time, and their eyes met.

But the next moment, Ye Musen's big hands wrapped around Li Xingyan's waist and pressed against his body again, and he lowered his head as if he wanted to kiss him again.

Li Xingyan turned his head while breathing messily, and persuaded Ye Musen in a milky voice, "You answer the phone first."

Li Xingyan felt a lot of psychological pressure when they kissed while the phone was ringing like thunder.

Calling Ye Musen at such a late hour must be something urgent.

Sure enough, the moment Ye Musen answered the phone in the living room, his expression changed instantly.

He responded in a low voice: "Okay, I'll go to the hospital right away."

Hearing the word "hospital", Li Xingyan walked to Ye Musen's side and asked, "What happened, do you want me to go with you?"

Ye Musen touched his head with his big hand, and said, "It's okay, you wait for me at home."

Li Xingyan stood in the living room, watching Ye Musen hurriedly changed his clothes, took the car keys, and left in a hasty pace.

There seemed to be the lingering sound of the door panel shaking in the quiet living room, and he sat on the sofa in a daze.

Ye Musen's black Rolls-Royce broke through the night and drove quickly towards the Provincial People's Hospital.

When he got to the hospital and got on the elevator, the first person he saw was his father Ye Qimao.

Ye Qimao was on the phone in the corridor, he seemed to sense it, turned around, and met Ye Musen's eyes just in time.