Rebirth of the film and television superstar

The suffocating pleasure came, Ling Haotian couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted, "Bian Hui, um, ha, Bian Hui, ah, Bian Hui, Bian Hui, ah——!"

His mind was blank, and the mirror was stained with white turbidity. Ling Haotian's legs were weak, and he fell forward on the large and gorgeous sink.

"Is it comfortable?" Bian Hui put the bathrobe on the sink to prevent Ling Haotian from being chilled by the marble table top.

"Yeah!" Ling Haotian lay on the bathrobe, let out a lazy hum, looked at Bian Hui's little brother who was still standing, and asked, "Why didn't you do it?"

There was a touch of tenderness on Bian Hui's face, "I'm afraid you're going to be cold. You've just been comfortable. It's not good to touch things that are too cold, and it will affect your next feeling."

Ling Haotian reached out and touched the marble outside the bathrobe, "It's been heated by hot water for a long time, it's not very cold, you come here."

Bian Hui bent down, separated Ling Haotian's knees with his hands, and kissed Ling Haotian's inner thigh lightly, "Are you inviting me?"

"Now, do you have a little bit of temptation for me?" After finishing speaking, the body rushed into it.

"what--!"

Ling Haotian let out a low cry, and wrapped his legs around Bian Hui's bear waist.

Bian Hui, whether we are separated or together in the future, I will always remember that when I was most helpless, you were the first to extend warm hands to me...

Ling Haotian closed his eyes, hugged Bian Hui's neck with both hands, his body swayed with Bian Hui's enthusiasm.

After a long time, when Bian Hui let out a low growl and fell on Ling Haotian's body, Ling Haotian said in a barely audible voice, "There is..."

The next morning, Ling Haotian woke up. Last night, Bian Hui was very gentle. He was released only once, and he was let go. He was not as demanding as he said.

Ling Haotian stood up, put on his clothes slowly, looked at the large hickey marks on his chest and inner thighs in the mirror, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Why would you suck and bite him as if you wanted to devour him when you obviously didn't want him to leave any traces.

Putting on his pants and tie, the marks on Ling Haotian's body were finally completely invisible.

It seems that Bian Hui's understanding of traces is different from that of normal people. In his opinion, as long as the traces can be blocked by clothes, they are not called traces.

Ling Haotian looked back at Bian Hui who was still sleeping, and walked lightly to the bed.

The man in front of him paved a broad road for him. With a soft expression, Ling Haotian lowered his head on Bian Hui's chin that had just grown a stubble, kissed it lightly, then turned around, picked up his luggage, and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Bian Hui opened his eyes, stroked his chin lightly with his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Haotian walked to the dining room, looked at the breakfast on the table and stopped.

Aunt Li looked at Ling Haotian and said, "Mr. Ling, the young master told you yesterday that today's breakfast time will be brought forward. Do you want to eat now, or wait for the young master to get up and eat together?"

"Eat now, I'm leaving soon." Ling Haotian put down his luggage, sat down, picked up a bun, and took a bite.

"Well, the skin is thin and the stuffing is big, good craftsmanship." Ling Haotian raised his head and smiled at Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li smiled and said to Ling Haotian, "Where is it, Mr. Ling's craftsmanship is good, unlike me, he can only make such a few things. It's rare that the young master has not gotten tired of eating for more than ten years."