You, teach me how to do things?

Luo Feiluan stayed up all night.

He tossed and turned on the bed, got up and did a few planks and push-ups, but couldn't fall asleep peacefully, which made him more and more irritable.

Luo Feiluan punched the wall with a fist, making a dull sound.

He blamed himself for saying those things to An Qian. Now that it's all right, the relationship between the two of them was not explained clearly, but An Qian was frightened instead.

Unlike Luo Feiluan's situation, An Qian had a good night's sleep. He arrived at Luo Feiluan's house early according to the time, pressed the visitor button, and asked Luo Feiluan to drive the elevator for him.

"Morning," Luo Feiluan stood at the door of the house and waited for An Qian, his eyes were imprinted with signs of exhaustion, even though he was trying hard, he could still see that he was not in good spirits.

"Morning," An Qian nodded, and entered Luo Feiluan's house.

Luo Feiluan spends most of her time filming, and the house is regularly cleaned up by someone, so it looks clean and tidy, but it lacks the taste of home.

"What would you like to drink, soda or tea?"

"Plain water is fine."

An Qian's voice sounded brisk, as if nothing happened yesterday.

Luo Feiluan brought him a glass of water, and made himself a cup of instant coffee.

Just as he drank his first sip of coffee and was about to refresh himself, An Qian talked about what happened yesterday: "About what happened yesterday, I think maybe I was too excited."

Luo Feiluan raised his head and looked at An Qian suspiciously, not knowing what he meant.

"You probably just want to find a friend with benefits, I understand, everyone has physical needs."

"no--"

"It's okay, I will be obedient and won't disturb your career, and you don't need to give me anything."

"An Qian, I didn't mean that!"

"I can learn whatever style you like, but can the time be set during the day, and I have to go home at night, or my mother will worry."

Luo Feiluan found that An Qian couldn't listen to what he said.

An Qian is more like talking to himself, constantly using language to confirm a reality.

He reached out and grabbed An Qian's arm: "An Qian, listen to me!"

The long sleeves of the sweater fell from the wrists and stacked at the elbows, revealing the purple bite marks on the white arms.

An Qian quickly pulled down his sleeve to cover the wound.

"what is this?"

"It's nothing, I just chewed and played by myself, and it didn't hurt very much, it just looked a little scary."

Luo Feiluan let go of An Qian's arm.

He suddenly realized one thing, for An Qian, pain is easier to bear than his own love.

He would rather be a friend with benefits than accept his love.

If this kind of security continues to be allowed to continue——

"An Qian," Luo Feiluan called out his name in a deep voice, "I accept all your requests."

Then be friends with benefits, if that relationship makes it easier for you.

"Just one thing, after making love, you must let me sleep in your arms for more than three hours."

"You can't refuse the gift I gave you, you can't refuse my kiss, I hate the scars on my lover, so you can't hurt your body."

An Qian looked down at the imprint on his arm: "Well, good. I won't do this in the future."

"I took a shower in the morning. Can you go wash it now? You can prepare a change of clothes for me in the future. You can tell me if you have any dietary restrictions."

"From now on?"

"Well, from now on."

An Qian followed his request to take a shower, and when he came out of the bathroom, Luo Feiluan sat on the bed alone in a daze.

Seeing An Qian approaching, Luo Feiluan raised his head, and then stretched out his hand to pull An Qian into his arms.

An Qian resisted a little, and the unbearable memories of the past emerged in his mind one by one, but he didn't want to push away the man he had looked up to for many years.

The two rolled onto the bed, Luo Feiluan reached out and pulled the quilt to cover them.

An Qian's body was as tense as a string, and he was very afraid that if Luo Feiluan really did that to him, he would lose control of his emotions.

But unexpectedly, Luo Feiluan did nothing.

Just hug him and bury your head in the back of his neck.

"Aren't you going to do it?"

An Qian asked in a low voice.

Luo Feiluan yawned: "Brother, I didn't sleep well last night, I don't have the strength."

"Oh," An Qian nodded, completely forgetting how lively Luo Feiluan was when she got up to argue with her today.

Luo Feiluan sniffed his neck: "Brother, which bottle of shower gel do you use?"

"The lemon yellow bottle."

"Oh," Luo Feiluan rubbed An Qian's skin with the tip of his nose, "Why didn't I find that bottle of shower gel so fragrant before?"

"Brother, can you cook?"

"Brother, I'll sleep until 12:30. Remember to call me when the time comes. By the way, can you accompany me to watch a movie at home in the afternoon before walking? I'm so bored by myself."

"elder brother--"

"Are you sleepy or not?"

An Qian was annoyed by his question.

Luo Feiluan then closed her eyes and prepared to catch up on sleep.

He leaned against An Qian's body to catch the breathing frequency of the person in his arms.

In his most difficult moment, it was An Qian's letter that saved him from the impenetrable darkness.

This time, change yourself to heal An Qian.

If for you, ruthless is easier to accept than sentient.

Then, in this name, I will teach you what love and desire are.

Whether you choose me or someone else in the future, I want to use my own hands to bring you into the sun.

To the spring where all things flourish.

While Luo Feiluan and An Qian were struggling to confirm their relationship, Director Ke's movie box office exceeded 10 billion, but the movie is still in theaters, and the subsequent box office will increase.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, this movie is considered a hit, and Xia Yuanling also followed the crew and became a little hit.

Then some promises made by some people should indeed be fulfilled.

Just like-

As soon as Shang Chuan got home from work, Xia Yuanling threw himself into his arms: "Mr. Shang, did you forget something?"

"what?"

"You promised me that if Director Ke's movie becomes popular, you will eat snail noodles."

Shang Chuan raised his eyebrows, he really forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yuanling still remembered.

"Well," Shang Chuan showed embarrassment, he didn't want to fulfill this promise, but he didn't want to break his promise in front of Xia Yuanling.

"However, I think taste is hard to say, and I don't want to force Mr. Shang to eat something you don't like." Xia Yuanling stood with one hand on the table, and hooked Mr. Shang's shirt with his fingertips with the other hand Gap for buttons.

The gap was hooked open, and the flesh color inside could be vaguely seen.

Shang Chuan took a step forward and leaned against the wall against Xia Yuanling: "What do you want to do?"

"Mr. Shang doesn't want to eat snail noodles." Xia Yuanling leaned closer to his ear, "Show me the maid outfit."

Xia Yuanling enthusiastically dragged Shang Chuan back to his room, and took out the maid outfit that he bought a long time ago from his bedroom.He spent a lot of effort to find this oversized maid outfit.

Or the backless one.

Shang Chuan really convinced him, he couldn't figure out what he was pretending in his little head every day.

But it's not bad, it's better than snail noodles.

Sighing, Shang Chuan approached Xia Yuanling, and while he was not paying attention, he picked him up by the waist and took him to his room, then threw him on the bed.

Xia Yuanling propped himself up and sat up. Before he could react, he saw that Shang Chuan had already taken off his shirt and was undoing his belt.

"Mr. Shang? Do you really want to wear it?"

"The clothes are all ready, there is no reason not to wear them," Shang Chuan pulled the belt on the suit pants and threw them on the ground.

The crisp voice always reminded Xia Yuanling of the experience of being spanked several times before.

"Just one thing, let me put on a maid outfit, then—"

"Master, are you ready to be repaired by me?"

After that, of course, I had a good time.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Shang Chuan woke up, and Xia Yuanling stalked him in Chuan's maid costume as soon as he got off work, and he didn't even eat dinner.

My little greedy cat was also hungry, so he got up and put his arms around Shang Chuan's shoulders.

"Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself."

Shang Chuan handed him the phone.

Xia Yuanling took the phone and found that a signature snail noodles had been ordered in the shopping cart.

"Huh? Mr. Shang, what do you mean by that?"

"The maid is pretending to be fun, and I have to admit the bet I made myself."

This made Xia Yuanling somewhat helpless.

"Eat something light, so that you don't get a stomachache sometimes. By the way, eat more protein, so you won't gain weight."

Xia Yuanling pouted, why does Mr. Shang always like to control himself.

But he liked it.

Xia Yuanling clicked on the snail noodles in the shopping cart, and made a note: No sour bamboo shoots!No sour bamboo shoots!No sour bamboo shoots!

So when the snail powder was delivered home, Shang Chuan didn't smell the smell like the toilet was bombed.

He picked up a rice noodle and tasted it, and there was nothing strange except that the chili pepper was a bit pungent.

"It's okay, I think the taste is okay," but Shang Chuan's diet is too light on weekdays, so he felt too salty after two mouthfuls, so he put down his chopsticks, "Why do I feel that the snail noodles you ordered last time didn't smell like this? Woolen cloth?"

"Oh, Mr. Shang, maybe you are used to it."

So the next day, Ms. Mei complained that the food in the company cafeteria was too unpalatable. When Mr. Shang wanted to order some snail noodles, Shang Chuan said: "It's okay, I feel that I can accept the taste now."

Unexpectedly, Mei Shuhan actually ordered one, and it was double sour bamboo shoots.

The smell made Shang Chuan, who entered Ms. Mei's office in the afternoon, almost be suffocated to death.

Ms. Mei said innocently that the snail noodles tasted like this. If you don’t believe me, you can ask other employees in the company.

The other employees are also very innocent, no decent person eats twice as much sour bamboo shoots.

After finding out what was going on, Baidu found that the smell of snail noodles came from sour bamboo shoots, and the snail noodles that Xia Yuanling ordered for himself that day did not contain sour bamboo shoots at all, Shang Chuan immediately went home and repaired his little wife. pause.

Xia Yuanling was bitten on the neck several times, and angrily pushed Mr. Shang away from him.

"I should give you double sour bamboo shoots!"

"No, triple!"