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The evening breeze is gentle and the night is quiet, which is just the right time to relieve lovesickness.

When Sang Qing came home, Tang Yuan was nestling on the sofa closest to the door, reading a book, and when he saw him throwing the book at the door, he rushed over and hugged him.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and all my thoughts are focused on the two hands that tightly hugged Sang Qingshi's waist.

"Mr. Sang, you're back!" Tang Yuan was very excited, but he didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear of being heard by Aunt Xu and Xiao Yezi who were resting upstairs.

"Why don't you wear slippers?" Sang Qingshi lowered his head and frowned, put down the paper bag in his hand, and lifted Tang Yuan up by his buttocks.

Tang Yuan giggled, his legs clamped Sang Qingshi's waist, and his arms wrapped around Sang Qingshi's neck.There is no need to wear slippers if someone is holding it!

Sang Qing was half serious and half pampering, "Have Xiaotangyuan behaved these days?"

According to Sang Qingshi's standards, studying hard, eating well, and sleeping well is called obedient, and Tang Yuan is quite obedient, so he nodded vigorously.

As long as Sang Qing hugs Tang Yuan in this position and cannot kiss his face and mouth, he likes to bite the soft flesh in front of him through his clothes.Tang Yuan didn't have much muscle or fat on his body, only a layer of delicate and smooth juvenile skin, and Sang Qingshi was very addicted.Sometimes Sang Qingshi didn't even think of Tang Yuan's special hobbies, but as long as he fools Tang Yuan into saying these things are normal, Tang Yuan will honestly and pitifully endure being bullied.

Tang Yuan was sore, numb and itchy from being bitten, dodging from left to right and groaning, and got a few bites on his neck and collarbone, thinking that it would be a disaster and he would have to wear a turtleneck sweater to school again tomorrow.The paper bag on the ground at the door was emitting a faint fragrance. He noticed it, and if he met a rescuer, he pointed and shouted: "I want to eat supper!"

Sang Qingshi pulled his hand back, her voice was hoarse, with a little teasing, "You dare to tease me before you come back, and you still want to eat?"

It is true that he wants to eat Tang Yuan.

It's been a month, and Sang Qingshi has only tasted this white glutinous rice ball, and it's almost cooked, and he can speak dirty words, so he can plan a day to eat it back.

Just next month, Tang Yuan just turned 20 after finishing the exam.Sang Qingshi has been looking for gifts recently, planning to give him a car.

"I don't have one..." Tang Yuan was really innocent, he really didn't want to flirt, he just asked.

"Oh." Sang Qing said in a long voice, picked up Tang Yuan and walked to the side hall, until he walked to the black lacquered grand piano that reflected the light.

"Where did you flirt with me just now? Is it here?" As he said that, he was about to put Tang Yuan on the closed piano cover.

"You can't sit on it! This piano is very expensive!" Tang Yuan was startled. The piano teacher said that this is a brand-new German-made Steinway, and ordinary people can buy a suite.But Sang Qing stood in front of him, and he couldn't get off the ground, so he firmly stepped on the piano bench beside him, trying not to put his weight on the piano.

Even if this piano is worthless, he still has feelings after playing it for a few months, and he feels distressed if it is crushed.

When Sang Qing saw that he reacted so strongly, she let it go, stepped back a little and let him stand on the piano bench, then turned him around for some reason, and put him in a kneeling position facing the piano.

All of a sudden, he pouted his buttocks and pointed at the person. Tang Yuan looked back with a red face, raised his hand and lifted the cover of the piano when he saw Sang Qing, opened a page of music and said to him, "Play it for me."

Tang Yuan was puzzled, and looked upstairs, "Will you play well tomorrow? It will disturb Aunt Xu and Xiao Yezi to sleep."

"Their room door is closed, and they won't hear you if you whisper it." Sang Qing was not a fool at the time. The small living room was upstairs with his own bedroom and study room. Auntie and Sang Ye's rooms were on the other side of the corridor, and the house was big. , Sound insulation is also in place.

Right now Tang Yuan huddled his hands and knees on the narrow piano bench, and Sang Qingshi was still pressing his waist, unable to move, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, "Then let me get down first."

He is an entry-level novice, and he can't play the tune well. Could it be that Sang Qingshi wants to check his homework?I was regretting that I was lazy and didn't practice these two days, when I suddenly felt the drawstring on the waist of my trousers loosen.

Tang Yuan realized later, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.This is in a small living room!

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It was already midnight when the two of them finished showering and changed their clothes. Sang Qing put on a pair of house trousers, opened his skirt, and leaned against the door with a clean body, admiring Tang Yuan's heroic way of blowing his hair.

Tang Yuan's hair is slightly longer than that of ordinary boys, and his bangs can cover his eyebrows. He said that he can save money for two haircuts by delaying and cutting for a year.But his hair is very good and smooth, and it doesn't look sloppy when it grows. On the contrary, it looks cute, blowing and shaking it, just like a puppy shaking its fur.

Tang Yuan felt that drying his hair like this would dry his hair faster and save electricity.

When he saw Sang Qing from the corner of his eye, he looked at himself smiling, and when he finished blowing, he put down the hair dryer, scratching the back of his head wondering why he was smiling.

Suddenly his stomach growled, Sang Qingshi looked at Tang Yuan, Tang Yuan looked down at himself, and then remembered that Sang Qingshi had brought food back.

"My supper! At the door!"

Sang Qing was tossing around for nearly two hours, feeling apologetic, feeling that a 20-year-old boy is still growing, and asked while buttoning up his pajamas, "Go downstairs to eat or should I bring it up when it's hot?"

Tang Yuan loves cleanliness, never eats in the bedroom, and says he wants to go downstairs to eat.The two walked to the gate naturally, stared blankly at the same time, and looked at each other.

The kraft paper bag with the logo of the private restaurant was gone, and there was nothing on the ground.