On the bone

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Mu Mingyi held his wrists together behind him with one hand, it wouldn't be too tight, but Ning Huiran felt like he was handcuffed and couldn't move, Mu Mingyi's other hand penetrated the hair on the back of his head, Scalp pain.

The mouth that was bitten was violent and impulsive, with a primitive ruthlessness, Ning Huiran couldn't stand Mu Mingyi like this the most, he really wanted to hug Mu Mingyi, but he couldn't get rid of the shackles created by this person behind his back.

I can't feel the pain in my wrist, it's not that Mu Mingyi is exerting force, it's because his body is too soft

Mu Mingyi was very heavy, and his bite was even heavier. Ning Hui then pressed his back heavily on the bed, his mouth was sore and numb. When he realized that this person was going to treat him like this, he instinctively started to struggle, even if it was just a little Mu Mingyi seemed to be provoked by such an insignificant little movement. Soon, Ning Huiran crossed his wrists and was pressed on top of his head, pressing against a fluffy pillow.

"Don't fall."

Among the many "tortures" that Ning Huiran thought of and did not expect, this one can be regarded as the pinnacle. Before he was bitten to the foot, it was really placed on the top of his head and on his hands, except that the edge of the pillow was too much. A hand-shaped wet print.

He couldn't be bitten, not at all.

When Ning Huiran pulled back, the pillow fell off one by one.

Not only that, but at the same time he retracted his feet in panic, he also pushed Mu Mingyi's face, which was pushed to one side. Ning Hui didn't dare to be too hard, but he was not sure how to act when his foot was suddenly eaten Is there anything out of control.

With drooping eyelashes, Mu Mingyi turned his face back slightly, and his eyes fell on the pillow on the ground, where the scratched wrinkles and faint sweat marks were still there.

Ning Huiran's breathing became heavy and he swallowed hard. He didn't dare to move his eyes, and stared at Mu Mingyi without blinking.

Then, he felt his foot being caressed, very light and soft, afraid that it would run away if he touched it a little harder, from the toes, the instep to the ankle, suddenly, Mu Mingyi yanked it violently.

The moment he fell down, Ning Huiran was dumbfounded, and his body froze completely.

The other ankle fell into the man's hands so easily, and both sides exerted strength together. He was so fragile, lying flat on the bed without defense, and let a huge monster stand beside him, covered by a tall shadow.

The man turned his back to the light, looked down at him, and slowly unbuttoned the knots of his pajama pants with his hands.

The pajama pants are not elastic waistbands. A thin rope is worn in the waistband of the trousers, which seems to be deliberately provocative. The movement of pulling is extremely slow, and the trouser rope can be seen crawling over the waist little by little. , and finally entrenched in the hands of men.

Ning Huiran was uncontrollably heaving his chest and panting heavily. Mu Mingyi's jaw line was clean and beautiful. When he raised his head slightly, his neck would become more slender, revealing a perfectly curved Adam's apple. Opening his mouth, his appearance is extremely sexy, and now this expression is mixed with a smile that is not a smile...

Ning Huiran rolled his Adam's apple, he only felt that his panting became more intense.....

...

Eyelashes moved, Ning Huiran felt that he was very wet, and accidentally licked the accumulated water from Mu Mingyi's neck into his mouth, it was a little hot and sweet, he thought it would be salty, after all, the two of them had So much sweat.

Ning Huiran's brain was not very clear all the time, and he couldn't remember most of the time. He could feel that he had soaked in hot water, and the temperature in the bathroom had never been so high, which made his head dizzy and breathless. Also a bit difficult.

He lay on Mu Mingyi's body. To be more specific, his arms went around the man's neck, and his jaw was firmly stuck behind his shoulders to resist the buoyancy of the water in the bathtub.

If he didn't, he'd slide down—he'd run out of strength.

When Mu Mingyi washed him, his movements were very gentle, and his hands were so soft, much better than when he was subjected to 'torture' at that time. In addition, his hands were lubricated and wrapped in a sweet shower gel, which made the feeling even more wonderful. up.

Ning Huiran's whole body seemed to be torn apart, limp and weak. He vaguely remembered that his wrists tied together by trouser strings were in pain. He had felt a burning sensation before. He moved his fingers and barely lifted one of his arms to look at it. , he was surprised to find that there were no traces!

Lift the other one out of the water, clean as well.

"Why didn't it become popular?" Fortunately, he was still worried that someone with sharp eyes would see something tomorrow, causing unnecessary gossip and gossiping eyes.

"I won't be red if I tie it up." Ning Huiran's water-soaked hair was still fluffy. Mu Mingyi rubbed off the milky foam, and slid his hands along Ning Huiran's smooth back along with the foam.

Ning Huiran, who was lying on Mu Mingyi's body, moved, took another mouthful of warm water from Mu Mingyi's ear, and bit the man's earlobe with his mouth in his mouth, threatening and begging: "Stop playing with my feet, okay? "

"That's no good, your feet are so funny, I haven't seen them like this before." The young Mu Mingyi laughed heartily, showing his white teeth, and looking carefully, there seemed to be a small tiger tooth tip on one side.

This kind of laughter is rare in Mu Mingyi, but it is commonplace for Cheng Xinhai, who loves to laugh.

I can't tell exactly what kind of feeling it is, but Ning Huiran suddenly thinks very much about Cheng Xinhai, that Cheng Xinhai in the grocery store in the afterglow of the setting sun, the one who smiled at Xia Pei outside the elevator door, Hugging Xia Pei by the garden of the villa to simulate the takeoff and landing of an airplane...

"Brother Yi, I seem to be in love with Cheng Xinhai."

Ning Huiran said this out of nowhere.

Mu Mingyi glanced at him, and his eyelashes drooped heavily with drops of water, and he refused to wash them: "Then what about me?"

Ning Huiran hugged him and smiled, and pinched Mu Mingyi's little face, thinking how cute this man was, he was so jealous that he was so ingenious, when he raised his hand, water splashed onto this man's mouth, and Mu Mingyi spat Water, throw Ning Huiran's restless paws into the water, with a plop: "Get up and wash if you can move. If you lie on your stomach like this, I can't wash in front of you."

"Are you really angry?"

Ning Huiran clicked his tongue, put his knees against the bottom of the tank, supported his hands, and turned around neatly by using buoyancy, from lying down to lying down, and after finding a comfortable position for both of them on Mu Mingyi, he patted his chest and let him continue.

The soft and dense water is sprayed from the nozzle to the front of the chest, and the temperature has been adjusted down, making it more comfortable and skin-friendly, but no matter how you fiddle with it, the water flow will never be as comfortable as Mu Mingyi's hand, and the force is also appropriate. Soft when it should be soft, Be strong when it should be strong... Ning Huiran squinted his eyes enjoying himself, and played with the bubbles floating on the water from time to time, but somehow, such meticulous service and such perfect sentiment made Ning Huiran feel a kind of feeling in his heart. An indescribable sadness.

He was indeed thinking about whether to say it or not, but he finally asked: "The one named Ah Ai, the one Jiang Yuhan mentioned, was "Kissing Summer" filmed and given to him?"

Mu Mingyi let out a "huh" without hesitation.

Ning Huiran slapped the water with his hands and asked after a while, "Male or female?"

"male."

"Where is he?"

"Overseas." Mu Mingyi coughed lightly.

"how old is he?"

"Not much."

"School and work?"

"Not good."

Ning Huiran turned his head and stared at Mu Mingyi covetously: "What's your relationship with him?"

Mu Mingyi didn't answer, and bowed his head to kiss Ning Huiran, obviously feeling that Ning Huiran was uncooperative, and clenched his teeth tightly so he wouldn't let him in. Mu Mingyi licked his mouth and asked, "Have you tasted it?"

The other party didn't hide it, and said, "Yes, I'm going to die."

"It's my private matter, it has nothing to do with us." Seeing that Ning Huiran still had a straight face, Mu Mingyi turned around and continued to argue with his mouth.

After absent-mindedly kissing for a while, Ning Huiran lowered his head and moved his mouth: "Really?"

"Really." Mu Mingyi nodded sincerely.

Mu Mingyi kissed him again, but Ning Hui remained indifferent, half closed his eyelashes, raised his thin eyelids to look at him, and then again, and then again...

"Dear or watch?"

Silently, Ning Huiran uttered a voice: "Dear."

Mu Mingyi smiled and covered his mouth.

Before the shower gel was rinsed off, Ning Huiran's eyelids began to fill with lead, and he couldn't lift them up. He couldn't tell whether it was caused by the high temperature in the bathroom, or because the love was too intoxicating, his brain was groggy, and the drowsiness piled up rapidly.

Mu Mingyi carried him out of the bathtub, stood up and rinsed him again with the nozzle, and after making sure it was clean, he lifted him up from under his buttocks and shook him like he was hugging a three-year-old baby.

He walked out of the bathroom barefoot, stretched out his long arms as he passed the clothes hanger, and pulled a large bath towel to cover Ning Huiran's head.

"If Wu Jianzhong looks for you again, you must let me know."

When he heard this sentence, Ning Huiran already had a feeling of being far away, as if the sound was transmitted thousands of miles away. He straightened his back, shook his head vigorously, and tried his best to fight against the drowsiness.

"I'm afraid...he will affect you," Ning Huiran mumbled, and tightly wrapped his arms around Mu Mingyi's neck: "Isn't it...you want to take...movies...with him?"

"You think too much, this is not what you should think about." Maybe the tone was not too cold, but Ning Huiran sounded almost blunt and forced.

"Brother Yi... Domineering!" Bite out the most powerful words with the last sliver of sobriety, Ning Huiran then completely withered, pouted apologetically: "Brother, I'm going to hibernate."

"I see."

When talking, Mu Mingyi was already standing beside the big bed in the bedroom, he put Ning Huiran down very carefully, the boy babbled and babbled, which was the standard action in a sleepy state.

Couldn't hold back his smile, chuckled twice, Mu Mingyi pulled out the wet bath towel that was pressed under him, covered Ning Huiran with a quilt, smoothed the four corners, and heard the slight snoring sound on the bed, Mu Mingyi lowered his head head, mouth to his forehead.

"Good dream." He said softly.

After putting on his clothes, he pressed down the brim of his hat. Mu Mingyi glanced at his watch. There were still two hours before going to work. After changing his slippers, he opened the door and left.