Xingyu Street

Duan Xuyan got out of the car first, carried the person in the passenger seat out, and walked into the living room through the door next to the garage.

When Mo Xiaoyu's body was put on the soft sofa, the expression on his face was still a bit dazed. Duan Xuyan turned around and went to turn on the light in the living room. At this time, the sun had already set and the room was a little dark.

After all the lights in the living room were on, Duan Xuyan walked two steps away from Mo Xiaoyu and stopped, looking down at Mo Xiaoyu tenderly, "If Xiaoyu doesn't want to, Xuyan won't force it."

Mo Xiaoyu blinked slowly, changed from lying on the sofa to kneeling on the sofa, and stretched out her hand towards Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan didn't need him to work hard to reach him, so when he saw him stretching out his hand, he reached out to hold him, and walked two steps forward to Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu opened his arms and hugged his waist tightly, looking up at him with a small face, "Xiao Yu didn't miss it, Xiao Yu wanted Xu Yan to be comfortable."

Duan Xuyan smiled, and touched his ear with his left hand, "Does Xiaoyu know how to make Xuyan comfortable?"

Mo Xiaoyu felt that it might be the same as what Duan Xuyan did to him just now, "Touch it?"

Duan Xuyan shook his head, "That may not work."

Mo Xiaoyu was a little distressed, looking at Duan Xuyan as if asking: What should I do then?

Duan Xuyan held his face in both hands, and pressed his forehead to forehead, nose to nose, whispering, "Xuyan wants to take off...Xiao Yu's clothes..."

Mo Xiaoyu nodded and hummed, and started to take off without saying a word.

Duan Xuyan held his hand dumbfounded, "Wait for the light rain, don't worry, let Xuyan come."

As soon as Mo Xiaoyu heard it, he obediently stopped, waiting for Duan Xuyan to take it off for him.

Duan Xuyan's movements of touching his face were as gentle as touching something fragile, and even his deliberate and slow breathing could feel how much he cherished Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu stared straight at Duan Xuyan, without dodging or retreating for a second, he didn't seem to know what it means to be shy, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, he was honest and straightforward.

Duan Xuyan sat on the sofa, hugged Mo Xiaoyu on his lap so that he could feel it, and asked softly: "Do you know why?

Mo Xiaoyu shook his head, in fact he didn't even know why he did this.

Duan Xuyan told him patiently, "This is a physical reaction that only people who like each other will have. It's normal. Xiaoyu likes Xuyan, right?"

Mo Xiaoyu nodded, "Yes, I like it the most."

"So Xiaoyu wants to kiss Xuyan, right?"

"Yes, I still want to hold Xuyan." Mo Xiaoyu leaned forward into Duan Xuyan's arms after speaking, with a happy and satisfied expression like a cat that just woke up.

Duan Xuyan touched his soft hair with a faint fragrance, "Xuyan too, Xuyan likes Xiaoyu the most, but Xuyan is very greedy and wants to do more things."

Mo Xiaoyu looked puzzled and didn't quite understand.

Duan Xuyan caressed his cheek affectionately, "Only true liking and love can give the body the ultimate pleasure, this is not possible with anyone... Xuyan will teach you in the future, now Xiaoyu will kiss Xuyan again."

Mo Xiaoyu tilted her head and pressed Duan Xuyan's lips.

An hour later, Mo Xiaoyu was lying on the sofa with ambiguous red marks on his neck and chest.

Duan Xuyan randomly picked up a shirt from the ground and put it on

, exposing a firm chest and well-defined abdominal muscles, squatting on the edge of the sofa and wiping the sofa with a wet towel,

Mo Xiaoyu fiddled with him, looked at his eyes as if there was a thin layer of mist, opened her red lips, and softly called Duan Xuyan's name, every few seconds.

Duan Xuyan answered patiently, every time he called, he answered once, but Mo Xiaoyu just yelled and didn't say anything else, as if he just thought it was fun to call him by his name.

"Xiaoyu is hungry, do you want to take a bath first or eat first?"

Mo Xiaoyu thought for a while, "Hungry, eat first."

Duan Xuyan hummed, bent down to pick up the suit jacket that was thrown on the ground, and put it on Mo Xiaoyu's body, "Xiaoyu wait a minute, Xuyan will cook now."

Mo Xiaoyu hugged Duan Xuyan's suit jacket, and giggled inexplicably happily. He was in a good mood as if he was flying above the clouds. The sofa in the living room was as spacious as a small bed, and Duan Xuyan's jacket was rolled around twice without falling off. , if he had a tail, he should be wagging happily at this time.

When Duan Xuyan finished cooking and came out, Mo Xiaoyu was lying on the sofa humming, Duan Xuyan didn't hear what he was humming, presumably he hummed casually for himself.

Duan Xuyan walked to the sofa, hugged Mo Xiaoyu with his suit jacket, and walked towards the table where the food was set, "What is Xiaoyu singing?"

"Sing "Little Rain Song""

"Is it Xiao Yu's own song?"

"Yes~"

"Can you sing it for Xu Yan?"

Mo Xiaoyu hugged Duan Xuyan's neck and dangled her two dangling legs. She said she was singing but in fact she was humming without a single word. "Little Rain Song" was quite short, and she finished humming in less than a minute.

Duan Xuyan put him on the chair, "It's really nice."

Mo Xiaoyu happily held Duan Xuyan's hand, "Xiaoyu sings to Xuyan, and keeps singing."

"Sing for a lifetime?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't quite understand what a lifetime meant.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Duan Xuyan explained softly, "I'll sing to Xuyan even if Xiaoyu becomes a grandfather in my life."

"Grandpa Xiaoyu? Grandpa Xuyan?"

"Well, we have all become grandpas for a lifetime."

Mo Xiaoyu nodded, "Okay, sing for the rest of your life."