Passionate to know

Song Zhiyang always said what he said, and soon found a craftsman to modify Song Yuan according to An Zhi's drawings.Song Yuan's original layout was exquisite, so there was no need to worry too much about it.

Song Zhiyang originally wanted to change Song Yuan to An Yuan, but An Zhi was unwilling. In the end, the two each took a step back and planned Zhiyang Residence, which was quickly replaced.

Of course, An Zhi also has a personality that is consistent. He said he was going back to Jincheng, and he really went back. No matter how hard Song Zhiyang was, he couldn't persuade him to go back.But An Zhi wasn't completely out of anger. First, Jincheng did have some matters that he needed to solve personally. On the other hand, it was rare for him to make Song Zhiyang feel embarrassed, and he thought it was quite good.

Song Zhiyang stayed at home alone for two days, and felt uncomfortable tossing and turning to sleep, so he decided to go to Jincheng himself to arrest him.

An Zhi had just handed over Jincheng's house and packed the tools in the store. He took a step out of the alley and saw Song Zhiyang standing at the alley. His slender figure attracted the passing girls to turn their heads.But he didn't pay attention to anyone, just stared at the alley, until he saw An Zhi's figure, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"An Zhi." Song Zhiyang stepped forward a few steps, and hugged him in front of passers-by, "I miss you, come back with me."

An Zhi suddenly felt warm in his heart, as if blown by some warm wind, no matter how hard his thoughts were, they were melted away.It's just that even though he thought so in his heart, he still refused to make Song Zhiyang too proud.He slapped Song Zhiyang's shoulder lightly and said uncomfortably, "Isn't the company very busy, why did you run out?"

Song Zhiyang pursed his lips: "That's because you refused to accompany me."

An Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Then if I don't go back, will you stay here forever?"

Song Zhiyang seemed to be seriously considering An Zhi's words, and then smiled: "It's a good idea."

An Zhi almost wanted to roll his eyes at him, but when he saw Song Zhiyang deliberately put on that affectionate look, as if he would die if he didn't agree, he could only sigh: "Then go back .”

Song Zhiyang obviously didn't expect An Zhi to agree so decisively, he froze for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the smile on his face became very bright. An Zhi slapped his face with a palm.

"When you go back, you sleep on the floor."

After An Zhi finished speaking, he got into the car, leaving Song Zhiyang alone in a mess.

Oh, this little guy, why are you still angry?

……

Of course, with Song Zhiyang's personality, it is impossible to really sleep on the ground. Everyone has been tricked into coming to the house, and it would be too shameful to keep him from getting close.

It's just that An Zhi works too hard, so Song Zhiyang sometimes has to take some extreme measures, otherwise he always goes home and refuses to spend more time with him.

Song Zhiyang had just taken a shower, his hair was still dripping, and when he came out and saw the empty bedroom, he knew that An Zhi must be drawing pictures in the study.

As soon as the door of the study was opened, An Zhi sneezed crisply.

An Zhi rubbed his nose, and the other hand that was painting refused to stop.

"Ill?" Song Zhiyang walked to An Zhi's side.

"It's just a little itchy all of a sudden."

Song Zhiyang looked at him, he remembered that An Zhi seemed to be wearing very thin clothes last night.

"You like to be brave." He frowned slightly and said worriedly.

"No." An Zhi avoided his topic and pulled his coat.He found that life with Song Zhiyang became more and more detailed. He seemed to regard him as a glass doll. Whenever there were negligence in life, he would always say a few more words.Song Zhiyang scratched his nose and said nothing.

An Zhi also picked up the towel on the chair, and wanted him to wipe his hair, but saw that his shirt was open, so he reached out to button it for him. When buttoning it, drops of water dripped from Song Zhiyang's hair When it reached the back of his hand, he raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw more drops of water slid down his cheeks, and then dripped down along the sharp outline, wet the clothes on his shoulders, revealing his flesh-colored skin, and then went up , he met Song Zhiyang's deep and dark eyes.

Song Zhiyang stretched out his hand to hold An Zhi.

An Zhi suddenly lowered his head, as if his usual indifference had been broken.He looked at the hand he was holding, and felt that the knuckles of the hand seemed to be ironed, and it was like a kind of burn, which forced him to blush and heartbeat.

"Anzhi, look at me." Song Zhiyang murmured.

Of course An Zhi was embarrassed, and tried to break free from the restraint Song Zhiyang imposed on his wrist, but in vain.He could only adjust his breath slightly so that he would not look too weak.

Song Zhiyang looked at An Zhi's stubbornness with amused expression, and pulled An Zhi's hand without warning. The defenseless An Zhi staggered a few steps forward and crashed into his half-naked arms.Before An Zhi could stand still, someone lifted his jaw, and Song Zhiyang sealed the two lips.

Apart from the shock and stiffness at the beginning, An Zhi still asked for anything, allowing Song Zhiyang to kiss unscrupulously, and even carefully stuck his tongue into his mouth, responding to his demands.Song Zhiyang kissed him tenderly on the forehead, and held An Zhi's neck, so that he could easily take over his uncontrollable movements.

An Zhi has long since lost his composure, and he has no time to care about the half-finished design. He only knows that Song Zhiyang is teasing the tip of his tongue moistly and softly, forcing him to entangle with him.

Song Zhiyang leaned against An Zhi, and An Zhi's lower back lightly hit the table, knocking off the pen on the table.An Zhi could feel the heat wave that invaded every pore when Song Zhiyang's body was pressed against him, trying to burn him.

He had some difficulty breathing, and wanted to push Song Zhiyang out with his hand.

"An Zhi...don't resist..." Song Zhiyang reached out to An Zhi's waist, stroking back and forth: "You will arouse my sense of conquest..."

Song Zhiyang leaned over, and while An Zhi was exclaiming, he lowered his hand along the waistline, not only letting An Zhi clearly feel his longing, but also hearing his panting with great satisfaction.

At this moment, An Zhi was almost sitting on the nanmu table, supporting his body with one elbow, and holding Song Zhiyang's arm with the other hand.

"Don't...don't be here..." An Zhi blushed and bit her lip.

"Okay." Song Zhiyang didn't dare to bully him too much, so he could only pick up An Zhi and go back to the room.

Song Zhiyang, who was back on the bed, was not so easy to talk to. He took off An Zhi's pajamas, and when he was confused, he forcibly broke through his defenses and bonded tightly.

A body that is too familiar does not require many movements, as long as it is the same temperature and the same body, it can make people forget themselves and sink.

They are too accustomed to each other, even if they are a little impatient and not gentle enough, they are still full of lust.An Zhi's cold voice began to groan a little seductively, forbearance and restraint seemed to be forced to helplessness, which naturally shocked Song Zhiyang's rationality that had been strained for a long time.

In the dark room, the movements of opening and closing, the dripping sweat and tears, everything makes people blush.

When the whole room was quiet, An Zhi felt that half of his soul had flown out, and was held in Song Zhiyang's arms in a dazed and tired way.

When An Zhi was about to fall into a drowsy sleep, a cold thing suddenly covered his fingers, making his altar suddenly clear.

An Zhi looked down at his ring finger, and there was actually a jade ring on it. It looked like a very old thing, well cared for, moist and clear.

"This is a ring from our family," Song Zhiyang's gentle voice came from above his head, "My mother sent it back from abroad, wear it, and you will be mine from now on, and I won't let you run away again gone."

An Zhi looked at the ring, his eyes glowed like pearls.He raised his head, and slowly showed a pure, calm and beautiful smile to Song Zhiyang.

"I won't go because you have me locked up."

Song Zhiyang kissed him on the brow, and suddenly thought of the first time he met An Zhi, and thought it was too wonderful for a moment.

"A person must have the sun. An Zhi, you are my sun."

An Zhi shook his head with a smile, and kissed his lips.

"Zhaoyang, you are the sun."

We are each other's sun, so that we can keep each other warm in the dark night and in the cold winter, and then go to spring together.

You don't know until you are passionate, and it is never too late to know and affectionate.

That's not moths to a flame, that's your sunshine.

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