[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Jiang Yuran was originally worried that Shen Yanxu would cheat, but judging from his performance tonight, it seemed that he was just nostalgic for those good times with his mother.

I agreed without thinking too much, but I was a little shy. I grabbed the man's sleeve with my delicate fingertips and tugged lightly: "Well, but, I, can I live in the same room as you?"

"Hahaha……"

Before Shen Qian could answer, Shen Yanxu smiled: "Of course, you are a couple..."

When he said this, the man's body was floating, and he kept following the glistening red wine in the glass, like talking nonsense when he was very drunk, or uttering the truth after drinking.

Shen Qian couldn't see it, and was inexplicably moved: "Father, do you approve of us?"

"Hey,"

Shen Yanxu sighed heavily, reached out and patted Shen Qian's shoulder, cleverly avoiding the answer: "When you get old, you will understand. It's getting late, go to rest early."

Under his leadership, Jiang Yuran helped Shen Qian to the bedroom on the second floor.

Shen Yanxu deliberately explained: "There is no toilet inside, if you want to go to the toilet, go out and turn right, the bathroom is also next to it."

Jiang Yuran hurriedly said: "Okay, thank you uncle, good night uncle, you have worked hard, and you should go to bed earlier!"

Shen Yanxu smiled drunkenly: "It's not hard work, everything is worth it for my son. It's getting late, so I'll go to rest, and you guys go to bed early too."

"Well, good night uncle!"

Jiang Yuran watched Shen Yanxu leave, and was about to close the door, when Shen Yanxu seemed to remember something, turned his head and gave him an ambiguous smile: "The water dispenser is in the living room downstairs."

Jiang Yuran didn't think much, and said a few more polite words before Shen Yanxu left.

Jiang Yuran was a little tired, and wanted to ask Shen Qian if he wanted to take a bath, but when he turned around, he suddenly fell into a warm and generous embrace.

Before he realized what was going on, he was pressed against the door by a huge force, and Shen Qian entangled him with a strong smell of alcohol.

Jiang Yuran didn't like the smell of alcohol, so he couldn't help pushing him: "Go take a shower and brush your teeth first."

"No, kiss first."

The man acted like a child, his breath sprayed on Jiang Yuran's face, and the residual smell of red wine rushed into his nasal cavity, and the skin on it was terribly hot.

Jiang Yuran was a little disgusted, and patiently planted a kiss on his side, "Hey, go take a bath."

"You despise me?"

Shen Qian was very dissatisfied, grabbed the back of his neck and pressed his mouth.

"I do not have."

Jiang Yuran turned his face away, and the man only kissed his side.

This made him inexplicably annoyed, his face turned gloomy, his pale and slender fingertips wrapped around the base of the young man's ears, and he turned to his little face, took the opportunity to have a messy kiss, forcibly pried open his lips and teeth, and violently flipped his tongue.

The smell of red wine accompanied the man's coolness, like a flood breaking a bank, overwhelmingly breaking through the last line of defense in Jiang Yuran's heart.

He hated alcohol and was afraid of alcohol, but in the end he accepted it because of the man in front of him.

That wet eye was covered with a thin layer of mist, and his tense body trembled slightly, but he didn't make any resistance.

Shen Qian kissed him until he couldn't breathe, then reluctantly released him, and pinched his blushing cheek, "Don't mess around tonight, or I'll mess with you."

"Where do I have waves?"

Jiang Yuran was panting with anger, and pushed him away with a blushing face, his mouth was full of the residual smell of red wine.

Shen Qian chuckled softly: "You still say you don't like it? During the day, who took the initiative to say that you want it?"

"I, I am..."

"Do you still want to make excuses?"

"Ignore you, go take a shower by yourself!"

Jiang Yuran ignored him, slipped out of his arms like a fish, and walked towards the bed angrily.

But before he took two steps, the man pulled his arm back again, "Okay, I won't make trouble anymore, take a bath with me."

When the two of them were taking a bath, they almost flared up again, but Shen Qian was afraid that he couldn't take it anymore, so he tried his best to restrain himself.

When they returned to the bedroom, the two men were a little tired, hugging each other and falling asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yuran woke up tormented by intense thirst.

He was a little confused, and pushed Shen Qian, "Water."

In the past, when he was thirsty in the middle of the night, Shen Qian got up in the dark to pour water for him.

But today Shen Qian slept very deeply, Jiang Yuran saw that he had not moved for a long time, and his thirst made him extremely uncomfortable, so he had to get up to find water to drink.

But there was no water in the room at all, and he didn't wake up, and vaguely remembered that Shen Yanxu said that there was a water dispenser in the living room downstairs.

So he barely held his eyelids, and went downstairs as if sleepwalking.

Shen Yanxu's residence is also a villa, the decoration is very luxurious, even in the dead of night, there are still a few charming lamps.

Jiang Yuran soon found the water dispenser in the corner of the living room, as well as some disposable transparent water cups.

He didn't think much, just picked up the water and drank it.

However, after a few sips, there was a slight swallowing sound from behind him!

Because it was midnight, Jiang Yuran could hear it very clearly!

Clear water flows in the transparent plastic cup, and through the clear water, you can see the young boy's small and cute Adam's apple. The moment he heard the sound, he suddenly stopped moving slightly.

Only Shen Qian's loose shirt was hanging on Jiang Yuran's body, a pair of white and delicate long legs were exposed under the hem, the welts on them had not disappeared, like the pink patterns on the top-grade suet jade.

He turned around abruptly, but the buttons of his clothes were not completely fastened, and his large white chest was silently exposed.

One eye was not convenient, and it took him a little effort to see the man hiding in the corner!

Not Shen Yanxu, but Shen Mo!

Shen Mo hid in the shadow of a potted plant in the corner, unable to see his facial expression clearly, but his long and narrow eyes were bloodshot, like a night devil lurking in the depths of darkness!

Jiang Yuran was startled, and knocked over the water glass in his hand in fright. The white shirt was soaked in a large area in an instant, turning into a translucent tulle, which was tightly attached to the slender and white body. Under the shadow of the lamp, it became Even more ambiguous.

Shen Mo's long and narrow eyes flashed with light, like a string of flames that suddenly ignited, driving him crazy.

He let out a quick panting from his throat, and rushed over, grabbed Jiang Yuran's waist, and threw him on the sofa, followed by himself: "Damn, why? You always come to seduce me?"

……

Zhang Yu's residence.

The psychiatrist was soaking in the bathtub, his eyes were still dull, and his whole body was trembling constantly. The shaved head perfectly showed the indistinguishable beauty face, but the pinhole on the head made people feel distressed.

Zhang Yu half squatted next to the bathtub, a strand of red hair fell down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, he rubbed the psychiatrist's cold body over and over again, his voice was hoarse: "Wu Zhide, what did they do to you?" What have you done?"

In the current state of the psychiatrist, it is impossible to answer his question.

Zhang Yu turned on the hot water so hot that he couldn't stand it, but the psychiatrist's body temperature still didn't rise, and his hollow eyes still alternated in color from time to time.

It seemed that as long as he didn't change for a moment, he would turn into a monster like the little girl in red!

Zhang Yu was so distressed that he took him out of the water, and used to wipe his long hair with a towel until the towel was covered, and the smooth and round touch came, and the man calmed down before reacting. His favorite long hair has been shaved off!

"Damn!"

He threw away the towel angrily, lifted his red hair, his eyes were like cold sharp blades, projecting on the psychiatrist's face, "Wu Zhide, how can you let them cut your hair?"

And tricked him with that long hair, almost blowing him to pieces.

It's a pity that the psychiatrist is like a lifeless marionette, who doesn't even have the most basic ability to act except for letting him fiddle with it.

Zhang Yu's face became more and more gloomy. He picked him up and came to the bed, threw him on the bed roughly, raised his arms above his head, and tore off his clothes, revealing a sturdy body.

Like the embodiment of desire, he approached the person on the bed step by step, "Wu Zhide, it doesn't matter, as I said, even if you become a corpse, I still have a thousand ways to play until you react!"

The familiar tearing sensation came, and the psychiatrist's body shook violently, and his pale lips groaned, and finally there was the first source of sound, which was hoarse and deep, and it made people's heart sore.

What he said was: "No, it hurts..."

Zhang Yu was ecstatic.

Not only did he not stop, but he increased his strength, fixed his eyes on the man below him, and almost roared: "Wu Zhide, call me!"

The psychiatrist's lifeless and empty eyes were finally stained with a tinge of painful emotion, and crystal clear physiological tears leaked from the corners of the eyes, and the constantly changing pupil color gradually returned to normal black color.

I don't know whether it was the effect of hearing Zhang Yu's words, or the instinctive reaction of his body. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, leaned his neck back, and opened his mouth: "Ah!!!"

It seemed to be extremely cool, and it seemed to have just been rescued from the brink of death.

"Wu Zhide..."

Zhang Yu passionately and erotically kissed his lips, "You bastard, sure enough, this trick can only work..."

The psychiatrist finally got a clear view of the man's appearance, with a pair of familiar peach blossom eyes on his sharp-edged face, beautiful and frivolous.

For the first time, he felt that this man's face was so good-looking, even though he was rampaging in his body, without any deep-seated tenderness, and even a personality/sadism.

But compared to those monsters, he is still, much, much better.

Tears welled up in the psychiatrist's eyes, and he asked, "Zhang Yu, is that you Zhang Yu?"

Zhang Yu was so startled that his heart sank, and he kissed him fiercely again: "It's me, Wu Zhide, you idiot, you're finally back to normal..."

"You don't even know, I'm going to be scared to death."

"Zhang Yu..."

The psychiatrist was panting violently, his chest heaving violently, his arms hugging Zhang Yu's waist tightly, crying in a mess, calling the man's name over and over again: "Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu, don't leave me, okay? I Scared, they drilled my head with an electric drill, it hurts..."

Zhang Yu was taken aback when he heard that, it turned out that the hole in his head was not made by a pinhole, but by an electric drill!

Six in a row!

Those goddamn bitches!

The usual rough movements have now become tender as water. The scorching kiss carried heavy breaths, sweeping through the soft and wet mouth of the beauty, "Don't leave it. From now on, I will never leave it behind!"