bedroom

Long Yanli placed Qin Zhiluo on the bed and went to the bathroom to run a bath for her.

"Brother" Qin Zhiluo sneaked in and hugged his waist.

Long Yanli narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at her bare feet, and picked her up. "Wait a little longer, it's not ready yet."

Qin Zhiluo's eyes seemed to be veiled by a thin mist, and her head was dizzy. "Happy."

"Why are you happy?" Long Yanli's lips curled up slightly, his eyes full of gentle smile.

He took off all her clothes; her skin was as white as snow, without a single flaw, and had a radiant glow.

Long Yanli's gaze was fixed on her, his pupils dilated slightly, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

He quickly put her in the bathtub. "Baby, want to wash yourself?"

Qin Zhiluo's bathing movements became unusually slow, which made Long Yanli's blood boil.

"Happy," Qin Zhiluo said slowly, taking his hand and placing it on her cheek.

“I’m happy too,” Long Yanli said, patting her head with his other hand and looking at her with affection.

"Shall I help you wash?" Long Yanli's deep eyes gleamed with intense light.

Qin Zhiluo nodded after several seconds.

Long Yanli half-squatted by the bathtub, his hands trembling slightly as he squeezed shower gel onto her body, his hands slowly moving over the woman's back.

Long Yanli pursed his lips slightly, his forehead hair damp with moisture, and his hands were focused on the movements.

Qin Zhiluo's originally fair face was now flushed with a delicate blush, which spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

He picked her up, turned on the shower to rinse off the soap, wrapped her in a blanket, and put her on the bed. Then he immediately turned and rushed into the bathroom.

He strode into the shower and roughly turned on the tap, the icy water instantly soaking him. The water relentlessly assaulted his body, yet he felt no cold; he was about to spontaneously combust.

On the other side

Junlin sat on the bed with a bottle of honey water in his hand, his eyes fixed on the bathroom.

Guandu took off his clothes, revealing a well-defined eight-pack with smooth lines and perfect proportions. It undulated slightly with his movements, exuding power.

He stood under the shower, contemplating their future, and he knew he had fallen for him.

As soon as he came out of Guandu, he saw Junlin on the bed rushing towards him.

"Why did you take so long to shower?" Junlin jumped on him impatiently, hugged his neck and kissed him.

Guandu was only wearing a pair of shorts. They pulled him up a bit, and he sat on the bed with his legs wrapped around their waist.

Junlin's hand wandered over his abs, "Eight-pack."

Guan Du tilted his head slightly, his eyelashes fluttering, "Get down."

"No," Junlin said, her cheeks flushed, ignoring him and continuing to kiss him. She was clearly much bolder now that she was in his presence.

Junlin pushed him down, and he lay on top of him. In the dimly lit room, an ambiguous atmosphere spread freely.

“This earring is very special,” Junlin said, kissing his ear and touching the earring with his hand.

"You like it?" Guandu hugged his waist and let him kiss her.

Junlin's gaze was so intense, it seemed to set Guandu ablaze, filled with endless love and longing.

Junlin lowered his head and kissed his abs, then moved his kisses downwards...

Guandu suddenly lifted him up and kissed his lips. They kissed passionately, their eyes meeting, each seeing only the other, deep affection and longing surging within them.

"Want to do it?" Junlin, his eyes glazed, pulled a T-shirt from under the pillow and stared straight at him.

Guan Du's eyes darted away as he pulled Guan Du into his arms and covered him with a blanket. "We're going out to play tomorrow morning. Will you be able to get up if I make you this morning?"

"I just want to play with you"—King's love is bold and passionate.

Guan Du looked at Jun Lin, his eyes filled with struggle and restraint, but in the end, he couldn't hold back.

Guandu pinned him down, his hand reaching down, and the two pressed tightly together.

Junlin looked up at him, his eyes filled with a hint of infatuation and anticipation.

Guandu turned him over and first tested him with his fingers.

In an instant, a blush spread rapidly from Junlin's cheeks to the tips of his ears, burning hot as if it could ignite the air.

Junlin lowered his head in a panic, his fingers gripping Guandu's thigh tightly, and stammered, "It's a little... itchy."

Guan Du threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter unrestrained and exuberant.

"Don't laugh!" Junlin shouted angrily, slapping Guandu's thigh.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"