Mom, I'm convinced
When Song Nian called to urge them to go home, Jin Zhou asked Song Shuyang to bite his fingers to avoid making any strange noises, and absent-mindedly replied to Song Nian: "The car broke down halfway and we can't find anyone to fix it."
"Well, it's okay, Aunt Song. I brought Song Shuyang to the hotel and will find someone to repair the car tomorrow."
"Him?"
Jin Zhou put the phone to his ear and looked at him mischievously as he broke down.
"Zi Zi, tell mom what you are doing." He whispered in Song Shuyang's ear.
"Mom..." Song Shuyang tried to make his voice sound normal, "I'm playing games with my brother. Happy New Year."
Jin Zhou underestimated himself and Song Shuyang. He originally thought that three times would be the limit, but he didn't expect that Song Shuyang had such a special physique. He was obviously delicate in every way, but he was very accepting of this kind of thing.
"There are no more condoms." Jin Zhou said distressedly.
He ignored the fact that Song Shuyang was also at the age of full vigor. It was impossible for a 20-year-old boy to restrain himself once he started having sex, especially since he was so compatible with Jin Zhou.
"Two boxes, and they're all gone already?" Song Shuyang was shocked. "How many are in one box?"
"Three."
"We've done this so many times!?" He was in a trance.
"Yes, of course," Jin Zhou listed them all, "twice from the front, once in my arms, once from behind, and twice with you on top. I noticed you particularly like riding me."
Song Shuyang realized it belatedly and started to feel embarrassed. He wrapped himself in the quilt and asked, "What time is it? Are you still coming?"
"Four o'clock, it's still early, come on."
"Isn't there a condom?"
He was expecting Jin Zhou to say that was not necessary, but he turned on his phone and said, "Why not just buy it on your phone? We are modern humans."
"Then why did you insist on making me go to the convenience store to buy it last time?!"
Jin Zhou laughed muffledly, "Your brother is very mean."
Giving away condoms on the first day of the Lunar New Year is quite innovative in the takeout industry.
Fortunately, they were staying in a hotel in the city center, and there was no shortage of riders on New Year's Day, so the package was delivered in half an hour.
Take a break and continue working.
Jin Zhou really didn't expect Song Shuyang to stick with him to the end.
He had been thinking about it and looking forward to it for so many years. At first, he thought it was greedy enough to possess him for a while, but he didn't expect to get an even greater reward.
Song Shuyang half-closed his eyes and yawned, saying, "Let's go to sleep after this."
My waist is sore and I feel sleepy.
Jin Zhou was spoiled and arrogant, "Zi Zi, I still want it."
"Go away, are you a perpetual motion machine?"
"I've been saving it for so long, I want to leave it all to you."
"I really can't do it anymore," Song Shuyang leaned on his shoulder, "I'm going to sleep first, it's up to you."
New Year's Day.
When Song Shuyang opened his eyes, it was already bright outside. He subconsciously leaned towards Jin Zhou. When he felt the smooth touch of their skin, he realized what was happening.
He took a deep breath.
Jin Zhou was still asleep. The oxen plowing the fields must be more tired than the fields themselves. He slept soundly, facing himself against the faint morning light seeping in through the gaps in the curtains. Half of his face was sunken in the soft pillow, and his beautifully shaped thin lips were slightly raised, as if he had had a happy dream.
Song Shuyang's eyes were filled with pink bubbles. She lowered her head and licked the mole under his lip. He hummed in dissatisfaction, and then turned over and continued to sleep with his back to him.
He stopped harassing Jin Zhou and fished his phone out from under his pillow. Sure enough, it was full of missed calls and unanswered messages. Jiang Ying had called two of them, but she hung up after probably realizing what they were doing, leaving a message: [Tell your brother to take it easy.]
Peng Fan also called several people, and finally sent him a message: [Call me back when you have time, I have good news for you, Happy New Year]
Scrolling down further, he saw Guo Zixiu's name and remembered something.
He sent a video call invitation and it was connected quickly. Guo Zixiu opened his mouth to call him, but Song Shuyang quickly made a "hush" gesture.
Seeing the white quilt, the white pillow, and the half of the collarbone faintly exposed, what is there to understand?
Guo Zixiu asked with his eyes.
Song Shuyang nodded calmly, then moved the camera to his side, aiming it at Jin Zhou's broad back.
On the screen, Guo Zixiu exaggeratedly covered his mouth and screamed silently.
After receiving the message, Song Shuyang cut the video into a small window to watch it.
Guo Zixiu: [Isn’t it super exciting?]
Song Shuyang suppressed his lip and typed: [Waistache, backache]
Guo Zixiu: [Ahhhhh, I'm so envious. How many times have you done this?]
Song Shuyang looked down at the packaging bags scattered on the ground.
He was not so shameless and told Guo Zixiu vaguely: [Tossing around all night]
Guo Zixiu collapsed and grabbed his head and hair.
At this time, Jin Zhou woke up, turned around and rubbed his waist in a daze, his voice full of satisfaction and morning hoarseness, "Who are you chatting with, baby?"
Guo Zixiu was caught off guard and came face to face with Jin Zhou.
Jin Zhou smiled politely at him, "I succeeded in getting promoted. You don't stand a chance anymore, Mr. Guo."
Song Shuyang hung up the phone and kicked him in the thigh, "Are you sick? That's all old news."
Jin Zhou didn't get angry either. He clamped his legs together, kissed him on the lips, and asked with great tenderness and lingering affection, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"It's okay, my waist is just a little sore. Let's go home, otherwise my mom will get suspicious."
As soon as he finished saying this, Song Shuyang sat up and found something wrong.
My butt feels like it was run over by a truck, it's sore, numb, painful and swollen.
Jin Zhou also noticed it and asked him, "Do you want to buy some medicine?"
"No need!" Song Shuyang sat up bravely and put on his clothes with his back to him.
The result was that he was limping when he came out of the hotel. He was already famous in the entire Boyue system, and he was with Jin Zhou. Although the front desk clerk had followed professional ethics and restrained himself from looking at him, Song Shuyang still felt like he had a thorn in his back.
He hit Jin Zhou on the back: "It's all your fault."
"Well, it's all my brother's fault." Jin Zhou chuckled.
Song Shuyang got into the car and realized that it wasn't just his buttocks that hurt. He hissed, "I didn't feel anything last night."
Jin Zhou stretched out his hand and rubbed his waist with the base of his palm, his palm almost covering his entire waist.
"Is this better?"
"Not bad," Song Shuyang yawned, leaned back and closed his eyes to rest, "Let's talk about it when we get back. I have to go to my grandma's house to pay New Year's greetings later."
"I'll go for you."
Song Shuyang opened his eyes again and scolded with a smile: "Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, Song Nian really wanted to take Jin Zhou with him, and not only him but also Jin Jia'an. The more Song Shuyang thought about it, the more flustered he became. He tugged at Jin Zhou's clothes and asked, "Did my mother see something?"
Why is it that this year during the Chinese New Year, it seems like she completely treated Jin Zhou as her own son?
Jin Zhou didn't know that he had already come out to Song Nian, and knowing the inside story, he comforted her, "No."
In the car, Song Nian threw a red envelope to each of them. Without thinking too much, the thicker one must be for Jin Zhou.
Song Shuyang protested: "I don't accept it!"
Song Nian retorted: "Sure, if you don't agree, you can cook tonight."
Song Shuyang wilted again.
But he had a backer, so he approached Jin Zhou and shouted with full energy: "Brother, I wish you a happy new year!"
So both red envelopes fell into his hands, and Song Shuyang said to Song Nian in a mean voice, "Mom, I give in."
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