Chapter 54: A Thousand Miles "I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick!"...
The late autumn night was exceptionally chilly. On the cramped bed, two bare-chested and backless bodies pressed tightly together.
Zhao Yan didn't think anything of it at first, as his mind was completely occupied by Wang Dayong's affairs. When the joy passed and his emotions slowly calmed down, he realized that he and Yong Shaolan had been so close to each other.
Behind the soft spine is a firm chest, hard and firm, and the hot breath keeps hitting the back of the neck.
Zhao Yan was originally leaning against Yong Shaolan and letting him wipe his hair.
After realizing that she was being intimate with Yong Shaolan, and thinking that Yong Shaolan was eating so well, she sat up and tried to avoid physical contact with him: "Who is your baby? You parrot!"
All of Zhao Yan's movements were under Yong Shaolan's sight, but Yong Shaolan let go of Zhao Yan, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Now it was Zhao Yan's turn to be dissatisfied, "Why aren't you talking?"
"Can you help me take a look at the wound?" Yong Shaolan frowned and said, "The wound hurt a little when I was carrying water today."
"Ah...?" Zhao Yan lost interest in teasing Yong Shaolan after hearing this. He even moved closer to him and started to pull at his clothes: "Hurry up, let me see what's going on. I haven't paid attention to you for a few days!"
Yong Shaolan removed his open nightgown, revealing his fair, firm male body before Zhao Yan. The wound, bandaged with gauze a few days ago, was indeed faintly bloodstained. Zhao Yan's face wrinkled. "What should I do? Has the wound split open?"
Zhao Yan didn't dare move, gently lifting the gauze. He didn't notice Yong Shaolan slowly approaching, enveloping him once more. When Zhao Yan realized the wound beneath the gauze was not serious, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up, he met Yong Shaolan's fierce gaze. "Are you hurt, baby?"
Zhao Yan crossed his legs and faced Yong Shaolan. As soon as he realized that Yong Shaolan was so close, he wanted to escape again, but Yong Shaolan didn't give him a chance to retreat at all. His strong and powerful body pressed down on him, and his tight chest muscles collided with him like a lifelike doll.
Zhao Yan blinked, his gaze falling on the body emitting extremely strong male hormones. Only then did he realize that Yong Shaolan had done it on purpose, "Oh my god! My eyes are dirty! Who wants to see your pecs? Pervert!!"
"Feel it, baby." Yong Shaolan slid his throat, grabbed Zhao Yan's hand, put it on the waistband of his pants, and then slowly touched it upwards: "Don't you like it?"
The boy's hands gradually grew hot, gliding across his body inch by inch, like some kind of comfort. The feeling of not having his touch eased Yong Shaolan's anxiety: "Baby, I've been very anxious these past few days."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Yong Shaolan forcibly grabbed his hand and pressed it against the firm, hot flesh. Every time he moved, Yong Shaolan frowned and gasped, as if being touched by him was very pleasurable. "What are you anxious about?! I've been trying to coax you about Brother Wang's matter these past few days. You've almost made my tongue numb, and you're still anxious?"
"Let go, let go!" Zhao Yan: "If you don't let go, I'll scream!"
Yong Shaolan frowned, looked up at Zhao Yan, then grabbed his other hand and pressed it against his other chest muscle. He panted softly and said, "I can't accept that there's something else in your heart besides me."
"I want you to only have me in your heart and think about me."
Yong Shaolan grabbed Zhao Yan's wrist and pulled him into his arms. When their soft skin touched, he felt Zhao Yan, his breathing, his heartbeat, and his possession. "Make it up to me. Your mind has been on someone else these past few days."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Zhao Yan's waist was held tightly by Yong Shaolan, and he could only wrap his legs around his waist. His hot and firm chest was pressed tightly against him, which still made him feel a little awkward.
It reminded him of the trainer he used to work part-time at the gym, who would often take photos of himself in front of the mirror wearing white Nike socks.
Gay men seem to like this kind of big muscles.
But I also think that Brother Lan's muscles are much better looking than those built by drinking protein powder, and Brother Lan isn't dark, so he's different from those muscular gay men. Brother Lan wouldn't wear white socks for photo shoots.
That means Brother Lan is not the gay he hates.
Zhao Yan slowly relaxed his body, resting his chin on Yong Shaolan's shoulder. He raised his hand and pinched his abdominal muscles. The tight skin pressed against the tight muscles, feeling smooth. He touched his chest muscles upwards. His chest muscles were a bit large, but holding them with one hand still felt... inexplicably good.
It's quite fun to pinch it.
After pinching for a while, Zhao Yan felt his palm was offended, and his body shook violently!
Grass……
Yong Shaolan pressed his hand against Zhao Yan's forehead, "Do you like to touch it?"
"Ahhhhh, don't touch me!" Zhao Yan pulled his hand back, his eyes fell on Yong Shaolan's chest muscles. Looking at the place he had pinched, he felt dirty again: "I, I, I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, baby." Yong Shaolan licked the boy's lips, holding Zhao Yan's waist with his hands, slowly moving upwards, and repeating the movements Zhao Yan had just made on him. "This is a normal reaction."
Yong Shaolan induced Zhao Yan to look, and their eyes moved downwards, from a slender waist upwards, and finally landed on the slightly bulging part of the boy.
Yong Shaolan slid his throat and said, "Very beautiful."
leave.
Zhao Yan grabbed her clothes and put them on randomly, "What's so beautiful about it? It doesn't look good at all!"
After saying that, Zhao Yan got into bed and turned to face Yong Shaolan, "I'm not going to pay attention to you anymore. Don't talk to me!"
Zhao Yan: "I'm Yuyu!"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Not long after, Zhao Yan heard the sound of Yong Shaolan lying down behind him, and soon the room became quiet, so quiet that the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops outside could be clearly heard.
Zhao Yan leaned sideways, arched his back, and tried his best not to think about what had just happened, but for some reason, his body seemed to be on fire, and the heat kept rushing up to his lower body.
Never before...
She actually responded to Brother Lan!!!
Zhao Yan silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart, but the burning sensation was much more intense than he had imagined. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly calmed down his breathing and fell asleep.
In the dream, two bodies blending seamlessly together were enjoying this endlessly—
Zhao Yan rubbed his eyes and found that it was another him lying on the bed with Yong Shaolan, kissing naked. They were kissing each other passionately. Yong Shaolan's big hands kept wandering over his body, touching and biting him. After kissing for a long time, he pushed his thighs away and said, "Baby, are you ready?"
Zhao Yan wanted to say that he wasn't ready! But it was obvious that he was just watching from the sidelines. The two people on the bed were having a passionate time. Zhao Yan was even sticking out his tongue, his eyes blurred. He hooked his arm around Yong Shaolan's neck and kept pushing his tongue into his mouth: "Husband, come in!"
Zhao Yan was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting to stop her: "No! Hey! I haven't agreed yet!!!"
But the next scene disappeared and turned into a dazzling white light - Zhao Yan thought, it might be because he couldn't imagine the three-dimensional scene of two men having sex.
Zhao Yan opened his eyes and vaguely saw that he was still in the west wing of Wang Dayong's house. He then looked and saw Yong Shaolan lying flat beside him with his pajamas fastened... Fortunately, it was just a dream.
Zhao Yan licked his lips and was about to go back to sleep, but subconsciously clamped his legs together.
The next morning, just after the hour of Yin, before daybreak, the roosters crowed and there were more footsteps in the yard.
Zhao Yan lifted the quilt, looked outside, and found that Yong Shaolan was still sleeping.
Zhao Yan guiltily grabbed a pair of new shorts from the bedside and called out to Yong Shaolan quietly, "Brother Lan?"
The result was naturally that Yong Shaolan did not respond.
Zhao Yan grabbed his pants, took them off with his back to Yong Shaolan, wiped them, and quickly put on new pants.
Zhao Yan was so focused on changing that he didn't notice that Yong Shaolan had already opened his eyes behind him, his gaze fixed on the rustling and twisting back of the young man.
Zhao Yan wasn't particularly athletic, and he didn't enjoy sports. While he didn't have any excess fat, he also didn't have any muscle mass. Other areas of his body were fine, but he had a bit too much flesh on his butt, which would deform when he sat down.
Very sexy ass.
After changing his shorts, Zhao Yan rubbed the dirty shorts, crumpled them into a ball and held them in his hand, wanting to go down and wash them before Yong Shaolan woke up. However, as soon as he turned around, he saw Yong Shaolan had sat up at some point, leaning against him and looking at him quietly.
"...Oh my god?!" Zhao Yan was startled and quickly stuffed his pants into the quilt: "Brother Lan, you...you woke up, why didn't you make any sound?"
"Look, you're getting dressed," Yong Shaolan lifted the quilt, "What's wrong with your pants? Do you want to wash them?"
"No, no, no, no need," Zhao Yan stammered, "Yes... I pay more attention to personal hygiene, so I still need to wash my underwear regularly."
"Yeah." Yong Shaolan nodded: "It needs to be changed every few hours."
Yong Shaolan saw through it but didn't say anything. Instead, he stood up and made room for Zhao Yan to get off the bed: "Go down."
"...Okay," Zhao Yan lowered his head silently, thinking that as long as he wasn't embarrassed, others would be embarrassed. Yong Shaolan is also a man, he will definitely guess what he is doing!
As soon as Zhao Yan's feet touched the ground, he ran out like a top, found a wooden basin, threw his pants into it, and squatted on the ground to rub them.
The autumn morning was so cold, the icy well water soaked Zhao Yan's pants. He rubbed them and sighed...
It’s not the estrus period yet!!!
Isn't this a sign of becoming gay?!
What he was washing was not his underwear, but his straight man's life which was about to pass away!
At this time, Wang Dayong came out of the kitchen and saw Zhao Yan squatting on the ground washing his pants. He was a little surprised: "Brother Zhao, why are you up so early?"
"Ah?" Zhao Yan glanced back and saw that it was Wang Dayong. "Oh, nothing. I couldn't sleep, so I got up to do something."
Wang Dayong was going hunting. He packed the necessary dry food. Before leaving, he remembered what Miss Liu had said to him yesterday, "If you want to be good to someone, you have to say it out loud."
Wang Dayong was silent for a moment, then turned around and called Zhao Yan, "We're still young, so we should be more restrained... Just like today, early to bed and early to rise."
After saying that, Wang Dayong lowered his head and went out hunting without saying a word.
Zhao Yan looked at Wang Dayong in confusion. It took him a while to realize that Wang Dayong misunderstood that he slept until noon every day because he was not restrained at night?
Grass! ! !
Zhao Yan wrung out his pants and walked towards the side room angrily!
Brother Wang is such an honest man, why would he think of this? It must be Yong Shaolan who is stupid!
Zhao Yan walked to the door, and Yong Shaolan just opened it. Seeing Zhao Yan's fierce look, he lifted his chin and pecked him on the lips: "My underwear is dirty too, can you help me wash it?"
Zhao Yan: "You are sick! You are sick!"
After saying that, Zhao Yan put his hands on his hips, pushed Yong Shaolan away, and lay down on the bed!
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