What's okay? He's almost done!
Mu Honghui looked at him, wishing that he was the one suffering, but he was a cripple and could do nothing except watch.
"If there's nothing else, just go out first." Zhu Yuanqing said as he was about to lie back down.
Mu Honghui looked at him, his expression changed, and he finally made a decision.
Zhu Yuanqing was relieved when he heard the sound of a wheelchair and the door closing. His hand on the bed was held again.
The hands holding his were clearly warm, but it was like the first rain on long-dry land. A cool breeze came from the place of contact, making people crave more.
He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar person, helpless: "Why are you here again?"
"I'll help you." Mu Honghui's eyes were dark and turbulent.
Zhu Yuanqing couldn't even see his expression clearly, only the rough outline came into view: "Help? How?"
The next second, his unfocused pupils shrank slightly, and he was so shocked by Mu Honghui's actions that he forgot to speak.
Mu Honghui was unable to stand, but he forced himself to lean on the bed and unzipped his pants with both hands.
“Hmm…”
Zhu Yuanqing groaned, raised his chin slightly, his erect Adam's apple rolled up and down rapidly, and a drop of sweat rolled down from the tip of his nose.
Fortunately, he still retained his rationality. He put one hand on Mu Honghui's short black hair and pushed him out.
"Don't……"
Mu Honghui raised his head, put his glasses aside, revealing the slightly red corners of his eyes.
The corners of his mouth were wet, and the emotions buried deep in his eyes were almost overflowing: "Let me do it, okay?"
Zhu Yuanqing's heart was pounding, and the blood in his veins was almost boiling, perhaps from burning or stimulation. He looked at the man at his waist with his distracted eyes, and the subtle throbbing he had felt in the fitting room that day slowly sprouted.
His hands slowly loosened...
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