Chapter 106
bathroom.
Bo Tingyuan pushed the chair to the side of the bathtub, raised his hand and motioned Wen Cishu to sit down.
Seeing that he took it seriously, Wen Cishu simply picked up a collection of poems from the shelf before sitting down.
Bo Tingyuan was quite considerate and turned to adjust the light of the ceiling lamp until it reached the optimal brightness for reading.
Wen Cishu heard the subtle sound of him undressing, but his face remained calm. His dark eyes looked at the French poems on the pages of the book, with a serious look on his face.
In the end, I didn't read a single word.
When Bo Tingyuan unbuttoned his black shirt and turned around, Wen Cishu's gaze quickly swept across his back and narrow waist like a bird flying over the lake.
I don’t know if it’s because of the way Bo Tingyuan raised his arms, or because he really has an excellent body, but the muscles on his back look strong yet not abrupt.
When he turned back, Wen Cishu pretended to be nonchalant and said, "This chair is really uncomfortable for my back. I'd better leave."
Bo Tingyuan held down her shoulder with his palm and rubbed it.
"I'll get a pillow and sit down."
"oh."
Wen Cishu raised an eyebrow at the book, raised the corner of his mouth and tried to hold back a smile. When he walked out, he quickly lifted the book to cover the lower half of his face, and quietly observed his back with his eyebrows and eyes.
Little did he know that the mirrors and walls in the bathroom had reflections, and his movements were immediately caught in the peripheral vision of Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Tingyuan smiled faintly, went to the living room and got a soft pillow to put behind his waist. "Feel better?"
"Well, it's okay." Wen Cishu moved, adjusting to the fullness of the pillow, holding the poetry collection in both hands, and slowly recited the poems.
His French pronunciation may be a little awkward, but his voice is clear and has the flavor of a young poet pouring out his emotions.
This sound was intertwined with the sound of water flowing in the bathtub. Bo Tingyuan took off his trousers and stepped into the bathtub.
Wen Cishu took a quick glance and saw two extremely long legs. His eyes moved upwards inch by inch...
Until I noticed Bo Tingyuan was standing there without moving.
"Uh..." Wen Cishu lifted the book to cover his face, "Boss Bo is going to take a standing bath? How fresh is that?"
The book was pulled away bit by bit, revealing his flushed face and a pair of bright and handsome eyes.
Wen Cishu glanced away and then quickly closed his eyes.
As a result, my chin was gently pinched by a hand.
He raised his hand and pushed him: "Hey, just soak if you want, why are you trying to do that?"
Bo Tingyuan asked: "Don't you want to watch it anymore?"
"What's so good about it? I look at it every day, and touch it every day." Wen Cishu lowered his eyes and muttered, "I don't like to touch it, but some people force me to touch it. I'm tired of it. It's boring."
He took off the bamboo bracelet from his wrist and put it back one by one like a rosary.
Bo Tingyuan sat in the bathtub with his neck resting on the headrest, flipping through the poetry collection, and felt particularly happy when he listened to his jokes.
"Do you get bored so easily?"
"Of course not."
Wen Cishu became more eloquent, mainly because he saw that he was lying in the bathtub and would not get up to catch himself, so he spoke particularly shamelessly. "I'm not you, who rubs, pinches and kneads me every day whenever he gets the chance."
He sighed, leaned back against the pillows, and draped his long legs over the edge of the tub. "If you don't know me, I would think you are a master of bone-touching, specializing in fortune-telling."
After saying this, he raised his head lazily and wantonly, and laughed to himself, as if he was also impressed by his own eloquence.
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyelids slightly and looked at him, with a hint of smile hidden in the depths of his green eyes.
She placed her hand on his ankle and rubbed it.
“It’s started again.”
Wen Cishu laughed so hard that his body trembled, and his long hair fell over his shoulders.
Bo Tingyuan: "Come in and take a bath together."
Wen Cishu looked up at the sky and refused bluntly: "No, I can't bear it."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan retracted his gaze and looked at the poetry collection in his right hand. In silence, his left hand slowly moved up along Wen Cishu's calf, pushing up the trouser leg with the back of his hand until it reached his knee.
The warm fingertips rubbed against the slightly cool skin, bringing waves of ripples of itchiness.
In silence, Wen Cishu quietly stared at the hand.
The broad back of the hand, with slightly protruding blue veins and distinct joints, is inexplicably sexy.
As his hand moved upwards, Wen Cishu narrowed his eyes slightly and his breathing slowed down.
As soon as he got home, he changed out of his going-out shirt and trousers and wore loose home pants that were easily pushed up to his thighs.
Just when Wen Cishu thought he was going to do something, his hand slid down her slender legs again.
Bo Tingyuan's stroking movements were as gentle as stroking the strings of a harp, playing lingering music in Wen Cishu's heart.
Wen Cishu tilted his neck slightly, the light was too bright, making his vision blurred.
The hand he placed in front of him was pulled over and placed on Bo Tingyuan's lips.
A gentle kiss on the palm.
His fingertips slowly slid down along the jaw, neck, collarbone, brushed across the solid chest, and finally sank into the water. After touching something, he immediately lifted up, making a splashing sound.
The two looked at each other suddenly.
Wen Cishu's eyes widened, and he saw the situation in the water clearly.
This time, Bo Tingyuan didn't say anything, but stood up directly, pulled him up, and undressed him.
The wet liquid flowed down the body and splashed into the bathtub, performing a variation of desire.
Their eyes met, and the damp air was like mist, clouding their eyes.
Wen Cishu thought he was going to kiss her, so she moved her lips, but he just took off the bracelet on her wrist and put it aside, then took off her clothes and carried her into the bathtub.
In the transparent water without the bath ball, everything is clear.
Wen Cishu sat in front of him and thought: He is going to ask me to take a bath with him? !
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his round shoulders.
The skin is so soft that it seems like you could squeeze out juice.
He was reluctant to use force and bent down to touch the wet skin.
Wen Cishu moved his shoulders: "No kissing."
Bo Tingyuan held his waist and leaned back against his chest. His palm moved from the waist up, across his chest and then fell to his lips.
"Well, you're tired, I know."
Wen Cishu: "..."
It's too much to use his own words to stop him.
Bo Tingyuan considerately took a clean towel, soaked it and wiped him.
The towel is soft, but it will inevitably rub your skin red.
It's like a red mark on snow-white silk, fascinating.
Bo Tingyuan kissed him behind the ear and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I do it myself?"
“…”
Wen Cishu turned his head away in shame, muttering, "Why...are you asking me this? To show respect?"
Bo Tingyuan smiled lightly: "Well, I respect you."
Wen Cishu snorted softly and wanted to read it again.
He suddenly climbed onto the edge of the bathtub, got up from his arms, and moved to the other end of the bathtub to lean against it, wondering whether to laugh or not: "Then you start."
Although he was mentally prepared, when Bo Tingyuan's green eyes stared at him while he was doing this, it still brought an extremely strong impact both physically and psychologically.
The water in the bathtub seemed to be floating and becoming boiling hot, causing Wen Cishu's skin temperature to rise instantly.
Intellectually, he knew he should politely avert his gaze.
But in the face of desire, how many people can talk about rationality?
Wen Cishu's lips were so dry that smoke seemed to be coming out of them, and he bit his lower lip tightly.
The skin exposed above the water was white and rosy from the heat, and her cheeks were also abnormally flushed.
This appearance, in turn, stimulated Bo Tingyuan's senses and heart.
Wen Cishu unintentionally added fuel to the fire.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Bo Tingyuan raised his head. The veins on the sides of his neck bulged as he gritted his teeth, and his thick Adam's apple rolled forcefully. A dull and suppressed voice came from his throat.
Wen Cishu finally didn't finish reading. He closed his eyes quickly and breathed shortly.
"Not watching anymore?"
Bo Tingyuan's voice was hoarse, and he raised his hand to turn on the switch to change the bathtub water.
Wen Cishu turned his face away and said in a muffled voice: "It doesn't relieve my fatigue at all. I'm so tired."
Bo Tingyuan smiled faintly, pulled him into his arms, and kissed the soft lips that he had bitten for a long time.
"Why are you so tired if you don't move?"
“I am tired.”
Wen Cishu hugged his shoulders, suddenly feeling a little aggrieved, "You don't even kiss me, you only care about yourself..."
Bo Tingyuan kissed his lips: "Did you just say no to kissing?"
"Uh... is that so?" Wen Cishu avoided his gaze, then immediately said confidently, "No!"
He poked his face childishly, "Is this compensation?"
Bo Tingyuan waited for the water to be changed, then quickly wiped it with a towel: "It can only be counted as interest."
"Ah? How does this become loan sharking?"
Wen Cishu was furious, "Usury is against the law."
Bo Tingyuan held him up and asked, "How many years will he be sentenced to?"
Wen Cishu smiled, hugged his shoulders and kissed him: "Life imprisonment."
After drying, they got on the bed and hugged each other. He held her wrist at the waist and pulled it up: "Master of Bone Touching, where are you touching now?"
Bo Tingyuan smiled faintly and kissed him.
The two of them hugged each other as if they were in love. Wen Cishu panted and deliberately twisted and rubbed in his arms until he responded, and then laughed to himself.
Bo Tingyuan pulled his hand and pressed it on the pillow, then covered him up: "It seems you are not tired enough?"
Wen Cishu's moist and tender tongue quickly swept across his lower lip: "Who told you to do that in front of me just now... I don't have that kind of self-control."
I have no way to vent the heat in my body and I just want to do something.
Bo Tingyuan leaned over and kissed him, then put his right hand between his fingers. His ambiguous voice contained an obvious hint: "Take off the ring."
Wen Cishu asked back softly: "Are you...are you still okay?"
Just as I asked, my lips were sucked hard, slightly painful, and I mumbled, "Got it."
Under Bo Tingyuan's deep gaze, Wen Cishu took off his wedding ring and held it in his palm, vaguely looking forward to what was about to happen.
He was too embarrassed to look him in the eye and closed his eyes tightly, not realizing how fragile and vulnerable he looked.
Bo Tingyuan's fingers just brushed against him, and he began to tremble and his face flushed.
…
Bo Tingyuan was indeed afraid that he would get tired, so he held him in his arms and sat on the edge of the bed, letting him sit on his lap with his back to him.
I placed my left palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but stretch his arms back to try to hug him, but he couldn't help but arch his thin waist, and the feeling of soreness and swelling followed him like a shadow.
The two legs hung down, with the toes barely touching the ground, rubbing the fluff on the carpet with the movement.
This was Bo Tingyuan's third time today, and his movements were not violent. He was extremely gentle and considerate.
In the long and bone-chilling entanglement, Wen Cishu softened into a ball of cotton and floated lightly into the clouds.
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