“Cough… cough cough…”
Zhao Luochuan was startled and quickly reached out to pat his back: "What happened to you? Are you feeling better?"
"I... cough... I'm... fine." Yang Donghu straightened up and patted his chest to calm down. This was too embarrassing.
Yang Donghu's reaction was so intense that Zhao Luochuan's thoughts uncontrollably wandered to other places.
Looking at Yang Donghu's red face from choking, Zhao Luochuan couldn't help but recall the scene yesterday when he blushed and acted coquettishly and called him "Brother Chuan". He couldn't help but feel impulsive and wanted to hear it again.
"Yesterday...we..."
Yang Donghu immediately realized what he wanted to say and covered Zhao Luochuan's mouth: "Stop talking."
In broad daylight, what kind of obscene words are you saying?
Zhao Luochuan wanted to tease him, so he raised his eyebrows with a smile and gently kissed Yang Donghu's palm.
Yang Donghu withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and his exposed skin flushed pink with shyness: "What are you doing?"
Why didn't I see before that this guy was a scoundrel?
Yang Donghu is good at talking, but when it comes to real combat, he is more cowardly than anyone else.
"Donghu." Zhao Luochuan moved closer and whispered Yang Donghu's name in his ear. The breath he exhaled made Yang Donghu's ears red as if they were bleeding.
Yang Donghu closed his eyes tightly and kept backing away as Zhao Luochuan approached. He was forced to the edge of the bed. There was no escape. He couldn't help but reach out to push Zhao Luochuan away, wanting him to stay away: "You're too close."
Zhao Luochuan ignored his pushing and kept lowering his body to carefully smell the scent on Yang Donghu.
"No, someone might see us during the day."
"Dong Hu, I like you to call me like you did yesterday. Call me again so I can hear it, okay?" Zhao Luochuan lowered his head even more.
After Zhao Luochuan's reminder, the sweet "Brother Chuan" he heard yesterday suddenly popped into Yang Donghu's mind. He was so embarrassed that he could hardly speak. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want it."
"Donghu, good Donghu, call me again."
Yang Donghu was at his wit's end, so he lowered his voice and said quickly, "...Brother Chuan."
His voice was too soft and Zhao Luochuan didn't hear clearly, so he begged Yang Donghu to say it again.
Yang Donghu refused to scream no matter what. He took off his shoes, quickly got on the bed, and wrapped himself in the quilt.
The scenes that happened yesterday kept appearing in their minds. After the first time, both of them had gotten used to it and were itching to do it.
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