Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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So he was hugged and kissed by the man who was obviously in a better mood.

"Well, you..."

Xue Yu was unprepared, and the rapid kiss like raindrops squeezed out the moisture from his body. The sweet water was swallowed happily. He used his wrist to block the man in a daze. After dozens of seconds, he trembled and shed a few tears.

As for kissing, Xue Yu was not to the point of being unable to bear it and wanted to cry. After all, it didn't hurt the skin directly, at most it would be a little uncomfortable.

But Yan Jueshen was different.

Unlike every man, he had no skills and licked too deep.

Xue Yu didn't dare to bite him, so he was often choked by the mixed water.

A soft, moist and hot tear fell on the man, causing Yan Jueshen to let go for a moment.

Xue Yu quickly pressed his shoulders, frowned in pretending to be angry, and got off his hard thigh: "Who told you to touch me? If it happens again, let's break up."

He turned his back to the man and wiped his face.

He didn't see that the man's narrow eyes were rolling with a suppressed and cold undercurrent.

Yan Jueshen said: "I don't like to hear these words."

Xue Yu was originally a fake partner, and his arrogance was very low, but he was annoyed by the kiss and said without thinking: "Then you should be obedient and don't make me unhappy. There are so many good-looking boys out there, I can find a new one at any time."

"..."

Under this blatant statement of finding a new man, Yan Jueshen tolerated and said humbly: "Okay, I'll be obedient."

The two parties felt completely different after the kiss. Yan Jueshen was still unsatisfied, and the heat in his bones and blood was difficult to calm down, while Xue Yu was breathing uncomfortably.

It seems that he is not strong enough.

He needs to eat something to recover.

Yan Jueshen calmed down, got up and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook something. His steps were slow and cautious, and he looked like a real blind man.

Before he took a few steps, a soft voice called him from behind: "Hey."

Xue Yu restrained his shaking body and looked over at the long table in the bedroom, wanting to get Yan Jueshen away, but he couldn't find a suitable name after the word "Hey".

He recalled the original plot, but he didn't understand Zhuang Xianting's personality traits, so he couldn't guess whether his name for Yan Jueshen was cheesy or boring.

He was afraid of calling the wrong name, so he ignored the name directly. Relying on the man's inability to see, his eyes were almost glued to the table, and his other hand pushed Yan Jueshen gently, "You stink, go take a shower."

The man's spine groove behind him was covered with a soft touch that seemed to have no bones.

Yan Jueshen was as tense as a stone.

He obeyed: "Okay, I'll go take a shower."

Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to wait for the man to enter the bathroom and look up the information, he suddenly remembered something. How does a blind person take a shower?

He raised his eyes with a little fear, fearing that Yan Jueshen might fall or knock over something before entering the bathroom, which would put his life in danger.