The fact that He An had been single for a long time made Zheng Feiyu happy all afternoon, but what he didn't expect was that this unexpected good news also awakened the sleeping demon in his subconscious. Omega's seductive and fragile solitary, like a fat and juicy but unprepared lamb, caused itching of hungry macarons.

At midnight that day, something happened to the inn.

Chapter 57

Zheng Feiyu had a dream.

It's hot, messy, and dirty.

When he came to Luojing, he dreamed almost every night. In the first ten days or so, it was probably because of the hope in the heart that the dreams were mostly beautiful.

He An came home with him in their dreams. They lived in a house with clear sunlight, where the walls were white, the courtyard was green, and the head was covered by rolling flowers. There was a glass greenhouse at the corner of the flowers.

He An would sleep on his leg in the morning, and when he woke up, he yawned lazily, stretched out a forearm from the sleeves of the loose pajamas, and climbed his neck. The tip of his hair brushed his cheeks, soft like a feather without weight.

Omega whispered in his ear, making his neck tickle, and then his thin skin was pinched by two tiger teeth.

"Bite you." He An laughed.

Their lilies of the valley have also grown up. The four- and five-year-old dolls are so cute as a sun flower. Born again, he caught the unreasonable baby Alpha in the kindergarten and hit him. He wasn't afraid to be afraid. Only when he was sitting on the dad's arm, did he appear ashamed.

Zheng Feiyu gave them the best love and got the best feedback.

The kitchen in the dream has rice fragrance, and the living room has children's laughter. At late night, there are two shadows on the bedroom wall illuminated by the bedside lamp.

At that time, Zheng Feiyu woke up every morning, stepped out of the second-floor room, and looked at He An, the toddler Lily of the Valley in the courtyard of the inn, and all felt happy.

Even if the dream has not come true, it is still waiting in the future.

But slowly, the dream changed.

He is thirsty.

The reality is disappointing. He Anming is so gentle, but like a piece of copper pea that is not steamed or cooked, he refuses to forgive him. The road in front of him is thousands of times longer than he thought.

How to do it?

The body was lonely for too long, the pheromone was restless, and the shallow kisses of dragonflies in the dream circulated back and forth, gradually becoming dull.

Like a traveler who lost his bag, he could still see the scenery along the way at first, but then severely lacked water, leaving him with only growing pain: thirst. I'm thirsty all the time, I lose my dignity, I want water, lakes, even a drop of rain. In front of desire, the beautiful scenery is just a scribbled scene.

There was a fire in his throat that made him sleepless.

We are already so close, we can go further, right?

What you want too, baby, I know, what you want too.

So, when He An was in the kitchen mixing dough and preparing a dumpling for dinner, Zheng Feiyu embraced him from the back, and his fingers penetrated into the clothes, with a bit of unbearable lust, stroking the warm delicate Skin.

however……

He An escaped without a trace.

He hid himself, like a shadow under the scorching sun, disappeared completely, and Ren Zhengfei did not show up when he called.

Zheng Feiyu thought that he was too frivolous, and annoyed He An. He tried to change his bed to please him, but no matter how romantic he created the atmosphere, candles, incense, roses, champagne ... the result was exactly the same. Later, He An in the dream could even understand his eyes. With four eyes facing each other, only a bit of desire was revealed, and the clear figure immediately turned into a dust and disappeared without a trace.

During that time, Zheng Feiyu always couldn't sleep at dawn, and often woke up in the early morning. The whole population was dry and grilled on the stove.

He drank three glasses of water in one breath, and then sat down on the bed with his fingers deep into his hair, pulling his scalp firmly.

Still thirsty in my heart.

Crazy.

Looking down on the railing, He An ’s window was dark and nothing could be seen, but Zheng Feiyu knew that the source of life-saving water was there, cool, sweet, and tempted him to make another mistake—in the daytime he could control himself, but in After dreaming, the spirit was relaxed, and the desire to be bound was waiting for opportunity to urge him to violate He An.

The two rooms are not more than ten meters apart.

He dared not imagine the consequences.