Rong Junyi pushed the door and entered, and saw a certain teenager who had put down his cell phone and became ill. The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and his dark eyes had an inexplicable arc.

  The sunlight reflected through the glass to reflect the youth's delicate jaw and tightly pressed thin lips. The boy turned his head, his clear eyes looked at the man with a trace of grievance.

  Rong Junyi walked to the boy’s bed, his obsidian-like eyes darkened, his low and soft voice was like a spring breeze in May, and he asked softly, "Is it better?"

  The young man stretched out his hand from the bed, turned over with strength, and trapped him underneath with his body, with a smile on his eyebrows.

  The man frowned. The man was trapped under the boy's body. He pursed his lips. The bandage on the child's abdomen is still entangled and it is not suitable to move too much, but the child still likes to play.

   "Don't make trouble, your wound is still not healed." The man's lazy voice was obviously worried, and his brows frowned.

  The young man was lying on the man, not worrying about the wound in his abdomen at all, his eyes were slightly raised, and he used his finger to gently tap an unspeakable part under the man like a mouse.

  The whole body of the man shook, and an evil fire rushed from a certain part, gradually showing a prairie fire.

  He stared at the young boy’s dark eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, his deep eyes were full of ****, his voice was hoarse and low, with an indescribable charm, "Want to sleep with me?"

There was a sly flash in the teenager's dark eyes, he smiled, and the deliberately lowered voice was a little hoarse, pressed against the man's ear, and exhaled in the man's ear: "I will try to double-click like this, will it become as big as the full screen of the computer? ."

  The man pressed the boy under him with his backhand, his pupils were dark, his thin lips slightly raised, and his dumb voice implied a warning of danger, "Did you try to get the result?"

   "Try it out." The boy's eyebrows were crooked and he smiled very nicely. "Really."

  The man’s eyes were getting darker and darker, but the young man put his lips together unconsciously, his warm lips were attached, and a lingering kiss was exchanged.

  The man was completely hot when he was hooked by the boy, but the boy looked innocent. He blinked and looked at the man, looking like a bunny that was too pure to be pure.

   "What's the matter with you?" The boy flickered with big eyes, "Is it all right? The bathroom is over there."

  The young man looked at the man's back who had fled, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but overflow with deep laughter.

  ……

  When the man took a cold shower, the boy looked at him with smiling eyes.

  The man's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pressed. Those obsidian eyes were staring at the young man's wound. It was obvious that he had just changed the bandage, and the way the bandage was tied was slightly different.

  The boy's dark eyes smiled as always, and the corners of his lips evoked a wicked curve, as if nothing had happened.

  The man’s eyes are gloomy, and his low voice carries the breath of a natural superior: "The wound just opened?"

  The teenager blinked his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, looked extremely innocent, "No!"

  The man laughed angrily, his deep eyes looked at the boy motionlessly, "Really?"

  Shu Cheng touched his nose, knowing that he was seen through by the man, stretched out his hand to hug the man, and said lazy voice floating in the air: "Don't be angry?"

  The man's brows were slightly furrowed, his deep eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed. He pushed the boy's arm away, "You will continue."