On the way back to He Xiran's villa, Su An was still concentrating on how to get Cheng Suqing out of Shen's house at first, but gradually her thoughts turned a corner, and she began to blush.

He leaned against the window, thinking wildly. No matter how boldly he said before that he didn't care, in fact, this was the first time Su An planned to have **** with someone else.

Hope the first experience is better.

He Xiran's villa was empty, there was no one on the first floor, Su An changed his shoes, "Is anyone there?"

He bent down to arrange the shoes, his voice echoed in the living room, alone, Su An walked upstairs and heard the sound of water in the bathroom. There was a blurred figure in the frosted glass, and Su An knew it was He Xiran at a glance, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, man, in such a hurry, I started washing before I came back?

Seeing the glass door and listening to the sound of water, Su An was inexplicably scared when he came to the front. He stepped back two steps unconsciously, froze in place for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran towards the door.

The slippers were trampled on so fast, he didn't want to sleep anymore, he was really a little scared.

His hand had already touched the doorknob, a pair of arms stretched out behind him suddenly and pulled Su An into his arms, his thin white fingers fell off the doorknob weakly.

The falling wrist was caught by the other hand, Su An's pupils shrunk, water dripped from the top of his head, and the clothes on his back were soaked by the stuck chest, "Wait—"

Pale hands covered his mouth, and he was carried into the bathroom.

…

A powerless hand was suddenly imprinted on the steaming glass door.

"..." Cries of pain mixed with forbearance, "Slow down..."

It was day and night, and the time could not be distinguished in the drowsy villa. The sun seemed to be setting and then rising, Su An was drowsy, his arms were clenched from behind, and two bright red marks had already been drawn.

As the smell of smoke approached and then went away, Su An's voice was already hoarse, and he could not speak a word while whimpering.

A large and gorgeous tattoo floated and swam on He Xiran's body. Su An wanted to escape, but he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back to the original place.

Su An: "!"

It was like a little animal struggling before dying, but He Xiran showed no mercy and became more ferocious instead. He is usually restrained in everything he does, including smoking, but this time he completely forgot the words "click to the end". He was blinded by the people under him for self-discipline and rationality, and fell into the abyss and couldn't get out.

Su An curled up, he lowered his head, and sniffed lightly on Su An's neck, the light blue blood vessels were in front of his eyes, flowing faster than ever.

Su An was about to cry.

This is completely different from what he thought. Isn't He Xiran obsessive-compulsive disorder, isn't he addicted to cigarettes? Does he take a break to smoke a cigarette?

What about his intense self-control? !

Su An didn't know how long it had passed, only that she fell asleep halfway through. When he woke up again, He Xiran's shadow was still covering him.

This time I really cried.

Fuck it, dog man.

For three whole days, Su An didn't step on the ground. He was weak all over, and only the porridge and water that He Xiran fed him at a fixed time could provide him with nutrition. He couldn't hold back and scolded He Xiran hoarsely, scolding He Xiran from head to toe.

He Xiran didn't speak, but just returned it with actions. The great painter never opened his mouth to speak coquettishly on the bed, and was even very silent. is this okay? It's not good at all, because he put all his energy on how to torment Su An, not to mention just doing it, pointing at him, causing Su An's whole body to tremble when he touched him, and in just three days, he was almost dumb.

After three days, Su An finally put on his clothes tremblingly.

He Xiran took him out for dinner in the afternoon. It was a five-star hotel with an excellent location next to the waterscape. Su An smelled the long-lost food aroma and was so moved that he almost shed tears. He wiped his nose tenaciously. It was to stop the curse in his heart for He Xi's impotence.

He cursed this viciously a thousand times in the past three days, but it was useless at all, and He Xiran would only become more and more fierce.

There are musicians playing the piano in the hall, and the melody is gentle. Su An listened to the sound of the music picking up the dishes, but his fingers were still shaking. The dishes were picked up and then slipped down. In the end, the man on the opposite side delivered the dishes he liked to his bowl.

"Thank you, Mr. He," Su An forced a smile, wishing he could scrape off a layer of He Xiran's skin, "You eat too."

The man sitting by the window looked indifferent, but there was a faint satisfaction. He reached out and shook the ashes in the ashtray, "It's all for you."

Su An said "hehe" twice: "Thank you so much."

He Xiran was noncommittal, and slowly took a puff of cigarette.

Su An is very young, her skin is smooth and elastic. In the past, she felt more harmless. After these three days, she is still good, but there is a little greenness that turns to maturity.

The spring love between the eyebrows and eyes is attractive.

He Xiran glanced at him, "Chu Lin was taken away because he wanted to threaten Shen Changxiu."

"You've said it before, one for the other." Su An was not surprised that He Xiran would know about it, and whispered, "Saving Chu Lin will be very beneficial to you. I have definite news from Chu Lin's hand. With Shen Changxiu's handle, he is very likely to know the truth about Miss He's death, and he may have evidence. Don't you want to avenge your sister?"

He kept talking earnestly, for fear that he would be taken away from Shen's house in exchange for falling asleep, "Obviously this matter is also beneficial to you..." It is in line with what you said about the interest-oriented cooperation contract , dog man.

"Shen Changxiu deliberately contacted Chu Lin, and Chu Lin was treated very strictly." He Xiran poured a glass of red wine unhurriedly, "But I released him on bail, and my people will take him to another place for resettlement tomorrow. "

Su An's heart relaxed, and heavy stones fell, but the doubts about He Xiran's identity continued to deepen.

Encyclopedia can only find that He Xiran is a painter. He Xiran is already thirty-seven years old this year, and his background in the painting circle for such a long time should have been stripped clean long ago.

Su An wiped his mouth with a paper towel, nineteen years of age difference, he raised his eyes to look at He Xiran, focusing on the top of He Xiran's head.

Dark hair, pale and handsome face, curly hair mysterious and indifferent.

There is not a single gray hair, and there is no trace left by the years. Is it really... a vampire?

But He Xiran's skin was indeed hot, and so were his lips and tongue. When hugging Su An to fight fiercely, Su An lay on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a minute, 80 beats, which is the frequency of a normal adult man.

Su An also checked a lot of information about this world, focusing on vampires, werewolves, wizards, elves and other fantasy races. As a result, he found an encyclopedia that suggested that he go to the psychiatric department to check his brain.

Therefore, it is preliminarily judged that there are no non-scientific species beyond cognition in this world.

Su An put this suspicion aside for the time being, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, can I ask you one more thing?"

He Xiran narrowed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and swallowed the red wine.

"My sister Cheng Suqing," Su An gritted her teeth, "Can you also take her out of the Shen family."

He Xiran fiddled with the eagle ring on his finger, Su An lowered his head following his movements, the ruby ​​in the eagle's eyes was still shining like that, He Xiran seemed to like this ring very much, even when he went to bed, he never took it off.

"She is Shen Changxiu's future fiancée," He Xi said in a low voice, "If she's not in Shen's house, where else can she be."

Su An pursed her lips and insisted, "Is there really no other way?"

He Xiran paused, "It's difficult."

Su An's heart sank, Cheng Suqing's first love was rescued, but Cheng Suqing himself may not know the news. She was still pregnant with a child, and the expression on that day made Su An feel uneasy. He was afraid that Cheng Suqing would fight Shen Changxiu directly.

But Cheng Su Qingming is Shen Changxiu's girlfriend on the surface, and there is no reason for He Xiran to make a move.

Even so, Su An couldn't give up, even if He Xiran didn't help, he had to find a way by himself, even if he went to fight Shen Changxiu.

The piano changed a tune, and He Xiran said slowly: "But it's not impossible."

Su An was taken aback and looked up at him.

He Xiran looked at him, patted his thigh, "Come here."

Su An subconsciously wanted to say, are you crazy?

Although there is no one around here, but this is a public place, and there are floor-to-ceiling windows next to it, which doesn't mean it won't be seen by people. What's more, here in Suan, he thinks their deal is over.

Everyone returned to their previous relationship.

But He Xiran's expression didn't look like he was joking, Su An almost bit his back teeth, endured the anger that hit his handsome face with a punch, and sat down on He Xiran's lap slowly.

He Xiran separated his legs slightly, and wrapped Su An's waist skillfully with his palms. Cheng Suan's ears turned red, he barely supported the table, and tried his best to straighten his back, "Uncle, uncle, what is your solution?"

He tried his best to lean his back forward so as not to bump into the man behind him, but he only managed to create a curve that was most suitable for his mouth.

He Xiran touched the back of Su An's neck, Su An shrank forward in the cold, and chased after him with his hands, rubbing the blood vessels and Adam's apple like a play.

"Well," Su An snorted, and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, it's so itchy."

As soon as he finished laughing, his lips and teeth were touched.

Su An slapped off the hand of the great painter worth tens of thousands of dollars, embarrassed, "He Xiran, don't do this."

The clapping hand fell on Su An's lap, He Xiran remained motionless, with a calm expression, "Don't do anything?"

"You..." Su An huddled her fingers shyly, and her whole body was very nervous, "You said that there is a way to get my sister away from Shen Changxiu's side."

"Well," He Xiran touched Su An's lips again, "Are you full?"

Su An turned her head to dodge, wanting to get off him, "Since you don't want to talk about it, don't touch your hands casually."

Angrily, she wanted to get off He Xiran, but just as her toes touched the ground, the world was spinning before her eyes, and Su An's head hit He Xiran's chest, and she was hugged in his arms.

Su An was stunned, "What are you doing—"

He raised his head and glared at He Xiran, He Xiran lowered his eyes, and his eyes met. Under Su An's almost unbelievable gaze, the pigeon blood tattoo on He Xiran's neck gradually appeared and deepened.

He was actually excited.