It's not just one or two o'clock that He Xiran is cruel.

Su An didn't know where he was wrong, and he just planned to keep silent so as not to make him angry. After He Xiran led him into the house, he poured a glass of ice water and said, "What's wrong?"

"..." Su An was really confused, "I'm not wrong."

As expected, He Xiran handed Su An a glass of water.

Midsummer was sweltering and irritable, Su An's cheeks were reddened a few degrees, but they were translucent white. He took the water and drank it silently.

Su An has changed a lot now compared to the youthfulness when we first met. His brows and eyes seemed to be watered, beautiful and fragrant, the young man was slender, handsome and youthful, besides the lingering spring, he was much more silent and sad than before.

People can tell by looking at him that he has a lot of teenage worries, and this kind of change not only makes people feel distressed, but also makes people's evil thoughts arise, and wants to make him full of worries and be filled with beautiful things in bed, don't Think about others, only about yourself.

He Xiran's eyes made Cheng Su'an feel very scared, and the speed of his eyes shaking became much faster. After He Xiran waited for him to drink the water, he asked patiently, "Are you hungry?"

Su An trembled, feeling that his state was wrong, "I'm not hungry."

"Then come take a shower." He Xiran rolled up his sleeves, and circled up three times on the left and right sides, "You happened to touch other dirty things."

"?" Su An was confused.

He wanted to say that he didn't touch anything dirty, but He Xiran walked to the bathroom, Su An hurriedly said, "I can do it myself."

Now when he sees this bathroom, he loves and is afraid at the same time, and he can't help showing a look of horror. One can imagine how ecstasy the first experience here is.

He Xiran had already started filling the bathtub with water, "Come here."

Su An was stripped naked by him and placed in the bathtub. He Xiran bent over to pick up things. Compared with Su An, his shirt and vest were still neat, as if he could leave for a meeting at any time.

"He Xiran," the child in the bathtub hugged himself tremblingly, "what are you doing?"

"You're dirty." He Xiran finally picked out a shower gel with a fragrant smell, and fished Su An's arm out of the water. The creamy orange lotion was squeezed out in a long straight line, "Need to be washed well."

Su An: "???"

So where the **** am I?

Dare to say that I am dirty, I am a very good man, I will write it down for you in a small book.

Su An's body was covered with foam. He Xiran took his time, carefully not letting go of a corner, kneading and sliding his fingers down, and when every skin on Su An's body was washed clean, he Use gentle movements to flush away the lather, introduce new water, and do it all over again.

The pale and elegant pair of "worth ten thousand gold" hands showed no trace of impatience, and repeated the same movement. Su An's skin became redder and redder under the hot water and scrubbing, and finally felt a little tingling.

Su An avoided his hand, "It's been washed!"

He Xiran looked focused, like a maintenance worker repairing machinery in a factory. If it wasn't for the bulge under him, Su An really thought that she was no longer attractive in his eyes.

He Xiran injected new water again, and washed Su An leisurely for the fourth time, "No."

Cheng Su'an sobbed: "You are too much," raised his slender arms in front of him, "It's obviously been washed clean."

He Xiran: "It's still dirty."

He didn't know how many times he was washed. When Su An was carried back to the bedroom, his skin was bloodshot red, and his breath was scalding hot. He wrapped his arms loosely on He Xiran's back, slipped down several times due to weakness, and was lifted by He Xiran to put it away again.

Su An unconsciously leaned against He Xiran to absorb the air-conditioning on his body. He Xiran hugged him and sat down, comforting him with his hands on his back, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Su An whimpered.

He Xiran touched the back of his neck and combed his dripping hair, "Cheng Suan, when you follow me, don't touch other men."

Su An suddenly remembered that time at the door of the school's music classroom, he also easily broke the piano playing, and told Su An to be good to me. It's really from the beginning to the end, and the possessiveness gradually emerges.

Unable to bear a chill, Su An buried in He Xiran's neck and let out a "woo" in response.

He Xiran: "Huh?"

"I didn't touch it," Su An felt aggrieved, "I didn't touch anyone else."

"You touched it." He Xiran passed his long finger through Su An's hair, touched his forehead, and sighed, "You still don't know what's wrong."

Su An was taken aback, and touched his forehead. He seemed to be leaning on his classmate's back before?

He Xiran's cold kiss fell on Su An's ear, "Pick up the bathrobe, uncle will teach you a lesson."

Su An: "..."

So why put it on just now.

Su An lay on the bed for a whole day, and lived the life of a young master who was always hugged when he opened his mouth to go to the toilet. After getting out of bed the next day, he saw a dozen tutors standing in the living room who had come to apply for the job.

He Xiran was sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed. His black hair seemed to grow a little longer, with the ends covering his neck, and the hair on his forehead was curly and elegant, like a thin and charming gentleman in a film and television drama.

The tutors in front of him chatted nervously with him one by one. He Xiran nodded occasionally, but most of the time he was picky and indifferent, directly rejecting the applicants.

It was exactly the same as when Su An first met him.

The corners of Su An's eyes twitched, the sound of footsteps increased, and he asked as if he hadn't woken up: "Uncle, who are they?"

The people in the living room looked at him, He Xiran waved, Su An obediently walked to his side, and was dragged into his arms by him.

Several tutors stared blankly, and stabilized their expressions in time.

"They are the teachers they found for you." He Xiran kissed Su An on the top of the head, and said slowly, "I will teach you directly at home from now on."

Su An was dazed, knowing that resisting He Xiran would only go too far, so she said softly, "Uncle, I don't want to have classes at home."

Why did He Xiran have the same idea as Shen Changxiu? Do old men want to turn people into canaries when they talk about love?

He Xiran was more ruthless than Shen Changxiu, as if he didn't hear Su An's words, he pointed at the three people, "You stay here, and the class will start today."

The three tutors brought the materials with them, and they responded, "Okay, Mr. He, we are going to prepare now."

Su An was dumbfounded, he couldn't help tugging at He Xiran's sleeve behind him, "Uncle."

Anxiously, "I—"

He Xiran patted Su An and asked him to eat, "You still have an hour to rest."

Su An stayed for a while, "The school?"

"I've been on leave," He Xiran came from behind, "You just need to stay here before the college entrance examination."

Su An: "..." The smile was forced.

There are many rooms in the villa, He Xiran even called a few servants. The blackboard is clean and the sun is shining brightly. They are sitting on a sofa and a large desk, with fruit and milk on hand.

The treatment was much better than in school. Su An lowered her head and clasped her fingers, responding to the teacher's interaction with silence.

The tutor He Xiran hired was not simple. Seeing that Su An ignored him, he could continue talking with a smile on his face.

In the evening, the tutor packed up his things, went to the studio to find He Xiran, and said euphemistically: "Mr. He, Cheng seems to be very repulsed by the way of teaching at home."

He Xiran was drawing a portrait, with her thumb and forefinger holding the pen obliquely from below, dealing with the most graceful and beautiful haze of lace gauze, "If he doesn't like it, then change it."

The tutor was taken aback, feeling that he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, "Sorry, you mean?"

He Xiran put down the pencil, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the smoke sprayed onto the painting, and the lace dress on the portrait was full of fairy air, "You don't come here tomorrow."

The servant invited the governess out of the house, and three other teachers were replaced the next day. Su An was surprised, and slowly sat down in his seat.

Today's three teachers are more careful and attentive than yesterday's three. The lectures are extremely interesting. Su An's ears are pricked up, and she just relies on her strong willpower to pretend that "I am uncomfortable, I am negative, and I don't want to listen to the lectures".

For several days in a row, Su An was like this. The days when he could only move around in the villa made his beautiful eyes more and more lifeless, and the freshness of his body gradually disappeared. When he was acting as a model for He Xiran, He Xiran held up the pen and couldn't put down his hand for a long time.

Until this night, He Xiran threw Su An a long lace dress and gave Su An a choice, "Put it on, and I will take you to sketch tomorrow."

Su An's eyes lit up, "Go out?"

He Xiran: "Yes."

Su An didn't hesitate at all, and was about to take off his short sleeves. He Xiran held his hand and sighed, "Change it tomorrow."

"Okay," Su An nodded immediately, then hesitated for a while, put his arms around He Xiran's neck, rubbed his cheek against him, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, you are so kind."

He Xiran responded again, wrapping his arms around his waist, and couldn't help showing a slight smile on his face that had been expressionless for several days.

The next day was sunny, He Xiran was sitting in the driver's seat, Su An was wearing a lace dress and sitting in the co-pilot.

He Xiran's painting tools were placed in the trunk, and the only circled sketch was placed in the back seat. Su An opened it and saw the golden sunlight shining on the face of the person in the painting through the car window. Su An whispered "Ah", "This?"

The person in the painting is him, wearing a lace gauze dress and sitting in the grass, smiling brightly against the background of blue sky and white clouds. The picture is very vivid, at first glance it looks like a girl, but with a flexible body and flat chest, it is clearly a boy.

Su An clutched the hem of her skirt, blushing silently.

He Xiran glanced at him sideways, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Su An."

Su An obediently stepped forward to hug him and kissed the mouth, looked at the man's expression, carefully stuck out her tongue, tremblingly slipped into He Xiran's lips.

With 30 seconds left on the red light, He Xiran calmly let Su An take the initiative, but the inexperienced child didn't know what to do, and licked it like eating ice cream, and hurried past.

He Xiran's hand gently lifted the skirt, Su An's eyelids twitched, and he pressed his hand suddenly, "Uncle, the green light is on."

He Xiran withdrew his hand regretfully, finally took a bite on the blood vessel in Su An's neck, stepped on the accelerator and left.

When getting out of the car, Su An put on a wide sun hat properly, lowered her head and was led by He Xiran to the park.

The dress on his body reached the floor, and there was a wig around the hat. He looked like a tall girl and didn't attract much attention.

Su An accompanied He Xiran to sketch for three hours. When it was almost noon, Su An blushed and whispered, "Uncle, I want to go to the toilet."

He Xiran raised her eyes to look at him, Su An ran over to hug him, took the initiative to kiss him, and gave him a sweet kiss, "Uncle, I'll go and come back quickly, it only takes ten minutes."

"Eight minutes," He Xiran raised his watch to look at the time, "but you only have six minutes to go back and forth."

After finishing speaking, he held down Su An's neck, and kissed it sullenly and fiercely for a full two minutes. When he let go of Su An, Su An's wig was already disheveled, and the water in his eyes was seductive.

He Xiran said hoarsely: "Go."

"Okay," Su An smiled at him shyly, and said softly, "Goodbye, uncle."