Host, You're Targeted

"Don't go. We're all here." Yan Huai in the barrel to adjust good posture, "help me massage."

When she reached the edge of the bucket, she knelt beside the wooden bucket.

He is not the first time to see Yan Huai like this, now he will not be shy at all.

Well, he's so big. What have you never seen?

The first affectation is OK, the second time is to do it.

Yan Huai still thought that he could still see the red Tingyuan, but what he didn't expect was that his expression was more calm than he was.

If you ask him to massage, you can massage him. If you ask him to wipe his body, he will do anything.

Not shy?

It doesn't take long for Yan Huai to take a bath. Without saying hello to Tingyuan, he gets up directly from the bucket and pulls the towel out of Tingyuan's hand.

"All right." Yan Huai himself wiped the body, "you also go to the bath, after bathing come back."

Just as the court yuan has been squatting also squat numb, he put on a good coat for Yan Huai and put his hand back.

"Well! That childe, I'm gone

Tingyuan hopped out of the room and went back to his room to bathe.

Almost a quarter of an hour later, he came back, and Yanhuai was already sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair on.

Tingyuan walked through the screen between the bed and the main hall, and saw that the gauze curtain in front of Yan Huai's bed had been put down to one side.

With a book in his hand, Yan Huai leaned on the head of the bed. His black hair was not lifted up as usual, all scattered behind him.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Yan Huai doesn't wear a coat. He only wears an inner garment.

The collar of the lining is slightly open, and the lines of texture are indistinct.

After Tingyuan had just dressed him, he had no more clothes on.

"Young master." Tingyuan stood by the screen and did not dare to go in without Yan Huai's permission.

Yan Huai put down the book in his hand and looked up at him.

Beside the bed was a lamp lit by a fox fire, which made this side very bright.

I don't know if it's because I just had a bath. Yan Huai's whole person looks lazy and quite a bit dissolute.

Tut.

Tingyuan bit his teeth.

It's a little sexy. I want to

"Come here." Yan Huai put the book on the cupboard at the head of the bed, and the sleeve on his wrist slid down with the action of raising his hand, revealing a section of white arm, and then he could see deeper place.

How long has it been since I saw him? Where is the abstinence and apathy of Yan Huai?

Court yuan lowers head to go to Yan Huai side, this also too desire? Hormonal invasion!

Tingyuan raised his feet to the bed and stood in front of Yan Huai.

"Young master, do you want to write something so late?" Tingyuan naively thought that Yan Huai wanted him to sharpen his ink. "It's so late, or don't write it. Tomorrow..."

"Who said I wanted you to sharpen the ink?" Yan Huai pinched the wrist of court yuan and pulled him to his side.

Ting yuan didn't understand how dangerous it was to go to a man's room in the middle of the night.

"Then you Ah

Court yuan just said two words, Yan Huai pushed him to the bed.

Tingyuan is pressed on the bed. Yanhuai sits on his side and looks down at him. His black hair slides down from Yanhuai's shoulder and spreads on his shoulder.

Yanhuai took down the objects that tied his hair behind his head.

Two people's hair is wrapped together, Tingyuan's hair color is obviously a little lighter.

"Court yuan." Yan Huai gently stroked his face side, "I suddenly remembered that you haven't warmed my bed for a long time."