It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

"It's okay." Yue Xiao lifted the towel and touched Wen Ai's hair, "Basically it's dry."

"Continue!" Wen Ai put Yue Xiao's hand on his head, "Press me for a while."

Of course, Yue Xiao followed him, took away the towel, pressed his fingertips on his scalp, massaged gently and slowly, and accidentally stroked his forehead and ears from time to time. Without the barrier of the towel, Wen Ai's senses are sharper, the rustle of the hair being milled, the warm and thick palms, just the right strength...

Wen Ai squinted his eyes with enjoyment, and used an extremely relaxed little lazy tone for a while "um~", then "ah~", and occasionally a trembling tone shift. Yue Xiao's breathing became heavy and he asked dumbly: " Still press?"

"Hmm~"

Yue Xiao took a deep breath, moved his hands down, squeezed along Wen Ai's auricle, grabbed his small earlobe, and slowly rubbed it. The white tender flesh was ravaged by rough fingers into various shapes, pitifully free. People can easily arouse **** if they play with it.

Yue Xiao abruptly averted his gaze and lowered his head. Wen Ai's slender neck was unsuspectingly exposed under his eyelids, and the bathrobe hung loosely on his body, revealing a small piece of smooth and delicate back.

Yue Xiao sighed heavily.

Wen Ai was humming and enjoying, suddenly felt that something touched his back, and the itchiness had not passed, and then he took a bit next to him. It wasn't until she felt a scorching sniff that Wen Ai realized that Yue Xiao was kissing him. He was confused and couldn't come out with an open mouth.

At the beginning, Yue Xiao just lightly printed his lips on Wen Ai's skin, until the small piece of back exposed outside the collar was completely printed, and it evolved into sucking Wen Ai's neck, and his hand reached to the front to hold it. Wen Yai's chin.

The computer has entered the screen protection state. Wen Ai saw himself on the pitch-black screen, and traces of affection appeared on his blank face. Every time Yue Xiao's hot and wet tongue licked him, the traces became more obvious. .

Wen Ai looked at the screen and watched Yue Xiao's darker-skinned hand sliding down his neck, stroking his collarbone, and finally pulling down the bathrobe collar, peeling his naked upper body like an egg. Came out.

Wen Ai panted and shouted in a low voice: "Yue, Yue Xiao..."

Yue Xiao took a bite on his sleek shoulder, stopped all movements, and asked in a low voice in his ear: "Baby, I want you, can I?"

Wen Ai closed his eyes shyly: "Go to bed..."

"Okay." Yue Xiao kissed Wen Ai's ear, picked him up and put him on the bed, knelt up, leaned over and kissed his lips, his tongue drove straight forward and the kiss became deeper, and his hands kept rubbing his waist. Pinch, the bathrobe belt won't fall off.

Wen Ai's upper body was naked, and a pair of slender legs were completely exposed. Only the short section held by the belt barely covered his waist and hips. When Yue Xiao stood up and took off his clothes, he saw Wen Ai's bathrobe being exposed with a high slit. A pink and tender round-headed little thing.

Yue Xiao laughed lowly: "Baby, you have a reaction."

"Don't look!" Wen Ai covered Xiao Ai in shame, biting his lip and daring not to look at Yue Xiao.

"It doesn't matter." Yue Xiao opened his hand, staring at the little thing with scorching eyes, "It's so cute."

Wen Ai was trembling with his legs, but Yue Xiao directly leaned down and hugged him.

Wen Ai softened into a pool of water, and Yue Xiao was a drinker, sipping and sucking water constantly, and he had to **** out his soul to finish it.

Not long after, Yue Xiao straightened up, spit out the "water" in his mouth into his hand, and leaned towards the back of Wen Ai.

The room was full of ambiguous sounds, and there was no movement until the latter half of the night.

Yue Xiao was very gentle and caring throughout the whole process. He was a bit inexperienced at the beginning, but he mastered the skills after one pass. In summary, it was just four words-priority.

Wen Ai woke up in the afternoon after sleeping. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yue Xiao sitting on the side of the bed and staring at him unblinkingly. He blushed: "What are you looking at! Who are you deliberately scaring?"

Yue Xiao wrapped him in the quilt and hugged him into his arms, and kissed his cheek indulgently: "Baby."

Wen Ai lowered his head and hid his face under the quilt: "It's numb."

"Really?" Yue Xiao stretched his hand into the quilt, "I feel the numbness."

"No!" Wen Ai twisted his body to hide, but was still scratched and laughed by Yue Xiao, "Itchy, haha, itchy!"

Yue Xiao saw that Wen Ai could move all kinds of movements like a little squirrel. It was estimated that Wen Ai's body would be fine, but he still squeezed Wen Ai's **** and asked, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Wen Ai shook his head.

Yue Xiao was completely relieved: "After the preparations are done, it will not be easy to cause problems. Last night I was worried about lubrication-baby, what's wrong?"

Wen Ai watched him silently, his face full of displeasure.

Yue Xiao asked nervously, "Still uncomfortable?"

Wen Ai asked in anger, "Why do you know so much?"

Yue Xiao was stunned.

"You have such good skills, you must have practiced with others!" Wen Ai stretched out his hand from the fluffy quilt and punched him in the chest, "You were my boyfriend two years ago, you are cheating! "

"I checked it all on the Internet. I did it for the first time yesterday." Yue Xiao couldn't laugh or cry and hugged him tighter. "The baby is not angry. I only want you in this life and I only love you."

Seeing that Wen Ai looked at him suspiciously, Yue Xiao couldn't help but ask: "My technique is so good? So good that you don't believe me anymore?"

"No shame." Thinking back to Yue Xiao's performance last night, Wen Ai blushed, and fell back on the bed, and the whole person was retracted into the quilt, becoming warm in a second.

Because it was the weekend, Wen Ai didn't bother to move back to school. He stuck with Yue Xiao in the room all afternoon, and then squeezed a bed with him at night, the kind of sleeping with a quilt.

When I got up the next morning, Wen Ai took the bathrobe by the bed and put it on, rubbed his eyes and went into the bathroom to wash. When he hugged his waist and washed his face, he heard the door rang, and then there was a familiar sound of footsteps. And near.

Yue Xiao walked over and hugged him from behind: "I bought you a bun, sauced meat."

"You brought it up by yourself." Wen Ai turned around abruptly, buried his face on Yue Xiao's chest, and rubbed the uncleaned water on Yue Xiao's clothes. After finishing the work, he raised his head and raised his mouth proudly. , The tail is up to the sky.

Yue Xiao pinched his face: "Little villain."

A thin T-shirt worn by Yue Xiao, the fabric on his chest wetted tightly against his body, faintly revealing the skin underneath. Wen Ai saw a hideous scar on Yue Xiao's chest, and remembered the uneven hand he touched on Yue Xiao last night, immediately frowned and lifted his T-shirt.

Several scars of various lengths were staggered on Yue Xiao's body, and some gun scars were scattered in some places, one of which was very close to the heart.

Wen Ai pressed his finger on the gun scar and said with a trembling voice: "A little bit more, will I not see you anymore."

Yue Xiao put the T-shirt down to cover his scarred body, and wiped off the hot tears on Wen Ai's face: "Isn't I back here?"

Wen Ai curled his mouth with red eyes, feeling as sad as the injured person himself, Yue Xiao took him into his arms and softly comforted him. The T-shirt was completely wet.

Wen Ai wiped away the tears, grabbed the edge of Yue Xiao's clothes and lifted it up, stretched his head forward, and began to kiss the scars.

"Baby?" Yue Xiao was a little surprised, pulling his ears and gently pulling back, "It's not necessary, it's okay."

Wen Ai hugged his waist without letting go, and licked his tongue along the path of the scar.

Yue Xiao's whole heart was warmed by Wen Ai.

He was mentally prepared the moment he accepted the task, he was not afraid of injury or bleeding, let alone the scars healed. He didn't want these things to affect Wen Ai's mood, but when Wen Ai seriously kissed him, Yue Xiao felt that his life was worth it.

Wen Ai licked all the scars on Yue Xiao's front and back before raising his head: "I feel very distressed for you."

Yue Xiao sighed, "Why don't you care about me again?"

Wen Ai: "What?"

Yue Xiao pushed him with his hardened crotch, "What do you think?"

"What are you—!" Wen Ai loosened his waist and wanted to pull his legs and jumped out, "I'm going to eat buns!"

"Where to run!" Yue Xiao grabbed his arm and pulled it back into his arms, took off the belt on his bathrobe, "Let me taste the bun with baby stuffing."

The little steamed buns were not eaten. Yue Xiao, a man who was fierce and hungry for many years, could barely stop after eating three in a row. When Wen Ai was taken out of the bathroom, he felt that his stuffing had been hollowed out by Yue Xiao, leaving only the outer layer of buns.

The sauced meat buns that Yue Xiao bought were already cold. Yue Xiao said no, but Wen Ai clamored to eat it: "It's almost summer. It's okay to eat something cold."

"No." Yue Xiao simply threw a bag of sauced pork buns into the trash can, "Eating cold oil and cold meat can easily ruin your stomach."

"It's not because of you if it's cold!" Wen Ai slapped aggrievedly, wrapped in a quilt, "You don't feel sorry for me at all. I said I'm hungry and you won't pull it out!"

Yue Xiao's abdomen burst into flames again by his words. He stood by the bed and coaxed: "I am wrong, I apologize, but cold buns can't be eaten, baby is obedient."

"Then you go get me hot." Wen Ai sat up and grabbed the corner of the quilt and looked at him. His mottled hickeys were all exposed, "It has to be sauced meat."

"This time the breakfast stalls are all closed. I'll go to see if there are any bun shops." Yue Xiao bent over and covered him with a quilt, otherwise it was himself who suffered.

Yue Xiao saw a stack of steamers at the entrance of a small restaurant, bought a bag of hot buns, and Wen Ai happily ate them, so he didn't care about it.

Wen Ai pulled Yue Xiao's right hand and looked at his watch: "It's twelve o'clock, I should go back to school. There are four classes in the afternoon."

Yue Xiao took two paper bags from the table and gave him: "The clothes I asked Xiao Chen to buy for you, wear this."

The clothes that Wen Ai wore the day before yesterday were thrown away and soiled under the bed. He spent the past two days wrapped in a bathrobe. He took the bag and put it on, while asking, "Do you have any arrangements for the afternoon?"

Yue Xiao: "I'm going to a meeting."

Wen Ai was disappointed: "Oh."

Yue Xiao smiled: "I will find you after the opening and accompany you in class."

Wen Ai raised his eyebrows: "Then I will send you the classroom number!"

Yue Xiao touched his lips and kissed: "When I finish this work, I will accompany you every day."