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Chapter 36 The Sweet Night

After driving home, Jiang Baizhou began to take off his clothes as soon as he entered the door.The speed of the movement stunned Yuan Song who had just changed his slippers after him.

The pajamas and pajamas were stained with blood and fine dust from the fight in the clubhouse. He frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face, he rolled up his clothes, stuffed them into a garbage bag and threw them out the door.

The flat floor where he lives is on the first floor, and the interior structure of the house is a duplex design. As expected, the clothes will be collected by the community cleaners in the garbage truck and pushed away at dawn.

At this time, Jiang Baizhou was naked, except for a pair of underwear. Now he didn't care about being shy, and just wanted to throw away all the things he had been in contact with Lu Teng.

Yuan Song was still immersed in the lingering warmth of the two just now, but at the moment he was shaken by the half/naked male god, blushing and standing at the door, he didn't know how to advance or retreat, and the more he looked, the more impulse to rush forward.

No, they reconciled, he had to be reserved!

"Let's take a shower before going to sleep, you smell of alcohol all over your body."

Jiang Baizhou's bedroom was on the second floor. Seeing Yuan Song standing still, he stood on the first step and raised his chin to signal him to follow.

Yuan Song's Adam's apple rolled, he said yes in a low voice, and went upstairs with others.

He followed behind the person, his shy eyes became open and hot, and he looked at Jiang Baizhou's slender neck, muscular and smooth back, plump hills and slender and thin legs, every part was perfect, Everywhere is captivating.

Just now Jiang Baizhou said "we" take a shower, how should we take a shower?

Suddenly, I was a little embarrassed to be honest.

They had slept in the same bed before and had intimate affairs, but they always took their own baths.

Yuan Song came to Jiang Baizhou's house for the first time.

The decoration style is bright and simple, with vigor and sunshine everywhere. The large flat floor has a wider view than the villa's interior, which even makes people feel more relaxed.

As soon as Jiang Baizhou entered the door, he turned into the bathroom, turned on the light, and carefully adjusted the water temperature. He usually took cold showers, and Yuan Song probably couldn't stand it.

All he wanted was to give Yuan Song a good place, to find all the clothes for washing and changing, and he couldn't think of anything wrong, so he called people in to take a bath.

The two of them blocked the door, Yuan Song touched his nose, clasped his palms, and continued to make small unconscious movements, but he just didn't look straight at people.

Only then did Jiang Baizhou realize that the other party was blushing so awkwardly.

People are crowded in the bathroom, and it seems nothing to take a shower together.

But after thinking about it a little bit, he felt blushing and heart beating, especially when he saw that Yuan Song was sweating nervously. Jiang Baizhou knew that he must be thinking as much as himself, and he was funny and cute.

"You wash here, I'll go next door, change clothes and put them on the cabinet next to you, come out to sleep early after washing!"

Yuan Song's chin was pulled, and his frivolous actions made his heart and lungs sore. His nervous heart slowly fell to the ground, but he felt a little inexplicable loss.

Sure enough, he thought a little too much.

Yuan Song came out of the shower and wiped his hair with a white towel. Under the warm light, his radiant skin was as white as jade porcelain, his lips were so hot and tender, and his every move was indescribably sexy.

Before leaving the bathroom, he also deliberately arranged the hem of his nightgown, making it so tight that he could not reveal any whimsical thoughts at all.

He looks like a very simple and honest guy.

"Come here, let me blow your hair!"

Jiang Baizhou sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and patted the position next to him. The white hair dryer had already been plugged in, waiting for him to move over.

Yuan Song was lying on his knees, with one leg slightly bent and the other flat, his movements were casual and leisurely. The hot wind got into his eyes and made him feel uncomfortable. He simply closed his eyes, feeling the warm fingertips passing over his dry scalp comfortably. , each time a current can be brought up.

When he touched the scar above his right ear, Jiang Baizhou's movements would subconsciously be softer, as if touching his old wound, or as if he couldn't bear to touch it.

So far he dare not recall that Yuan Song once told him the tragic story that happened on that night when the moonlight was bleak in a flat tone of storytelling.

If a person can predict the future, or travel back to the past, he will stop the fatal blow for him regardless of his body, hug him tightly, protect him, without any harm, without any despair.

"I'll blow dry for you too."

The buzzing of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, Yuan Song opened his eyes, and caught the distress in Jiang Baizhou's eyes that was too late to hide.

Yuan Song pressed his arm to sit up, raised his hand to pick up the hair dryer, but before touching it, Jiang Baizhou hugged him tightly into his arms.

He tilted his head and lightly rubbed the scar on Yuan Song's head, as if it wasn't enough, he started to kiss again.

Slowly, from top to bottom, from the tip of the ear to the chin, and then back to the forehead, nose, and lips.

The two bodies, one hot and the other cold, are closely entangled, exchanging body temperature, inseparable.

Jiang Baizhou supported Yuan Song's waist and sat on his lap. The other party wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him intoxicated, like sparks starting a prairie fire, like a flood bursting a bank. hapiness.

The clothes were scattered like thin clouds, Jiang Baizhou grabbed Yuan Song's chin and kissed vigorously, the other party raised his neck slightly, every raised vein seemed to be cheering for madness.

Jiang Baizhou Yuan Song who was so happy that he lost his mind had never seen him before. He thought that the two of them would definitely make it to the end, but after the first time they fell in each other's hands, they didn't take the next step of getting closer.

Yuan Song was clingy, hugged him and gnawed on his chin, Jiang Baizhou was stinging and itchy from the bite, and soon realized that the other party was dissatisfied.

He touched Yuan Song's face with misty eyes, and stroked the corners of his lips with his fingertips, so hot that they couldn't help hugging each other tighter: "Baby, tomorrow, day, come again."

Every whisper whispered into Yuan Song's reddened ears with a joke, "There is no set at home."

Now Yuan Song was completely shy.

He hugged Jiang Baizhou with both hands and pressed him down, his heartbeats were tightly overlapping, like a drum beat.

Yuan Song felt like he was crazy.

Doing nothing and feeling completely overwhelmed with ecstasy and excitement to have each other.

No matter, go all out.

"It's okay if you don't have one."

He closed his eyes, his small voice was almost squeezed out, and his face was redder than having a high fever.

"No." Jiang Baizhou was not much better than him, but he was still rational, and he didn't want to hurt the child for the first time. He just kissed Yuan Song's eyes that were still tightly closed, and coaxed, "Sleep."

The room was plunged into darkness, only the moving moonlight peering through the gaps in the curtains to see the deep love inside, Yuan Song's back was leaning against Jiang Baizhou's warm chest, wrapped in his arms safely and warmly.

Just as his violent heartbeat gradually returned to normal and he fell asleep in a daze, he heard a secret word in his ear that could move people's souls.

He said, "I love you."