Yan Mingxiu's deep eyes were reflected in the dim light. He looked at Zhou Xiang deeply, his faces were very close, and his breathing was sprayed on each other's faces. As long as he moved a little forward, he could kiss each other.

Zhou Xiang showed a light smile. The atmosphere was so good that there was no reason not to continue. So he leaned forward slightly and kissed Yan Mingxiu's lips.

Yan Mingxiu was stunned for a moment, slightly unhappy, but Zhou Xiang's kiss with a faint tobacco smell and soft lips quickly made him feel a little distracted. He gently bit Zhou Xiang's lips, deepening the kiss.

After the two separated, their eyes were a little wrong.

Yan Mingxiu said in a hoarse voice: "Enter the house."

☆, Chapter 8

As soon as he entered the room, Zhou Xiang pressed Yan Mingxiu against the wall, stroked Yan Mingxiu's slender face with his slender fingers, and smiled gently, "Xiao Yan, you look so fucking good-looking."

Yan Mingxiu stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhou Xiang's lower body, which was already reacting. He pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, "Well, I can tell you like it very much."

Zhou Xiang gently licked the corner of his mouth and whispered: "I like it, of course I like it."

Zhou Xiang pressed the back of Yan Mingxiu's head and aggravated the kiss. His lips carefully tossed and sucked on those lips. His tongue also took the opportunity to sneak into Yan Mingxiu's slightly opened mouth, hooked his tongue and teased and pulled it skillfully.

Since Zhou Xiang discovered that he was GAY in his teens, he has had two fixed relationships over the years, but he can no longer leave any trace in his heart. He has had a few friends who have been with him for a short time, but there are not many one-night stands. He is not a promiscuous person, but he only has healthy physiological needs. For him, a stable and sincere relationship is a luxury and hard to come by. There are only a few people in the circle who can reach the end. Zhou Xiang is also eager to meet a real person, but before that, being able to roll the bed sheets with someone he likes is obviously a more practical need.

Yan Mingxiu is only twenty years old this year. Although he is not a pure boy, he doesn't have much sexual experience. He can't resist Zhou Xiang's fierce flirting skills. Both of them were a little heavy in breathing, and the lingering lips and teeth brought a strong erotic smell.

Yan Mingxiu's hand reached into Zhou Xiang's clothes and stroked his smooth and strong back. Zhou Xiang's hand also reached into Yan Mingxiu's clothes. The two of them caressed each other, and the warm atmosphere was about to break out.

Yan Mingxiu raised his neck and recognized Zhou Xiang as licking and kissing his Adam's apple and collarbone. His hand kept moving down. Finally, he hugged Zhou Xiang's waist and pressed him back to the wall. He reached into Zhou Xiang's pants and rubbed his perky buttocks.

Yan Mingxiu's movements became stronger and stronger. Zhou Xiang was addicted to flirting. After a long time, he realized something was wrong. He suddenly woke up and grabbed Yan Mingxiu's finger that was about to drill into him.

Yan Mingxiu was also stunned.

Both of them realized something was wrong.

Zhou Xiang said awkwardly, "You are 1."

Yan Mingxiu didn't say anything, frowned and looked at him. The matter was interrupted when it was going on here. No one would feel unhappy, especially someone like Yan Mingxiu.

The two of them were like they were thrown cold water, and their desire was extinguished in an instant. It was a good thing to look at each other, but when they stepped on the bed, they found that they were both 1, which was really disappointing.

Zhou Xiang was not resisting being No. 0, but he really didn't think so. He couldn't say that he could go to the battlefield with a gun. He had to train and let him accept it psychologically. Looking at Yan Mingxiu's dark face, he knew that there would definitely be no chance today.

Zhou Xiang was both annoyed and disappointed. A beautiful man was right in front of him. The two of them kissed the bird and touched it. They were stuck on the question of who was up and down. At this time, even if he wanted to continue doing it, he could not bear to face it.

Yan Mingxiu was quite disappointed, picked up his luggage and said, "I'm leaving."

Zhou Xiang grabbed him, "Hey, don't, look at the rain outside, where are you going at this time? Our house is low, maybe the car can't get out at this time. Although we can't do it, I won't drive you out. Anyway, you've come here, so let's sleep here tonight."

Yan Mingxiu looked out the window and saw that the heavy rain seemed to have not stopped. Thinking about how he left, it was indeed a big problem.

Zhou Xiang grabbed the box in his hand and put it next to the shoe cabinet, "Come on, go and do it inside, let's have a meal, we will solve the people's livelihood problem first."

Only then did Yan Mingxiu have the opportunity to take a good look at this house.

The house is more than 70 square meters, with two bedrooms and two living rooms. The layout is not very reasonable and does not seem crowded. Although the house has been around for a long time and the decorations inside have the flavor of the times, they reveal the owner's careful cleaning and maintenance everywhere. Zhou Xiang's home is completely different from that of an ordinary bachelor. It is clean, refreshing and warm, which is very consistent with the feeling Zhou Xiang gives people.

Zhou Xiang quickly adjusted his emotions, pretended that he was fine, and handed Yan Mingxiu a pair of slippers.

The two of them just now became warm in the entrance hall, and they didn't even have time to take off their shoes. Thinking about the passion just now, it was really embarrassing.

Yan Mingxiu was asked to enter the house. Zhou Xiang poured him a glass of water and showed him a gentle smile, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"It will be all right."

"Then you watch TV for a while, I'll go cook."

Yan Mingxiu nodded, his face calmed down a little.

The kitchen is open-plan, connected to the dining room, and is separated from the living room by a transparent glass. Yan Mingxiu can see Zhou Xiang’s busy back in the kitchen just by turning his head.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure that kept shaking in front of his eyes, feeling a burning urge gathering in his lower abdomen.

He fantasized that the person standing there to make a supper for him was Wang Yudong.

The back that was extremely similar to Wang Yudong's blurred in his mind, and then completely overlapped with Wang Yudong's back, as if the figure would turn around in the next second. Wang Yudong's handsome and elegant face had a gentle smile and asked him softly, "What do you want to eat tonight."

He fantasized that he could hold the man from behind, tear his clothes open, do all the shameful things to him, leaving his own traces on him.

Suddenly, the back turned around, and Zhou Xiang's face suddenly appeared in front of him, shattering all his fantasies. Zhou Xiang smiled and said, "Do you eat spicy food?"

Yan Mingxiu felt an unknown fire rise in his chest, and he said hard, "Don't eat."

Zhou Xiang seemed to notice his unhappiness, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't care. Yan Mingxiu was probably at least ten years younger than him, so he wouldn't be angry with a little boy.

After his parents died, he had lived in several relatives' houses, but the feeling was too uncomfortable. The relatives didn't take him seriously. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he ran back by himself. So from the fourth grade of elementary school, he bought vegetables, cooked, washed clothes and started his own life. He was not unfair about housework.

In half an hour, the rice was cooked and he prepared three dishes and one soup. He brought the hot and fragrant meal to the table and said to Yan Mingxiu: "Come and have a meal, it's past eight o'clock."

Yan Mingxiu walked over and looked at the food on the table. They were all very ordinary home-cooked dishes, but he hadn't eaten them for many years. He sat down and couldn't help but praise: "You made a good deal and it was very delicious."

Zhou Xiang smiled and pinched his tender face, "It tastes more delicious, eat it quickly, let me laugh with Brother Xiang after eating."

Zhou Xiang has always been generous and decent, and Yan Mingxiu couldn't get angry. He smiled embarrassedly, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.

Zhou Xiang poured him a bowl of soup, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Yan Mingxiu smiled naturally for the first time, "It's good, delicious."

Zhou Xiang was also happy, "Come on, eat more. I still have the rock sugar pear I made yesterday in the refrigerator. I will save some belly for the dessert later."

The two of them ate in a harmonious atmosphere, as if the awkward scenes when they first entered the house had never happened.

☆, Chapter 9

After dinner, Yan Mingxiu continued to watch TV and Zhou Xiang went to clean up the kitchen.

After packing up, he brought out desserts and tea. His home hasn't been entertaining anyone for a long time. He rarely brings people back. Even if he brings them back, he basically has sex when he comes in, so he definitely has no time to sit down and have tea and chat.

Although it was a pity that I failed to achieve my goal, it was quite romantic to sit together and chat with Yan Mingxiu on such a rainy night, so Zhou Xiang was in a good mood.

Zhou Xiang chatted with Yan Mingxiu and asked him what he was doing now. Yan Mingxiu went to school early and graduated from college just 20 this year. Now he is back to work. He doesn't have much information, but Zhou Xiang is very interested. The two chatted for a long time. Zhou Xiang is a person who speaks quite funny and has a very sensible attitude. In the end, Yan Mingxiu's speech is obviously less restrained, and occasionally he will smile that makes Zhou Xiang jump carefully.

Zhou Xiang couldn't help but feel moved when he looked at him. He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Time flies very quickly, and it is already past ten o'clock in the blink of an eye. Yan Mingxiu yawned, and Zhou Xiang also felt tired. The two of them were exhausted today.

Zhou Xiang smiled, "You have been chatting with you for so long. Are you tired? Go and take a shower and go to bed."

Yan Mingxiu opened his suitcase, took out his changing clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, Zhou Xiang was watering his own flowers. When he turned around, he saw Yan Mingxiu wearing loose pajamas and shorts, looking watery and particularly attractive.

The two looked at each other and felt a little bit, but thinking of the embarrassment a few hours ago, no one made any further moves. Zhou Xiang pointed to the bedroom, "I found a clean quilt, you feel wronged tonight, let's sleep with me. My guest room hasn't been cleaned for a long time and I can't live."
Chapter completed!