It was not until Ye Zhen was confused and called Chuanchuan again that he heard Kurosawa cough and whisper: "I'm sorry."

“…Why are you sorry?”

Kurosawa stopped talking again.

Ye Zhen couldn't see it, and his ability to perceive emotions was naturally much worse. If Kurosawa didn't say it, he could only stay in confusion.

He was a child who was not very focused and soon lost his mind. He touched the soft cotton outer cover of the tatami, pulled the nightgown on his body, and then suddenly found a problem.

"Chengchuan, I don't want to wear this, it's too thick! I want cow pajamas!"

Kurosawa was stunned and asked, "What do you want?"

"Cow pajamas! Long Jiwei prepared it for me before, with long sleeves and very thin, and there are cow patterns on it!"

Kurosawa: "..."

Kurosawa's mind was completely mixed up by this little boy, and he said laughing and crying: "The Japanese all sleep in nightgowns. Isn't this good too... OK! OK! Don't take it off! Be careful of catching a cold!"

Ye Zhen pulled off his nightgown with two strokes and threw it on the floor: "Long Jiwei doesn't have cow pajamas, either! It's so too much, how can he treat guests! And who is the Japanese devil here? I'm a pure Chinese! Even you are a mixed-race Chuan Chuan!"

Kurosawa was originally burning with desire, but he barely endured it there. He was so angry that he couldn't stop it, and even his temples were leaping up and down.

"Your skewers are getting more and more excessive, and you secretly kiss me! I haven't settled the score with you yet! Where are the cow pajamas? Where are the fifty glutinous rice buns I haven't eaten today? Why don't you pay tribute to me quickly, otherwise I will call Long Jiwei to complain!"

The three words "Long Jiwei" fell to the ground, and Kurosawa's eyebrows hopped, as if he had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and his mind suddenly calmed down.

He grabbed Ye Zhen and said, "——Okay! Don't make trouble! You can do anything, I'll go buy it now. Director Long Jiu and the others can't contact you for the time being. When I contact you, I'll let you go to China to bring your cow pajamas over. Is that okay?"

Ye Zhen reminded him worriedly: "Then you go now."

Kurosawa hesitated for a moment before letting go of his hand reluctantly and whispered: "I'll go now. You put on your clothes first and be careful to catch a cold."

He watched Ye Zhen pull the quilt up, then stood up, stepped back and walked out of the room, gently pulling the paper door.

Ye Zhen couldn't see it, nor was he familiar with the structure of the room. Of course, he couldn't hear that Kurosawa did not walk out of the door, but only turned a corner and returned to the bathroom just now.

He pulled the door, pressed his back against the wall, and couldn't wait to pull off the zipper of his pants. After accumulating for a long time, he was so rapid that he couldn't bear it. He thought of Ye Zhen's ignorant appearance in his arms, and he quickly poured out without much persistence.

The so-called unconventional **, no matter how shameful it is to think of it afterwards, it seems extremely sweet and exciting when it is impulsive, even more than the pleasure of heaven. Kurosawa leans his head up against the cold wall, and it took him a long time to recover from the afterglow of the □ and swallow his saliva.

He tidied up his pants, and didn't care that his shirt was still wet, so he opened the door and walked to the corridor, waved to the butler.

"Ye Zhen is used to wearing long-sleeved pajamas with cow pattern. You can make a set of them for me. Don't use other patterns to fool them just because he can't see them. His eyes will be removed soon."

The butler agreed timidly, and saw that Kurosawa's shirt was mostly wet, and he couldn't help but ask worriedly: "It's very windy, do you want to change your clothes..."

"No, no," Kurosawa took a breath and whispered: "I'll take a breather, just... I can calm down."

45, corrosion

Ye Zhen is a bad boy who is not diligent in studying and is not easy to ask. If you have any questions, just keep them in your mind.

For example, since that day, he never asked Kurosawa why he kissed him again, and he just thought silently in his heart.

Why did Kurosawa kiss him?

Usually, Xuan Lin would stick to Long Jiwei and beg for kissing, huging, rolling around, and rubbing his face at home. That's because Xuan Lin likes Long Jiwei and treats Long Jiwei as food (...). He just licks two bites to satisfy his cravings.

So does Kurosawa like him too?

But they are both men.
Chapter completed!