Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wei Zhe'an's laughter was as sweet as a silver bell. His legs swung happily in the air, showing his inner joy. He was not worried at all that Li Jinhe would not be able to hold him and would drop him.

"Brother, I didn't provoke you. It's not the first time we've slept together. Why are you shy?" Wei Zhe'an blinked his big eyes with a mischievous smile on his face.

His words were full of innocence and curiosity, as if he didn't understand why Li Jinhe felt a little uncomfortable.

Li Jinhe patted Wei Zhe'an's calf gently, signaling him not to move: "Behave yourself, or I will really throw you down." Although there was a threat in his words, Li Jinhe's tone was full of pampering and helplessness.

Wei Zhe'an didn't care. Instead, he hugged Li Jinhe's neck more tightly, hanging on him like a little monkey, and said willfully: "I don't care, I just want to sleep with you."

Seeing Wei Zhe'an's naughty appearance, Li Jinhe sighed helplessly. He knew that this night was destined to be restless. However, he did not feel irritated or angry because of this. Instead, he felt a little sweet about Wei Zhe'an's willfulness and dependence.

He did not refuse Wei Zhe'an's request. He carried Wei Zhe'an into his bedroom and gently put him on the bed. Then, he said gently, "Go to sleep if you are sleepy. I will take a shower first."

But Wei Zhe'an didn't want to give up. He had been coveting his brother for a long time. Today, the time, the place and the people were all right, and he didn't want to let him go just like that.

He grabbed the hem of Li Jinhe's shirt with his backhand and used the force to sit up: "Then I'll go with you." His eyes flashed with determination and expectation, and he looked at Li Jinhe without blinking.

Looking at Wei Zhe'an's expectant eyes, Li Jinhe smiled helplessly. He knew that this kid had definitely provoked him today, and this night was destined to be a restless one.

Li Jinhe suddenly exerted force and threw Wei Zhe'an onto the bed, his eyes flashing with strong desire and passion. He kissed Wei Zhe'an's lips fiercely, this kiss was full of power and passion, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into it.

The kiss lasted for a long time, their breathing gradually became rapid, and their heartbeats echoed in their ears like a moving symphony.

Until both of them were a little out of breath, they slowly let go of each other.

Li Jinhe hugged Wei Zhe'an tightly, their bodies pressed closely together, their eyes full of love and desire.

Li Jinhe gently bit Wei Zhe'an's lower lip with his teeth, then propped himself up with his right hand and put some distance between himself and Wei Zhe'an.

Li Jinhe frowned slightly. He grabbed Wei Zhe'an's hand that was wandering all over his body. The hand was a little cold compared to his body temperature, but Li Jinhe felt it was as hot as fire, and the places that he touched were about to burn.

He pulled the hand out of his shirt with all his strength, his voice becoming hoarse with lust: "Have you touched enough?"

Wei Zhe'an looked at Li Jinhe's lustful eyes and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He didn't think his behavior was excessive, and he couldn't control his desire and dependence on Li Jinhe.

Wei Zhe'an was recalling the feeling of touching Li Jinhe's abdominal muscles just now. It was moderately soft and hard, very elastic, and quite addictive.

His heartbeat quickened, and his body heated up uncontrollably. He looked at Li Jinhe directly, a naughty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "No, brother, I haven't touched enough, I want to touch more..."

Li Jinhe was amused by his frankness and laughed. He gently kneaded Wei Zhe'an's fingers, feeling somewhat helpless and doting. He didn't know how to respond to Wei Zhe'an's frankness, so he could only remain silent for a long time before he said, "Stop it, An'an."

Wei Zhe'an had no intention of stopping. His other hand also dishonestly tried to break through Li Jinhe's defense from the other side. He rubbed against Li Jinhe's body like a kitten, not letting go of any place he could touch.

Li Jinhe could only support himself with one hand and use the other hand to deal with Wei Zhe'an's mischief. He shook his head helplessly and could only threaten: "Be honest, or I will really eat you."

Hearing this, Wei Zhe'an's eyes lit up. He seemed to have seen a new opportunity, an opportunity that could satisfy his inner desire.

He blinked and looked at Li Jinhe expectantly, a hint of desire in his voice: "Now?"

Li Jinhe looked at his expectant eyes and couldn't help but waver in his heart. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He smiled helplessly and raised his hands in surrender: "Be good, An An, you are not ready now, you will get hurt."

When Wei Zhe'an heard what Li Jinhe said, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He pursed his lips and complained with some dissatisfaction: "You didn't even prepare the most important thing. Don't you have any extravagant thoughts about me? Don't you like me anymore..."

Li Jinhe looked at Wei Zhe'an's aggrieved expression and couldn't help but feel amused. He looked down at Wei Zhe'an and suddenly kissed him hard, with a hint of doting in his voice: "What are you talking about? How could I not like you? Huh?"

Wei Zhe'an was stunned by Li Jinhe's sudden kiss. His heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He simply loved his brother's occasional rudeness and fierceness. The hormonal aura exuded by Li Jinhe, that kind of strong masculine charm was fatal to him and he simply could not resist it.

He hugged Li Jinhe's neck tightly, and his fingers restlessly reached into Li Jinhe's shirt again. His voice was sweet and soft: "Husband..."

Li Jinhe took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner struggle and impulse. He pressed down Wei Zhe'an's dishonest claws again, his deep eyes full of struggle and helplessness.

The relationship between him and Wei Zhe'an was deep, but he also knew that they had only been together for a short time, and he didn't want to appear too casual.

Wei Zhe'an seemed to see through his thoughts. His bright eyes seemed to have hooks, which almost made Li Jinhe's sanity collapse.

Wei Zhe'an rubbed him gently, his fingers gently grasped Li Jinhe's wrist, and called out again in that sweet voice: "Husband..."

This call made the fire in Li Jinhe's heart burn more and more fiercely. He closed his eyes and tried hard to restrain his impulse.

But the desire in his heart was like an irresistible torrent, making him unable to control himself. He pressed on Wei Zhe'an again and kissed him.