The beauty god is forced to love every day

The entrance of the villa.

Jin Zeyan parked the car, walked out with his long legs, opened the passenger door, and found that Yan Qing seemed to be asleep.

His head was tilted, with a few strands of well-groomed hair hanging down in front of his forehead. His handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he had not slept well.

The thick eyelashes like crow feathers cast a small shadow under the eyelids, and the thin lips are rosy and moist, and they look soft and kissable.

Thinking so, they did so, with their four thin lips touching each other, tossing and turning.

Yan Qing struggled a little due to lack of oxygen, and pushed Jin Zeyan's chest with her weak hands, but to no avail.

Only after Jin Zeyan had kissed her enough and bit her lips lightly did he let her go, feeling satisfied.

"Awake, feeling dizzy?"

Yan Qing sat up slowly and rubbed his swollen temples. "I feel a little dizzy. I drank too much."

Jin Zeyan leaned forward, reached down to find Yan Qing's shoes, and half-knelt down to put on the shoes.

The black dress socks wrapped around her round ankles. Today, Qingqing wore sock clips, which made her look both abstinent and erotic.

Yan Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the kneeling Jin Zeyan. Except for one button undone at the collar of his black shirt, he looked decent and serious overall.

Because of the kneeling posture, the back and the shirt fit tightly together, which further highlights the broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the smooth muscle lines of the arms and back.

The tight suit pants make the proportions of the hip line and legs appear almost perfect, with such a tall and strong man kneeling at her feet.

Anyone would have their blood boiling and would be unable to restrain the urge to conquer and torture him, and put a special label on him.

The tone was contemptuous with a hint of lust, "Ayan, have you tried it?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Zeyan raised his eyes and met those eyes full of desire. He instantly understood what was going on.

"No, but I can try."

Yan Qing reached out and touched Jin Zeyan's head, her fingertips sinking into his hair, gently teasing it, her tone coaxing.

"So am I lucky enough to be the first?"

"of course."

.........

The evening breeze brings a slight coolness, blowing away the heat in the air, but it cannot blow away the love in my heart, which is burning hot.

"Crying?" Yan Qing leaned down, moved closer, and kissed the corners of the eyes with tears in them.

Jin Zeyan shook his head, "No, it's physiological, I can't control it."

Yan Qing lifted Jin Zeyan's chin with her index finger, and stroked her bright red lips with her fingertips, taking away a trace of moisture.

He took a bottle of water from the side and handed it over. "It's unopened. Rinse your mouth."

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his fingers, then leaned back in his chair, relaxed, feeling very happy, and reached out to touch the cigarette.

Jin Zeyan stood up and stretched his numb legs, unscrewed the lid, tilted his head back to take a sip, then leaned over and kissed Yan Qing.

"Taste it."

"Ayan, are you bored?" A trace of helplessness flashed in Yan Qing's eyes. He reached out to take out the lighter and prepared to light the cigarette in his hand.

Jin Zeyan took the cigarette from Yan Qing's mouth and said, "No more smoking, go back to sleep."

Yan Qing glanced at the cigarettes that were taken away, rubbed the lighter in his hand, and smiled dotingly, "Okay!"

The two walked side by side, Jin Zeyan holding Yan Qing's coat in one hand and holding his beloved in the other, and went home together.

As soon as Yan Qing saw the sofa, she fell down, propped up one leg, and covered her eyes with her hand, "I can't stand it anymore. I feel dizzy."

Jin Zeyan casually put his coat on the sofa, looked at Yan Qing's expression, and chuckled, "Drink less next time, I'll make you some honey water."

"I don't want to either! These people are drinking too much today." Yan Qing smiled bitterly and took the back of his hand away, "Make it sweeter for me."

Jin Zeyan didn't look back, but just raised his hand and made an OK gesture.

After a while, Jin Zeyan came over with a glass of honey water, sat next to Yan Qing, and helped him up.

"Do you want to eat something? Are you hungry? Did you eat dinner?"

Yan Qing drank the honey water from Jin Zeyan's hand until the cup was empty, then she let go of the cup and leaned on his shoulder.

He raised his head and smiled, "I'm a little hungry. I didn't eat anything tonight. Mainly because the food in the place we chose this time wasn't good."

"Would you like to eat noodles? I stewed beef brisket with tomatoes this afternoon, so it's perfect for making noodles with it." Jin Zeyan asked.

Yan Qing unbuttoned her Adam's apple with one hand, "Okay, I'm not picky, put an egg in it, no coriander, chopped green onions."

"I know this." Jin Zeyan got up and went to make noodles.

Yan Qing took a break for a while, then got up from the sofa, walked into the kitchen, leaned against the door and watched Jin Zeyan busying himself.

The black shirt was rolled up to the elbows, revealing his lean forearms. There was a small mole on the protruding wrist bone.

Such a beautiful wrist seems to deserve something to wear.

Jin Zeyan noticed the sight behind him and knew it was Qingqing. The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, "It will be ready soon."

Yan Qing stepped forward and put her arms around Jin Zeyan's waist, resting her head on his back. "Don't worry, I'll give you a watch some other day, okay?"

"Looking at that empty wrist, does it feel like something is missing?"

Jin Zeyan put the noodles into the pot with quick movements and stirred them gently. "I don't like wearing a watch. It's inconvenient for filming."

"Besides, you have a whole drawer of famous watches, so just give me any one. There's no need to buy new ones, it's a waste."

Yan Qing's fingers fell on Jin Zeyan's wrist and gently stroked it, "It's different. I'll customize a couple's watch another day."

"We can wear them together when we go out, how nice it is!"

Jin Zeyan put the noodles into a bowl, sprinkled some chopped green onions on it, and put the egg on top. "Okay, let's eat the noodles first!"

After eating the noodles, Yan Qing felt like he was alive again. Otherwise, his stomach was always churning and painful from the alcohol.

Now I just feel so sleepy, and my upper and lower eyelids are fighting with each other.

Jin Zeyan cleaned the table, washed his hands, and came back to look at the drowsy person with a smile.

He carried the person upstairs.

In the bathroom, Jin Zeyan placed Yan Qing in the bathtub. He washed himself first, and then washed the smell of alcohol off Yan Qing's body bit by bit.

"Ayan, the water is a little hot." Yan Qing raised his eyelids vaguely.

Jin Zeyan stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, "Qingqing, it's not the water that's hot, it's you that's hot. Be good, it will be fine soon."

After waiting for a while, he pulled the towel to dry the person, blew Yan Qing's hair with one hand, and then blew his own hair randomly.

He carried the person to the bed, held him in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Yan Qing opened her eyes dazedly, her voice a little hoarse due to the hangover, "No, it was early in the morning."

Jin Zeyan looked over aggrievedly, "I don't want to be out of control."

Yan Qing reached out and touched Jin Zeyan's chin, which was slightly sweaty. "I'll spare you this time. You've grown a stubble, and you look more mature."

"I have always been mature, you know that."