Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

I haven’t seen you for half a month, how did you become like this?

Lu Ziqing hugged Xiao Yan's head tightly in the quilt, covered his face with his hands, and after a while put his face against his face.

It didn't get much warmer after a while, it was too slow.

then……

He let go of Xiao Yan and kept some distance between them, then held his hand, closed his eyes, activated his telekinesis, and muttered something silently.

After about half a cup of tea, his forehead was covered with sweat. A warm current was introduced into Xiao Yan's body and slowly spread to his limbs. It continued to flow back, and the blood was flowing back.

About half a cup of tea later, Xiao Yan finally regained consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the person he had been thinking about with his eyes closed beside him.

At that moment, his heart was nervous and happy, as if it missed a beat. He did not respond, but just stared at the handsome face quietly, feeling the warm current introduced into his body through his palms.

After a while, Xiao Yan finally couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe away the thin sweat on Lu Ziqing's face. As soon as he moved, Lu Ziqing opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

Xiao Yan hummed softly, put his palm on his face, met his eyes, and asked softly, "Why am I here?"

Lu Ziqing's face looked a little petite under that big hand. He said, "Xiao Wu picked you up from the snow pile. What happened?"

Xiao Yan said bluntly, "I don't know what drug she gave me. I felt like I was going to explode. I felt so uncomfortable. I ran in the snow for a long time, and then I fell asleep."

Lu Ziqing felt something was self-evident, but it was difficult to explain. After pondering for a while, he came back to his senses under Xiao Yan's burning gaze and found that he was hugging a naked person. His face turned red instantly and he hurriedly explained.

"Um, I didn't take off your clothes. I just saw you were cold... I'll get up right away..."

He tried to stand up, but Xiao Yan held him down, sniffing at his neck and earlobe, whispering, "Don't go, stay with me."

Stay with him?

This request was unreasonable, but Xiao Yan couldn't help it. In the past, every minute they didn't see each other felt like a year. Now that they finally met, he felt it was extremely precious.

Under the draped curtains and soft couch, he did not hide his inner feelings at all, and pushed all his passionate emotions towards Lu Ziqing, wanting this person to feel his enthusiasm.

Lu Ziqing was held tightly by the strong arms and could not move. His usual composure was gone.

At this moment, there was only anxiety and a little panic in his eyes. He struggled secretly and whispered, "The Marquis is awake. I want to go out."

Such rejection and words are like a child who regrets and doesn't want to play with you anymore and wants to leave.

Xiao Yan smiled, and simply stood up, holding the man in his arms, looking down at him shyly.

"Did you miss me?"

Xiao Yan was leaning on top with his bare upper body, his muscles were strong and toned. Lu Ziqing was trapped in this small space and didn't dare to look at him at all. He just frowned and turned away, feeling very hot.

He begged in a low voice, "Sir, please don't be like this, okay? Please let me out. I don't want to be here."

Under such a strong man, Lu Ziqing was really shy. Her ears were visibly red, and her cheeks and neck were white with a hint of red, and the spring scenery extended all the way to her loose collar.

Xiao Yan felt his heart aching with anger as he stroked his earlobe and spoke to himself.

"You don't miss me, but I miss you so much. I dreamed of you again last night. In my dream, you were wearing the dress I gave you and sitting under the osmanthus forest, reading. The sunlight shone brightly on you, like an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world. I wanted to get closer to you, but I could never touch you, and I could never catch up with you."

"Ziqing, you keep me thinking about you day and night, tossing and turning. Please don't be so cruel and push me away, okay? I'm completely obsessed with you."

Such explicit and straightforward words made Lu Ziqing feel helpless. His earlobes were rubbed until they were numb, and the feeling went straight to the top of his head.

Xiao Yan's undisguised flirting made Lu Ziqing suffer physically and mentally. He felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly bear it, and the pain on his face was indescribable.

"Stop touching me, please let me out, I beg you."

Xiao Yanquan caught this urgent and tender plea in his eyes, and savored it in his heart, which aroused an unbearable desire.

In the bed, he felt Lu Ziqing's uncomfortable desire, his clothes spread out, revealing his porcelain jade-like chest.

Lu Ziqing's chest was heaving nervously. Xiao Yan's fingertips couldn't help but touch his lips. He held his face, forced him to look into his eyes, and spoke eagerly.

"Ziqing, I want... you."

Lu Ziqing widened his eyes in panic, and instantly understood what "want you" meant. He pushed the person anxiously, trying to stand up and escape.

But at this critical juncture, how could a man with such strong desires let go?

Xiao Yan suppressed Lu Ziqing's struggle and lowered his head to kiss him without hesitation. Lu Ziqing was frightened and uncomfortable, and his fingers made his waist and back ache.

But Xiao Yan's love was passionate, and the kiss gradually changed from gentle to wild and possessive. He wanted the person who escaped to remember him forever.

Lu Ziqing was forced to endure Xiao Yan's powerful attack. His scent filled her nostrils and lips. As her passion grew, her lips and tongues intertwined, producing soft moans. The soft moans were enveloped and swallowed up by the deep, magnetic, and charming voice.

Lu Ziqing was tortured by the surge of lust. He begged intermittently, "No, Hou...well...I'm a man...well..."

"Call me by my name." Xiao Yan was intoxicated by desire. His lips brushed against Lu Ziqing's neck, and he held the pink nipple in his mouth and whispered quietly, "Call me Qingjun."

He pushed aside Lu Ziqing's clothes and leaned on her neck, lost in ecstasy. When he heard Lu Ziqing's painful moans, he became even more crazy.

"Ziqing, Qingqing, I want you, I want you to be mine."

After repeated invasions and teasing, Lu Ziqing was tortured to the point of being limp while curled up in the quilt. His mind was confused, and he had no way to resist, allowing Xiao Yan to hold his hot hand.

The strong sense of shame brought him back to that night in the villa, when Xiao Yan slid him up and down in the same way, caressing his neck. The feeling was painful and torturous.

The wind and snow were blowing outside, but I was feeling very comfortable under the gauze curtains and on the soft couch.

That night, the osmanthus flower standing at the top of the branch was finally destroyed and covered by the heavy snow, immersed in a different kind of coldness and merged with it.

In the morning, the yard was covered with snow. Xiaowu brought breakfast to the main courtyard and knocked on the door. The door opened for a long time.

Lu Ziqing stood at the door, clutching his thick cotton robe to cover his neck tightly. His lips were even fuller and redder, as if painted with rouge, which contrasted with his fair skin, making him even more stunning.

Xiao Wu was a little dazed, "Master, you..."

Lu Ziqing thought Xiaowu had seen through something, and instantly blushed with guilt, not daring to look him in the eye. He coughed lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Wu came back to his senses and smiled sheepishly, "Sir, I think you look better than ever, even more beautiful than a woman... Hehe, can you become more beautiful just by sleeping?"

Lu Ziqing almost choked and coughed a few times. He took the tray and pretended to teach him a lesson, "Don't make fun of me. Go and do your own thing."

He was about to close the door when Xiao Wu suddenly remembered his master and asked, "Sir, how is the master?"

Lu Ziqing glanced into the room and said, "Don't pick them up anymore."

The door closed, and Xiaowu was confused. He touched his hair and muttered to himself, "Don't pick it up... What does that mean? Did I pick up the wrong thing?"