Baby, wait until you grow up

In the tender skin, there seemed to be an electric current passing through the palm of the hand, agitating the limbs and bones.An Hao suddenly moved his hand away and dropped the towel, "Ning Ning washes it by herself, Dad feels a little uncomfortable."

"Ah?" The boy opened his mouth wide in surprise, the bright red tip of his tongue looming.

An Hao swallowed, "Baby, don't stay too long." He tried his best to calmly ask.When desire raised his head, An Hao ran away in a hurry.

"dad"

The sound of closing the door shocked An Boning, he pinched the soft bath towel in his hand, and scratched his wet hair with one hand, feeling a little confused.

In the study room, the curtains were drawn tightly, and no light came in.

Such a dark night is suitable for his dark beating heart, An Hao thought, it is impossible for him to stay in the sun in the future.He stood leaning against the wall, his jacket was wet, and his dark black pants were also wet. The water trickled down the trousers and pooled on the ground, forming a pool of transparent water stains.

At this moment, there is no better way to describe him with an idiom - in a state of embarrassment.Whether it's his appearance or his messy heart.

He has always been a cold person, and he can even be said to hate the relationship between men and women.

On the day his mother died, he was in filial piety and lost his soul, but he saw his father and the woman who claimed to be his mother's best friend were tossing each other, naked overlapping bodies, primitive rhythm.

Disgusting!

But now, he actually has a shameful desire for the child he raised since childhood.

An Hao held his forehead with one hand, and laughed softly, "I really deserve the old man's blood..." His hoarse body line was full of sadness.That night, An Hao understood that his love for his children has long since changed. Being together day and night has become love.

Regardless of gender, he loves him. Unknowingly, the seed of love is buried deep in his heart, so strong that even the coldest hoe can't shovel it away.

"Father." The child knocked on the door, tentatively.

An Hao's heart skipped a beat.

The young man's voice was low, "Dad, are you asleep?" After a moment of silence, he said, "Good night, Dad, I love you."

An Hao felt warm in his heart, but this warm feeling only lasted for a short time.As a result, when the cold wind passed through the border later, the bottom of my heart that still had a little bit of warmth became more transparent, and I was left in a state of devastation.

Because he knew that the "love" in the boy's mouth was different from his own love.At the same time, he didn't dare to ask for the same love from the boy, he was afraid that the child would look at him in a dazed and frightened way.