Baby, wait until you grow up

An Hao couldn't refuse.

An Boning was overjoyed, took a quick shower and went to bed to wait for his father, when the bathroom door slammed.

"Father." The boy turned over and sat up.

An Hao wiped his wet hair, hooked his lips with a happy face, "En."

"Shall I wipe it for you?"

An Hao smiled, before he had time to refuse.The child had already stepped in front of him, took the towel in his hand, and pulled his arm to sit on the edge of the bed, "Sit down."

He knelt on the bed by himself and wiped it from behind with gentle movements.

"dad."

"I haven't slept with Dad for a long time?"

"..."

"Ning Ning grows up and needs to learn to sleep by herself."

The movements in An Boning's hands paused, and then he answered naturally, "I know, I'm just talking."

The hair was dry, and the two lay on the bed with their faces up.

An Boning's mind turned around, many words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.Before he could figure out how to speak, sleepiness crept onto his nerves.For more than a month, the child who suffered from insomnia every day finally fell asleep beside his father.

Leaning on the thin moonlight coming in through the window, An Hao stretched his arms and stared at the boy beside him.

The boy's small black head was buried on the pillow, and the thick eyelashes rested on his closed eyes obediently just like himself.With his lips parted slightly, he snorted contentedly, like a silent invitation.

The night is thick, which buries people's reason and pushes up the deep-buried lust.An Hao leaned forward, holding the two tender pieces tremblingly. For a moment, the sour liquid in his heart fermented and filled his entire chest cavity.He didn't dare to use force or go deep, his fingertips traced your delicate lips, licking them carefully.

His fists were clenched tightly, his nails dug into his skin, and the faint pain brought him back to his senses.

An Hao raised his body, lifted the quilt and put his hands in his arms to hold the young man's thin body in his arms, rubbing An Baining's soft and shiny black hair with one hand.

Intimate, intimate, tight without any gaps.

With the familiar smell and warm chest, An Boning found a comfortable position on his father's stomach and continued to sleep beautifully.

An Baining slept soundly as if he had a sweet dream.

When he woke up, he realized that it was really just a dream.

"Dad... Dad." An Boning was still wearing pajamas, standing on the stairs unable to take a step.

An Hao's face was gloomy, it was completely the precursor of the storm, this was the first time he acted so coldly, An Boning was really frightened.