Delivery boy and tissue

Seeing that frozen expression made Huang Gang feel a pang in his heart.

Yan Mo explained: "I mean, if it's because of a woman, I can watch gay movies by myself, there is no need..."

Huang Gang's injured appearance made Yan Mo unable to continue talking, Huang Gang only felt a buzzing in his head, and his eyes were flushed.

Yan Mo knew that the other party had misunderstood what he meant, so he turned over and said, "What is your identity? What is your worth? Why are you willing to do such a thing for a man?"

Huang Gang said angrily: "You don't care, I am willing, I am willing. If the film is useless, do you need others to accompany you? When I think of others doing that for you... I will..." Talking, talking I can't go down.

Is this jealous?possessive?Still... Confession!

Huang Gang didn't know when he bent. He only knew that when he saw Yan Mo's froze smile just now, and when he thought of Yan Mo doing that kind of thing with others, he couldn't tell the pain in his heart. It has entered into my heart.

Yan Mo is not stupid, after living in the society for so long, he can understand what Huang Gang is saying, but...

"We are all men." Yan Mo said apologetically, "Although I have psychological resistance to women, my orientation is normal."

Huang Gang's heart fell to the bottom, his face changed, and he said unwillingly, "You can be hard on me."

Yan Mo said: "You are also a man, you should know that it is just a physical instinct, I have no resistance to you, of course it will be hard if you touch it."

"Really? Then have you ever thought about why there is no resistance to me? Do straight men have no resistance to men?"

Yan Mo was speechless for a while.

Huang Gang saw that he was embarrassed and didn't want to force him, so he changed the subject and asked, "If the gay movie doesn't work, would you let other men do this for you?"

Yan Mo said honestly, "If possible, I just want to cure the disease."

"Okay." Huang Gang endured the sadness in his heart, held Yan Mo's hand, looked at him intently, and said, "Then let's not think about other things, okay? Let me accompany you to heal your illness and cure your psychological shadow." , You can think about other things slowly."

Huang Gang's attitude made it hard for Yan Mo to refuse, but if he agreed, would he be allowed to pay for himself?Is this fair to him?

As if he understood Yan Mo's thoughts, Huang Gang said seriously: "Give me a chance to fight and give, and give yourself a chance to think carefully."

Looking at each other, the atmosphere became more and more serious.

Huang Gang's gaze was too sincere and affectionate, Yan Mo couldn't bear to refuse, hesitated for a long time, and nodded slightly.

Every day that followed, Yan Mo seemed to be living in two worlds. During the day, he worked and lived brightly, and when he returned to his home at night, he only turned on a bedside lamp. Under the dim light, Huang Gang accompanied him and tried his best. Give him the greatest joy.

Huang Gang was extremely tired, but he never tired of it.

He worked outside during the day and came back to take care of Yan Mo at night. Although Young Master Huang was not good at the technical tasks of washing and cooking, he took care of Yan Mo's underwear and socks.

Yan Mo asked Huang Gang, why did he do this?

Huang Gang replied, giving you a warm feeling of home might help your recovery.

Hearing Huang Gang's serious talk, Yan Mo was speechless and could only let him go.

The effect was very good for the first half month, but as time passed, Yan Mo's needs became more and more unsatisfied. Huang Gang found films for him, and when he helped him, he began to fantasize and imagine those films Like the people in the house, press another man under him.

After another period of time, mental imagination was far from enough, and Yan Mo needed more stimulation to complete a vent.

Finally, one night, Huang Gang bought a lot of things, poured himself half a bottle of white wine, threw himself into Yan Mo's arms drunkenly, and gave himself completely to him.

The next morning, when Yan Mo went to the bathroom, he saw Huang Gang quietly applying ointment to his body.

It turned out that he had made all the preparations to be with him, the corners of Yan Mo's mouth raised, which seemed good.

Originally, Huang Gang slept on the sofa in the living room every day. After that day, he moved into the room for the convenience of taking care of Yan Mo. Huang Gang said that whenever Yan Mo thought about it, he would be there.

Several months later, Huang Gang asked Yan Mo.

"How are you feeling lately?"

When Huang Gang asked, Yan Mo was sitting side by side with Huang Gang on the sofa at home, and Huang Gang was naturally playing with the little Yan Mo in his hand.

There is nothing wrong with Yan Mo's body, but this "no problem", is it for Huang Gang, or for men, or for everyone in the future?

Yan Mo replied indifferently: "This question doesn't seem to be that important anymore, and the matter of orientation is not that important anymore."

Huang Gang sat up straight in surprise, fixed his fiery eyes on Yan Mo's face, Yan Mo smiled slightly, stroking his short hair, and said softly: "People's hearts are made of flesh, I talk to you every day." How could you not feel for doing such a thing?"

"You mean..." Huang Gang couldn't speak in excitement, and threw himself into Yan Mo's arms: "You accepted me? It's the acceptance of love rather than friendship!"

Yan Mo said solemnly: "Yes, but." He straightened Huang Gang and made Huang Gang look at him, "You still have to complete the agreement with your father before you can bargain with him on the issue of marriage."

"It's not a bargain, I only want you." Huang Gang corrected the matter solemnly, and then said: "But I will also win this agreement, because I hope that we will get the approval of our family, and only those who are responsible are worthy of it." on you."

Satisfied, Yan Mo hugged Huang Gang into his arms again.

A whole night of bliss.

Get up early in the morning.

"By the way, Gangzi...do you still remember the first time we met?"

Thinking of himself who tore off a few pieces of paper and threw them to Yan Mo to rub his buttocks, Huang Gang gave an embarrassing "hmm": "I remember."

"That day my chrysanthemum hurt for a long time."

"..."

"Do you think this counts as karma?"

"..."

Pit my chrysanthemum once, pick your chrysanthemum for a lifetime.

Yan Mo made the final calculation, very good, this business is not a loss.

THE END