Yi Ren from afar

Ye Mingyuan sat quietly in the car, looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, the time spent with Han Yuze flashed before his eyes like a movie.

Sun Zhanyi loosened his tie and stared at him. Although he had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't make a sound to disturb him.

Ye Mingyuan withdrew his gaze, took off his coat, lay on his side on the seat, rubbed forward, pillowed on Sun Zhanyi's lap, and covered himself with the coat.

Sun Zhanyi slid his fingertips across his white and smooth face, rubbed his thumb on his rosy lips, pressed it against his ear and ordered, "Open your mouth."

Ye Mingyuan was taken aback, and opened his mouth obediently, sometimes licking and sometimes biting the thumb he put in his mouth.

The tingling sensation at the fingertips stimulated Sun Zhanyi's pain nerves little by little. He pulled out his thumb and pressed lightly on the other's lower lip, and the fingertips slid across the skin inch by inch along the jaw.

Ye Mingyuan suddenly grabbed the hand that was walking on his skin, panted and climbed onto the opponent, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be angry.

Sun Zhanyi hugged him back, sat him on his lap, pressed the other person's back, bringing him closer to him, buried his head in his chest, and whispered: "You are mine, you are mine. "

Biting his neck, raised his head and kissed his lips, moved his palms around his body, wrapped his earlobe in his mouth, licked and bit, and whispered in his ear: "Even if you don't want to, You can only be mine, only mine."