don't call me uncle

"Wait, wait... Ye... Uncle... I, I..." Ye Yan was so nervous that he stuttered.

"Yanyan..." Ye Lingchen called him in a hoarse voice, making it impossible to refuse.

"I, I'll come down first."

Ignoring it, he took the man's hand and leaned under him.

Ye Yan exclaimed, his hands were burned by the temperature of that ****.

"Uncle Ye... don't stay here, okay..." I owed it before, and I couldn't refuse.

"Yeah." Ye Lingchen hummed, picked him up in his arms, and walked to the bed.

When she got to the bed, she didn't move, she just hugged him and whispered, "Yanyan, help me."

Ye Yan plucked up the courage to untie his pants, and as soon as his hand touched the smudge, he heard Ye Lingchen grunt.

Twitching up and down based on feeling, he looked up and saw Ye Lingchen's eyes were as gentle as water.

Ye Lingchen hugged him tightly with one hand, and pinched his chin with the other and kissed him deeply.

Ye Yan was a little out of breath from his kiss, and he unknowingly increased the strength of his hand.

"Yanyan, take it easy..."

Ye Yan let go immediately and looked at him nervously, "It hurts?"

Ye Lingchen pulled his hand back under his body: "Don't stop."

It wasn't until Ye Lingchen left a cloud of whiteness on Ye Yan's hand that he said contentedly, "Yanyan..."

"What are you doing!" Ye Yan's hands were sticky, and he couldn't see clearly when he lowered his head.

"I'll help you."

"what?"

"I'll help you."

"No, no, no! I, I will do it myself."

"I'll help you." Ye Lingchen grabbed his hand not to let him move.

Ye Yan glanced at him and closed his eyes as if appointed.

Ye Lingchen didn't even unbutton his trousers, Ye Yan directly stuck into them.

"Hmm..." When he closed his eyes, because he couldn't see, his other senses would be more sensitive, but he didn't want to open them, his fingertips were a little red, and he clutched the bed sheet tightly.

Ye Lingchen grabbed his hand and put it on his waist.Drop a kiss on his forehead.

"Uncle Ye...let go...ah..."

At the edge of that desire, Ye Lingchen pressed his fingertips against the mouth that was about to come out.

"Uncle Ye...Uncle...I can't do it..."

"Yanyan, call brother to listen."

Ye Yan's eyes were a little red, and he shook his head dissatisfied.

Ye Lingchen felt a little distressed, and let go of his hand.

For Ye Yan, he has never been ruthless.

"Ah...ha..." After being released, Ye Yan softly lay in Ye Lingchen's arms, gasping for breath. When he recovered, Ye Lingchen raised his chin and kissed him until he was breathless again.

"Uncle Ye...the pants are dirty..."

"It's okay, I'll wash it."

"...the sheets are dirty too..."

"Hey, I'll wash it."

Ye Yan smiled contentedly, with a face full of success.

"Yanyan, it's all about washing anyway, so I'll wash it for you too."

"No, no, Uncle Ye, I, myself...uh"

Ye Lingchen blocked the chattering mouth, picked him up, and walked to the bathroom.

tub.

Ye Lingchen hugged Ye Yan from behind.

"Yanyan, do you like America or Holland?"

"Huh?" Ye Yan lowered his head and played with the foam, "It's almost the same, what's wrong?"

"I think...we'll...go get married later."

Ye Yan froze for a moment, and after a long time, he answered softly.

"it is good"

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"Xiaochen, your sheets were changed a few days ago, why did you change them again?"

"Oh, the sheets, Yanyan wetted the bed."

"Ye Lingchen!"