Little Master and Little Idol

The young master came out in the little idol's pajamas after taking a shower. He opened the door and looked around to see if he saw anyone, and nervously grabbed the falling pajama pants and slipped into the room with a "swoosh".

His heart was beating very fast, as if he was doing something bad, he walked on tiptoe without daring to make a sound, who knew that when he opened the door, he bumped into a wall of steaming flesh.

The little idol thought it was funny, and stretched out his hand to hold the person steadily, rather than holding him in his arms, he said, "Why are you so nervous?"

The young master was trembling with fright, he loosened his grip on his trousers like a conditioned reflex, and climbed onto the arms of the little idol, his trousers immediately slid down to reveal half of his buttocks.The young master blushed instantly, and hurriedly pulled up his pants, holding them tightly and not letting go.

Little Idol: "..."

He coughed uncomfortably, feeling a little embarrassed for the first time, and wanted to laugh when he saw the young master's appearance of getting into the ground.

"Sorry, I forgot..." The little idol thought about his words, and finally chose a softer way of saying, "This set of pajamas doesn't suit you."

The young master lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "It doesn't matter."

The little idol wanted to reach out and rub his hair, but he gave up after wiggling his fingertips. He just turned around and opened the closet to help him find another set of smaller pajamas that he hadn't worn and handed it to him.

"My mother bought this in the wrong size and didn't return it. You should be able to wear it."

The young master raised his head to take the pajamas, took the opportunity to glance at the little idol, and smoke burst out of his seven orifices when he saw it.

He widened his eyes, and inadvertently asked the doubts in his heart: "You... why don't you wear clothes?"

There are two bathrooms in the little idol's house. Just now, when the young master was taking a shower outside, the little idol also took a shower in the bathroom in the room. When he came out, he was habitually shirtless.

He has a good figure, there is no doubt about it, his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines are standing there waiting for someone to visit, the young master stared straight at his eyes.

The little idol looked down at himself, and casually took a piece of home clothes hanging on the clothes rack next to him, and put them on.When he was putting on his clothes, he happened to meet the eyes of the young master, for some reason, he could see a little disappointment from it, and he paused.

"Want to drink milk?" the little idol asked him sideways.

The young master shook his head: "No drink."

So the two of them lay down on the bed and got ready to rest.

The grape smell on the young master's body didn't disappear even after taking a bath, the little idol thought so when he lay down.

Mmm, it smells... sweet.

The young master slept on the side next to the wall.In fact, the little idol's bed was very big, and he was an arm's length away from the little idol when he lay flat, but the young master felt that the little idol's aura was pervasive and surrounded him from all directions.

This is the bed he sleeps on, the quilt he covers, and even the pillows I'm laying on now are all his.

In the dark, the young master quietly grabbed a corner of the quilt and sniffed it. A fresh and elegant floral fragrance poured into his lungs from the tip of his nose. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that he liked it very much.

The little idol suddenly spoke in a deep and mellow voice: "Good night."

The young master was startled for a moment, let go of the quilt, and replied softly with a trembling voice like a child caught doing something wrong: "Good night."