Doomsday Food

Zhao Yichen felt as if he was going to burn.

Lu Yan didn't do anything to him, he just took off his clothes and put on earbands for him.

The other party even asked him gently: "Can I wear a collar?"

Zhao Yichen raised his hand, touched the other party's cheek and nodded, and saw that the collar was also put on, and the other party asked, "Can I tie it with hemp rope?"

Zhao Yichen stared at Lu Yan with wide eyes.

But Lu Yan didn't blush, he kissed Zhao Yichen's eyes, and asked with a smile, "Is it okay?"

Zhao Yichen was dazzled by the beauty again, and when he recovered, his hands were bound behind his back.

But fortunately, they just tied his wrists, Lu Yan squeezed the soft flesh beside his tail, and softly praised: "Brother is so beautiful, like a caught kitten—"

Zhao Yichen looked at Lu Yan with bright eyes, as if he was still expecting what the other party would do next.

Instead, Lu Yan withdrew from the bed, arranged the paints for the easel, sat in front of the easel and said softly and harmlessly, "I've painted my brother before, this time let's draw a kitten, shall we?"

Zhao Yichen protested in a low voice: "Zhao Damiao is next door—"

Lu Yan walked to the bed, took out a mouth ball and handed it to his mouth, and said softly, "Brother, open your mouth... cats can't talk—"

Zhao Yichen acted cute and begged for mercy: "Meow... I won't talk anymore... Is it okay to not contain it?"

Lu Yan still didn't move his mouth ball away, and gently stroked Zhao Yichen's smooth and delicate back with his palm, while coquettishly saying, "No... I want to see my brother hold it—"

Beauty is misleading, beauty is misleading——

The night was very quiet, except for the sound of paint being applied to the canvas, and the man's indistinct panting.

Even though they've slept together and been honest with each other.

Zhao Yichen still felt very shy, the red fruit was so rotten, his tail was still shaking because of the vibration, and he was excited by Lu Yan's gaze.

But his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't stop it. He could only pray that Lu Yan could paint faster, and faster.

When he felt like he was about to explode, he finally finished the painting.

Lu Yan began to enjoy his big meal.

For the first time, Zhao Yichen knew that his physique was not very strong, and he was made to pass out.

When he woke up the next day, his body was sore but dry. Lu Yan cleaned him up when he was unconscious.

Zhao Yichen sighed for his innocence, and silently warned himself not to judge people by their appearance in the future.

Lu Yan had already cooked the porridge, sat gently by the bed, and kissed the bedridden Zhao Yichen.

Zhao Yichen buried his head in the pillow and accused the other party: "You are a beast..."

Lu Yan stroked the other person's hair: "You say yes, get up, I'll make porridge for you—"

Zhao Yichen took a deep breath and prepared to get up, but was defeated by the pain in his waist, and he complained dejectedly: "My waist is about to break, I can't get up!"

Lu Yan chuckled: "I'll rub it for you—"

After speaking, he put his hand on Zhao Yichen's waist and rubbed it. Zhao Yichen calmed down, sat up, and left the room after washing.

He has no habit of eating in his room.

Lu Yan was very self-conscious. He put a cushion on for Zhao Yichen, served him porridge, and placed it in front of him.

Seeing the beautiful woman serving him on the saddle, Zhao Yichen lost his temper and ate his meal honestly.

After eating, he went to see Zhao Damiao again. Zhao Damiao was still sleeping, and Zhao Yichen was sure that he was not delusional. He was very sure now that Zhao Damiao had just grown in size.