contract lover

Shen Siming said that if he didn't touch Xue Chen, he wouldn't touch Xue Chen. After waiting for so many years, he didn't mind waiting a little longer. He had a feeling that Xue Chen wouldn't let him wait too long.

After returning home, Xue Chen took clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, Shen Siming was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Xue Chen sat down beside him while brushing his hair, "What are you watching?"

"TV drama." Shen Siming pointed to the costume drama that was playing on TV, "I've seen this actor before."

"Really?" Xue Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "You're not handsome."

Shen Siming laughed, "I didn't praise him for being handsome, I had dinner at the same table with him, and he looked only in his twenties in real life, much younger than on TV."

"Tsk tsk, it's nice to be young, and there are people who praise it."

Shen Siming turned to look at Xue Chen, Xue Chen was wiping his hair with his head tilted, his slightly long black hair was messed up with a large towel, making him look a little silly.

Shen Siming grabbed the towel and shook it, put it on his head and rubbed it lightly, and muttered, "Just say it when you're jealous."

"Who is jealous? Let me tell the truth. Who doesn't like young and beautiful people?" 18-year-old girls, 18-year-old middle-aged men like 28-year-old girls, 18-year-olds, 38-year-olds, and 18-year-olds, even if they are 48 years old, all men like 58-year-old girls. So there is nothing wrong with you liking young ones."

Shen Siming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't know why the topic had developed in such a weird direction, and said quietly: "I don't like girls."

"Oh, the same is true for liking men."

The conversation couldn't go on, but one thing that made Shen Siming very happy was that Xue Chen was jealous.

After brushing his hair for a while, it was almost dry, and Shen Siming combed it gently with his fingers.Xue Chen's hair was very thin and soft, and when his fingers slid through the hair, he felt a different kind of heartbeat.

Shen Siming liked to touch his hair very much, and Xue Chen seemed to enjoy it too, squinting like a satisfied kitten.

The atmosphere was so good, Shen Siming was a little distracted, and leaned up to kiss the top of his head, the fragrance of shampoo lingered on the tip of his nose, he sniffed, and moved his lips to his face uncontrollably.

Xue Chen didn't hide until his warm lips touched the skin in front of his ears, and even turned his head to facilitate his movements.Encouraged, Shen Siming raised her hand to caress his cheek, turned his face to her side, and put her lips on his.

After waiting for a while, Xue Chen didn't push him away, and Shen Siming couldn't wait to stick out the tip of his tongue and squeeze it into the gap between the lips, licking up and down between the slightly opened teeth until he forced out the little tongue hidden in the innermost part.Little Tongue hesitated at first, playing and chasing after him not to be outdone by his teasing.

Shen Siming put one arm around Xue Chen's waist, and inserted his other hand into the hair behind his head, completely grasping the posture, confining Xue Chen in his arms.

Xue Chen's breath was a little unsteady from being kissed, and the gasping sound gradually increased, even moaning faintly. Shen Siming let go of his lips, and the lips gradually moved down from the corners of his lips to the side of his neck on the skin.

Xue Chen froze for a moment, then gave him a slight push, "Don't do that."

Shen Siming hugged him hard, buried his face in the crook of his neck and inhaled hard, with a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

Time makes people change, even the people who are around and watch every day will change.

Shen Siming knew that Xue Chen was not the same as when he first met a few years ago. Maybe it was because he had grown up and matured, and he had more worries. An instinctive protective shell.

After all, I still didn't give him enough sense of security.

Shen Siming knew that if he wanted to completely get this person, he had to break the shell with his own hands.

Xue Chen withdrew from Shen Siming's embrace, and changed the channel as if nothing had happened, "Go wash up and go to bed early, I will be on day shift tomorrow."

"Okay." Shen Siming replied.

When Shen Siming came out of the shower, the TV and headlights in the living room had been turned off, only the faint light in the bedroom.

When Shen Siming walked into the bedroom, Xue Chen had already fallen asleep with his back facing him, so half of the bed was vacated for him. He closed the door, threw the towel to wipe his hair aside, turned off the lamp on the wall, lifted the quilt and got into bed. go in.

The air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, and the two of them covered a quilt without feeling too hot. Shen Siming hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted Xue Chen's head and put it in his arms. He imprisoned him in his arms.

Xue Chen didn't move, neither did Shen Siming. After a while, Xue Chen turned around, found a comfortable position in his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and squeezed his legs between his. .The two entangled in an intimate pose, yet did nothing.

I don’t know since when, the two of them have often slept together in this position for many years, but nothing happened. It wasn’t that Shen Siming didn’t want to, or Xue Chen didn’t want to, it’s because they lacked someone to do something right and proper. opportunity.

Shen Siming knew that Xue Chen hadn't thought it through yet, and Xue Chen felt that Shen Siming was not enough for him to surrender his body and mind, so he delayed it all the time. Fortunately, both of them were calm enough. For so many years, neither of them had ever been impulsive, even if impulsive I also endured it, so I didn't mess things up.

"When are you leaving?" Xue Chen asked in the darkness.

"Tomorrow at noon." Shen Siming replied.

Xue Chen was silent, and after a while, he said, "Shen Siming, how long have you been back this time?"

"20 days." Shen Siming said.

"Oh." Xue Chen said.

If not necessary, Shen Siming would come here for ten days a month, and would leave as soon as the ten days came. As for the 20 days he left, Xue Chen didn't know where he was or what he was doing. Time doesn't tell, he doesn't talk about Xue Chen and doesn't ask, the two of them are like a weekend couple, except for the ten days together, the rest of the days are separate.

"Why don't you ask me what I'm doing when I go back?" Shen Siming asked.

"What are you going back for?" Xue Chen asked.

"Go back and explain to my dad."

"Explain what?"

"I won't marry a woman. What I like is a man, what I like is you, and... I want to move the headquarters of the western restaurant here, and I will live here often in the future."

Xue Chen didn't speak for a long time again. After a long time, Shen Siming thought he had fallen asleep. He heard Xue Chen say: "Then can I still eat authentic capital roast duck in the future?"

Shen Siming hugged him tightly, "Yes, I'll invite the roast duck master from the capital over, and you can eat it whenever you want."

"Shen Siming," Xue Chen said, "If you're with me, you can't go back on your word. If you dare to forgive me, I'll put you in a roast duck oven and roast you to death."

Shen Siming laughed, "Okay, if I'm sorry for you, I won't complain no matter how much you let me die."

He kissed Xue Chen's hair forcefully, "Did you promise me?"

Xue Chen's mouth and nose were covered by him on his chest, and he struggled a bit, "Not yet, wait until you come back from the capital in 20 days."