Museum of the Dead

"Boss..." Seeing Yin Luan's eyes on the clothes on his body, Fei Yan said a little embarrassedly, "Then what... I don't know where my pajamas are? After I came out of the bathroom, all that was left I don't know who it is, but I...I can't... naked..."

Fei Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, and his face burned when he heard the other party's faint "um".

What the hell did he say?Why do you need to explain this to the curator?The more I explain, the darker it gets...

Fei Yan coughed a few times, trying to make his expression more comfortable, but his red ears had already betrayed him.

"Boss, what's the matter?" You came to me so late because you wanted to have sex with me... Bah!

Fei Yan hurriedly blocked such thoughts. The curator is such a decent person, he can't think him so dirty.

Young people are still too naive.

Yin Luan looked normal, and the two of them kept a normal distance.He pretended to think: "Maybe it was Qibao playing tricks."

Qibao is playing hide and seek with other little ghosts: "..."

It was used by the boss to block the gun.

"Seven Treasures?" Fei Yan asked, "What is that?"

Yin Luan replied: "There are ten little ghosts who have been here for a long time, ranging from one treasure to ten treasures."

Fei Yan: "..."

Fei Yan rubbed his nose: "I see...but the name is cute, can I see it?" He remembered the little ghosts he saw from the window on the second floor last time, and guessed that one of them might be Qibao .

Yin Luan pointed to the window: "It usually likes to lie on the window."

"Is that so." Fei Yan became more and more curious. The curtains in his room were drawn, so he couldn't see what was going on outside.

As soon as he took a few steps forward, Yin Lu Anyi grabbed his wrist.

The young man had just taken a shower, his hair was half-dried and stuck to his cheeks, making his chin even sharper.The skin being held was extremely slippery, and Yin Luan quickly let go of it.

Fei Yan was puzzled, stared at the other party and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Luan looked at his hair, "It's blown dry."

"It's okay... I just wipe it off and then--" Before he finished speaking, Fei Yan felt his head was warm--

The curator put his hands on it, and the continuous heat radiated out, and his hair was steamed dry after a while.

"Done it?" Fei Yan was surprised, he plucked his head, and his hair was almost dry. Unexpectedly, the curator has the effect of a humanoid hair dryer.

"Yeah." Yin Luan kissed his hair lightly, "Good night."

Before Fei Yan could speak properly, the curator disappeared with a whoosh.

Fei Yan: "..." So this person came to his house in the middle of the night just to blow his hair?Is it because I think too much or I am not attractive enough?

I can't keep my boyfriend...

Feeling a little frustrated, Fei Yan turned off the lights heavily, and got into bed directly to recharge his batteries.

The quilt is very comfortable, with a smell of the sun.Covering his head, Fei Yan took a deep breath and didn't bother to move anymore.

It's good to live, just for the soft bed after taking a bath, and the middle bite of half a watermelon in summer, I have to live well.

Fei Yan thought a lot about what he would do if he survived.

First of all, he has to resign from Lao Diao's job. Lao Diao is a very nice person, a teacher and a friend, but now he can no longer get the value of self-improvement from this job.

What about after resignation?what to do?

He hasn't figured it out yet, but there are many things he can do.

For example, travel.He has been to very few places, and he has saved some money in the past two years. Although it is not much, it is more than enough for a trip abroad.

Where are you going?Fei Yan thought, what place would Yin Luan like?Is it the beach or the rainforest?Do you like attractions or food?

After thinking like this for half an hour, Fei Yan couldn't fall asleep at all.

After tossing and turning, he muttered, "What is my boyfriend doing now?"

What is the curator doing now?Are you asleep or not?If you haven't slept, what are you thinking about?Will you miss me?

If I fell asleep, would I be in my dream?

Fei Yan sighed—he really wanted to go to the curator's dream.

He got up, touched his phone in the dark, opened WeChat, and after thinking about it, he finally sent a message to Yin Lu'an.

【have you slept? 】

Well, do these two have to start every conversation with this kind of conversation?

There was a quick reply.

[Didn't sleep. 】

The news came sooner than Fei Yan expected. He had no hope that the other party would reply tonight, so he really didn't know what to reply to him at this moment.

what?

Ask him "Why don't you go to bed" or "Go to bed and good night"?

Fei Yan was very entangled, and suddenly the phone rang again.

【What's wrong】

In fact, the two live next door, and the balconies are connected.But although the two have established a relationship, the actual progress is still in the ambiguous period——

So it's still like two adults with social phobia who only dare to text and chat with each other.

Fei Yan stared at the three words sent by the other party for a long time. After 2 minutes passed, he deleted, deleted, deleted and deleted in the dialog box, and finally sent out his truth.

【Can't sleep】

[This black light is blind, the thief fucking wants to kiss you]

After Fei Yan sent this text message, he felt that his whole body was on fire. Could it be that he was too unreserved?Does the curator think he is too arrogant and unrestrained?

In fact, he has already felt that Yin Lu'an has a stale taste in his bones. Although he looks young, his actions and words will inadvertently reveal some ancient flavors.

The other party never replied to WeChat, Fei Yan was a little nervous: Did Yin Luan see the text message?Is there something I didn't see or did I see it and didn't reply?

Fei Yan was a little frustrated and annoyed, so he would not have posted it if he had known.

He lifted the quilt and prepared to go to the balcony to blow some air. His heart was too restless and uneasy, so he calmed down first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I put on my slippers, I heard someone knocking on the glass of the balcony.

"Could it be Qibao?" Fei Yan followed the three-person group of ghosts, and he had already grown his courage. He walked to the balcony in two or three steps, and opened the curtains, only to find that the person knocking on the door was——

"Boss?"

Yin Luan was standing on the balcony with the moonlight behind his back, no one could see clearly that his deep eyes were full of desire/thoughts.

Fei Yan's eyes widened, and he also wondered why the other party suddenly appeared here. He just sent those two text messages and got no reply, so it was very embarrassing to face the other party at this time.

But you can't make people stand all the time, so they open the balcony and ask each other, "Why are you on the balcony—ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was firmly pressed against the wall by Yin Luan.

Only then did he see clearly that Yin Luan's neck was full of veins, and there were some emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"You..." As soon as Fei Yan opened his mouth, Yin Lu'an blocked his mouth.

Master Curator, you are kissing yourself, or when you are sober!

Yin Lu'an's kiss was aggressive and forceful. He didn't know the technique, he only knew how to suck, bite, and grind those two pink, moist and soft lips.

"Hmm... woo..." Fei Yan was held there immobile, he felt like a fish on the shore, and like a tree in the desert.

He had never experienced such an experience, he didn't know how to breathe, he couldn't breathe at all, and his eyes were quickly covered with mist.

Just when Fei Yan felt that he was about to suffocate, Yin Luan finally let go of him. Fei Yan was gasping for breath, his legs were trembling, and he stayed on the ground only by leaning on the opponent.

"You...you..." Fei Yan panted for a long time, his lips were blushing from the suction, his eyes were full of tears, and finally he didn't ask.

Yin Lu'an held his face with both hands, and light kisses fell densely on the other's face, eyebrows, eyes, trembling eyelashes, handsome nose, small chin——

He painted Fei Yan's eyebrows and eyes with his lips, and it was deeply imprinted in his heart.

The curator raised his hand, and the floor lamp by the bed went out immediately. The room was pitch black, and the two could only look at each other by the moonlight.

"The black light is blind, I want to kiss you more than you want to kiss me." Yin Luan pointed the tip of his nose to Fei Yan's, and the two breaths were intertwined, and all the heat hit each other's face, and the nasal cavity was full of each other. breath.

"I really want to." After Yin Lu'an said these three words, he kissed each other again.

Poor Xiao Feiyan, who hasn't recovered yet, and is hit by sugar-coated bullets and sweet words, can't tell the difference between the world and the north, and can only be at the mercy of the other party.

Yin Luan made an inch of progress, took a few bites on his chin, and then began to bite Fei Yan's neck.

"Hmm...you take it easy..." Fei Yan panted, pushing him in a daze. Of course, his strength at this time was limp, which added to the mood.

It's good that he didn't speak, but as soon as these vibratos came out, the curator became more excited, his breathing became thicker/heavier, and his hands began to be dishonest, and he groped in along the hem of the white shirt.

Fei Yan is very thin, but his body is covered with a thin layer of muscle, which is very elastic and feels good in the hand. The curator couldn't put it down, and his hands wandered/walked wantonly on him.

"Hmm..." Fei Yan trembled suddenly, just now Yin Lu'an touched some point on him, which made him feel weak all over, and he couldn't help but make a sound when he couldn't stand up.

After hearing this voice, Yin Lu'an couldn't stop his hands. Not only that, he also pressed his body tightly against Fei Yan.

Fei Yan froze instantly: "..."

Boss, you... are hard.

Then he found that he was also hard.

The weather is good at night; the location is good, there is a bed;

Well, it's time for the next step.

Fei Yan was suddenly picked up horizontally, and from the distance from the balcony to the bed, he could feel the thing under the other person hitting him again and again, as hot as iron.

It feels...it seems to be more than eighteen centimeters...

Fei Yan pondered in his mind, is it going to be a violent storm or a bloodbath?

Some are afraid, and some are looking forward to it.

He likes Yin Lu'an, when his feelings are reciprocated, when the atmosphere is up, other things will take their course.

Yin Lu'an gently put him back on the bed, and then covered him with the quilt.

Wait a minute... covered with a quilt?

Quilt?

The script is wrong!

Afterwards, Yin Luan kissed him on the forehead and said with a low voice, "Good night."

The curator left behind a handsome and aggressive figure, and even closed the glass door of the balcony intimately.

Only Fei Yan was left in a mess in the bed: "..."

This fucking... is it over?What about my eighteen centimeters?

Fuck!Fei Yan was tightly wrapped, his body temperature even scalded the quilt, and his lower body hadn't recovered yet, so the instigator just...gone?

I didn't wear any pants, so you just left?

Fei Yan wanted to growl in his heart, big brother...it's not good for your health if you go back so hard?

But the kiss just now, he is shy when he thinks about it now.

He took a few deep breaths, but the evil fire in his heart still couldn't be suppressed.

"Alas..." Fei Yan sighed for a long time, "You don't want to go to bed until you get married!"

Then fuck it!

After a long time, Fei Yan finally calmed down. Only the bracelet still radiated heat from his whole body.

Could it be that the curator... Fei Yan raised his eyebrows, his staying power is really good.

Thinking like this, he curled the corner of his mouth and cursed: "Damn Mensao."

The author has something to say:

Yan Yan: When you come out like this, I almost wilt... Could it be that I can't do it?

Curator: You will know if I can do it later.

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