stop, don't move

Qiao Le thought that Wen Shiyan was deliberately teasing him, but Wen Shiyan didn't say anything to embarrass him, but just asked him to sit down and eat, while Wen Shiyan sat across from him and stared at him.

Qiao Le didn't know what was good about him, but Wen Shiyan's gaze was like a needle prick. Qiao Le kept his head down and ate carefully, and didn't look up at him again.

I don't know when, Qiao Le began to avoid looking at Wen Shiyan. Wen Shiyan looked at him like a poisoned blade, just being looked at by him, Qiao Le felt uncomfortable, Wen Shiyan never would hide his dislike of himself.

Qiao Le didn't know the taste, so he put down the bowl after a few mouthfuls.

"Too little, eat more," Wen Shiyan's voice sounded, and couldn't help softening his voice, "You don't want to see how thin you are."

"I'm stuffed."

Qiao Le didn't move, she looked down at the bottom of her clean bowl.

"Didn't you still say don't waste it just now? Now that you come to me, you have changed your position?"

Wen Shiyan seemed to be deliberately against Qiao Le, and asked after him.

"Mr. Wen himself likes to waste too much?" Qiao Le raised his head with no expression on his face, "And I can have it for lunch tomorrow."

Wen Shiyan stood up suddenly, his expressionless face seemed to sink, Qiao Le lowered his head again, wondering if he had talked too much, Wen Shiyan approached slowly, Qiao Le clenched his hands tightly.

He knows what to do after dinner.

"Why are you so afraid of me? Wasn't it very ostentatious when you negotiated with me before? What are you doing now?"

Wen Shiyan lifted Qiao Le's chin and looked down at him.

"I'm afraid you're not good? Men don't all like the feeling of others submitting to themselves."

Qiao Le lowered his eyelids, he can't say because I'm just your lover, because I'm so humble.

Wen Shiyan's thumb gently stroked Qiao Le's lips. Qiao Le's lips were pale, like peach blossoms that were about to wither. Now Qiao Le was always so lifeless when he spoke, which made him inexplicably irritable.

"Qiao Le, you are also a man, do you like this feeling too?"

Qiao Le felt that Wen Shiyan's question was like a trap. His current situation couldn't match that state, so Qiao Le directly chose to shut up.

"Do you want me to submit to you?"

"..."

"Qiao Le, talk, I don't like you using silence to perfuse me."

Qiao Le shook his head, opened Wen Shiyan's hand, and slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were as quiet as water, Qiao Le's thin lips parted slightly, and said softly, "Can I not do it tonight?"

Hearing Qiao Le's words, Wen Shiyan couldn't help laughing, the smile was fleeting, Wen Shiyan bent down, and his lips slowly approached Qiao Le. The latter closed his eyes, but the imaginary kiss did not fall.

"Why do you have such a strong smell of oily smoke? Did you cook for others?"

Qiao Le opened his eyes, and saw Wen Shiyan's eyes were scrutinizing. He was startled, and hurriedly explained: "It's the neighbor's daughter, I..."

"Wash yourself clean, and wash it outside next time you come home with a smell of oily smoke."

Wen Shiyan was not interested in listening to Qiao Le's explanation, so he interrupted him unhappily, and went upstairs to his room.

Qiao Le breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the closed door for a long time before getting up to pack the dishes. He was no longer surprised by Wen Shiyan's weird temper.

Qiao Le found that he adapted quickly to the new life, mint-flavored shower gel, no underwear under the bathrobe, and throwing off the slippers before entering the house...

Like a concubine waiting to be favored.

Qiao Le was shocked by this description, and went to bed honestly. Wen Shiyan was working in his nightgown and holding a notebook. The thin silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose gave him the feeling of a business elite.

Seeing Qiao Le come in, Wen Shiyan put the notebook aside, Qiao Le walked over obediently, and stood in front of Wen Shiyan.

Wen Shiyan admired Qiao Le Ruyu's collarbone carefully, grabbed Qiao Le's arm and brought it into his arms. Qiao Le let out a low cry of fright, and Wen Shiyan directly sealed his lips.

Qiao Le was no longer as dumb as last time, and knew how to respond a little bit. His lips and tongue were entangled, and a low gasp sounded. Wen Shiyan let go of Qiao Le's red lips, and licked Qiao Le's collarbone down his neck. , teeth grinding lightly, leaving a tooth mark on it.

Wen Shiyan let go of Qiao Le, and looked at the mark he left with satisfaction.

Qiao Le's rapid breathing was still not calm, his chest was still heaving greatly, and he looked at Wen Shiyan suspiciously.

"Don't you want to do it? What is this seductive appearance doing now?"

Qiao Le broke away from Wen Shiyan with a blushing face, and couldn't help showing a little joy.

Seeing him like this, Wen Shiyan couldn't help joking: "It's because I'm not good at technology, why are you so happy?"

"I do not……"

"If you think I'm not good, I can help you find a next home at any time."

Wen Shiyan picked up the notebook again, Qiao Le's face turned pale instantly, and the original charming atmosphere seemed to have been frozen, Qiao Le looked at the man who was uttering evil words, clenched his fists and walked back to the bed in a nonchalant manner.

He understood that Wen Shiyan likes to tease him like this, suddenly give him a good face, give him a special shot to make him happy, and then send him to hell with one sentence, just like teasing a pet, no matter what It depends on his own mood.