Porcelain industry leader

When I went back to the bedroom just now, I didn't turn on the air conditioner, and after lying on the bed, I was so excited that I couldn't separate them, and they kept pestering each other endlessly. After the work, the two of them took a shower for nothing.

Song Yu lay flat on the bed, panting lowly as if he had just run a mile, his nose was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He turned his head to look at Gu Qingchi, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.

Gu Qingchi hooked Song Yu's little finger with his index finger, and his chest also rose and fell, "It's so hot."

Song Yu rolled half a circle, touched the remote control on the bedside table, turned on the air conditioner and rolled back, hooking Gu Qingchi's finger again.

Gu Qingchi turned to look at him, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Song Yu shrank his head to the side and hid, "The one you used to wipe my forehead!?"

"The new one has never been used!" Gu Qingchi raised the tissue in his hand, "I threw away the used one."

"Oh." Song Yu leaned his head, raised his hand and pushed his bangs back, the roots of his hair were already soaked.

"How often do you usually play?" Gu Qingchi asked casually when he had nothing to say.

"Follow the fate, when you're in the right mood, let's..." Song Yu couldn't help laughing, God knows why Gu Qingchi would ask such a silly question.

"When was the last time?" Gu Qingchi rolled up the tissue, raised his head and threw it into the trash can.

After thinking about it seriously, Song Yu couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "You're out of your mind, asking such a boring question."

Gu Qingchi laughed twice, turned his head and pinched his face, "Are you embarrassed to say that?"

"What about you?" Song Yu turned to look at him, "When was the last time?"

"When taking a shower in the afternoon." Gu Qingchi blurted out.

"Oh..." Song Yu didn't expect Gu Qingchi to be so straightforward, and the image of Gu Qingchi panting in the bathroom appeared in his mind, looking at the ceiling in embarrassment, and muttered softly, "I was the night before yesterday."

Gu Qingchi suddenly laughed out loud.

Song Yu's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me!?"

"I'm teasing you," Gu Qingchi rubbed Song Yu's head, still laughing, "I think you are so cute."

"Get lost!" Song Yu kicked him.

"Don't get lost," Gu Qingchi rolled over and wrapped his arms around his waist, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, "I like you."

After speaking, he kissed his lips again, "I like you so much, I like everything about you."

Song Yu looked up at him, with a smile that couldn't be hidden from the corner of his mouth.

When Gu Qingchi said this, his eyes seemed to sparkle, and ripples rippled around his chest.

He raised his two calves and tightened Gu Qingchi's legs tightly, and wrapped his arms around his lower back, tightening them with all his strength, as if he wanted to melt this person into the bone marrow.

"I like you too, the kind of liking that I want to be with you every second." Song Yu bit his shoulder.

Gu Qingchi pecked his shoulder twice, and the fruity scent on Song Yu's body always made him want to take a bite.

He thought for a long time before he found a description, "I'm the kind...willing to make you like the sweetest bite of watermelon."

Song Yu laughed twice, held his face in his hands, and stroked his chin back and forth with his fingertips, "Gu Qingchi... Thank you for being willing to stay with me."

"You're welcome." Gu Qingchi bowed his head and kissed him.

"Will you stay with me all the time?" Song Yu touched the small scar on his brow, "Will you stay with me no matter what happens?"

"Of course." Gu Qingchi pinched his little ears, for some reason, he always felt that Song Yu was quite insecure.

Song Yu stretched out his little finger, "Take a check, if you dare to break up with me one day, I will..."

"Just what?" Gu Qingchi hooked his little finger, pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

Song Yu twitched his lips and pinched Gu Qingchi's crotch lightly, "I broke your dick!"

"Ah... so fierce." Gu Qingchi buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, and smiled softly.

Song Yu rubbed the back of his head silly.

Probably because of family reasons, Song Yu never believed in love since he was a child, especially in this era of greed, he felt that he was suitable to die alone, without betrayal, without separation, even though he was lonely, at least it would not be painful.

But after meeting Gu Qingchi, he found that his thoughts had changed a lot.

He believes that there will always be such a person in this world, who is simple and kind, willing to share all the good things with him, and willing to stand up in times of crisis.

I also believe that there must be that kind of unswerving love in this world.

I believe that Gu Qingchi is that person.

Now that we are together, we have to trust each other.

"Go take a bath?" Song Yu touched Gu Qingchi's back, which was a little sticky.

"Together?" Gu Qingchi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"My legs are weak and I can't walk, you can wash it first, I want to take it easy." Song Yu put his legs down from Gu Qingchi's body.

"I'll hug you." Gu Qingchi rubbed his waist.

"Okay..." Song Yu felt joy in his heart, with an expression of "I really can't do anything with you" on his face, and wrapped his body around Gu Qingchi very honestly.

Gu Qingchi showed his big white teeth in a smile, and slowly propped up his hands from the mattress. After getting off the bed, he hugged Song Yu's back tightly, tilted his head, and kissed him twice on the lips.

The two rubbed and fiddled in the bathroom shamelessly, wasting water shamelessly.

"32, 33..." Song Yu turned around and looked at his back. After counting the little strawberries, he raised his voice and shouted, "Damn you, you planted more than 40 strawberries for me."

"If you think it's too little, I'll suck two more for you." Gu Qingchi touched Song Yu's inner thigh, "There's none here, I'll suck a heart shape for you."

Song Yu took a step back, and covered Gu Qingchi's mouth with his palm, "Why didn't I realize you were so perverted before?"

Gu Qingchi broke his hand away, "How can you call sex just for a kiss? I didn't kiss anyone else."

"Anyway, it's quite sexy." Song Yu turned off the shower, stepped on the carpet, and said shamelessly, "Sucking someone's thigh is sexy."

Gu Qingchi pursed his lips, "You said that you can suck wherever your clothes are blocking you."

"Anyway, you are perverted." Song Yu bent over to put on his underwear.

Gu Qingchi took the opportunity to pinch his buttocks, "I'm going to be crazy, what's the matter, if you're going to hate it, if you're disgusting, just drive me away."

"Ah! Gu Qingchi!" Song Yu laughed loudly, "You pervert, don't talk like me!"

Gu Qingchi hugged him from behind, kissed his neck, "You smell so good."

Song Yu felt his legs go weak again and wanted to kneel down directly.

The pervert was wearing a pair of underwear and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror to help Song Yu blow-dry his hair. Song Yu's hair was thin and soft, and it would almost dry with just blow-drying.

Song Yu sat on a chair, kept taking pictures in front of the mirror, picked a good-looking one and posted it on Moments, so that only he could see it.

Gu Qingchi scratched his hair, lowered his head and glanced at the screen, "Show me what you've posted?"

"I won't show it to you," Song Yu put the phone on his chest, "I'll take it out when we reach the seven-year itch, and have a taste of it."

"What is the seven-year itch?" Lu Qingchi turned off the hair dryer.

"It's just itchy..." Song Yu turned around and hugged Gu Qingchi's waist, and looked up at him, "Love has a shelf life, and it will enter a period of boredom in the seventh year, maybe we will dislike each other of."

"Every relationship will be like this?" Gu Qingchi was a little surprised.

"Hey, how can I tell you?" Song Yu scratched his waist, "Love is a thing, it has many periods, like we are now in the period of passionate love, and we can't wait to stick to each other. Later, the secretion of hormones decreased..."

"What are hormones?" Lu Qingchi blinked.

"Ah!!" Song Yu scratched his head, almost helpless, "I suddenly felt that the seven-year itch might not exist between the two of us."

"Why?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"I think you are my son." Song Yu poked Gu Qingchi's lower abdomen and laughed, "You ask me why why why why every day? You have so many questions to ask every day, I can't do without you."

"You are a person who cooks rice cakes and pots until they become one, you can't do without me." Lu Qingchi rubbed his head, bowed his head and kissed him.

Song Yu raised his head and laughed twice, got up and jumped onto Gu Qingchi's back, his feet dangling in the air, "Get up and go back to the palace, I'm a little sleepy."

"Hey." Gu Qingchi bent slightly, hugged his legs, and rushed to the bedroom.

Song Yu lay on the bed and checked Weibo, Gu Qingchi picked up the clothes on the floor, and when he threw them on the bed, a button flew out and fell to the ground.

Only then did he remember that he seemed to be a little rough when he took off Song Yu's clothes just now, and the buttons were all pulled away.

Gu Qingchi lay on the carpet and looked under the bed, trying to find the remaining buttons.

Song Yu climbed to the edge of the bed and looked down, and couldn't help but slapped his buttocks, "What are you looking for? You lost money?"

"Buttons." Gu Qingchi reached out and fished out the two buttons under the bed, took a look under the light and found that one of them was a coin, "Huh? You still have money under the bed."

"If you look for it again, maybe you can find the treasure." Song Yu said with a smile while shaking his calf.

"It's gone, I figured it out." Gu Qingchi put the buttons he picked up on the bedside table, "Do you have any sewing?"

"Why are you sewing for me!?" Song Yu was shocked, "You know how to sew!?"

"Shouldn't you just put it through the eyelet twice, what's so surprising about it." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu dug out the needle and thread from the closet and handed it to him.

"Your house actually has needles and threads?" Gu Qingchi was also quite surprised, he just said that casually, and he planned to go out and buy a needles and thread tomorrow.

"To tell you the truth, I can sew clothes, and I can also step on the sewing machine." Song Yu hugged the pillow and laughed wildly after finishing speaking.

"Really?" Gu Qingchi also laughed, he really couldn't connect the sewing machine with Song Yu.

"Really," Song Yu rubbed his sore cheeks, "When I was a child, my grandmother often made clothes for others to make money. There was a pedal-style sewing machine at home. She made clothes next to her, and I sat on the side doing my homework. I just learned it by watching, and I sewed this pillow myself." Song Yu patted the whale pillow on his chest.

"Wow," Gu Qingchi's eyes widened in surprise, "Then you really are... a genius."

"You're kidding," Song Yu laughed with his neck raised, "It's so deceiving."

Gu Qingchi pursed his lips, squatted under the desk lamp, concentrated on threading the needle and sewing buttons, and swore in his heart that he would never be so rough next time.

I must have drunk too much fake wine today...

Also blame Song Yu's waist for being too soft and his skin too slippery...

I just want to kiss in the arms of the circle of people, I want to kiss everywhere.

How could I become like this! ?

Hey.

Really perverted.

Song Yu couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and secretly took a photo of a button sewed on Dahua's arm and posted it in Moments.

"I picked up a human treasure, meow."

Gu Qingchi bit off the end of the thread and handed the pajamas to Song Yu.

Song Yu raised his hand to take it, but Gu Qingchi took it away again.

"Why?" Song Yu asked.

"Why don't you wear it?" Gu Qingchi got into bed, and put his arms around Song Yu's smooth back, "I want to sleep with you in my arms."

"Gu Qingchi, you were not like this before." Song Yu raised his head and looked at him through his nostrils.

"I am the real me now," Gu Qingchi squeezed towards Song Yu, "I want to hug my sleek little boyfriend to sleep."

"Have you let yourself go completely?" Song Yu laughed, and Gu Qingchi's fingers gently grabbed his back, which was crispy and itchy, but extremely comfortable.

"Well," Gu Qingchi extended his arms to turn off the desk lamp, lowered his head and kissed Song Yu's face, "Good night baby."

Song Yu wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his forehead against his neck, "Good night, daughter-in-law."

"Call me husband." Gu Qingchi retorted.

"Daughter-in-law." Song Yu spoke confidently.

Gu Qingchi's palm slid to his waist and began to tickle him.

Song Yu's muscles tensed instantly, and under Gu Qingchi's brutal offensive, he laughed until he burst into tears.

He gasped for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Well," Gu Qingchi's fingers were still resting on his waist, "call again."

Song Yu felt that as a husband, he should pamper his wife and let him have a good time, so he followed his wishes and said sweetly: "Good night, husband."

Gu Qingchi replied "Good night" absent-mindedly, the corners of his mouth almost curled up to the sky.