The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 29

After taking a shower, Chu Xijin wiped his hair and stood a few steps away, stroking the back of He Nian carefully with his eyes.

He felt that his little lover was growing up, began to care about him, wanted to be good to him, and even showed his emotions, unconsciously longing for him...

The porridge was cooking on the fire, and soon a faint fragrance came.

It was too late, and I was worried that it would be difficult to digest during the New Year, so I cooked stomach-nourishing dishes, including stir-fried pork with green beans, broccoli in soup, and stir-fried fungus with yam. They were all simple home-cooked dishes.

He turned around unprepared to avoid bumping into a strong chest. The neckline of his nightgown was wide open, and the undulating lines of the chest muscles could be seen.

Chu Xijin put his hands on the cooking table, trapping the person in his arms.

After celebrating the New Year, he leaned on the cooking table with his lower back. He lowered his head and saw the long and powerful hands. The joints and wrist bones were clearly shaped like water chestnuts, and the raised blue blood vessels were visible on the back of the hands.

The hormonal scent of a mature man hits his face, carrying indescribable desires.

Some inappropriate images came into his mind. He New Year's face turned red and his heart was filled with embarrassment. During his movements, his forehead hit the man's chin. He swallowed his saliva and whispered:

"Sir, the fire is still on..."

In the pot is broccoli, which is simmering over low heat.

Chu Xijin hummed lazily, with a hint of exhaustion in his low and hoarse voice. She had no intention of letting him go, and even turned her head to sniff his hair and fiddle with it.

He Nian straightened his back due to stimulation, and a tingling sensation crept up his spine. He wanted to turn around and turn off the fire, but the man restrained him even tighter, and his hips slammed against the cooking table.

There was a muffled sound.

"hiss!"

He Nian gasped in pain, and the charming atmosphere was broken a bit. The man's tall body covered him, and warm breath came from his ears. Chu Xijin took a deep breath and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

"No, it's okay..."

The broccoli for soup was cooked, and the power was turned off with a beep. He Nian turned around again, their legs almost overlapped, and he looked at the man's handsome and gloomy face, the light green in his eyes. , the fatigue between the brows.

He thought, Mr. must be working very hard.

In New Year greetings, despite his violent heartbeat, he took the initiative to approach, like a timid and beautiful kitten, and gently pressed his head against the man's chest. His round toes curled up and loosened due to nervousness, and so on.

He dared to take the initiative to get in touch with her, which really attracted people's love.

However, now is not the time.

Chu Xijin's eyes fell on the tips of his red-hot ears. He hugged her tightly into his arms, bent down and buried his head in He Nian's shoulder. He clasped his thin waist with both hands, and his neck tendons bulged patiently and clearly. .

Want to absorb more.

The silk pajamas were too thin, and the hot and direct touch made both of them tremble at the same time, and the hug became the sweetest torture.

He had no other intention in celebrating the New Year, he just felt sorry for the tired man in front of him. He completely relaxed his body, nestled obediently in his husband's arms and whispered:

"Sir, I cooked porridge to nourish the stomach. It contains red dates, lotus seeds, and a few longans..."

Chu Xijin smiled with a smile on his face, as if he had released the battery a little, and asked in a warm voice:

"How are you at school these days, are you used to it?"

"It's pretty good. The teachers and classmates are very good. I just took a long break from school and forgot a lot of knowledge. In the exam, I was only good at English, but not much else..."

"It's okay. There's still a lot of time. If you don't know how, I can teach you."

"Really......"

It was dark outside the window, and it was already half past one in the morning. Only the street lights were still on, and the food was placed on the dining table. It looked particularly warm under the warm light.

He Nian was not hungry at all. He was holding a glass of milk and sipping on it. He kept secretly glancing at the man opposite him with the tail of his eyes, his thoughts already drifting to outer space.

My husband is so kind, it would be great if I could have it all by myself...

The ideas in his little mind became more and more wild, and he even had an idea.

Thirty-six Strategies - Boil Mr. Warm Water.

It still takes a lot of effort.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Chu Xijin thought he was sleepy, so he put down his chopsticks and said softly: "You don't have to wait for me, just go and rest."

"okay."

He Nian reacted slowly and pursed his lips. He promised well, but he sat still. He glanced at the familiar packaging box on the long table in the living room, and his eyes lit up.

I don't know what kind of snack it is.

But he only glanced at it a few times and quickly looked away.

All the little moves were visible to everyone, Chu Xijin said with a smile:

"Custard cake has only one day of shelf life."

He Nian blinked and realized that he bought it for himself. He stood up and ran over to take the box back to the dining table.

There are four flavors in it, two pieces of each.

The texture is very soft and glutinous, and the liquid filling has a rich milky flavor with a hint of salted egg yolk. It's not greasy at all. Happy New Year:

"Sir, it's delicious! Do you want to eat it?"

Chu Xijin refused and watched him destroy most of it in one go, then covered the rest again and put it in the refrigerator.

Greedy little cat.