Stand-in Relationship - Chap 131

At this moment, the youth was gazing at himself tenderly, with a smile in those good-looking peach blossom eyes, exactly the same as in his memory.

The youth was leaning against the sink, the shirt on his body still loose, a large part of his collarbone was exposed, the hem of the shirt just covered the root of his thighs, nothing could be covered under the shirt.

“Yanyan.” He Yang walked forward, his voice still a little hoarse, “Put your clothes on.”

He Yang came in front of the youth, intending to fasten the buttons on the youth’s shirt.

Only when He Yang was tying the buttons, the youth was stretching out his hand, holding He Yang’s hand.

“Sir.” The youth leaned forward slightly and his body almost pressed against the man’s, asking softly, “Does sir not like me like this?”

The youth tilted his head slightly, and because he had just finished his bath, his face was still flushed, and his lips were also very red, which made him look extraordinarily attractive.

He Yang looked at the youth in his arms and couldn’t help but reach out, taking off the youth’s thin-rimmed glasses and looking into those familiar peach blossom eyes.

He Liked it.

Still, He Yang moved his eyes away, casually placed the glasses on the sink, touched the youth’s back and patted him gently, whispering, “It’s okay, don’t play with it.”

He Yang touched the youth’s head and felt the coolness coming from his hand, frowning slightly, he said out loud, “The hair isn’t even blow-dried.”

But the youth was lazily leaning in the man’s arms, his hands also wrapped around the man’s waist, “Then sir help me.”

The youth’s voice was still soft, as if he was being pampered.

He Yang’s eyes instantly darkened and the knot in his throat rolled up and down.

“Stand still.” He Yang moved the hand on his own waist and took the hair dryer next to him again, helping to blow his hair.

And the youth stood quietly, his head slightly bowed.

Soon, the hair was blow-dried.

He Yang put the hair dryer aside, and when he inadvertently lowered his head, he suddenly glanced at the youth’s lower body and found that he was not even wearing any underwear.

He Yang asked, “Where did you put your underwear?”

But the youth shook his head, “I didn’t take them.”

The youth leaned forward again, and with a smile on his face, hugged the man’s waist and asked again, “Do you like it, sir?”

He Yang’s breathing was a little rough and heavy, but he still kept the last trace of sanity and slightly increased his tone: “Yanyan, don’t make trouble.”

The youth froze, the hand on the man’s waist unconsciously dropping down, and said softly, “Sir, I’m not making trouble…..”

The youth lowered his eyes, the look on his face was still a little lost.

He Yang instantly reacted, leaned down and put one hand on the back of the youth’s waist, the other hand also touched the side of the youth’s face and explained, “I didn’t mean that.”

“Mr……” the youth opened his eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes wet, looking exceptionally pitiful.

The youth reached out, grabbed the corner of the man’s coat and said meekly, “I have….. been very good.”