"Hmm, it hurts ......"

"Baby, ......"

Sweet lips, soft body.

and the hearty comfort after his uncontrollable impulse.

When he woke up from the dream, Jun Moting had an indescribable joy.

It's as if the depression that has been suffocating in my heart for a long time has been relieved all at once.

But in an instant, when he noticed that somewhere in his body was wet and sticky and hot, making people feel uncomfortable, Jun Moting realized what was happening.

Damn, he's actually dreaming?

Turning his head to look, the curtains flickered, and the morning light shimmered.

And this is clearly not his room.

Turning his head stiffly, his side was empty, Jun Moting sat up and returned to his room almost embarrassed.

Hot water spilled from his head, and Jun Moting, who finally woke up, was full of damn dreams.

The woman in the dream could not see her face clearly.

But he could be sure it was a woman.

Red lips, beautiful butterfly valley, slender waist.

And the murmuring "Hmm, pain" is even more obvious girlish shyness.

Jun Moting, who noticed the abnormality of his body, just glanced down, and in his eyes, a touch of embarrassment appeared again.

He just thought about it, and his body reacted so much?

It's terrible!

Reaching out to mix the cold water, Jun Moting exhaled a long breath.

It was as if he wanted to exhale all the fiery desires and desires in his heart with that breath.

Going downstairs again, I heard a small cheerful voice in the dining room.

Jun Moting was stunned.

Last night, he went to Qin Ye's room by mistake and had another dream.

Qin Ye, will you notice something?

There was a flash of embarrassment in his eyes, Jun Moting turned around and planned to leave, but before he could move, he was discovered by the sharp-eyed Qin Shuyi, "Moting, it's time for breakfast......"

"Oh."

In response, Jun Moting entered the restaurant.

It was facing the young man's unhappy complaint.

"Brother, how much wine did you drink last night? I went to the wrong room again, and I had nowhere to go, so I squeezed in with Xiaoxiao all night. ”

"Sorry......"

Jun Moting's voice was slightly hoarse, "I've slept together for so long, I'm used to it." ”

"You, drink less wine in the future."

Saying angrily, replacing the coffee prepared for him with milk, Qin Shuyi looked back at Qin Ye, "You too, your brother goes to your room, you won't go to his room to sleep?" ”

"I ......"

What if he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that something is wrong and runs back to his room?

Finally got out of danger, and then sent himself to bed with him?

Qin Ye rolled his eyes angrily, "Forget it, I'll remember to lock the door in the future." ”

In an instant, he felt the cold air coming from the man's body, Qin Ye raised his chin unadmittedly, "When you slept well, you were thrown a woman full of alcohol by your side, can you stand it?" ”

"Alright, alright......"

Seeing that it was early in the morning, the two brothers were not on the right track again, and Qin Shuyi hurriedly started a round.

Like a little treasure, he pushed his painting in front of Jun Moting's eyes, "Daddy, the teacher said that I drew well and rewarded me with a little red tweed." ”

"Little is the best!"

Boasting in passing, Jun Moting looked down.

With just one glance, there was a momentary stiffness in the body.

Blue sky, white clouds and green grass, on the long track, is a three-seater roller coaster.

There are two big and one small, and the three of them only have their backs, and they can clearly see that the little girl is holding two small pinchs.

The person on the left looks like his father, with a broad and majestic back.

And the slender person on the right hand, although he has short hair, makes the person who sees it subconsciously think that it is his mother at that moment.

But Jun Moting knew that the little painting was Qin Ye.

In that dream, so beautiful that I couldn't remember the other person's face, the fingertips went from the other's cheeks to the neck, to the collarbone waist.

The touch of short hair seems to linger on the fingertips.

Seeing this painting again at this moment, Jun Moting's eyes tightened.

What he dreamed of, was it Qin Ye?