Lan Weiyan did not miss the rejection in Yan Yu's eyes.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, quickly stepped back, and turned to enter the bathroom.

The sound of running water came, and the old man silently took off his suit, felt the things in his pocket, and folded them into his dirty pocket.

He came to the workbench with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and his eyes half-narrowed, staring at the baroque ceiling.

After a moment of thought, his body longed more and more for nicotine comfort.

However, he seems to want to redeem his anxiety in another way than nicotine.

Lan Weiyan's expression just now was really ...... Stand.

The cigarette filter is bitten wet and soft.

The old man took a sip of his cigarette into the trash can and pushed open the bathroom door.

The heavy mist is mixed with the rich scent of shower gel.

Yan Yu waved the hot steam rushing in front of him and came to the washstand.

In the mirror, a figure in the shower room behind can be faintly seen.

Yan Yu brushed his teeth slowly, and from time to time the corner of his eye glanced at the delicious flesh wrapped in water and heat in the transparent glass.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he untied his tie, wrapped it around his fingers, rolled it up, and placed it on a metal stand.

He looked in the mirror and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

The beautiful body lines are hazy in the foggy space.

The glass door to the shower room was suddenly pulled open, blocking out the light from those who entered.

Lan Weiyan blinked drunkenly, "Huh? Brother Xiao Yan? ”

The water slid down Lan Weiyan's face, and the clean and beautiful face was more seductive than usual.

However, all Yan Yu saw was his red rabbit eyes.

"You've drunk too much, I'll help you take a bath."

Yan Yu's tone is unquestionable, as reasonable as repeating "staying up late is easy to die suddenly".

It turns out that the old man really didn't sneak into the shower room with the obscene psychology of a disciple.

The young and beautiful flesh did not make him think about it in the slightest.

He had only one thought in his mind: this was a troubled teenager.

Whether it's a staff, a friend, or a roommate...... You shouldn't look at yourself like that.

Yan Yu sighed, "If I hadn't come in in time, would you have fallen asleep against the glass baffle later?" ”

Lan Weiyan quietly bent his eyebrows, "I want to sleep with Brother Xiao Yan in my arms." ”

"I've got a cleanliness fetish - you can't hold me until you've washed it."

"Oh, then I'll wash it now~"

Lan Weiyan's sticky tail note was squeamish, and the old man's serious face became even colder.

"You've been washing for a long time and still smell of wine," Yan Yu wrenched his body in disgust, "I'll wash it for you." ”

Lan Weiyan stretched his hands in a hurry, letting Yan Yu cover him with foam, and his powerful hands roamed around his body without half of the lustful color.

The water in the shower was turned on, and Yan Yuzai carefully rinsed the foam on the two of them.

Half an hour later, the process was repeated three times before Yan Yu gave up.

Lan Weiyan's fair skin was washed red and soft by the hot water.

After returning to the orphanage, he no longer bathed in the shared bathroom with others.

The feeling of an old man helping himself to take a bath...... It's as pleasant as being lazy!

When the water stopped, Yan Yu wiped the bodies of the two of them at will, picked up the beautiful boy horizontally and threw him on the bed.

"Hehe, Brother Xiao Yan, do you want to sleep with me?" Lan Weiyan sobered up a lot, and admired Yan Yu's figure with great interest.

Yan Yu's face was gloomy, and he pressed on him without saying a word.

The faces of the two were no more than half a fist apart.