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When I got home, it was dark.

Jing Mian looked at his watch and found that it was close to the early hours of the morning.

The clothes were taken and hung up by Mr. Ren, and while Jing Mian lowered his head to change his shoes, he suddenly remembered that the old professor who was on leave due to illness next semester seemed to have posted two video lessons in the group last time, and set the deadline to submit homework, and the deadline seemed to be in these two days.

Jing Mian chuckled in his heart.

He quickly changed into slippers, turned to the man and asked, "Sir, can you use the computer in the study?" ”

"Hmm." Mr. Ren lowered his eyes, didn't seem to be busy, and said, "You can take as long as you want." ”

Jing Mian stepped on his slippers and trotted all the way upstairs.

Ren Xingwan watched the young man enter the room on the second floor before retracting his gaze.

Jingmian turned on the computer, logged in to the course software, and went to the group to check the deadline again, only to find that it was twelve o'clock tomorrow night.

The intense classes and homework suddenly had a full twelve hours more, and Jing Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense nerves relaxed, Jing Mian took a few pieces of paper, adjusted the original three-fold speed to 1.5, and picked the key points to memorize.

At the same time on the first floor of the villa.

The doorbell rings.

It was close to the early hours of the morning, and the sound seemed unusually abrupt.

He and Jing Mian went out together before, and the time was too good not long after he returned home, and the secrecy of the private house was quite high, and the doorman usually would not let strangers in at such a time.

Ren Xingwan stopped moving, poured the freshly warmed milk in his hand into the glass, and then walked to the entrance and opened the door.

"Hello sir, this is your courier order!"

A courier in a blue uniform appears at the door. Next to him was a small motorcycle, holding a bouquet of blue flowers in his hand, and the dew stained the edges of the petals.

The man was stunned: "Flowers? ”

"That's right, it's a rose."

He checked the receipt, "Tail number 7485." ”

The card was sandwiched on the edge of the fragrant bouquet paper bag, and the decoration of the last feather hung down slightly, and the courier saw that the man's eyes fell on it, so he picked up the card with an eye, lowered his eyes, and read out:

"The card gift is - Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, Mr."

The courier smiled and said:

"It's a rose from Mr. Jing."

Chapter 88

Jing Mian was holding a pen and looking at the screen, when there was a sudden knock on the door of the study.

Jing Mian looked sideways, the picture of the lecture on the computer was paused, and he asked, "Sir?" ”

At this time, I thought that the man had something to use the study, but when Jing Mian raised his eyes, he saw Mr. Ren who appeared in front of the door.

- In the man's right arms, he was holding a bouquet of blue roses.

The petals are lush and intense, with a slight amount of dew on the edges, which seems to have a very light fragrance.

Jing Mian held his breath slightly.

Mr. Ren's voice was inexplicably heavy and a little hoarse, and he said, "Someone just sent flowers." ”

Jing Mian's eyebrows froze, and then he remembered that he had ordered flowers before going out, but later, the confession on the cruise ship of Mr. allowed him to successfully leave this stubble behind.

I didn't expect to be personally received by my husband.

Jing Mian was a little at a loss, and explained awkwardly: "It's... I ordered it before I went out, a Tanabata gift for my husband,"

"Hmm."

Ren Xingwan lowered his eyes, and his voice was slow: "I have seen the card." ”

……

Jing Mian nodded.

Suddenly, I didn't know how to take the next sentence.

He thought that this kind of gift really worked best in person, and now that the clock was past twelve o'clock, not only did he miss the best time, but he also lost most of the atmosphere that is unique to face-to-face gifts.

Like now.

Jing Mian noticed that Mr. Ren was a little quieter than usual, and he didn't lead the topic down.

Just as Jing Mian was stunned, he suddenly noticed that Mr. Ren was holding a rose and walked in his direction.

The rose was placed on the edge of the table by the man, and the moist dew dripped on the flat table, reflecting the blue pendant of the stars.

When Jing Mian was hugged by his waist, his head was still a little confused.

The body did not leave, but in this position, he sat in the man's arms, and had a sense of calmness.

Jing Mian seemed to realize something, and his face burned suddenly.

Today is Tanabata.

This kind of festival between lovers, although it is not spoken, but the fulfillment of obligations is likely to be inevitable.

Jingmian moved his Adam's apple slightly, walked a straight ball, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to do it?" ”

……

After a few seconds, Jing Mian heard Mr. Ren seem to be smiling.

The voice is low and extremely short.

When the man spoke, although he was cold and soft, his voice could not hear the emotion: "Confession has a price. ”

"Sleep."

"Before you stop making love as a marital obligation."

With a low and soft voice, he couldn't catch a glimpse of the aura of the young ruler of the Ren family, who everyone feared, Ren Xingwan opened his lips and said, "Without your permission, I won't do it." ”

"I won't kiss you without permission."

……

Jing Mian was slightly surprised at the same time, and his eyes were blank.

Since he had never had a similar love experience to learn from, Jing Mian never thought that one of the costs of confession would include this.

But as an adult man with normal human physiological needs, if the answer has not been clear, Mr. Ren... Is it possible to abstain from sex for the rest of your life?

Suddenly a little sympathetic to the other party.

Jing Mian pondered for a few seconds and asked in a low voice, "What should I do when Mr. wants to do whatever he wants?" ”

Maybe it was just a casual question, but Jing Mian didn't realize it until he said it, and it seemed a little strange and easy to misunderstand.

Sure enough, Mr. Ren was successfully stunned.

Jing Mian asked, "Do you use your hands?" ”

Ren Xingwan: "......"

When he was stripped off his pajamas, Jing Mian still thought with a blank face that Mr. was going to break his promise and not count.

But after a few minutes, Jing Mian realized that he had completely misunderstood the man.

It's even outrageously wrong.

…

"Sleep."

"Legs... Bring some together. ”

When Mr. Ren's voice sounded in his ears, Jing Mian was stunned, and then lowered his eyes, and the back of his neck couldn't help but tremble.

Jing Mian pursed his lower lip, trying his best to sound as usual, the young man's nose was sour, and he explained in a low voice: "Sir, I have no strength." ”

Soon, the hair on his forehead moved slightly, and it was Mr. Ren's lip flap.

The next second-

Under the gaze, the gentleman held his knee with his free hand.

… Or both knees together.

Mr. Ren's hands are very large, the green tendons are slightly collapsed, and the knuckles are white and slender, which has always been pleasing to the eye, both in reality and under the camera.

And now, the hand just opened and folded, holding both of his knees so that he couldn't part his legs. The knee joints are tinged with a faint pink, so it seems that the color difference is clear.

The visual impact made Jing Mian's eyelashes tremble slightly, and his whole back was numb.

Next, it was no longer the hand that attracted Jing Mian's attention.

Instead, between two bundles of pale white jade, a surging blade that kept rushing forward.

Because the blade is wide and long, even if it is covered by white jade, it will still emerge from most of its body, and even occasionally collide with itself. After only a brief confrontation, Jing Mian quickly lost the battle, lowered his head, and blocked with his palms with red eyes.

Who knows, but the free hand of the gentleman suddenly pressed the back of the hand.

This time, in addition to his knees, he couldn't move, and the hand he instinctively tried to save himself.

Mr. Ren asked him, "Do you know what the flower language of blue roses is?" ”

Jing Mian shook his head in confusion, choked on saliva, and coughed unconsciously: "... I don't know. ”

A shallow snort slid across Jing Mian's ear, and Mr. Ren whispered: "It's indescribable love." ”

Jing Mian's eyelashes fluttered.

Immediately, the palms of the hands also fell, and they were guided to clench, like a sharp blade that shrouded and warmed the advancing blade, unable to retreat, and the fingers and fingertips were quickly contaminated with the enemy's puddles.