Chapter 188:

I saw He An strung up on the bed and sat up, holding the quilt to the edge of the bed, staring at Zheng Feiyu, sitting on his heel with his butt, and staying there.
"Do you want to ... watch me change?"
"……Ok."
He An nodded shamefully.
Zheng Feiyu thought about it and probably understood the reason. He smiled and didn't pay attention to He An anymore, but regarded it as the early morning of a normal working day. He was about to go out to the company. He took off his robe, put on trousers, and chose a belt to fasten. . I picked up the most common white shirt and put on the collar. From top to bottom, the grains were clasped with mother-of-pearl buttons. The hem was also smoothly gathered into the waistband. The cuffs were just around the wrist. .
The blazer was originally custom-made, with sharp edges and corners, and there wasn't anything wrong from shoulder to waist. Zheng Fei put it on sharply, shook his collar habitually, smoothed his shoulders, and then turned around and turned to the shore.
"Is this okay?" He asked quite gentlely.
"And ... and tie ..." He An wasn't very satisfied, and gave a soft comment.
Zheng Feiyu picked one from the tie rack and was ready to tie it, but before he even started, he heard He An rushed and said, "Give me! Uh ... I, I help you ..."
The intonation is high first and then low, and it is impossible to hide the urgency of the heart.
He An wants this tie so much. He hurriedly straightened his upper body, expecting to reach out to Zheng Feiyan, his eyes were obsessed and focused, as if it was such an invaluable thing.
The quilt, which had been dangled, fell from the waist, and there was a bulge in the middle of the pajamas, and the cotton was tightly stretched. The passionate lily of the valley is rippling in the air, strong and abnormal, and stained with rotten ripe sweetness.
Zheng Feiyu's eyes immediately deepened.
He moved to the bank, stood in front of him, and handed the tie into his hands. He An worked hard to raise his arms, opened the shirt collar for Zheng Feiyu, and put a dark silk tie on his neck, and began to tie it seriously.
The fingers trembled slightly, and although they were slow, nothing went wrong.
Zheng Feiyu looked down and looked at He An's solemn look, and suddenly understood something.
Even if a person can tie a tie by himself, he is not always able to tie a tie for others skillfully, because the perspective is the opposite-not to mention where he usually never wears a shirt.
Therefore, He An must have practiced specifically.
For the beloved.
for him.
Zheng Feiyu thought that he needs to remember and cherish something, and there is one more today.
Hold the bow tie in your left hand, gently pull down the big collar with your right hand, fasten it tightly, and move it to the center position, then turn down the white net collar.
After doing this, He An slowly retracted his hand and put it in his heart.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, looking up at Alpha, a well-dressed, handsome-looking man in front of him, his legs trembling violently, his breathing hot, and his eyes faintly glowing.
He likes Zheng Feiyu better than anyone else.
Like more than anyone.
As long as you see, it is difficult to restrain emotions and desires.
He has been secretly longing for a tie to Zheng Feiyu himself, so that this admirable image was shaped by him to some extent. But before, he couldn't wait for dawn.
"Flying."
He An called quietly: "Flying."
He hugged Zheng Feiyu's waist, leaned in love, and pressed his cheek against the soft shirt fabric. He raised his head again, staring at Zheng Fei's eyes, and gently bit a white Fritillaria button with his own teeth.
This is an implicit courtship.
He An wants an active and reserved start before the dying passions devour all reason.
It's my willingness, so don't be jealous.
He said so with his eyes.
Zheng Feiyu held up He An, holding him under the threat, and lay down on the bed on his back, leaned into his pajamas, stroked his full hips, and searched along the deep groin. The fingertips were immediately immersed in the wet and slippery juice, and by the remaining speed, they rushed into the acupoint of Weiqi.
"Ok!"
He An raised his neck and gasped slightly. Zheng Feiyu heard it so hard that the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down.