After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Lanzhai has always been clear in pursuing the principle of “giving customers the most intimate and comfortable service”. The bathroom lights were not very bright, and they softly hit Xie Ning’s face.

Xie Ning didn’t feel any discomfort from this, but he still closed his eyes as if irritated.

Most of the time, Xie Ning was not awkward with Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan was proud and confident, this was his innate character. Once he had made up his mind, he would do his best to do it.

Besides, he had the right to be proud. The past two decades have gone smoothly, and he has never suffered anything from anyone, but many people have suffered instead.

Zhuang Yan’s father used to worry about his temperament, saying that sooner or later he would fall into a big disaster. He even said, “With that temperament, he really needs to suffer hardships to grow up.”

Ms. Qiao had a different view on this: “It is not necessary to experience failure to grow. Some people are born with the pride of heaven.”

Zhuang Yan’s father took a look at her and said, “It’s just that you always praise him so much, that’s why you cultivated him into such an incredible thing.”

Ms. Qiao smiled: “Because I know him and know that he has a precise plan for life. You only see what he wants to do and his successes, but you don’t know how many misguided roads and frustrations he has experienced during this period. He’s too stubborn, one road leads to the end, and if it is a dead end, the wall will be demolished, and he happens to have this ability. His self-confidence is built on his own strong foundation, and it is not harmful.”

Zhuang Yan’s father concluded the conversation with this last sentence: “I can’t change your mind anyway.”

Zhuang Yan’s life has been uneventful, so he was more confident and arbitrary. He will not let something go when he finds it, and will not look back after finding the way he wants to go.

But Xie Ning was different.

Xie Ning’s past was rough and bumpy. He had deeply questioned himself for countless nights and finally closed that dazed heart alone.

He became indifferent, wanted nothing, didn’t have much obsession, and lived every day with the flow.

In the eyes of others, this was probably a kind of docility.

And such a gentle, directionless Mr. Rabbit crashed into Mr. Blue Whale’s arms and was hugged by him and placed on his generous back.

So Mr. Blue Whale’s direction became his direction.

When Zhuang Yan pretended to help him take a bath, Xie Ning wanted to reject him firmly.

But when Zhuang Yan curled his lips and watched with a smile, Xie Ning wavered.

Mr. Rabbit, who was very brave, was pushed into the bathroom by Mr. Blue Whale.

Zhuang Yan pressed him against the wall and kissed him for a long time.

They have kissed countless times, and Zhuang Yan almost always took the initiative, but that didn’t mean Xie Ning had never done so.

Sometimes they would rub their lips against the other person’s skin affectionately, which was warm and natural; sometimes their lips and tongue would intertwine, exchanging body fluids, making the kiss both warm and passionate.

Today’s kiss gave Xie Ning a different feeling.

Xie Ning thought it might be that he was too nervous, so he had a different thought process looking into it.

But he could feel how much strength Zhuang Yan’s hands used as if he was not allowed to have the slightest chance to escape, and the place where his waist was pressed began to faintly become hot.

Xie Ning even felt that there might be indentations on it.

What Xie Ning couldn’t bear most was the look in Zhuang Yan’s eyes looking at him at this time. The end of his eyebrows would slightly raise, that kind of inescapable look made him look like a hunter, and Xie Ning was the one he was hunting, a rabbit.

He had nowhere to escape and was destined to be swallowed by the hunter.

Xie Ning had no choice but to close his eyes, pull at the corner of Zhuang Yan’s clothes with both hands helplessly, and raise his head under Zhuang Yan’s powerful offensive. Making him endure this wine-scented kiss.

It was not particularly strong, but not too weak, and the slightly intoxicating breath filled his nose. Xie Ning suddenly remembered that Zhuang Yan drank more than he drank.

He realized afterward that he actually didn’t know how good Zhuang Yan’s tolerance was.

Is Zhuang Yan sober now or drunk?

The hand holding the corner of Zhuang Yan’s clothes paused, Xie Ning asked in a low voice while Zhuang Yan let go of him slightly, “Are you drunk?”

“No.” Zhuang Yan answered quickly, his breath was even closer when he was speaking, “Don’t speak in a hurry, open your mouth, and remember to exhale.”

Xie Ning realized that he had forgotten to breathe after being kissed just now, and his entire face was flushed now.

At the moment he opened his mouth, Zhuang Yan took advantage of the moment, prying his tongue away from his teeth, and eagerly came in and swept it again, hooking Xie Ning’s tongue, kissing him so that he could not close his mouth at all.

“Um…” The meaningless syllables that were uncontrolled were like the whimper of some kind of small animal, and besides that, Xie Ning was unable to say anything.

The smell of alcohol slowly fermented, Xie Ning seemed to be drunk, and his consciousness gradually became blurred and confused.

In a trance, he felt a pair of hands rubbing his waist, and it didn’t take long to find what he was looking for.

Xie Ning’s reaction was slightly longer at this time, and he did not react.

It was not until the sound of his zipper being pulled that he suddenly awakened, opened his eyes, and gave Zhuang Yan a violent push.

Reality proved it to be of no use. His strength was too light, and no matter what he did, he seemed to be just lightly throwing his arms.

Xie Ning squatted as he spoke: “You, you, what are you doing.”

“I’m helping you unlock the secret button.” Zhuang Yanli looked at him straightforwardly, “Are you going to take a bath in your clothes?”

Xie Ning didn’t know whether to be shocked because of this hooligan or to be shocked by his righteous attitude: “I will do it myself.”

“Oh?” Zhuang Yan moved his eyebrows, “Are you sure?”

Xie Ning suddenly felt bad.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head, bit his ear, and said, “You stood here like this and looked at me with tears and said that you can’t take off your pants. That tone made my whole heart tremble because of your spoken grievances. Now I’m doing it to bring back memories.”

Zhuang Yan remembered that after sending Xie Ning into the bathroom, he deliberately ran to the bed and smoked a few cigarettes to refresh himself. Sometimes the cold wind would blow so that he would stop thinking about messy things.

As a result, Xie Ning’s light and fluttering sentence opened up the barrier he had worked so hard to forge.

On the day after that drunken encounter, Zhuang Yan went to Xie Ning and described what he did, but he only spoke one sentence, which was what Zhuang Yan was talking about now. Now he was being held by Zhuang Yan and repeating the scene in person.

“Don’t make trouble.” His ears were so hot that they were about to burn, Xie Ning refused to admit that he had done such a thing, and inexplicably couldn’t help but gnash his teeth at Zhuang Yan’s words.

“I didn’t make trouble!”

The two shoved and shoved in the room. Nobody knew whose arm hit the switch of the shower, and suddenly there was a stream of water spraying from above, pouring down the top of their heads.

Zhuang Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand to block Xie Ning’s, and the water hit his arm, slowly flowing down, before splitting down from both sides.

Xie Ning was not spared either, that is, in a moment, the two of them seemed to be turned into wet chickens.

“Puff.” Xie Ning looked at Zhuang Yan, who was covered in water, and couldn’t help laughing. “I told you to stop making trouble.”

Zhuang Yan shook the water on his face and hair: “Fortunately, the water temperature is moderate.”

Otherwise, whether it was cold water or hot water being poured, it was estimated that they would have a cold.

“Your clothes are soaked.” Xie Ning frowned.

Zhuang Yan didn’t say anything: “If I have to take a bath anyway, I might as well get into the water in advance.”

Xie Ning reached out to pick up his clothes: “Take off the wet clothes first. It’s easy to get sick.”

Zhuang Yan stayed still and let him do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t until Xie Ning unbuttoned his clothes several times that he realized something was wrong.

He raised his eyes to look and bumped into Zhuang Yan’s keen eyes.

“Take it off by yourself.” Xie Ning withdrew his hand in reversal, the hair wet with water stuck to the edges of his ear, so only a little red ear tip peeked out of the black hair.

When his hands were halfway down, Zhuang Yan grabbed him halfway and pressed him back again: “Don’t stop.”

He smiled, his voice low, with a hint of secret temptation: “Let’s make a deal, I’ll help you unbutton your belt, shouldn’t you help me unbutton my shirt?”

Xie Ning’s hand was forcibly stuck on Zhuang Yan’s chest. Zhuang Yan only wore a shirt, which was not too thick. At the moment, it was mostly wet with water. From a visual point of view, it completely failed in its role of blocking Zhuang Yan’s skin.

Xie Ning’s heartbeat accelerated sharply.

The almost non-existent layer of fabric couldn’t stop him from feeling the heat of Zhuang Yan’s body at all, just as Xie Ning’s palm could directly touch the bumpy, vigorous, and strong muscles in his chest.

Xie Ning seemed to be burning all over, inexplicably feeling dizzy both dry.

He shivered and licked his dry lips unconsciously.

“Hey, unbutton it.” Zhuang Yan leaned slightly, forcing Xie Ning to take a step back and lean against the wall.

There were tiles on the wall, and his back was pasted against this ice-cold wall.

However, Xie Ning’s body has already started to heat up, especially where Zhuang Yan was sticking, as if being set alight, a flame lit up in his body.

He was too hot and needed to cool down through the ice behind him.

However, the temperature failed to drop and Xie Ning’s head seemed to start to smoke. Somehow, a ghost moved his hands and unbuttoned the remaining buttons of Zhuang Yan’s shirt one by one.

Zhuang Yan’s eyes suddenly sank.

In the confusion and embarrassment just now, Xie Ning did not notice that Zhuang Yan’s palm was on his wrist, and he could feel his heart was beating at the same speed as his.

Then came another intense, loving, and emotional kiss.

He forgot who took the initiative. It could have been Zhuang Yan or Xie Ning. He only remembered that when their consciousness returned, the two had already kissed deeply.

They didn’t want to let go of each other. They just wanted to kiss each other, and hug each other tightly. The heat rose steadily between their bodies.

The two men’s soaked clothes were torn apart indiscriminately and then thrown on the ground casually.

Everything that followed seemed to be a matter of course.

The shower was opened again, and with the sound of dripping water, the hot air faded into the bathroom. The white mist first showed its traces from the edge of the mirror, and then slowly spread until the entire bathroom became saturated with moisture.

Even at this time, neither of them forgot to take a bath first.

Zhuang Yan kept his promise very much and held Xie Ning firmly. He poured some soap from the bottle next to them saying  “I said I will help you take a shower today.”

Xie Ning: “…I don’t need it.”

Zhuang Yan laughed, and his voice became vague and hoarse amidst the water vapor: “You will need it.”

After a few minutes, Xie Ning struggled unsuccessfully and was covered with shower gel all over his body. After being soaked in water, it turned into white foam under Zhuang Yan’s kneading.

This feeling… was too shameful for Xie Ning.

He was not a three-year-old child, but Zhuang Yan really seemed to treat him as a child who couldn’t take care of himself. No matter where it was… he washed it carefully.

Xie Ning was held in his arms, and his body, which had been washed with hot water several times, was terribly sensitive, even if Zhuang Yan just touched it inadvertently, it made his skin tremble.

Zhuang Yan bit his ear: “I haven’t even started yet, how come you can’t bear it.”

Xie Ning panted slightly, his eyes widened, and he could not speak at all.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and planted a kiss softly on his white neck, causing the skin around his neck to tremble.

When he kissed his collarbone, Xie Ning whimpered, his eyes lost, and his voice hoarse: “Zhuang, Zhuang Yan…”

“What’s the matter?” Zhuang Yan asked vaguely after lingering on his collarbone.

Xie Ning looked like he was about to cry: “I can’t take it anymore.”

The bathroom was so hot that it exploded. The next second, Zhuang extended his hand.

! ! ! ! ! !

“You…!!!” Xie Ning’s whole body exploded in an instant, his body was like a dehydrated fish, and now the tail of the fish swayed slightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” Zhuang Yan calmed him in a low voice, “I will make you feel comfortable soon.”

“I…” Xie Ning curled up his toes unbearably, before he could think of what to say, little by little, he was swallowed by the flustered and lustful desires.

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“Is it comfortable?” Zhuang Yan asked with a smile.

Xie Ning shrank into his arms, unable to answer a word.

His consciousness was still immersed in the long and lingering passion.

He felt that he could not bear it for a long time, but he felt that it was not enough at the moment he reached his climax– this should not be his satisfaction alone.

Sex between lovers, like love, should be mutual and equal, and sex and love were inseparable.

Sex without love was just physical release; love without sex was simply chasing spiritual resonance.

Only two people who are in love, share the ups and downs in love and desire, which was the most irresistible in this world, could experience double pleasure in both body and spirit.

Xie Ning was relieved for a while and shook his head slowly.

Zhuang Yan’s smile stopped for a second, and he asked, “Uncomfortable?”

Xie Ning shook his head again, and then hugged Zhuang Yan tightly, his voice hoarsely tickling his ears: “You are not well.”

He said, “So I won’t be comfortable either.”

The response to Xie Ning was a kiss that was full of biting and sexual desire, yet people could still detect tenderness and love.

“I didn’t intend to let you go today.” Zhuang Yan snorted, “This is just the beginning.”

Xie Ning thought he was hot enough before, but only now did he discover that the heat is far from enough.

Hotter than the body was his heart which was burning like a fire.

In a daze, Zhuang Yan hesitated when he picked him up, seeming to think it was a bit difficult for the two big men to hold on like this.

He asked: “Are you going to the bathtub?”

Lanzhai’s bathroom was luxurious, and the bathtub was big enough for two adults to lie down side by side.

Xie Ning’s eyelashes trembled twice, and drops of water—perhaps sweat—slipped from above.

He seemed to have a long delay before he understood Zhuang Yan’s meaning and shook his head in silence.

Zhuang Yan added: “Lying in the bathtub will make you more comfortable.”

This time Xie Ning did not reply to him immediately.

He just stretched out his hand suddenly after the silence, and wrapped them around Zhuang Yan’s neck, Zhuang Yan couldn’t help but lower his head and kissed him again.

At the same time, his foot slowly hooked onto Zhuang Yan’s waist.

And at a certain moment, I don’t know if Xie Ning’s voice was too soft, or if Zhuang Yanyou had auditory illusions.

He seemed to hear Xie Ning whisper to him seductively: “I miss you… just like this… on me.”

Zhuang Yan’s pupils instantly turned red.