He is Ji Rao, not Shen yun'an.

Yan Jun's fingers gently touched Ji Rao's cool mask, then slowly slid down and touched his cheek.

Feeling the temperature of Yan Jun's fingertips, Ji Rao's goose bumps burst up again.

The fingertip moves from Ji Rao's cheek to his chin. Ji Rao is forced to raise his head by the force.

Ji Rao's crow eyelashes trembled slightly. Yan Jun saw it and was stunned for a moment. He eased his voice and said, "yun'an, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

You won't hurt me, but you'll get on me!

Yan Jun holds Ji Rao's hand and raises it to the top of his head. Ji Rao struggles with his hand, but he is too tight. Ji Rao's hand doesn't hurt and can't get rid of it.

"I really like you."

Yan Jun is silent.

A trace of red clothes flashed in front of his eyes. Today, he was watching the wedding and worship hall. The lively sound of gongs and drums seemed to be still in his ears. His mind seemed to be a little confused again. He began to be dazed at Ji Rao's face.

It was not until he felt Ji Rao's struggle getting bigger and bigger that he finally regained his mind and focused on Ji Rao again.

"Yun an..." Yan Jun picked up the man, then went out of bed, sat down on the chair and put Ji Rao on his lap.

Ji Rao was not used to such a position and twisted his waist uncomfortably.

Then he hit something on his thigh in an instant.

Hot, solid.

Ji Rao looked at Yan Jun in a dazed way. Yan Jun's eyes were deep, as if he would rush up next second.

Yan Jun looks at Ji Rao's stupefied appearance. His eyes seem to be completely shocked, and his mouth is stuffed with the red bed curtain that he can plug in. That appearance is really pitiful.

"Don't move."

He has a deep voice.

It's like suppressing something.

Ji Rao is afraid to move.

Yan Jun poured a glass of water. The water was cold, but he didn't dislike it.

"Yun'an, this is our toast."

He stretched out his hand to pull out the things in Ji Rao's mouth, looked up and drank the cold water. When Ji Rao didn't respond, he put out his hand and clasped Ji Rao's cheek and kissed him.

Ji Rao just wanted to struggle, and suddenly he squeezed his cheek.

Ji Rao was forced to open his mouth by the pain, and a cool stream came into his mouth.

Yan Jun pinches Ji Rao's nose and forces him to swallow. The other party's things invade his mouth and sweep back and forth.

Ji Rao's throat is too urgent. She grabs Yan Jun's shoulder and chokes.

A cup of cold water after the night is also a fuckin 'cup of wine?!

I'm sick.

Ji Rao wiped her lips like she was disgusted.

"All right." Yan Jun put Ji Rao back on the bed.

Ji Rao just wanted to stand up, and was pressed back by Yan Jun.

He looked at Ji Rao and frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with Ji Rao's movement, "be good."

He thought for a while, and then took out the belt from Ji Rao's waist. Ji Rao's clothes loosened instantly. Before he was shocked, he saw Yan Jun tied his hand tightly with the belt.

Then Yan Jun took out a handkerchief from his clothes.

The bamboo leaves embroidered in the upper corner can be seen by Ji Rao at a glance. It's probably Shen yun'an's.

Just don't wait for him to see more, Yan all two hands hold handkerchief to Ji Rao to cover.

Ji Rao's eyes flickered. He looked at Yan Jun's more and more abnormal behavior and said, "Yan Jun, please be sober. I'm Ji Rao, not Shen yun'an! Your Shen yun'an has long been dead! "