Chatper 1174 (1/2)

Shen Sizhe is humble and forbearing, trying hard to pretend every day, for fear that Ruan Zhuo will see the clues.

Because he was afraid that once Ruan Zhuo found out, he would be expelled forever by him, and he would never be able to get close to him again.

It's just that, every night, watching him with a perfect body take a bath is both a heavenly enjoyment and a hellish torture for Shen Sizhe.

While greedily pacifying every inch of Ruan Zhuo's skin with his eyes, he had to use all his strength to prevent himself from rushing out and rushing in front of him!

In the transparent mirror, Ruan Zhuo is still washing carelessly. The delicate bubbles flow along his vigorous hair, his broad chest, charming abdominal muscles, and gradually come to the mysterious...

Shen Sizhe's Adam's apple rolled down unconsciously, tightly clutching the goblet in his hand, the phalanx of his right hand turned white due to too much force.

Every night, every night, this kind of scene makes him restless. He desperately wants to rush to Ruan Zhuo and tell him his passionate love for him. But every time he raised his foot, he was pulled back by his own reason!

It was only because Shen Sizhe had tested Ruan Zhuo's views on gay men before, but what he got was a disdainful laugh.

This laughter still echoed clearly in Shen Sizhe's ears, and brought him back to reality when he was about to lose himself!

In the bathroom, Ruan Zhuo was still washing leisurely, unaware that Shen Sizhe was sitting behind the bright glass mirror with obsessive eyes.

This eye-catching welfare tormented Shen Sizhe's whole body and mind, his lips were almost bitten, and then he forced himself to watch Ruan Zhuo casually wrapped in a bathrobe and walked out.

Watching the familiar crescent white nightgown gradually go away, Shen Sizhe finally collapsed on the sofa exhausted, this visual torture almost killed him.

But he was still so disappointed that he was thinking about the seductive scenery under the bathrobe...

It was late at night, there were no stars in the sky, and everything fell into a deep sleep.

Ruan Zhuo slept soundly with his limbs deep, but the bedroom door was quietly pushed open, and one foot stepped in gently.

The foot hesitated for a while in front of the half-open door, as if hesitating whether to come in or leave quietly.

Ruan Zhuo didn't notice the slight snoring in the bedroom.

The foot standing at the door seemed to have made up his mind, he pushed the door open a bit, and walked in resolutely. It was Shen Sizhe who had poured two bottles of champagne.

In the past few hours, he was almost suffocated by the fire in his heart. He ran in the room for more than an hour and took a cold shower. After all, he couldn't bear the heat in his heart, so he bravely slipped over.

Shen Sizhe wore the same crescent moon bathrobe as Ruan Zhuo's, and walked lightly like a cat, step by step, slowly walking towards Ruan Zhuo who was sleeping on the bed.

He walked slowly, and even controlled his breathing weakly, for fear that Ruan Zhuo, who was deeply asleep, would suddenly open his eyes in the next second.

Although there is only a short distance of a few meters between him and the sleeping Ruan Zhuo, in Shen Sizhe's view, the distance between the two is as long as thousands of mountains and rivers.

Just when Shen Sizhe thought he would spend the whole night to get to Ruan Zhuo's side, the fearful torture finally came to an end.

He finally walked to the big bed shining with happiness.

On the silk velvet blanket, Ruan Zhuo was dreaming defenselessly, his crescent white nightgown was loose, revealing his muscular chest and flat belly without his inner lining.