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The layout of the bedroom is exactly the same as over there, even the little things that An Yuan likes are exactly the same.
An Yuan just took a bath, glanced at the pile of boxes in the corner, and when he arrived, Secretary Wang had already tidied up what needed to be tidied up. The things placed in the corner must have been specifically instructed by Zhang Moyan.
An Yuan hesitated for a moment, then quietly closed the door after watching the busy Zhang Moyan in the kitchen.
Given the previous incident with the bear paw overalls, An Yuan wanted to know what was inside those boxes.
Three boxes were opened one by one. One was filled with a large number of documents, which An Yuan was not interested in. Another contained some clothes and pants that An Yuan had never seen before.
Taking out a piece at random, An Yuan immediately threw it back in a fluster, their face turning suspiciously red.
In my mind, I began to recall the usual Zhang Moyan, no matter how you look at it, he is a straightforward and serious person. How could there be a hint of, um, introversion in his bones?
An Yuan blushed and pushed the box of clothes far away.
The cardboard box only had one left. An Yuan looked at the door, opened it in a panic, and found clothes inside. They were not his size, but rather for a little baby, with various animal shapes and tails, all in delicate pastel colors.
He flipped through the little clothes and found several pairs of tiny shoes underneath. He picked up a pair of shoes and brought them to his lips, giving them a kiss. An Yuan felt warm in his heart.
Zhang Moyan came to call An Yuan for dinner, and by the time An Yuan had already tidied up the three boxes to their original state.
At the dinner table, An Yuan blushed the whole time due to the clothes from before, and couldn't look Zhang Moyan in the eye, so for one dinner, he didn't even know what he was eating.
Based on An Yuan's reaction, Zhang Moyan knew that he must have secretly rummaged through the cardboard box in the room, and even saw the clothes he specifically placed on top of it.
The purpose of coming here this time is twofold: one is to help An Yuan take care of her body and ensure the healthy growth of the baby in her belly. The other is to change some of An Yuan's habits, such as her choice of sleepwear.
After dinner.
Zhang Moyan was taking a bath in the bathroom, while An Yuan was nervously huddled under the blanket, his eyes involuntarily glancing at one of the three boxes. Should he hide those clothes? Forget it, in a few minutes, Zhang Moyan will definitely find them again. What if they get damaged? No, if they're damaged, how will Zhang Moyan make him wear them? Wouldn't that be even more revealing!
In the midst of contemplation, Zhang Moyan had already finished washing up.
Looking at An Yuan, who was tightly wrapped in the blanket, Zhang Moyan couldn't help but smile to herself, but her face still maintained a calm and innocent expression.
Zhang Moyan pulled back the covers and lay down on the bed, noticing keenly that An Yuan was still wearing his conservative pajamas. "Yuan, don't you find it uncomfortable to dress like this?"
An Yuan immediately shook his head. "This is fine, go to sleep quickly."
Zhang Moyan helplessly, it looks like I'll have to reconsider tomorrow.
Turning off the bedroom light, the two of them snuggled together, feeling the soft body of An Yuan in their arms. Zhang Moyan gradually began to have an uncontrollable reaction.
"You're pressing against my stomach," said An Yuan as he moved back, but Zhang Moyan pressed up again.
Zhang Moyan's hot palm grabbed An Yuan's small hand and guided it to press down on his bulging area, saying in a low voice, "Be good, it's uncomfortable here, give it a rub."
Even through the pajamas, An Yuan could still feel the heat from Zhang Moyan. Wanting to retract the hand that was burned, but unable to break free. An Yuan had no choice but to rub Zhang Moyan with the burning face.
An Yuan had never done such a thing before, not knowing the right amount of force to use. Whether too light or too heavy, the pressure made Zhang Moyan frown, and the large palm enveloped An Yuan's hand. Zhang Moyan carefully instructed, "Stroke it up and down along its shape like this, the pressure should be like this."
After a few back and forths, An Yuan roughly understood under the guidance of Da Zhang, and his subordinates became more skilled. Seeing that An Yuan had gradually mastered it, Da Zhang gradually let go.
The two quickly threw their pants under the bed, without any barriers. An Yuan held the fire dragon and slid up and down, occasionally reaching the already swollen knot.
An Yuan's other hand reached the top of the fire dragon, carefully feeling the swollen knots, imagining its shape in his mind, and suddenly feeling like he was pulling a mushroom?
Restless fingers rubbed the circular hole at the top a few times, and Zhang Moyan immediately let out a heavy gasp. He knew An Yuan wouldn't disappoint him.
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