My Dragon

𝕮⃟Hapter 50

𝕮⃟𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 50

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘：My Dragon
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥：我的龙 (Butterfly Mage)

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Although more intimate things had been done, to handle his boyfriend in such a shameful way was a first for Nan HuaiLin. He squeezed Fei Cheng’s big baby with his thumb and index finger and waited for a while, but instead of seeing him pee, the big baby in his hand became bigger and harder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nan HuaiLin, “…”

He hurriedly tucked the big, sinewy baby back into Fei Cheng’s pants.

Fei Cheng wrapped his arms around him, buried his face in his neck and rubbed it, as if being pampered.

Nan HuaiLin asked softly, “Are you really drunk, or are you pretending to be?”

Fei Cheng laughed, pressed him against the sliding door, and kissed his neck while he pushed his lower body against him.

“Stop it!” Nan HuaiLin slapped him on the back.

Fei Cheng grunted and mumbled, “I want to fuck…”

“Fuck you,” Nan HuaiLin said in a lowered voice. “You’re not afraid my dad will blow your head off?” He gently touched the back of Fei Cheng’s head. “That must have hurt a lot, right? It sounded like it did.”

Fei Cheng giggled and said, “It should be father-in-law’s hand that hurts more.”

He seemed to be really drunk, but this drunken look was still weirdly cute.

“Let’s go. I’ll help you to lie down on the bed.” Nan HuaiLin carried him outside, stepped on the narrow wooden stairs to the second floor attic, and carefully put Fei Cheng on the bed. Nan HuaiLin sat on the edge of the bed, and touched Fei Cheng’s red cheeks. He couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss his lips as he smiled, “You should sleep for a while, and then you’ll be fine.”

Fei Cheng looked at him with drunken eyes, and opened his arms. “Hug.”

Nan HuaiLin leaned down on his chest. Fei Cheng tightened his arms around him and whispered, “I will never let you suffer. Never.”

“I know,” Nan HuaiLin said with a smile, as his eyes warmed slightly. “I know.”

Fei Cheng didn’t make another sound, as his breathing lengthened.

Nan HuaiLin straightened up, took off Fei Cheng’s shoes and pulled the blanket over to cover him before going downstairs. When he returned to the living room, his cousin’s family had already left, so it was just his parents, who were relatively speechless.

Nan HuaiLin sat down. “Dad. Mom–“

“What’s the deal with marriage?” Nan ZunShan looked at his son. “Don’t try to fool me. Tell the truth.”

Nan HuaiLin looked his father straight in the eye, and said firmly, “I want to marry Fei Cheng.”

He expected another slap in return for these words, but no.

Nan ZunShan’s expression was calm as he asked in a deep voice, “So, you came home this time just to get the family register, right?”

Nan HuaiLin nodded. “Yes.”

Nan ZunShan was silent for a while, then said to his wife, “Go and bring the family register.”

Geng XiaoRong got up in silence.

Nan HuaiLin looked at his father in surprise. “Dad…”

Nan ZunShan said, “Pour a glass of wine for Dad.”