The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

Xiao Ling naturally had thought about these things. After all, he was the only son in his family.

But he was born gay and couldn’t marry a woman.

“What about you? Will you marry a woman after entering the relationship with me?” Xiao Ling raised his head and asked Yan Xingwei, a trace of hesitation coming across his eyes.

He knew that Yan Xingwei was not gay and didn’t like men.

Yan Xingwei liked him because he had had sex with him.

He was afraid that it was only a fling for Yan Xingwei. After all, straight men were like this. They approached gays because they were curious.

“I’m the one asking now!”

Yan Xingwei thought, “Why does he ask me the same question? It’s like I walk him home, and then he walks me back.”

Xiao Ling blushed slightly and said, “You answer first. After you answer my question, I will answer yours.”

Yan Xingwei thought, “He is so tactful.”

“Does he want to know my answer before he makes the decision?”

“Alright, I’ll answer first.”

“Ok, okay.”

Xiao Ling looked at Yan Xingwei expectantly.

Yan Xingwei immediately smiled because Xiao Ling’s expression told him everything.

“Do you want me to be responsible for you? Your eyes are shining.” Yan Xingwei poked Xiao Ling’s forehead with his finger, his smile deepening.

“What are you doing? It hurts.”

Xiao Ling quickly covered his forehead, stopping Yan Xingwei from poking.

“Does it hurt? Doesn’t it hurt when you have sex?” Yan Xingwei asked with a smile. He told a dirty joke.

Xiao Ling blushed immediately. “Mind your language,” he stuttered.

“What’s wrong? I told the truth.” Yan Xingwei smiled and reached out to caress Xiao Ling’s cheek as if he wanted to trace his face.

Xiao Ling wanted to avoid Yan Xingwei’s hand because he felt shy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

It was the first time that Yan Xingwei touched Xiao Ling’s cheek like this. He had never done this before, and he seldom showed the gentle side of him.

In Xiao Ling’s memory, Yan Xingwei ignored him and treated him coldly without saying anything sweet.

But now, Yan Xingwei flirted with him and pounced on him.

Xiao Ling was happy. After he had sex with Yan Xingwei, he only cared about the latter. He no longer liked Yan Chengyu.

Looking back, he found he admired Yan Chengyu instead of loving him.

“What are you thinking about? You look absent-minded.” Yan Xingwei asked in a low voice and kissed Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling panicked and blushed quickly, not knowing what to do.

Yan Xingwei thought, “He’s so shy. Did he blush when he had sex with me?”

“How annoying! Why can’t I remember that night?”

Yan Xingwei felt regretful, but he could do nothing with his memory.

“Can you stop kissing me without any reason? I feel embarrassed,” said Xiao Ling in a soft, stuttering voice, which sounded adorable.

“You feel embarrassed with a kiss? Can you bear with it if we do more than this?” Yan Xingwei teased.

Yan Xingwei thought, “That’s right! I don’t remember what happened before, but I can make it happen again. Anyway, he doesn’t detest me now and he seems to agree to it.”

Only then did Yan Xingwei realize that he could do this. He was excited.