A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The sun shines through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and Shu Ange is bathed in brilliant light. The charming golden light makes her whole person reveal the beauty of holiness.

Shu Ange jumped lightly and made a light circle on the floor. When his slender and dexterous arms stretched out, they were like beautiful wings.

She turned on the antique-grade gramophone, and the beautiful and gentle music with a sense of time flowed slowly in the bright and tidy living room.

The white skirt was fluttering, and the red dancing shoes were lightly circling on the floor. Every movement of her is amazing, every jump is full of aura, as gorgeous as an oil painting.

Hua Ditang stood up involuntarily, held his breath, and looked at Shu Ange with all his attention.

She was so beautiful that he couldn't breathe.

Ballet is known as the jewel in the crown of art, and it is also "the most important crystallization of Western culture", which is full of strong beauty and artistry.

Shu Ange is very talented. Although he only studied for one year, he showed the essence of ballet incisively and vividly.

Hua Ditang likes her dance very much and is not willing to miss any of her subtle expressions and movements.

The sun is shining, the solid wood floor is thick and clean, and Shu Ange's waist is soft and windy. While dancing, he teases Hua Ditang with his expressions and movements.

Ballet is not just a dance, it is full of poetic and picturesque like a wonderful symphony.

Halfway through the song, the rhythm suddenly accelerated, and Shu Ange fell into Hua Ditang's arms in a light circle.

Her fingers pushed lightly on his chest, unbuttoned his shirt, and spun away like the wind.

Hua Ditang's chest was slightly cold, his fair and tender skin was exposed, and the half-open neckline made him a little more uninhibited.

He stood there quietly with glasses on, enjoying Shu Ange's boldness and enthusiasm. Under her teasing, the old pedant's mask kept shattering and cracks appeared.

Shu Ange danced very seriously. All the furniture and furnishings in the living room became props for her circling dance. The best prop was naturally Hua Ditang.

She leaned against him, her slender thighs pressed against his waist, raised her hands to take off his gold-rimmed glasses, and threw them on the sofa.

The beauty is like a vine, climbing on him, Hua Ditang's eyes are like water, under the tense body, the impulse is like a volcano erupting.

Shu Ange was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, his fingers kept running on Hua Ditang's chest and cheeks, and his thighs rubbed back and forth on his waist.

Hua Ditang took hold of Shu Ange's unbearable waist, leaned down, and fire flashed in his eyes: "Is this your surprise?"

Shu Ange's toes were straightened, and the red dancing shoes were lightly placed on Hua Ditang's shoulders, giving him an unobstructed view.

"Hua Ditang, don't you want to?"

The ambiguous words she meant were floating back and forth in Hua Ditang's heart. It was obvious that he could not restrain himself, but he still said with a stern face: "You are only nineteen years old, and you are not yet the legal age for marriage."

Although he was obviously moved, he still had to refuse. Facing Hua Ditang's duplicity, Shu Ange approached him, his soft little hands all the way down from his chest.

When her hand was about to reach an indescribable place, Hua Ditang grabbed her hand and pressed her leg and hand.

"Are you sure, I won't let you go, this life, the next life and the next life."

Hua Ditang without glasses, with narrow and long Danfeng eyes glittering, and the old-fashioned dress and frivolous appearance are mixed together, exuding a heart-warming charm.

"I confirm, Mr. Zhutan Zihua, Hua Ditang who has no sense of security."

Although it seems that Shu Ange is more active between the two, she can feel that Hua Ditang seems to have no sense of security from the beginning to the present.

When he was not in a relationship, he was concerned about his age and the identities of the two, and buried his feelings firmly in his heart.

Later, when the two got together, Hua Ditang was still hesitating. He would visit Yujing two or three times a month for Shu Ange's sake. He would take care of her life silently and take care of everything for her.

But Shu Ange could feel Hua Ditang's concerns, especially when it comes to intimacy, he always seemed to worry that she would regret being with him, and restrained his feelings.

Even though Hua Ditang has constant suitors, is regarded as a male god, and has a good family background, he still worries that one day Shu Ange will be attracted by young and energetic peers.

"In other words, Hua Ditang, you are more inclined to a marriage of the right household."

Shu Ange unbuttoned Hua Ditang, lifted his chin, and took off his shirt, his expression stubborn and provocative.

Hua Ditang smiled, he stretched out his fingers and pressed her pink lips, and hugged her horizontally: "The Hua family doesn't need marriage, I want you."

His chest was solid and broad, Shu Ange was still restless in his arms, twisting like a snake.

From the living room to the bedroom, it was not a long way. The two walked for nearly ten minutes. Hua Ditang's kiss was extremely hot and passionate like a volcano.

The villa was very big, and the two of them slept in separate rooms. After arriving in Hua Ditang's bedroom, Shu Ange lightly left his embrace and made a face at him.

The sun is very good, the golden osmanthus, the delicate stamens, exudes an attractive fragrance.

With bare feet, Shu Ange performed an impromptu ballet on the soft carpet.

This time, Hua Ditang didn't appreciate it quietly, he walked towards Shu Ange, she kept dodging, and sat on the bookcase with a smile.

Putting a bookcase in the bedroom, I am afraid that only Hua Ditang would do this.

He leaned over and wrapped Shu Ange in his arms, kissed her lips, and greedily took the sweetness from her lips and teeth.

Shu Ange kicked off his red dancing shoes, and his fair and tender feet gently kicked around Hua Ditang's waist restlessly, and when he touched a hot spot on him, his strength even worsened.

Hua Ditang held Shu Ange's feet and pressed her on the bookshelf, while the other hand wandered freely on her body.

Hua Ditang, who has lost his bondage, is overbearing and lingering on top of love, making it hard to resist.

Shu Ange couldn't tease, but Hua Ditang was teased and panted, and the tears in the corners of his eyes turned into a pool of spring water.

Hua Ditang put her hand on his waist and guided her to untie his belt and take off his bottom.

Hua Ditang, who looks gentle and handsome on the outside, has a very predictable figure, and Shu Ange took the opportunity to wipe oil on him.

Hua Ditang couldn't be satisfied with the intimacy on the bookshelf. He reached into the bottom of Shu Ange's skirt, and his rough fingers continued to linger on her delicate skin.

"Well."

A trace of pain came from the delicate part of the body, and Shu Ange instinctively pushed it towards Hua Ditang's chest.

He picked her up naked and put her on the big soft bed. Shu Ange looked confused and bit her lips and purred.

The sun is just right, Hua Ditang is bathed in golden brilliance, and her perfect figure and appearance are as charming as a god.

He leaned down, and the boundless spring gradually turned into a stormy sea.