The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

Song Xiaolou was not used to being beaten and hugged, but his slippers seemed to have been kicked under the washing machine by Cheng Ze, and they were never found.

Her face was red from the hot water, and her peach-blossom complexion, which was already a young girl, turned even pinker.

He buried his handsome and handsome face on Cheng Ze's shoulder and couldn't help but talk to him.

"You can't walk slower. It makes my legs uncomfortable."

The knee is still bandaged.

"..."

Too hasty?

It seemed a bit urgent.

But Cheng Ze has been holding it in for so many years, how can he not be anxious?

It was not easy to let him go, which meant that he could touch...

Although it was just a touch, it was already very good.

Soon he came to the bedroom, and the door was kicked shut with a muffled sound.

There was no light in the bedroom. He put the person in his arms on the bed and was about to turn on the lamp when a voice stopped him.

"Don't turn on the light, I don't like the glare." Song Xiaolou moved and pulled the quilt.

In fact, there is nothing dazzling about it.

I'm just nervous and embarrassed.

After all, I have never done anything intimate with a man before. Before, I only stopped at kissing...

It was obviously more than just kissing tonight, maybe Xiao Xiaocheng was going to spit on him.

"Yeah." Cheng Ze was also a little nervous and turned to look at the curtains.

The curtains were not closed, but there was a commercial street only a few dozen meters outside Song Xiaolou's window, and there was no high place around where one could peek.

The street lights on the road can shine into the house from a distance, and it's not too dark.

Song Xiaolou leaned into the bed, his breath still a little rough, and only his head was exposed to look at him: "...Take off your clothes."

Don't you have to take off your clothes before getting into bed?

While waiting for the takeout, Cheng Ze had already taken a shower and changed clothes. When he heard Song Xiaolou's words, he subconsciously touched the buttons of his shirt.

But the person lying on the bed was looking at him. Hey, for some reason he felt that it was not good to be watched taking off his clothes.

So Cheng Ze opened a corner of the quilt and got into bed.

The quilt is filled with the warm smell of shower gel, the refreshing fragrance of milk mint.

Song Xiaolou's bathrobe had come loose, and now his bare chest was pressed against Cheng Ze's shirt, and his skin was squeezing until it was hot.

He was lying on his back. As soon as Cheng Ze got into bed, he turned over and pressed on his chest, but he didn't forget to push his injured leg aside.

"Song Xiaolou..."

Cheng Ze called him in a low voice, his breath so close.

"Oh, don't call me..." Song Xiaolou's face felt hot, and he was breathless. His voice was fierce because of the tension, "Take it off quickly, hurry up."

"..."

"You are so perfunctory, I shouldn't let you speak!"

Cheng Ze pressed his elbow up to the side of Song Xiaolou's cheek, and soon found his warm lips and kissed her tightly, making bursts of kisses.

The voice was low and hoarse, like velvet passing through the ears, and it was calling.

"Unbutton it for me, Song Xiaolou."

"....Ang, you are so troublesome."

Song Xiaolou had both hands on his legs. He was leaning against the sheets nervously, but he moved up after hearing his instructions.

With trembling fingertips, he touched Cheng Ze's chest in the darkness and started to remove it from the first one.

Cheng Ze licked his lips and waited for him to relieve himself, then said casually.

"Were you like this before? You didn't help others take off their clothes."

"?"

Damn it, you would say something like this at a time like this.

Song Xiaolou felt stuffy and pinched the flesh on his chest: "You are sick, I have never taken off anyone's clothes!"

"That's right," Cheng Ze's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he thought of the abandoned factory again, "After all, you don't choose the venue, and you don't need to take off your clothes."

Sooner or later, he will hold Song Xiaolou down in that factory.

Song Xiaolou didn't know what Cheng Ze was thinking, but he knew that the man suddenly leaned over and blocked his lips that wanted to refute.

"Hmm..."

Cheng Ze felt so hot.

Although I know that this person works out regularly, he looks very lean when he wears clothes. I didn't expect his muscles to be so hard.

When he was unbuttoning, his fingers touched his chest muscles, which were like steel plates.

Cheng Ze's heartbeat was also very fast, pounding in the lightless bed.

This caused Song Xiaolou's heart to beat fast, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead after being kissed...

When he got to the last two buttons, Cheng Ze thought he was too slow to unbutton them, so he straightened up with the quilt and pulled them with one hand!

I heard the sound of the two buttons at the bottom bursting and flying out.

"...Are you in such a hurry, Brother Cheng?"

Song Xiaolou lay on the pillow looking at him a little funny, trembling with laughter.

The light in the room was not good, so the dark figure kneeling between his legs raised his hand to throw off his shirt, his movements were rare and rough.

The moment the clothes were thrown away, Cheng Ze lay down again, and the quilt was pulled to his shoulders.

This time, their chests were pressed together without any barrier, and it was very hot.

Cheng Ze kissed his neck, and his voice escaped from his lips.

"Why don't you turn on the light? I want to see you..."

I wanted to see what expression Song Xiaolou would have on his always bastard and slutty face when he was touching her.

and also--

Others can see it, so why not show it to him.

The thought of someone else feeling Song Xiaolou's breathing and desire made him jealous to death.

"Don't... be so rubbish...!!"

He was not wearing pants, Cheng Ze was wearing pants.

The friction against the fabric of his suit pants was so strong that Song Xiaolou's head began to feel dizzy, and he gradually lost the inclination to yell at others.

I remember that later he reached out and pulled Cheng Ze's belt, and the metal buckle made a clear sound.

"Song Xiaolou."

".....ah?"

Cheng Ze called someone but didn't say anything, so he lowered his head and kissed him.

Song Xiaolou didn't say anything.

Under the dark quilt, he touched Cheng Ze's Adam's apple, chest, abdominal muscles, the tight muscles on his side, and the scalding skin.

Cheng Ze touched them both at the same time.

In the bedroom with no lights on, the temperature is rising...

*

At the same time, downstairs in the dormitory building.

There was a person sitting in the shadow of the woods in the flower bed, a cigarette butt flickering between his fingertips, surrounded by deathly silence.

"It's ten o'clock." Fu Lin raised his hand to look at his watch.

The breeze was not dry in the summer night, but he was a bit dry from waiting.

He thought that if Lin Qian didn't show up within ten minutes, he would take a taxi to the bar where Huang Mao'er was. Anyway, he saw the coordinate address!

It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing. He happened to go there to drink too.

When he gave Fu Xiaopang to Li Qing just now, Fu Lin also thought about it.

He told Lin Qian bluntly at the door of the hot pot restaurant that he didn't take it seriously when they first came into contact with her. It was indeed a bit too straightforward.

The main reason is to let Lin Qian be more considerate and not be deceived by other men.

But if he was wrong, Fu Lin didn't think he was wrong!

When they met during the trip, it was Lin Qian who flirted with him carelessly, not only winking at him but also ordering him a drink.

Isn't this a hint of adulthood?

He thought she wanted a one-night stand...

Seeing that the little girl was good-looking and that the conversation was to his liking, he did not refuse.

Later I found out that the glass of wine was to praise him for helping the villagers subdue the mad cow.

Tsk.

It can only be said that this was a misunderstanding, and Fu Lin believed that he had never felt sorry for Lin Qian during the relationship.

He really wasn't interested in him at first. Who could be interested in the person he meets?

But later Lin Qian contacted him and said she wanted to fall in love with him.

He felt that this girl had a bold personality and was easygoing in bed, so he agreed.

Then it’s time to fall in love.

Firstly, he didn't lack her material things, and secondly, he didn't mess around outside.

How can I feel sorry for her?

She was the one who asked for a breakup, and she wrongly accused him of having an affair with some female classmate.

Fu Lin couldn't bear it and even chased him to explain.

But she insists on breaking up!

Fu Lin felt a little aggrieved. He had done nothing wrong but was dumped inexplicably. He really didn't understand what Lin Qian was making.

A faint tobacco smoke shrouded the surroundings. When the handsome man was almost impatient with his cigarette in his mouth, a taxi stopped at the door.

A figure finally got out of the car, wearing a white T-shirt and a denim skirt.

It's Lin Qian.

"How dare you..." Fu Lin sat in the flower bed and looked at her with unclear eyes. There was a man in the taxi.

It's that Huang Mao'er!