The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

Gu Dongnan suppressed the impulse in his heart and continued to kiss her gently according to Lang Bushin's instructions. He grasped the handle with his hand and moved slowly.

As Gu Dongnan attacked him with both hands, Lang Bushin couldn't help but become blurry-eyed. He trembled uncontrollably and sweat oozed from his temples.

Lang Bushin covered his mouth with his hands to suppress the messy noises, his head tilted back, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed.

After a long time, Lang Bushin collapsed on his back with his arms and legs spread out, looking very shameless.

"It feels great. Thanks to nature for the gift." Lang Bushin said.

Gu Dongnan had no choice but to pull a few pieces of paper from the bedside table and carefully bent down to help Lang Bushin wipe it. Lang Bushin did not hesitate and spread his legs to let Gu Dongnan wipe it more thoroughly.

Lang Bushin turned his head and found that he was naked, while Gu Dongnan was still meticulous, with his tie not even askew.

Lang Bushin suddenly felt a little unhappy. He sat up, crossed his legs, reached out to hook Gu Dongnan's belt, and pulled Gu Dongnan closer to him.

Seeing Lang Bushin suddenly start to fiddle with his buckle, Gu Dongnan reached out and grabbed Lang Bushin's hand to stop him.

Lang Bushin raised his head with an unhappy look on his face, looking up at Gu Dongnan, whose eyes were dark and gloomy.

"I also want to give you a gift." Lang Bushin said.

"I don't need it." Gu Dongnan replied.

Lang Bushin pursed his lips and twisted his face.

"Why? You really can't, right? Are you not interested in my body and that's why you don't react?"

"Or are you just afraid of being confronted by me? If you are afraid, I can be the one below. I can do anything." Lang Bushin said anxiously.

Gu Dongnan had no choice but to grab Lang Bushin's hand and put it on himself.

Lang Bushin had been clamoring to give a gift to Gu Dongnan, but now that his hand had really touched Gu Dongnan's body, his face turned red in an instant.

"There is a reaction." Gu Dongnan explained with his eyes lowered.

"Then why are you unwilling? I'm not going to do that with you right now. It's just a bayonet fight." Lang Bushin said.

"I'm afraid I can't control myself." Gu Dongnan said.

"Ah?" Lang Bushin opened his mouth in a daze.

Gu Dongnan reached out and touched Lang Bushin's furry curly hair, with a soft light in his eyes.

"Take your time." Gu Dongnan said.

"You want to be a monk, but I don't want to be one. I don't care. I'm a normal man. If you don't let me get close to you, you have to at least make me feel good."

"Will you help me three times a week?" Lang Bushin asked.

"Too frequent, it's not good for your health." said Gu Dongnan.

"Why are you acting like an old man? How old are you? You've already started to take care of your health. I don't care. It's settled. From now on, I will lie down in your room on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. You have to obey me even if you don't want to."

"If you refuse to obey me, I will go find the little duck."

Lang Bushin wanted to continue talking nonsense, but Gu Dongnan stopped him by patting his chattering mouth.

"I'll do whatever you say." Gu Dongnan replied helplessly.

"Hey, that's what you said."

"I've recovered now. Please do it again as you did just now."

As soon as Lang Bushin finished speaking, he lay back down easily, and at the same time, considerately spread his legs in a big letter shape to make it easier for Gu Dongnan to act.

"I'm ready, please start your performance." Lang Bushin smiled.

At the same time, there was a completely different scene in Gong Cheng and Tao Zhi's room.

Gong Cheng looked at the person lying in the quilt with his back to him and fell into deep thought.

The gentleman is in a bad mood.

My husband didn't use his own strength to recover tonight. Instead, he went into the house, took a shower, and then went into bed and didn't want to pay any attention to me.

It was obvious that when the gentleman saw me sitting on the sofa in the hall, he was interested in me.

Could it be that the gentleman discovered that I had mixed feelings when I was translating for him?

No, if that were the case, the gentleman would have gotten angry and pushed me away instead of lying quietly beside me.

What is your mission besides bringing me and Gu Dongnan together?

Since my husband broke up with me before, why is he coming to me again now? Is it because of the mission?

Gong Cheng reviewed in his mind what his husband had done and said after he returned to China.

My husband seemed to keep emphasizing that he was "playing" with me, repeatedly telling me that he didn't want to get back together, he just wanted to "play games" with me.

And I reminded myself more than once not to fall in love with him again.

It's like deliberately creating an image of a "scumbag" in front of yourself.

Does the creation of this image have anything to do with the mission?

By the way, where did the annoying tomato go? Why can't I see it? Where was the tomato hidden before?

Invisible? Or in Mr.'s body?

Could it be in the host's "sea of ​​consciousness" like in the novels?

Does it always see everything that happens outside? Is it always watching what I say and do to my husband?

If this world is a novel, does that mean there are authors and readers?

Thinking of this possibility, Gong Cheng suddenly widened his eyes in the darkness.

Doesn't that mean that every time I'm intimate with my husband, these so-called "readers" are watching me!

Gong Cheng frowned and pursed his lips, his face full of unhappiness.

Next time when I am intimate with my husband, I will turn off the lights and cover myself with the quilt. Gong Cheng thought with a twisted face.

Because Gong Cheng's gaze was too aggrieved, Tao Zhi felt that the back of his head was almost seen through. His sweaty toes gripped the ground for a long time, and he turned over irritably to face Gong Cheng.

When Gong Cheng saw that her husband was suddenly willing to sleep facing her, her eyes suddenly became clear. She blinked and looked at the person in front of her in the dark with the moonlight, with ripples of happiness in her heart.

"Are you still sleeping? If you want to hit me on the head to get revenge, I'll do it right away. You're staring at me like that and it's making the back of my head feel cold."

"I almost thought I had alopecia areata and there was no surface vegetation on the back of my head." Tao Zhi complained.

"Sorry." Gong Cheng replied, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

"You're such a nagging person. I didn't want to bother you today, but you still insisted on provoking me." Tao Zhi came forward pretending to be impatient.

Without waiting for Gong Cheng to react, he put his arms around Gong Cheng's waist, then pulled Gong Cheng into his arms, and with his other hand pressed Gong Cheng's head into his chest.

Gong Cheng was wrapped in the fragrance of shower gel, and felt very warm in her husband's arms. She could faintly hear her husband's regular heartbeat.

Gong Cheng temporarily forgot his dissatisfaction about the possibility that his husband's works might be seen by readers. His heartbeat slowly slowed down, and he felt very safe in the warm embrace.

After a long time, the breathing sounds above his head became steady, and Gong Cheng guessed that the gentleman must have fallen asleep.

Gong Cheng opened his eyes, with stars twinkling in them and a smile on his lips. Then he reached out his hand stealthily, carefully placed his hand on Tao Zhi's waist, and then buried his head deeper in Tao Zhi's arms.

The moonlight shone through the gaps between the curtains and fell onto the two people who were snuggling together, casting a soft glow on their faces and hair.

In the dim light, Tao Zhi's long eyelashes trembled slightly.