I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

After changing clothes and coming out, he glanced at Yan Yiming who was standing behind the wall, Cong Jun put on a one-piece cap and ran out.

Cong Jun’s rented house is not far from the police station, so he usually jogs back.

Yan Yiming looked at Cong Jun's back, how could he feel that once he went to join the army, his EQ would be lowered.

After a few years of seeing each other, Cong Jun's style and dress have subverted the impression in Yan Yiming's mind.

He remembered that in high school, Mr. Cong liked to wear white shirts. He was tall and indifferent, full of abstinence.Surprisingly, Mr. Cong was very obedient when he was drunk.

So Yan Yiming couldn't hold back and raped him.

Thinking of the tight and warm... wrapping him...

Tsk, damn it.

Throwing the cigarette butt under his feet, Yan Yiming spit out a circle of smoke and followed Cong Jun's footsteps.

Silently accompanying him until he ran to the door of Cong Jun's house, Cong Jun stood at the door and took off his hat: "What else is there?"

"Huh?" Yan Yiming's eyes flickered a few times, and he put his hands in his pockets: "It's nothing, you can go in."

Cong Jun opened the door and went in, a hand inserted in the moment the door was closed.

Yan Yiming opened the door and put one hand on the door. The blue shirt was tightly fitted to reveal the outline of his muscles. He smiled: "Can I come in and have a seat?"

Cong Jun pressed the door and cast a sharp glance at Yan Yiming's smiling face before letting go.

He didn't want to make too much noise. This house is not self-employed and the sound insulation is poor. If he disturbed the neighbors next door, he would still compromise with Yan Yiming.

The room is not big, unexpectedly it is not clean and spotless, but messy.Clothes and socks were thrown on the sofa, several boxes of lunch and buckets of instant noodles were piled up on the table, and several black bags of garbage were on the ground.

The bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen sink seemed to be accumulated for a long time, and a few cockroaches were crawling.

"Where you live is such a mess?"

Cong Jun threw the clothes on the sofa aside, hooked the corners of his mouth contemptuously: "Do you think I'm as idle as you?"

Have something to do? Go to the police station for coffee?

Yan Yiming sat on the vacant sofa, Cong Jun poured him a glass of water, and leaned against the door with his hands folded on his chest: "I drank the water and sat down, when are you leaving?"

Yan Yiming put his legs on the coffee table and spread out his hand on the sofa: "Do it? When did you do it?"

Looking down, looking at Cong Jun's small raised area, his naked eyes seemed to be able to see through.

Cong Jun casually grabbed the pillow and threw it on Yan Yiming's face. Yan Yiming stood up with a smile and went to the bedroom closet, found a brand new pair of shorts and towels, and went into the bathroom.

There was the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, and Cong Jun sent a text message to Yan Ruohao: Can you take your brother away?

The text message was quickly replied: You can handle it yourself.

After pinching the phone for a long time, Mr. Cong finally gave up.

Yan Yiming came out of the bathroom, naked and only wearing a pair of shorts. This size was a bit tight for Yan Yiming, and the fabric was tightly wrapped to outline the outline of the object inside.

A white towel was hung around Yan Yiming's neck, his hair was half wet and dripping with water, and his muscles were evenly distributed in every part of his body.

Seeing Cong Jun's eyes, Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows triumphantly on the bathroom door: "How is it?"

"Being a nude model can make a lot of money." Cong Jun pushed Yan Yiming away without expression and entered the bathroom.

When Cong Jun came out wearing brown low-necked pajamas, he saw Yan Yiming lying on the bed in the bedroom and taking something out of his pocket.

Yan Yiming shook the things in his hands. Although Cong Jun couldn't see clearly at the door, the small and thin thing could never be chewing gum.

Seeing Cong Jun turn around, Yan Yiming was lying on the bed with one hand supporting his head: "Cong Jun, I'm in a good position, and you won't fuck me?"

There was a "bang", across a door, Cong Jun's modest voice came from the door.

"I'm sleeping in the living room, so get out early tomorrow morning."