Zhangjialou Pingxie Hezhi

, Excessive kisses all give me a stimulating and dependent sense of satisfaction.

I always thought he was a bit too good-looking, not like a tomb robber, but more like a storyteller—but if you want a gentleman with that kind of temperament, I'm afraid the restaurant will be overcrowded.I squinted and looked at him with my mouth open.No sex, just appreciation.But this may not be believed by others, because I looked at it, and the corners of my mouth slipped down wetly.

Pokerfing didn't mind, he licked my saliva with his tongue, then stuck out his tongue to stir my open mouth, and wrapped his tongue around me.I couldn't hold him back, so I hummed as I was led by him.

Sometimes I have to convince myself that my heart is too big, probably because I can't keep up with Poker's lung capacity. After kissing me, my whole body is sore and limp, and I fell into a deep sleep while holding him.When I woke up, it was already the next morning, and I was alone in bed.I felt it for a while, and the backyard was refreshed for a while. When I sat up and saw the mess all over the floor, I was shocked to realize what the two of us had just done.My and his clothes, underwear, and packages of lubricating fluid and condoms were thrown on the ground.It seems that Boyouping just got up and hasn't had time to clean up.

There was a sound of opening the door, and as soon as I turned my head, I saw him walking in with a bowl of porridge.I took the bowl, glanced at his racerback vest, there were reddish scratches on his back and chest, and immediately lowered my head.

"Did you boil it?" I asked while sipping.

Poker-Face shook his head: "It was Fatty who came back last night to suffer."

I was at a loss for words, and drank the porridge silently, comforting myself that maybe the fat man thought it was a cat scratching.After finishing the porridge, I handed him the bowl and said casually. "How could he be willing to drink plain porridge with his carnivorous personality?"

Poker bottle looked at me with deep eyes, "I'll moisten your throat."

"..."

There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world, and within a few hours of our going up, the fat man broke through.I sighed, there is nothing to hide, since I get along day and night, I can definitely see it with the eyesight of a fat man.But I still complained a few words about Poker Bottle first.Master Boyouping doesn't remember the villain's faults, and doesn't care about me, he kissed me a few times, and I learned to be good.

After the relationship deteriorated, life didn't change much. After all, we all passed the period when we were in our teens and twenties.The only difference is that in addition to squatting on TV to watch TVB at night, there are more programs for adults.

When Poker-Face later heard the phrase "Why don't I give you food below" on TV, he confessed to me that he didn't go fishing at all that afternoon, but was drying vegetables on the roof.Just saw my whole process.

I was ashamed, angry and wanted to laugh when I heard it, I didn't expect him to have such a bad taste at his age.He kept asking him if he enjoyed watching it?Poker bottle was annoyed by my questioning, so he didn't make a sound, just grabbed my foot and said in a low voice, "I'll show you too."

I......

It is impossible to tell what will happen in the future.

As I said before, naming myself Guangen has two meanings. The first has already been mentioned, so I won’t repeat it.I want to understand this second meaning at the moment when I shed tears in the temple of Medog.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the three of us set up a table in the yard to enjoy the moon and drink, and we mentioned Guan Gen again.After the fat man learned the meaning of my name, he laughed at me and said that I had planned ahead, "Close root, close root, after ten years, I finally met the right person."

I clapped my palms and sighed, saying that I am afraid that it will be difficult to close the root of my life every night!

Poker Bottle was just picking up food with me, and quietly poured half of the wine in my wine glass.The fat man glanced at him, laughed, and shook his head through the alcohol, saying:

"As the saying goes, if the rain is not in the village, there will be three names; if there is no rain in the root, there will be Zhang Qiling. This is a shabby room, but I am virtuous, looking at the waterfall behind the mountain, the fishing water is clear, the side of the Chinese food tripod is mushy, and the meat comes late Tofu can be used to grow melon seedlings and drink nectar. There is no small flower to collect debts, no two white to add to the blockage, Hangzhou Wushanpu, Banai small thatched hut, moon half cloud, what is there?..."

Poker-Face and I looked at each other listening to the fat man's drunken nonsense, and we both saw a smile in each other's eyes.The fat man then sang the folk songs he had heard in Banai.

Fatty's voice was thick and loud enough to catch people.But when I looked back at Poker Bottle, I had no idea.As if time was frozen, everything was silent at this moment, the clear and bright moonlight hit his and my faces, and coated the stone table with a layer of soft light, only the sound of the wind, only me and him.I looked at him, and for the first time felt that the fat man had a talent for being a poet, and it touched my heart.

Guan is not at the root, there is Zhang Qiling.

End