What should I do if the object of the date is my first love!

I am just joking?

Looking at the obvious ceiling of the hotel in front of him, and the oppressive arm on his waist.Yan Dong deeply understands what it means to be self-inflicted and unable to live.

The people around him slept soundly, Yan Dong didn't intend to wake him up, he was really inexperienced, what should the two of them say at this time: hi?Are you satisfied with my performance last night?Or throw some money to the other party and tell him to forget everything about last night?The problem is that he doesn't have money to give him now?Referring to the hotel environment, he suspected that he couldn't even afford the accommodation fee for this night.

Speaking of this...he felt it, and he was definitely sure.

Then I tried pinching my buttocks again, but there seemed to be no special feeling behind.It's clean and not painful.

He has no experience, but he still has to feel it if he has done it?After all, going in and out...doesn't make any sense at all, right?

Could it be?

He lifted up the quilt as little as possible and looked down. While aiming hard, he felt that he was a bit miserable. What if it was really "flammulina velutipes"?Will I be a little too memorized?

It's a pity that the quilt in the hotel was too big, and the little bit he lifted up was not enough to see the key parts.

Yan Dong sighed in a low voice rather depressingly, he didn't know if it was too much noise or what, the person next to him moved, the hands wrapped around Yan Dong's waist were brought into his arms, and his legs were also placed on his lap.

The distance between the two of them became closer in an instant, and the breath that the man exhaled from his nose could hit Yan Dong's ears, and Yan Dong's legs were a little weak due to the slightly higher temperature.

But at the same time, because of this posture, he was also sure that it wasn't Flammulina velutipes, Hericium erinaceus, or Pleurotus eryngii. This product was not a mushroom vegetable at all, at least it was a root vegetable! !

This size is absolutely impossible to be completely insensible!

Could it be... Didn't do it?

He couldn't help feeling it again, this time focusing on the front, um...it should have been out.

Just kidding, he hasn't been on a plane for at least three months, it's impossible to be so refreshed.

Could it be? !

Although he drank a bit fragmented, he vaguely remembered that when he came out of the bar, this man was at least half a head taller than him, with slender limbs, an excellent figure, and his muscles fit the skeleton reasonably, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, obviously maintained by regular exercise stature.

Could it be that he has actually reached a top class?He felt it, and he didn't know whether it was joy or regret, and he thought: Violence!

Although he deeply knows that he should be No. 0, but no one thinks he has made money, at least he can brag about it.

He held back a smile and turned his head to see what kind of face this "sister" with excellent conditions but violent nature had. However, the moment he saw it, his hands and feet were instantly cold, and he couldn't even breathe. forgotten.

He wanted to run, but the blood returned from his hands and feet to his heart against his will. His heart seemed to be punched by the influx of blood, and it hurt very sharply. His legs and feet were so soft that he could hardly feel their existence. The soreness and pain in the heart spread to the top of the head little by little, and Yan Dong felt a little sore in his eye sockets.

He seemed to be paralyzed in an instant, his limbs could not move, only his heart was beating fiercely, thump, thump, and it was transmitted to his ears that were suppressed because he turned his head, thump, thump.

The sound was so loud that it made him dizzy.

it will be him

How could it be him?

Fragments of last night came back to his memory with this face.

Yan Dong didn't know much, so he went to a well-known gay bar with a long history in this city. He sat at the bar, looked at the zeros on the wine list, and thought about whether he should wait for a bottle of beer overnight, and then turned his head. I met a college classmate, this is a second-generation ancestor who does not taboo meat and vegetables, and eats both men and women.Claims to love very broad, gender is not an issue, appearance is.

I had a good relationship with him when I was in school, and although I didn’t have frequent contact with him later on, I usually liked him on WeChat, and every New Year’s and New Year’s greetings were full of 200, and 200 was given to everyone in red envelopes.

He went to his booth with the mentality that if he didn't drink the wine he was taken advantage of, it would be a loss. The table was full of people he didn't know, but fortunately, they didn't know each other well, so there was no embarrassment.

The rich second generation is the rich second generation, and all kinds of wine are filled on the table as if they don't cost money.Yan Dong secretly suspected that some of the tables were wine holders, so he fooled the second generation ancestor into buying whatever was expensive.

By the way, this bully is the only child, but he has always called himself Qian Er: the rich Qian, the second of the rich second generation.

Yan Dong wanted to get drunk, and he didn't need to be persuaded. He toasted enthusiastically with the strangers in the booth, and drank the wine glass by glass. The pain that he didn't want to face, the pain that he pretended to forget seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him. The mother's screaming at the top of her lungs, the company's red flags, and the landlord's high-spirited eyes all drifted away with the deafening music. It seemed a little sad when I thought about it, but there was also a sense of alienation from the outside world.It feels like watching a movie, the sorrow and hatred in the story have nothing to do with me, so I feel happy for no reason, so I am more and more silly holding the cup.

A person with a blurred face next to him said something loudly in his ear.

He also responded loudly: Huh? ?

The man shouted again, and he continued: Huh?The man seemed to smile, and pulled him directly onto the dance floor, swinging casually with the music.

It's not the first time for Yan Dong to come here, but he has never danced before. He smiled foolishly and danced along with the deafening music. Unresponsive, he realized that he was being raped by someone, and someone grabbed him in a daze.

Yan Dong is still silly, his eyes are so drunk that he can't see clearly.

The person who pulled him was about half a head taller than him, and had a pair of very familiar eyes.

"Hey classmate, you look a lot like...a person"