Zamoli

Chang Mingan didn't say to do it or say he wouldn't do it, just hugged He Mu like this, his lower body was already erect, and he pushed his pants out of a tent.On the surface, he could bear his temper, and only half-opened his eyes to kiss He Mu, and sucked He Mu's lips in a non-trivial, non-heavy manner, until the water was dripping.But He Mu couldn't bear it anymore, stopped Chang Ming'an's neck, chased after his mouth and kissed him, with the tip of his tongue sticking out from between his lips.

He Mu grabbed Chang Ming'an's hand, pressed it on his thigh, and stretched in along the hem of the cheongsam, until he touched his erect penis through his underwear.Chang Mingan thought that He Mu wanted him to help type it out, but who knew that He Mu just pressed his hand, staring back and forth at the waist, letting the penis rub against his warm palm through the underwear, and said in a soft voice: "You can't take it out. , will stain your clothes."

Chang Ming'an fumbled his hands back, and poked his pussy through his underwear, with a gentle voice like a gentleman.

"And here, if it gets wet, it will get dirty."

Obviously there is no lubricating thing, and it doesn't look like a woman can secrete liquid there, but He Mu has the illusion that he really can flow water, and he let out a long "um—" and sat forward, just letting his perineum Pressing on Chang Mingan's erection, rubbing against it slightly.

"Can't wait?" Chang Mingan was always so slow on the bed, reaching for the lubricant, "Hey, do it yourself."

He Mu stretched out his hand and asked Chang Mingan to squeeze a lot of lubricant into his palm. He knelt up, raised his buttocks, supported Chang Mingan's shoulder with one hand, and stretched into his underwear with the other, sending the dripping lubricant to him. Entering the back acupoint, he expanded back and forth.

Chang Ming'an looked at his blushing face and teary eyes, his heart was full, there were many other things besides desire, he raised his head and kissed He Mu again, entwined with his lips and tongue, Breathing and smelling each other blocked He Mu's groans in his throat.

He Mu felt as if he was masturbating in front of Chang Mingan, and his fingers just poked a sensitive place, and the front was extremely hard.Chang Ming'an stretched out his hand and pressed He Mu's nipple through the cheongsam. He rubbed his thumb on it, and it was numb and itchy, which made He Mu grunt. .

After he climaxed, his whole body limply lay on Chang Ming An's body, only feeling that Chang Ming An's penis was abnormally thick and hard, poking on his ass.

Chang Ming'an stroked his back and whispered in his ear, "It's my turn." Before He Mu could react, he was picked up and placed on the bed.Chang Ming'an asked him to kneel down, with the hem of the cheongsam pulled up to his waist.He Mu was as soft as water, and couldn't hold his hands at all. He hugged a pillow to cushion his chest, his waist slumped, and his buttocks naturally pouted.

Just now, I ejaculated in the front, and the back was lubricated. The underwear was wet and messy, especially the back. The cloth was sticking wetly to the buttocks, showing the rounded curvature of the buttocks and the seam in the middle.He Mu was lying on his stomach, and heard Chang Ming'an zipping his pants behind him, and thought of himself raising his buttocks on his stomach, waiting to be inserted, and his whole body was hot and unbearable. groans.

Chang Mingan didn't take off He Mu's underwear maliciously, but only opened the drenched underwear, revealing his back holes, with his penis pointed at him, lying on He Mu's body, kissing his lips, and kissing at the same time He said, "Call out."

He Mu was so dazed by his kiss, he pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said softly, "Meow."

Chang Ming'an was amused by him, his whole body trembled, his chest was pressed against He Mu's back, and the head of his penis rubbed against the wet back hole, He Mu's rubbing was so unbearable, his penis, which was still wrapped in panties, became hard again .

He Mu was pitiful, he grabbed the pillow with all his strength, his fingertips were all red, he deliberately wanted to win back, he stuck out the tip of his bright red tongue, licked Chang Ming'an's lips, and acted like a baby in a hoarse voice: "Husband, fuck I."

Chang Ming An Xin even missed a beat, hugged He Mu's waist, straightened his lower body, submerged the whole penis, and fucked it in earnestly.

"what--"

He Mu raised his neck and let out a cry, his back hole was swollen, and his buttocks were itchy from being rubbed by Chang Mingan's thick and hard pubic hair.

After Chang Mingan buried it in, he pulled it out slightly, then pushed it in vigorously, and opened the zipper that he had just closed with his own hands. Red hickey.He Mu only felt itching on his buttocks, itching in his buttocks, and itching on his back. He was pushed forward continuously, and he couldn't stop panting with his mouth open, and couldn't even scream.

"Comfortable?"

Chang Mingan panted and asked him, rubbing his ears against his temples, but his offensive continued unabated, wishing he could bury his whole body in it, making He Mu's ass slap and crack.

He Mu couldn't speak at all, except for panting and screaming. After laying on the bed for a while, Chang Ming'an picked him up, the cheongsam was still pulled up to his waist, it didn't get dirty at all, and his lower body was still wearing underwear Facing the full-length mirror, let him step on the bedside table with one foot, spread his legs wide, and step on Chang Mingan's instep with the other.

Chang Ming'an never took out the root, it was buried inside, trembling slightly with the movement, he bit He Mu's ear: "Stand firm, the ground is cold."

He Mu looked at himself in the mirror, his face was flushed, his hair was disheveled, and the broken hair was sticking to his cheeks from sweat. Only the zipper on the back of the cheongsam was unzipped. Pushing up the soaked panties, the joint of the two was fucked with water and slid down the thigh.

Chang Ming'an hugged him tightly and pushed him from bottom to top, deeper than before.

He Mu could hardly stand up, his toes were curled up, his arches were tense, and he looked at himself in the mirror and was trembling.Chang Mingan manipulated it uninterruptedly, and at the same time took off the cheongsam on his upper body a little, revealing half of his chest, with two protruding nipples on it, and a red cinnabar mole in the middle of the chest.

He Mu grabbed Chang Ming'an's hand that was wrapped around his waist, intertwined his fingers, raised his neck high, his clothes were disheveled, obscene, but lingering with pleasure.

Chang Ming'an pumped a few more times, hugged He Mu tightly, wanted to rub him into his body, hide him, carry him with him, disassembled a rib, and put him in.

When he ejaculated for the last time, Chang Mingan called He Mu's name by his ear, and all the heat reached his ears.

"He Mu, He Mu, Mu Mu," Chang Ming An yelled like this, and shot into He Mu's body, as if possessed by a demon, "I love you."

He Mu moaned softly, turned around and hugged Chang Ming'an, and bowed his head to his neck, speaking softly.

"Have you always loved me?"

"of course."

"Then I've always loved you too."

Tanabata Extra - "INEEDYOURLOVE"

Day-3 Zhaomuli

"Have you finished writing it? Read it to me."

"It's not finished yet."

"You've been writing for several days," Chang Ming'an sighed, sitting on the sofa, coaxing He Mu patiently towards the half-open door, like coaxing a cautious cat, "It's okay, how do you write it?" I don't even laugh at you."

He Mu poked his head out: "You must criticize me if you say something bad."

Chang Ming'an nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll criticize you."

He Mu held a stack of papers in his hand. It was his resume that he spent several days writing. He graduated from senior year and planned to apply for a modern dance teacher in the dance class where he had been working part-time before.Although I have been working part-time for a long time and I am very familiar with the teachers there, but I still have to go through the formal interview channel, and if I don’t perform well, it will make it difficult for others to do so. He Mu doesn’t want to be ridiculed behind his back. Dance teacher's.

"Wait a minute, I'll turn on the air conditioner," Chang Ming'an said with a smile, "Please dress neatly during the interview."

The weather is hot, and every household has an air conditioner humming 24 hours a day, but Chang Mingan has a bad nose, and his nose feels uncomfortable when the air conditioner is turned on for a long time, so He Mu usually opens the doors and windows as much as possible to ventilate during the day. They all only wear a silk suspender nightdress, and the suspenders can't stop sliding down while talking.

"Oh." He Mu seldom gave speeches or expressed opinions in public. Although he wasn't nervous about Chang Ming'an, when he thought about the time when he was applying for a job, he would have to write off his manuscript, and he had to behave calmly and calmly.

He Mu stepped into the room, took off his nightgown and kicked it aside, randomly pulled a large Chang Ming'an shirt and put it on, buttoned it up, rolled the sleeves that were too long to the elbows, and put the manuscript that he had memorized Toss it aside.

He Mu: "Hmm."

Chang Ming'an held back his smile, and played the role of the interviewer seriously. He picked up Mu Mu who was lying on his stomach in the middle of the living room and licked his fur, and put it next to him to act as interviewer No. 2. Existing information, said seriously: "Mr. He, hello."

He Mu resisted his nervous urge to pull the hem of his clothes, took Chang Ming'an as the interviewer, and stated his self-introduction and prepared interview speeches. There were some stumbles at the beginning, but then it went smoothly.

"--thanks."

He Mu bowed, heaved a sigh of relief as if he had finished a marathon, and looked at Chang Ming'an nervously.

"Very good." Chang Mingan said gently, just like he usually praises students who answered the correct answer in class.

He Mu didn't believe what he said at all, sitting on the cold floor, looking at his red painted toenails, dejected.It was painted by Chang Ming'an for him last night, because it was not evenly applied due to unfamiliarity.

Chang Ming'an stood up, walked up to He Mu and knelt down, and gestured for him to open his arms. He Mu put his arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around his buttocks and hugged him.

"How many times have I been told not to sit on the floor."

He Mu buried his head in Chang Ming'an's shoulder, and said sullenly: "I can't find a job, you can support me."

Chang Mingan sat back on the sofa, hugged He Mu to smooth his hair, and said, "I'm serious, you're really good. You dance so well, you can pick up many students in the future, and earn more than me. You support me." Bar."

He Mu put his feet under Mumu's soft and furry belly, poked her soft flesh with his toes, and said, "You said you wanted to criticize me."

Chang Ming'an thought for a while, and said seriously: "I am very familiar with the manuscript, but speak slowly, don't look around, look at the interviewer, but don't stare all the time, don't be nervous, smile more, laugh Very handsome."

He Mu was suspicious: "That's it?"

Chang Ming'an: "That's it, it's really good, do you believe me?"

He Mu nodded.

Chang Ming'an said, "You have an interview on Friday, the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Ah."

"When the time comes, I'll take you there and wait for you outside, and we'll have dinner after that."

He Mu looked into Chang Ming'an's eyes.

Chang Ming'an's eyes are always gentle, like water, but with the firm power that water drops through stone.

He Mu: "You wait for me."

Chang Mingan kissed the tip of his nose: "Well, I'll wait for you."

Day-2 wet

"The day after tomorrow? Isn't the day after tomorrow Friday, so I won't go." Lu Minghe was wearing only underwear and a black racerback vest, sitting on the bed in the dormitory, with his back against the wall, talking on the phone one after another.

Chu Qiao sat across from him, flipping through a picture book.

"Listen to cross talk on Qixi Festival? I'm not mistaken, I won't go." Lu Minghe had one foot bent, and the other foot was covered under the quilt, rubbing against Chu Qiao's bare calf.

Chu Qiao shrank her feet.

"What are you doing that day, of course it's Valentine's Day with your lover."

Chu Qiao still buried her head in reading his picture book, but her ears turned red quietly.

Lu Minghe hung up the phone swiftly, threw the phone aside, squeezed beside Chu Qiao, and became dissatisfied after a while, and insisted on sitting on Chu Qiao's back and hugging him, asking him to sit in his arms.

Chu Qiao moved forward, not wanting to get too close to him, but instead Lu Minghe pushed his hips shamelessly.

Lu Minghe hugged Chu Qiao's waist, put him in his arms, put his body close to his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Can I give you a gift on Qixi Festival, huh? What do you want, my lover."

Chu Qiao rubbed her itchy ears, her glasses were crooked by Lu Minghe, so she could only take them off and put them aside, even though they had been together for a while, they were still often blushed by Lu Minghe.

Valentine's Day.

These three words are sour and sweet as long as they are touched on the tip of the tongue.

"No need to send anything," Chu Qiao said seriously, "Go out for dinner together?"

From Lu Minghe's angle, he could clearly see the red mole on the back of Chu Qiao's earlobe, like a small ruby, inlaid on her fair skin.Lu Minghe stamped it with his warm lips, let go of Chu Qiao and got up from the bed, flipping through his sketchbook on the table.

"Draw a picture and give it to you, draw you."

When talking about painting, Chu Qiao couldn't help but think of a lot of explicit sketches in Lu Minghe's sketchbook, and blushed: "Don't draw me..."

Lu Minghe flipped through his sketchbook in twos and said casually, "If I don't want to draw you, why not draw me?"

Before Chu Qiao protested again, Lu Minghe made a gesture to take off the vest on his upper body. Halfway through the vest, the fabric of the vest was pushed up and squeezed on his chest, revealing his neat abdominal muscles. His lower body was wrapped in black underwear, bulging. A pack of powerful wheat-colored thighs dangled in front of Chu Qiao.

"Don't take it off!" Chu Qiao finally compromised, stood up with a blushing face, and pulled down Lu Minghe's vest to cover her body, "Drawing with clothes on..."

Lu Minghe pulled a chair for Chu Qiao to sit in the middle of the bedroom, turned off the air conditioner and opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door of the bedroom, letting in the summer evening wind and golden sunset, the wind slightly bulged Chu Qiao's white shirt, The golden sunset gave him a golden edge.

"It's just wearing clothes, what do you think..."

"To shut up."

Lu Minghe took out a cigarette, didn't light it, just held it in his mouth, turned the sketchbook to a blank page, and looked at it first without writing.Chu Qiao was watched so that her palms were sweating. When Lu Minghe was doing something seriously, his brows would be slightly wrinkled, extruding shallow lines of Sichuan characters, his browbones were pressed down, looking serious, but his eyes were as affectionate as water.

Chu Qiao turned her eyes away and did not meet him, feeling that no matter how she sat, she could only pick up the half-read picture book and look at it by herself, ignoring him.

In the quiet dormitory, the "rustling" sound of the pen tip rubbing against the white paper slowly sounded, like eating mulberry leaves, and the noise of other people downstairs in the dormitory was covered by this subtle sound.

Chu Qiao's eyes fell on the picture book, but her thoughts were not concentrated on it.Lu Minghe's gaze wandered over his body as if there was something real, and the sound of drawing stopped and stopped. Chu Qiao imagined that his body would appear bit by bit on the blank drawing paper, and the hands holding the pages were wet. A thin layer of sweat came out, and the refreshing wind blowing in could not extinguish the dry fire in my heart.

"Ok."

"Okay, turn around and take a look."

Chu Qiao was sitting on her side, and as soon as she turned her head, Lu Minghe's mouth was gagged, and the two kissed.

"It's a painting, let me see."

Lu Minghe covered the sketchbook and put it back in the drawer: "It's not ready yet, I'll show you the day after tomorrow."

The more he refused to show it, the more Chu Qiao wanted to see it. She stretched out her hand to open the drawer, but Lu Minghe held him to prevent him from stretching out his hand, and played hooliganism with his arms: "Kiss, just kiss."

Chu Qiao was really curious, and kissed Lu Minghe on the cheek.

Lu Minghe took him back a few steps, fell on the bed, pressed against him, and discussed: "Do it, let me show you after I do it."

Chu Qiao: "Don't watch it!"

Lu Minghe pulled up the quilt to wrap the two of them inside.

"Let's take a look."

"Don't read it, no-oh--"

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The author says:

What exactly did you draw? Let’s watch it with Chu Qiao again on Qixi Festival!

Day-1 Shangri-La

"Going out tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night? No, tomorrow I..."

There were almost no people on the school road during the summer vacation. Jiang Rong saw a man standing outside the school gate at a glance, wearing a black T-shirt and khaki pants, wearing short boots, leaning against a red motorcycle.

Jiang Rong paused, and hurriedly said to his classmates: "I have something to do tomorrow, so I'll leave first."

Seeing Jiang Rong running over, Yuan Yue seemed a little surprised, hurriedly extinguished the cigarette, and threw it into the trash can.

"Why did you come here, why didn't you tell me, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Rong blushed with excitement.Ever since he left home to go to university in the next city, he and Yuan Yue have been in an intermittent long-distance relationship. This summer, because of a research project, he returned to school early, and he has been separated from Yuan Yue for two weeks.

Outside the school gate was the main road with people coming and going, Jiang Rong didn't shy away from it, he grabbed Yuan Yue's shoulder and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.Before he could stand on tiptoe, Yuan Yue bent down slightly and made a seal on his lips.

"Why did you smoke again?"

"The only one this week, really, this one."

Many passers-by were looking at them, but Jiang Rong didn't care at all. He circled Yuan Yue's motorcycle excitedly and asked, "New? You came here on a motorcycle? No way? What's the color? So flirtatious..."

Yuan Yue: "Are you stupid? I asked a friend here to borrow it."

Jiang Rong suddenly thought of something, took his hand back from the motorcycle, took out his mobile phone to look at it and put it back, and asked seriously: "Why didn't you tell me when you came here, I usually don't go here, if I don't see it what would you do."

Yuan Yue looked at him: "You are busy with your work, I will come to see you, if you don't see it, go back."

Jiang Rong's heart skipped a beat, he quickly avoided his eyes, and whispered: "I have to refund the ticket, I have booked a ticket to go back tomorrow..."

"Go back tomorrow?"

Jiang Rong leaned on the car, bowed his head and pressed on the phone for a while: "Yes, tomorrow is Friday, nothing to do, isn't it Qixi Festival, just go back..."

He raised his head suddenly, just in time to catch the smile that couldn't be concealed from the corner of Yuan Yue's mouth.

"Okay, did you do it on purpose? You guessed that I would go back tomorrow, and you came here on purpose."

Yuan Yue put his hands on the motorcycle seat, leaned over and kissed Jiang Rong again, his face was slightly red: "Okay, let's go eat."

The vicinity of the school is Jiang Rong's domain. He sat on the back seat and directed Yuan Yue to ride a motorcycle around the alleys and find a small restaurant to eat.

During the meal, Jiang Rong kept talking, wishing to tell Yuan Yue all the things that happened during the time since we parted.The legs of the two were staggered under the table, and they touched each other deliberately from time to time, feeling a sense of happiness and satisfaction for no reason.

"Where shall we go after eating?"

Yuan Yue raised his chin, gestured to the motorcycle parked outside the store, and said, "Go for a ride."

It was almost dark, and there was no one on the mountain road, Yuan Yue controlled the speed of the car within a safe range, Jiang Rong hugged his waist tightly, buried his face on his back, and the whistling wind passed by his ears.The two drove on and off, and Jiang Rong bought snacks, and had a big meal when they stopped, and it was already late when they drove to the top of the mountain.

Yuan Yue turned off the ignition and was about to get out of the car when he found that Jiang Rong was holding him still. He turned his head and looked back. Jiang Rong fell asleep on his back, breathing steadily, and looked very asleep. Fragrant look.

He stopped getting out of the car and just sat there.

It was almost midnight when Jiang Rong woke up suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, turned his stiff neck, stepped on the pedals of the motorcycle, stood up and hugged Yuan Yue's neck, and said, "I'm sorry, I stayed up late last night to work Live, too sleepy..."

Yuan Yue was sleeping on his pillow, his body was stiff, he stretched his waist, put his arms around Jiang Rong's waist, motioned him to sit in front, and hugged him in his arms.

The mountain is not too high, but you can still see half of the city that is lit up, the stars in the sky are constantly twinkling, and there are fireflies in the grass by the roadside, and the night wind is refreshing.

Still sleepy, Jiang Rong leaned back into Yuan Yue's arms and raised his hand to look at his watch.

"Wow, it's almost midnight."

Yuan Yue rested his chin on Jiang Rong's shoulder, looked at his watch, and said in a deep voice, "Well, soon."

An ordinary pair of lovers in the world, counting down for an ordinary tomorrow.

"Come on, we can count down, 3, 2, 1..."

Day-0 so close

"Look over there, the two stars next to each other are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. What are the three next to them? They are their two babies, a male baby and a female baby, and the other is the Cowherd's cow. They Live together happily. What does Zhinu look like? She looks as cute as our Xiaoqin."

Le Mingxin sat next to Kang Chen, listening to Kang Chen talking nonsense to his daughter, couldn't help laughing.

Kang Xiaoqin was bleary-eyed, hugged her father's neck, and asked in a daze, "There's another one on the side."

Kang Chen said, "That's the big yellow dog of the Cowherd's family, the gatekeeper."

Kang Xiaoqin was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and she was still struggling to make a request: "Father, I also want... a big yellow dog, the same as Teacher Le's... the kind..."

The sound of parking was heard not far away, Kang Chen hugged Kang Xiaoqin's buttocks, and winked at Le Mingxin who was sitting on the steps before leaving.

"What day is it today, Qixi Festival, Valentine's Day, do you know?"

Le Mingxin rubbed the roots of her feverish ears in embarrassment, afraid of waking up Kang Xiaoqin who finally fell asleep, said in a low voice: "It's alright, alright, let's go."

Kang Chen stretched out his foot and kicked Le Mingxin, winked and carried his daughter away.

A car was parked outside, and seeing Kang Chen approaching, the window of the car was lowered.Kang Chen bent down with his sleeping daughter in his arms, and kissed the man in the driver's seat with his head. After the kiss, he walked around to the back seat and opened the door to get in. The car started and drove away in the starry night.

Le Mingxin was sitting on the steps outside the garden bored, watching Kang Chen leave, left foot touched his right foot, and the rare refreshing wind in summer night gently brushed his hair.

He is the one who smells the flowers before seeing them.

The garden of He Cheng'an's pottery studio blooms almost all the year round except for the cold winter months. Recently, it is the season of sweet-scented osmanthus. The few sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted by the window bloom small golden flowers, clusters of which are full of fragrance. people.

"Here you are." He Cheng'an stood in front of Le Mingxin with one hand in his pocket, and in the other hand was holding a small cluster of branches and leaves full of small flowers, which were cut with flower scissors and tied with ribbons of the same color as the flowers.

Le Mingxin took it over, took He Chengan's hand and stood up, the sweet scent of osmanthus was faintly visible.

The two held hands and walked back through the garden. As soon as they entered the door, He Chengan put the osmanthus flowers into the vase filled with clear water.The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were blooming outside the window, and He Cheng'an wanted to cut one off in a serious manner, and tie it with a ribbon to give to Le Mingxin. This kind of unreasonable romance made Le Mingxin's heart itch, as if being gently washed away by the tide. beach.

Although it is Qixi Festival, it seems to be no different from usual.

He Cheng'an led Le Mingxin upstairs, and a casting machine was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a piece of wet clay placed on it, Le Mingxin was at a loss: "Why? It's so late and you're still making pottery?"

He Chengan cleared his throat, held Le Mingxin's fingers in the palm of his hand, and said, "That's right, didn't you say last time, let me teach you how to make pottery?"

Le Mingxin said that because he is really handicapped, the clay that is effortlessly rounded and flattened by He Chengan is not obedient at all under his hands, every time he sees He Chengan making shapeless clay He can't help but want to learn all kinds of exquisite and beautiful pottery.

"Okay."

"Wash your hands first."

He Chengan led him to the bathroom like a child, and even held his hand and put it under the running water to help him wash his hands, meticulous and sensational.Le Ming blushed and wanted to pull his hands out, but He Chengan refused, turned off the water, and wiped his hands with a towel, even between his fingers.

"Okay, let's get started."

Le Mingxin sat in front of the drawing machine, He Chengan took a slightly higher chair and sat behind him, spread his legs, held Le Mingxin in his arms, put his arms around him, turned on the power of the drawing machine, Grab his hand and place it on top of the swirling wet clay.

"Pull up the clay first."

He Chengan's hands were bigger than Le Mingxin's, so he completely wrapped Le Mingxin's hands inside, and with a little force, pulled up the clay bit by bit, turning it into a cylindrical shape.The chests of the two were pressed against the backs, and Le Ming felt that when He Chengan spoke, the heat was blowing against his ears, and the cold clay was sticking wetly to the palms and backs of the two of them, as well as between the fingers. Sticky.

"Thumb in the middle..."

Le Mingxin's heart was pounding, he didn't know what he was doing, and was passively held by He Chengan's big hand.

"By the way, really smart."

He Chengan whispered, and kissed Le Mingxin's earlobe while speaking.

Le Mingxin was surrounded by He Chengan, his earlobe was red, and when he was kissed, his whole body trembled, and with his hands hard, the clay that was being formed collapsed.

"Be gentle." He Chengan bit his earlobe forcefully as punishment.

Crazy, this is not pottery, it is obviously about to commit suicide.

Le Mingxin withdrew his hand from the clay, turned around and slammed into He Chengan's arms, He Chengan fell back, couldn't sit still, fell off the chair, sat on the floor, and left a hole on the ground with his hands Mud print.

He Chengan smiled slyly: "What are you doing?"

Le Ming put his heart on him, leaned over and kissed him, and the mud on their hands was rubbed everywhere.

While lips and tongue were intertwined, He Chengan stretched out his hand and fumbled to turn on the bluetooth speaker not far away. The power button was covered with clay, and a deep and lingering singing voice came out instantly.

"oh, my love, my darling

I've hungered for your touch..."

The shapeless clay was still turning on the turntable, and soon there was a panting sound in the room, like pain and joy to the extreme, the starlight spilled on the floor through the window, and the sound of music floated along the window Go out, spread farther and farther in the night, as if it can penetrate time and space.

"3, 2, 1...Happy Qixi Festival!"

Jiang Rong cheered seriously, turned his head and kissed Yuan Yue.

Love always makes people live their lives solemnly, whether it is Qixi Festival, Valentine's Day, anniversaries, or ordinary days.

"oh, my love, my darling

I've hungered for your touch..."

"Can I read it today?" Chu Qiao looked curiously at the sketchbook that was turned upside down on the table.

"Well, let's see."

Chu Qiao flipped over and found that the white paper was drawing him sitting sideways, naked, and he blushed and shouted: "I'm wearing clothes!"

Lu Minghe: "I don't know what you look like without clothes?"

Chu Qiao held back her embarrassment and took a closer look. There was a big heart painted with red paint on the place where his heart was drawn. The paint was so full that it could even be seen that the paint had flowed down the paper before it dried. Scarlet An eye-catching heart.

"Why did you draw my heart so big?"

Lu Minghe grabbed Chu Qiao's hand and pressed it against his chest.

"It's my heart."

"Along, long time

And time goes by so sos lowly

Yettime candosomuch

Are you still mine..."

Chang Mingan leaned against the car and saw He Mu rushing out of the dance class in a shirt and trousers. Even the neatly tied ponytail at the back of his head could sense the master's emotions. Toss and toss.

He Mu plunged into Chang Ming'an's arms, then backed out embarrassingly and stood still, suppressing his excitement: "It's done, there is no problem at all, I haven't forgotten any words or said wrong words, and I even performed an impromptu dance for the interview teacher. Woolen cloth……"

Chang Ming'an opened the co-pilot's door for him in a gentlemanly manner, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Congratulations, let's go to dinner, Mr. He, happy Chinese Valentine's Day."

"Along, long time

And time goes by so sos lowly

Yettime candosomuch

Are you still mine...

Ineed your love

Ineed your love..."

The author says:

I wanted to add this stalk when I first wrote about the relationship between people and ghosts, but I couldn't find the opportunity, and finally my wish was fulfilled in the extra episode.

Happy Tanabata everyone