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In fact, I was originally afraid that Xu Ting would be uncomfortable when he arrived, so I planned to lend him the sports car to make him happy.

Xu Ting took the key and walked towards Daniu in a hurry, the luxury car in the front reserved and ran behind his head.

Xu Ting felt the joy of the sports car along the way, and the two drove the car to a scenic spot in the suburbs, climbed Huishan, and went down the mountain after Xu Ting was tired.

I had lunch on the way back and didn't return until two o'clock in the afternoon.

Xu Ting, who likes to hibernate as soon as winter comes, is exhausted today, and has been nestling in the greenhouse in the backyard all afternoon.

He took a soft cushion and a small quilt and placed them comfortably on the beanbag sofa in the greenhouse.

Xu Ting likes this very much, it is warm, beautiful, and quiet.

He held the comic and started to read it, and fell asleep after reading it.

Song Ji was originally working in the study, and when he walked to the window to rest, he saw half of Xu Ting's hairy head protruding from the sofa in the backyard greenhouse.

The head remained motionless for a long time, and Song Ji guessed that he must have fallen asleep.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he walked out.

The flowers in the greenhouse were blooming brilliantly, and Xu Tingwai was sleeping soundly on the dark blue fabric sofa. At six o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to darken.

The crystal lamp next to him emitted soft and warm light, which made his fair face more moist.

Song Ji approached softly, walking slowly and silently, afraid of waking him up.

Going to the sofa and squatting down, he looked at Xu Ting carefully.

She has short black hair, a tall and small nose bridge, and diamond-shaped lips that are rosy in sleep, and thin fluff can be vaguely seen.

A man who is obviously 27 years old, why does he still look childish after falling asleep?Seems like it hasn't changed in all these years.

Song Ji felt a dreamlike confusion, as if he was still a teenager, and Xu Ting and the others were always by his side.

He looked at Xu Ting, and suddenly had the illusion that he was the most treasured flower among the flowers in this greenhouse, because it was too precious and needed to be cared for quietly, and held in the palm of his hand to avoid the sun and rain.

Song Ji had some absurd thoughts in his mind, as if he finally understood why there was such a saying as Jinwu Zangjiao.

He stretched out his hand, a little wanting to touch the flower at home.

But this is so weird, a man touching another man.

Even close friends are weird, Song Ji moved his fingers itchyly in the air, and finally retracted them.

It would be fine if Xu Ting was a woman.

This idea flashed by, and he himself felt inexplicably strange, obviously Xu Ting is not soft, and his figure is not delicate, why he has this idea is still facing his best old friend in high school

Song Ji accidentally thought deeply, what if Xu Ting was a woman?

Another voice told him that if Xu Tie was a woman, I would marry him.

Song Ji was taken aback by this sudden thought, he looked at Xu Ting again, and finally attributed it to his being too good-looking.

Xu Ting woke up in a daze, and suddenly saw Song Ji squatting in front of him, staring at him as if studying.

He let out a low cry, complaining a bit: "Why are you squatting here and not making a sound?"

Song Ji didn't answer for a while, Xu Ting felt that the way he looked at him was a little strange, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange, but when he looked carefully, it seemed quite normal.

"See what book you're reading, and I don't want to wake you up." Song Ji lowered his eyes.

"Oh! No, Hokage." Xu Ting handed him the book in his hand.

Song Ji took it and flipped through it, "Dinner is almost ready, let's go in." He stood up.

Xu Ting agreed, tidy up for a while, and then went out.

After dinner that day, Xu Ting washed the dishes as usual, and the two of them each occupied the sofa and sat watching TV.

We watched and chatted a few words, and at around ten o'clock, we said good night and went back to our rooms to sleep.

Xu Ting was exhausted today, and fell asleep quickly after washing.

However, he never thought that he had a erotic dream.

Xu Ting dreamed that Song Ji's upper body was full, his chest and back were as broad and powerful as he saw in the swimming pool this morning, and the curve of his back was hidden under the duvet.

The ambiguous ups and downs are buried in the quilt, although they are invisible, they bring even more ecstatic reverie.

He pressed a person under him, muttering some inconspicuous love words in a low voice.

The person under him was completely covered by him, his face could not be seen, only a few words leaked occasionally,

And the ivory-colored wrist and wriggling fingers held aside by Song Ji can be spied on.

This wrist is by no means a girl's. Although it is not thick, it is not slender either.

It's the kind between a man and a teenager. When struggling, you can see the stretched blue veins in the middle, which are particularly conspicuous buried under the fair skin.

The slender and well-articulated ten fingers broke free from Song Ji Maise's palm, trying in vain to grab something, but every time Song Ji firmly pressed him against the black pillow.

In the end, as if exhausted, she could only sit quietly on the black silk.

The short black and soft hair brushed by, making the white and wheat-colored entangled hands look like a gorgeous oil painting.

. . .

Xu Que Hongyan's tongue began to move, making a vague sound.Like protesting.

However, the tip of his tongue couldn't stop flipping, and the fingers that repeatedly slid across Song Ji seemed to be taking the initiative to fuck.

He was exhausted, the saliva stained his face along Song Ji's fingers, along the corners of his mouth, and then dripped onto the black pillow cover, wetting a small piece, spitting for no reason.

Heh, Xu Ting heard Song Ji's pleasant and deep laughter.

"Qiao, this is what you said you wanted." With a bit of malicious flirting and a little bit of pampering, the hoarseness tainted with desire spread all the way to Xu's ears, which was deafening.

Xu Ting woke up with a start.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, his face was covered in sweat, and even his back was wet with sweat.

Feeling again, the underwear is also wet.

He had never dreamed of such a clear and specific erotic dream.

Because even if I am gay, it is very awkward to dream of being pressed down by others and opening my body.

In the past, Xu Ting's dreams of this kind were vague and not very specific, and had no specific object.

No, not right.He thought that he also dreamed about Song Ji.

During the ten years, he would occasionally dream of the mature Song Ji in his imagination.

But that's just imagination, in fact, it was the high school period that I was substituted in the end.

But today he saw the real, 28-year-old Song Ji naked.

Alas, Xu Ting touched his face in frustration.

It's all his fault, he insists on swimming in the winter morning.

Xu Ting turned on the phone and saw that it was five in the morning.

He took off his underwear and changed, went to the bathroom to wash and dry it, and then returned to sleep.

Fortunately, I didn't get it on the bed, otherwise I would be ashamed and lose my hair.

Thinking of that absurd dream, Xu Ting still felt flushed.

It would be great if it could come true someday, even if it looks painful in the dream, if the object is Song Ji, I have no reluctance.

With Song Ji's figure, maybe I will take the initiative to pounce on him at that time, Xu Ting guessed shamelessly.