good luck

"Don't go." Song Ji dragged him back, "I haven't made it clear yet."

Xu Ting struggled: "There's nothing to say, let go."

Song Ji ignored him and just walked in silently.

Seeing that Song Ji ignored his request, Xu Ting began to struggle. This time, he used his strength and kicked Song Ji hard several times.

Song Ji reckoned that his leg would be blue tomorrow.

Seeing that he couldn't control Xu Ting, he simply carried him on his shoulders.

Xu Ting's stomach was panicked by the hard muscles on Song Ji's shoulders, and he kept beating Song Ji's back with his fists. It sounded loud, but he didn't have the heart to strike hard.

Just now, Xu Ting had started to regret that his feet were not serious.

Song Ji didn't respond and let him beat him.

He carried Xu Lian, a man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, upstairs, walked to the door of his bedroom, and kicked the door open.

With two bangs, the door flicked open and then swung back shut.

Song Ji resisted Xu Ting and shook him hard on the bed, but he didn't soften his hands.

Xu Ting was thrown on the bed and bounced and fell, enduring dizziness before he could get up.

Song Ji came over, he was almost 1.9 meters tall and weighed about 180 kilograms.

Xu Ting almost couldn't catch his breath under his pressure, and was trapped in the quilt tightly, unable to escape from under Song Ji's body no matter how hard he tried.

In the end, he made himself miserable, his face and neck were all red with sweat, and his hair was sticking wetly to his forehead.

Song Ji pinched his chin, raised his head to look at him in such a seductive manner for a while, and buried his head in kissing Xu Ting's lips.

Xu Teng yelled vaguely, wanted to bite Song Ji but was pinched by his cheek, so he could only let him go straight in for a while.

Song Ji kissed him fiercely, sucking and biting his lips, as if trying to swallow him like jelly.

His tongue went deep into Xu Que's mouth, swept it inside, licked Xu Que's neatly arranged teeth, and the tender flesh of the inner lip.

Finally hooked his tongue and began to click his tongue, the sound of lips and tongue intertwined was too ambiguous and harsh in the silent room.

. . .

Xu Ting was so startled by this behavior that he came to his senses, and hurriedly pushed Song Ji's head.

"Are you crazy?" Xu Ting shouted loudly, greeting Song Ji on his forehead.

Song Ji stared red, and finally stopped reluctantly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xu Ting above him with a little aggrieved eyes.

"I went to buy you a gift just now. I was planning to confess my love tomorrow, so I didn't even eat dinner."

Xu Ting:!!!

"You still blame me for reading your diary. If I don't read your diary, I will never know that you like me, and you can't know that I like you." Song Ji whispered in Xu Ting's ear.

Xu Ting:!!!

"You. Say you. You...you like me!"

"Yes, I like you, I just found out some time ago." Song Ji stared at him with serious eyes.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asked Xu Ting.

Xu Ting was still in a state of shock and didn't reply to him for a while.

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Song Ji put his head down and wanted to continue.

Xu Ting hurriedly supported his head.

"Okay." Xu Ting only replied with this one word.

In fact, he thought that it would be hard for his secret love to come true, even if it was just a love affair, his life would not be in vain.

Let's talk about the future.

"Oh," Song Ji seemed to know that he would agree, "Then let's continue." He began to take off Xu Tong's pants.

Xu Ting:. . .

He slapped Song Ji on the face, not hard, but a bit of intimate reproach.

"Do you have a condom? Do you have lubricating oil? Do you have a cleaning tool for the back? Which of us gets off and who gets on?"

Song Ji:. . .

There is nothing in his bedroom that Xu Ting said.

"What lubricating oil and cleaning tools?" Song Ji was puzzled.

"Get up. I don't understand anything, and I still want to continue." Xu Ting used contemptuous words to cover up his shyness.

Song Ji:. . .

He decided to stay up late to study later.

"Wait," he stopped Xu Ting who was about to get up.

"How do you know so much, did someone teach you?"

Xu Ting:. . .

Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to tell his current boyfriend that he had just confirmed the relationship. Except for some special reasons, he and his ex-boyfriend didn't make it in the last step.

"I'm so narrow-minded, I haven't asked your two ex-girlfriends yet!"

Song Ji:. . .

He admitted it, he admitted it.

It was taught by others!

Song Ji has double standards, although it is impossible for him and other women to just hold hands purely.

It's not easy to criticize, but I still overturned the jar of jealousy in my heart.

. . .

Xu Ting:. . .

Now he doubts whether Song Ji is really a straight man.

While playing, Song Ji intentionally let out a teasing laugh from his mouth.

The voice was low and hoarse, and the vibrations that came out reached Xu Ting's Adam's apple.

Xu Ting could hear the complacency and teasing in his tone, and felt embarrassed, he pulled the sheet under his body with his right hand,

Feel the aftertaste.

Song Ji saw that his lips were red and swollen, the lips were bright and wet, and his eyes were slack, so he couldn't help but want to bully him.

"What should I do? You feel comfortable but I haven't come out yet?"

Xu Ting stared at him blankly, at a loss for what to do.

. . .

In fact, Xu Ting saw that Song Ji had been unable to come out, and thought that he was still physically uncomfortable with the same-sex caress.

Now I can breathe a sigh of relief.

After the two had an intimate affair, the atmosphere cooled down and they felt a little uncomfortable.

We all know that we are very close in our hearts, but the physical distance has progressed too fast, and we can't feel at ease for a while.

After saying good night awkwardly and shyly, Xu Ting went back to his room to wash and sleep.

Before parting, Song Ji hugged him and gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

As soon as Xu Ting left, Song Ji quickly got up and opened his notebook to check the pictures and study.

He suppressed the discomfort, looked at the two muscular European and American men on the screen, after watching the two movies at least,

I also searched for some precautions for men on the Internet.

I watched until three o'clock in the morning, and finally had a basic understanding.

He thought about going to do something tomorrow, and he would be able to hehe in a few days.

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