sorry i want you

Ou Jiming took the little boy and left the KTV. They didn't drive in the parking lot, and Ou Jiming didn't call for a car. Instead, they just cuddled together and walked towards the nearby hotel.

It was probably the first time for the little boy to appear on the stage. He was extremely uncomfortable along the way, lowering his head and looking around from time to time, as if he was afraid of being recognized as who he was.

Ou Jiming looked down at him and said, "What? You feel ashamed to come out with me?"

The little boy shook his head quickly: "No... Nothing."

Ou Jiming: "Then what are you doing with your head down?"

The little boy immediately gripped the hem of his clothes in aggrieved way: "I'm... not ready for the first time."

In normal times, Ou Jiming would definitely be angry with others: Don't come out to pick up guests if you are not ready.

But today, in front of the little boy, he seemed extremely patient.He didn't mean to be angry at all.Instead, he comforted: "There is a first time for everything. The person you met today was me. I don't need to worry about these small flaws with you. If it was another guest, it would not be so easy to get away with it. You are so timid Shrinking affects the mood of the guests, you know?"

The little boy became more and more wronged: "I'm sorry..."

Ou Jiming waved his hand: "Forget it, because of your young age, I won't argue with you."

The little boy immediately smiled gratefully at Ou Jiming: "Mr. Ou, you are really amazing. You have a successful career at a young age. I... admire you very much." The little boy's eyes were full of hope.

Ou Jiming waved his hand disapprovingly: "There's nothing to envy, I'm just an old man." Although he said it lightly, he is a man after all, and he is looked at and admired by the same sex , really made him very useful.

The little boy bowed his head and gave an 'hmm', and obediently did not speak again.

Soon, the two came to the door of the hotel next door.

The little boy stopped and looked up at Ou Jiming nervously: "Going to the hotel? Aren't we going to your house?"

Ou Jiming was overwhelmed by the boast just now, and his expression froze.

Although he had a lot of fun outside, he also had his own rules after playing, that is, no personal matters were involved, and he didn't even bother to be asked what kind of face cream he used.

The little boy's words obviously stepped on Ou Jiming's thunder.

"Do you think any of the guests brought home the duckling they found?"

The little boy suddenly panicked, grabbed his arm, Ruo Ruo pitifully apologized: "I...I'm sorry, I...I don't know."

His eyes were already red, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Ou Jiming couldn't lose his temper anymore, he just looked at him coldly, turned around and walked towards the hotel.

The little boy hurried back and walked in quickly.

The two left the elevator and came to the client. Ou Jiming took off his coat and tie as soon as he entered the door.

The little boy became even more nervous after entering the door. He stood at the door with a pale face for a while, as if he had just regained his consciousness, and hurriedly said to Ou Jiming: "I... I will wash first." The next second He got into the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.

It was probably too nervous, causing a loud bang.

After a while, there was the sound of showering in the bathroom.Sitting on the bed, Ou Jiming looked at the slender figure reflected on the frosted glass wall. He suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to push the little boy against the wall right now and take care of him.

Fortunately, the little boy didn't keep Ou Jiming waiting for too long, so he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

The boy lowered his head, his face, neck and ears were all red.He rubbed in front of Ou Jiming step by step, his hand holding the towel was trembling.

His breathing was disturbed, and he looked at Ou Jiming nervously. After a long time, he said dryly: "Mr. Ou...we..."

Ou Jiming leaned on the head of the bed, looked at him amusedly, and ordered him in a cold tone: "Throw away the bath towel."

The boy's white and tender knuckles trembled, and the bath towel that was held tightly by him fell to the ground.

Immediately, his immature body was revealed in front of Ou Jiming.

He looked him up and down coldly, looking at everything carefully.

Probably because he was too shy, his whole body was flushed with shame, and his body was shaking even more. He didn't know where to put his hands, but in the end he couldn't overcome the shame in his heart, so he clasped his hands together somewhere.

This little pitiful appearance is very cute to look at.

He sat without moving, just asked: "Do you know what to do next?"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then nodded stiffly: "Yes."

"Then what are you still doing?"

The boy put his hands on Ou Jiming's shoulders, then leaned over to kiss him.

Ou Jiming tilted his head and avoided it: "This is not allowed." The tone was like the owner scolding the pet.

The boy pursed his lips in grievance, and was so pitiful that he was about to cry, not knowing what to do next.

Ou Jiming smiled: "Are you really good at nothing? Or is it because your acting skills are too good?"

The boy just lowered his face even lower, feeling extremely wronged.

In the end, he stretched his trembling hands to Ou Jiming's chest, unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his sensitive spots.

Warm and slippery tongue, fresh smell of body wash.

Ou Jiming immediately became interested, took a long and deep breath, and let the little boy wait on him.

This technique is not very unfamiliar, and it soon caused an inextinguishable fire to rise deep in Ou Jiming's body.

Ou Jiming grabbed his hips and squeezed them jokingly.The other hand was on his shoulder, following the northern curve all the way down.

The boy who was bent over to work suddenly stopped all his movements.His body trembled, he slumped down, looked up at Ou Jiming with watery eyes, and hummed softly.

Just now he had to believe that the boy was really a blank slate.

But the skillful technique just now, as well as the blood-spitting soft hum, are completely old Jiang Hu's methods.

Ou Jiming's interest was dampened.

Turn over and press the boy under him, and then ask him: "You licked well just now, who taught you?"

The little boy was lying on the bed, his face was so red that he could bleed: "I... Sister Lan asked me to practice by licking two bananas every morning, noon and evening..."

Ou Jiming: "Really? Then you are good at studying and comprehending."

Boy: "I'm good at other things too." He put his hand between the two of them.

Ou Jiming took a deep breath, and then frowned.

Knead with fingertips.

Ou Jiming buried his face in the boy's neck, panting heavily.

Suddenly, the boy who was huddled in the corner of the high bed more than ten years ago popped into his mind. At that time, his wet black eyes were like a frightened fawn, full of fear and shame.

When he was young at that time, was he as attractive as the boy who was suppressed by him at that time?

No, no, that boy is more natural, without the deliberation and skill of the person in front of him!

I feel like mine are all pornography...but I really wanted to write a very pure Danmei novel at the beginning~~