sorry i want you

Without saying a word, Ou Jiming strode up to him with a dark face, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the river.

Seeing Ou Jiming's angry posture, it seemed like he was going to beat someone up.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Lu Dinghao hurriedly went to smooth things over: "Ji Ming, your leg is injured, you should go back to the hotel first."

"Don't mind your own business." Ou Jiming ignored Lu Dinghao and pushed Wu Xin to the river.

First, Wu Xin screamed in panic, and then there was a 'plop' sound of falling into the water.

Ou Jiming clapped his hands and pointed to the others: "If any of you go down to save him, it's against me." After speaking, he turned and walked towards Xin Yue.

Xin Yue was also shocked at first, he thought that Ou Jiming was going to comfort Wu Xin, but he didn't expect him to throw him into the river.

He watched Ou Jiming stop in front of him, then raised his arms towards him, asking for a hug.

Xin Yue: "..."

To be honest, he didn't want to hug Ou Jiming at all.But if he didn't hug him, would he throw himself into the river too?

Of course, as soon as this idea flashed through his mind, he rejected it.

No matter how he jumped down just now to save himself, it is really unreasonable not to hug him.

He pursed his pretty lips, and finally walked over to hug him.

Ou Jiming put his arms around his neck and said, "Go back."

Xin Yue took a shortcut and walked up: "I'll call a car to take you to a nearby hospital."

Ou Jiming: "No need."

Xin Yue: "Your leg is seriously injured. If you don't go to the hospital, aren't you afraid of the sequelae?"

Ou Jiming said solemnly: "Just take me back to my room, I have my own plan."

Xin Yue: "..." Since Ou Jiming had already said that, he didn't need to say anything more, so he sent him back to the hotel.

Ou Jiming lives in the room next to him.

As soon as he entered Ou Jiming's room, Xin Yue's heart tightened involuntarily, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him in this room, which made him inexplicably nervous.

He wanted to escape a little, so he put Ou Jiming on the sofa: "Since you said that you will handle the next thing yourself, then I'll go back first." He turned to leave, but Ou Jiming grabbed his arm.

"What else?" he asked.

Ou Jiming: "I'm soaked all over, shouldn't you change into clean clothes for me?"

Xin Yue frowned: "You said that I just need to send you back to the room."

Ou Jiming: "I said I had my own plan, and I didn't say I wouldn't let you change my clothes."

Xin Yue: "..."

Ou Jiming: "It seems that my leg was injured to save you, so you should too..."

Xin Yue: "Okay, I see." Looking around the room, "Where's your luggage? I'll get you clothes."

Ou Jiming: "It's in the closet, just bring me a bathrobe and change into it."

Xin Yue turned around to get him a change of clothes, ignoring that he was also wet.

And when he turned around, Ou Jiming's eyes were always glued to him.

Thin waist and narrow buttocks, upright and firm.

Although Xin Yue looked a little thin, but coupled with his cold abstinence aura, it was just right, making people unable to look away.

Xin Yue found the bathrobe and took another towel. When he turned around, Ou Jiming quickly looked away.

Xin Yue took the clothes and walked over, first threw the towel on Ou Jiming's head, rubbed it for a while, and sucked up the dripping moisture: "Clothes...you..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ou Jiming said, "I can't move my legs."

Xin Yue: "You only need to use your hands to change clothes, not your legs."

Ou Jiming: "When I move, my leg hurts."

Did Ou Jiming blackmail him?

Without saying a word, Xin Yue turned his waist and grabbed the hem of Ou Jiming's sweatshirt, and lifted it up.

The action of his bending over just made the baggy T-shirt that was glued to his body hang down.

The oversized neckline fully exposes his interior.

The fair chest became more lustrous after being wetted with water. Ou Jiming still remembered the touch of this piece of skin in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but gulp down his saliva.

Xin Yue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became angry. He was about to slap Ou Jiming's face, but stopped halfway.

Ou Jiming: "Can you move faster? Don't dawdle."

Xin Yue was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and felt bored in his heart. His gentle movements just now became violent in an instant, and he pulled his clothes to take off his clothes a few times. When dealing with Ou Jiming's wet pants, he couldn't stretch out his hands no matter what.

He was hesitating, but Ou Jiming reminded him very rudely: "What are you doing in a daze? Take off!"

Xin Yue was uncomfortable enough just staying in the room with him, and now he wants to take off his pants for Ou Jiming himself?

His wet trousers were softly attached to Ou Jiming's body curves. Even though they were wrapped in the trousers, just by looking at the bulging curves, Xin Yue knew how big Ou Jiming's thing was.

Besides, he had personally tasted the stimulation that Ou Jiming brought to him.

The body was hot and dry, and the lips and tongue were parched.He lowered his eyes, grabbed the sides of his waist, and pulled down.

Ou Jiming's butt seemed to be stuck to the sofa, and he refused to cooperate with Xin Yue at all, so after he pulled it a few times, he found that his pants didn't move at all.

Ou Jiming looked at him leisurely: "You don't seem to have any experience in taking care of others. How can you take it off if you talk like this."

Xin Yue: "What do you want?"

Ou Jiming: "Pick me up."

I'm afraid Ou Jiming wants to eat his tofu!

Xin Yue thought for a while, but didn't say much. He bent down, passed his arms through Ou Jiming's armpits, and when he lifted Ou Jiming, he hung on him.

He quickly freed up a hand to pull Ou Jiming's pants.

Ou Jiming breathed heavily, scratching his skin.

Ou Jiming's lips were very soupy, clinging to his.

Ou Jiming's thing popped out and hit his leg.

This bastard can also be in heat like this!

Xin Yue's eyes were wide open, and his face flushed a little.

He pretended he didn't know anything, pulled off the bath towel on Ou Jiming's head, and wiped the water droplets on Ou Jiming's body one by one.

From time to time, the fingertips scratched his sensitive waist, and when putting on the bathrobe for him, they rubbed against the skin of his waist from time to time, and Ou Jiming, who was lying on him, trembled.

Xin Yue pushed him away.

While slumping down on the sofa, Ou Jiming took the bathrobe to cover his sensitivity.

Xin Yue's gaze swept over the bulging ball, and he leaned over to tie the belt of Ou Jiming's bathrobe.

Arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting almost on his shoulders, wrapping the strap from behind and pulling it to the front.

Water dripped from Xin Yue's tip and landed on Ou Jiming's neck and chest.He couldn't even hold back his breath.But Xin Yue had already taken a step back, standing out of his control.

Xin Yue said: "Is there anything else I can do? Or do you want me to help you take a bath?"

Ou Jiming leaned on the sofa, staring at Xin Yue, without saying a word.

"Since there is no one, I'll go first, and my clothes are still wet." Xin Yue said.

What else can Ou Jiming do?He could only watch Xin Yue leave.