Now, little cane

All the way to Qi Ling's neighborhood, Yan He parked the car, and Qi Ling's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat, which was painful.

Qi Ling got out of the car alone and walked slowly, Yan He locked the car in a hurry and followed in a few steps.

When they reached the door, Qi Ling took out the key, but her hands were a little unsteady, Yan He hurriedly snatched it over, dog-legged: "I'll come, I'll come."

Qi Ling didn't speak, and let him try and try again, but fortunately, he opened the door.

Qi Ling went to the second floor and returned to her room.

Yan He went to his kitchen, rummaged for a long time, finally found a package of milk powder, boiled water, and mixed a glass of milk for him.

Hands were hot, but they were held up, and when they were placed on Qi Ling's bedside table, Yan He kept shaking his hands and jumping.

Qi Ling's master bedroom has a bathroom, and Yan He was a little embarrassed when he heard the sound of water splashing, so he rummaged through the medicines in the bedside table, there were almost a dozen kinds of stomach medicines.

Yan He was defeated, took out his mobile phone, and was going to ask Du Niang, which one to use.

As soon as it was swiped open, a text message popped out.

[Stomach medicine: three pills in the yellow box, one pill in the white box.If he is in severe pain, give him another painkiller.By the way, I am clouded. 】

Yanhe: ...

Yan He obediently divided up the medicine and put it on the toilet paper, but did not take the painkiller for the time being.

Qi Ling washed off the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the bathroom, came out in a bathrobe, and watched Yan He obediently sitting cross-legged beside his bedside table, holding a glass of milk in his hand, wondering if he was afraid of the cold.When she looked up at him, her light maroon eyes contained a bit of ignorance of ignorance of the world.

Qi Ling was slightly startled, walked over and opened the closet, took a T-shirt and jeans of her own and threw them on the bed.

"The perfume on your clothes is too strong." Qi Ling said.

Yan He was stunned for a moment, didn't ask anything, just took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

When she came out, Qi Ling was lying on the bed, drinking milk slowly, and had already taken the medicine.

Yan He breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan He looked at his side face, his profile was handsome, his eyebrows were thick, he had just taken a bath, and his lips were rosy from the steam.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous, and Yan He reacted a little, feeling more and more embarrassed.

Yan He swallowed, and still said: "Well, today is You Suxi's class reunion, let me pretend to be her boyfriend, she is not very good at wearing high heels, and then her feet got blisters, so I just hug her to change them Shoes. The one next to me is our school doctor, it doesn't matter."

Qi Ling still didn't speak, she pursed her lips and looked over, her eyes were gloomy and she couldn't see to the end.

Yan He didn't dare to look at him, and turned his head slightly to avoid it.

After Qi Ling took the last sip, she put the cup on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. The bathrobe was not tied tightly, the chest to the abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and the roots of the thighs could be glimpsed.

Yan He froze in place as if he had been poked.

Qi Ling laughed: "You are blushing."

Yan He nodded and said nothing.

Qi Ling said softly: "Come here."

Qi Ling said softly: "Come here."

Yan He walked over and stood in front of Qi Ling, his whole body almost collapsed into a line.

Qi Ling rested her head on his lower abdomen, seeing that he was just nervous, she slowly reached out and hugged Yan He's waist.

Yan He's breathing became short of breath.

Qi Ling rubbed the side of his face on his waist and said, "You're hard."

This serious voice made Yan He even more passionate.

Yan He said in a low voice, "Well."

Qi Ling slowly put her hand into his clothes, rubbed Yan He's side waist gently, Yan He closed his eyes.

It still hasn't changed, and people tremble slightly when touched here a few times.

Qi Ling's eyes darkened.

Qi Ling lifted the hem of her clothes and kissed Yan He's waist. There was only a thin layer of muscle lines, and when his kisses crushed Yan He's skin, he would tense up.

Nothing has changed.

The night wind outside the window is cold and silent, and the inside of the window gradually becomes warm and mellow.

"Umm... ah..." Yan He gasped in a low voice.

Yan He didn't expect Qi Ling to do this. His five fingers were caught in Qi Ling's short hair, and his hands were a little bit prickly.Qiling roughly licked his lower body in her mouth, making her feel both happy and uncomfortable.

Qi Ling spat out Yan He's lower body, her mouth was a little fishy and salty.

The glans has secreted a clear liquid.too fast.

Qi Ling: "How long has it been since you passed?"

Yan He only panted but didn't speak, seeing Qi Ling let him go, he was about to push Qi Ling away.

Qiling didn't give him a chance, she sucked her head in again and licked it carefully, pressed her tongue against the opening of the urethra and continued to fiddle with it, and rubbed the shaft back and forth for him with her hands.Yanhe gasped even louder.

Soon Yanhe pushed his shoulder and said vaguely: "Spit it out, spit it out. Want to..."

Qi Ling took most of it in and sucked it hard.

Yan He raised his head, the corners of his mouth were wet, his throat kept rolling, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Qi Ling swallowed, hugged him around the waist and pressed him on the bed, Yan He's eyes were lost, and his chest kept rising and falling.

Qi Ling's kiss landed on Yan He's lower abdomen, Yan He trembled again, and pushed Qi Ling with his hand, the bathrobe fell apart during the pushing, Yan He's hand touched the skin of Qi Ling's shoulder, froze, and did not dare to move an inch anymore .

Qi Ling stood up and looked at Yanhe.

The person below him had reddish eyes and couldn't stop panting, he was really pretty.

Carefully, Qi Ling bent down, looked at him, and wanted to kiss him on the cheek, Qi Ling closed her eyes.

Yan He's heart tightened, his hand trembled, and it slid down Qi Ling's shoulder, touching a circular scar.

Still in a daze, the next moment, when he realized what it was, Yan He opened his eyes wide as if he had been struck by lightning.

The memory came unexpectedly, tearing apart the river of time for more than ten years, and accurately reaching Yanhe's heart.

Yan He's body trembled like a sieve, and he began to gasp heavily as if dying.

Qi Ling suddenly opened her eyes.

Almost kissed him on the cheek...

Yan He couldn't help but cling to the sheets, curled up, coughed awkwardly, panted heavily, but couldn't take in any air, his hair was dizzy, and his eyes were black.

Qi Ling quickly took out a medicine box from under the pillow, opened it and stuffed it into Yanhe's mouth, Yanhe inhaled, the pain in the corners of his eyes forced his natural tears to flow down half of his face.Yan Hefang didn't realize how bad he looked until his breathing became a little smoother.

He looked up at Qi Ling.

Qi Ling sat at the foot of the bed, looking at him with that piercing eyes, Yan He was looked at a bit sluggishly.

Qi Ling's bathrobe was completely undone, and the reaction was obvious, but there was no emotion on his face.

It was too late for Yan He to realize that something was wrong.

Qi Ling spoke calmly: "You think I'm dirty?"

Questions carry the calmness and affirmation of declarative sentences.

Yan He was heartbroken, and was about to speak, when Qi Ling arched her body and buried her face in her hands, the pain was unbearable.

Yan He could see it, but couldn't speak, and stared blankly at Qi Ling.

After a while, Qi Ling raised her head, got up and pulled him by the arm to push him out of the door, regained some sense and said: "Let's go, I don't want to do something that I will regret."

Until Qi Ling closed the door, Yan He didn't have time to argue.

Yan He slowly lifted up his trousers, zipped them up, straightened his clothes, held the medicine box, and walked out of Qi Ling's house.

When he got back into the car, Yan He lost all strength.

The weather in early summer also changed quickly. After Yan He sat in the car absent-mindedly for 10 minutes, it started to rain.Yan He opened the car window, leaned on the steering wheel with his head resting on his arms, breathing heavily.

Thinking of Qi Ling's last expression, Yan He felt so uncomfortable that he had difficulty breathing.

It's not like this, why is it like this?

Yan He closed his eyes, his eye sockets were so hot that he felt uncomfortably hot.

His boy, the boy who seemed to be carrying the light, had disappeared into the years and changed his appearance.

Yanhe still remembers the first time they met.

He sat in the classroom uneasy, because the textbooks he studied abroad were different, and the teacher was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the progress, so he was assigned to the first year of high school class according to the progress of mathematics.He learned Mandarin from his mother, and he doesn't use it often. Everyone speaks very fast, and he can't keep up, so he has to stay silent most of the time.

He completed the enrollment procedures, and sat in the classroom on the second afternoon, but no one spoke to him. He was very unfamiliar with everything, and he didn't dare to talk to the people around him, for fear that he would not understand and make people laugh.

It's time to be uneasy.

The boy walked in, with a full body flying fiercely, with short hair and high eyebrows.

Yan He watched him put a bunch of things on the podium, then raised his head and looked at him, Yan He felt a little uneasy.

Then he came down and sat beside him, showing his white teeth, and the brilliance in his eyes was all because of his smile, he said: "My name is Qi Ling, hello."

Every word is so clear and slow, which is different from the daily speech speed he knows.

He slowed down.

He was infected and laughed too.

That smile will never fade in my memory.

have changed.

Not the same.

Qi Ling doesn't like to laugh anymore, now that he looked over normally, Yan He couldn't guess what he was thinking at all.

The brilliance seemed to be forcibly peeled off from him, and Qi Ling had grown into a stranger to Yan He.

Yan He was so uncomfortable that his eyes were still wet.He covered his eyes, endured it for a moment, and felt much better again.

Yan He looked out the window, picked up the medicine box, and inhaled slowly. The sound of the rain outside the car had become violent and no longer gentle.

But that person is Qi Ling.

It was the same person who made his heart hurt when he thought about it.

or that...

Yan He gasped again, he forced himself not to think too much, forced himself to be calm, obediently carried the doctor's instructions, took a deep breath and kept exhaling, it took almost half an hour before he felt his breathing became smoother.

Yan He closed the window, got out of the car, and locked it.

Step by step, he went to Qi Ling's house again.

The rain chilled him so much that Yanhe didn't dare to run, but just walked.

After waiting at the door of Qi Ling's unit for more than ten minutes, someone finally came back. Yan He thanked the people living in this unit, waited for them to unlock the building, and followed into the building.

Yan He stood at Qi Ling's door and rang the doorbell.

I thought it would take a while, but the door opened immediately.

Qi Ling's bathrobe has been fastened.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Yan He wiped his wet and dripping hair, and said with a smile, "Can I always borrow your downstairs bathroom to take a shower?"

Qi Ling took a deep look at him, and finally turned sideways: "Come in."

Qi Ling pointed to the bathroom downstairs and said, "Go."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "I'll bring you a new set of clothes and put them at the door. Don't worry about the water you got on the floor. Don't use it to say goodbye to me. The rain has stopped..." There was a rare pause in the sentence, "Let's go .”

Yan He didn't speak, went into the bathroom, put hot water on his face and washed his face, he felt much more comfortable.

Standing under the shower head, Yan He drenched his whole body, the hot water soothed his body and mind.

Qi Ling's household items are very simple, but quite complete. Her body, which has not been opened for a long time, is extremely astringent. After taking a bath for nearly half an hour, Yan He wiped the water clean with Qi Ling's bath towel, and dried her hair. Dry.

He opened the door with slippers on, and there was a clothes basket at the door, with a set of clean clothes in it.

Yan He took a look and walked out naked.

Walking upstairs, stood quietly at Qi Ling's door for a moment, and held the doorknob to open it firmly.

A voice came from inside the door: "I told you..."

Qi Ling didn't finish her sentence, she couldn't continue, her eyes were fixed on Yan He's body, Yan He's skin was still pink and moist after just taking a shower.

Yan He entered the door and turned off the overhead light, walked to his bedside, and turned on the small warm yellow bedside lamp.

Qi Ling lay on the bed without speaking or moving, just looking at him.

Yan He spread his legs, sat on Qi Ling's lap, stretched out his hand to untie his bathrobe, Qi Ling was already hard.

Yan He lowered his head and slowly pressed a kiss on Qi Ling's lips.

He licked his lips and said with difficulty: "It's not dirty."

After saying this sentence, Qi Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yan He continued, saying every word seriously: "You know."

Qiling firmly pressed Yan He's back of the head, her tongue darted into Yan He's mouth and wreaked havoc, kissing Yan He lightly.

But he didn't dare to go too far, he suppressed his lust, and let go of his words from time to time, but it wasn't enough, not enough.

Qi Ling touched Yan He's back waist, and Yan He gasped again.

Qi Ling took Yan He over and pushed him down, Yan He's light-colored pupils slightly dilated, he kissed Yan He's slumped face, and then sucked heavily on Yan He's neck.

Qi Ling stroked Yan He's waist slowly, and asked hoarsely, "Do you want to open the window?"

Yan He shook his head, swallowed his saliva, and said, "When you grow up, you seldom get sick, you... just slow down, it will be fine."

Qi Ling suppressed a bit of ruthlessness: "I want to kill you."

Yan He smiled: "Then at least let's leave a sigh of relief, and it can be recycled."

After finishing speaking, he caressed Qi Ling's cheek and said with years of obscurity: "I miss you so much, Qi Ling."

"My chest hurts just thinking about it."

Those light-colored eyes stared at him, calming down the pain accumulated over the years: "I just can't forget you, what should I do..."

Yan He kissed Qi Ling's Adam's apple, imitating him just now, kissing all the way down to the lower abdomen, Bei Qiling lifted it up, he hugged Yan He, and said: "No, that's enough."

Yan He looked at him with that kind of ignorant eyes again.

He wanted to make him cry.

Yan He was puzzled, Qi Ling touched the side of his face, didn't ask any more questions, and kissed him.

Yan He was panting, Qi Ling's hand was slowly walking on his body, Yan He closed his eyes, holding back, Qi Ling didn't dare to be cruel, but seeing his arched eyebrows, he let him go.

Yan He's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, who was dripping, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

Qiling rolled over his body, licking from the neck all the way down the back to the tailbone, Yanhe panted continuously.

A finger soaked in lubricant was inserted into it, and it was hard to move, and Yan He's waist instantly went limp.The thigh trembled, Qi Ling couldn't help but took a bite, and Yan He whimpered unbearably.Extended to the third finger, the mouth of the acupuncture point was wet and slightly open, and the pink and tender intestinal wall inside could be seen.

Yan He buried his head in the pillow, and his breath was pressed into the pillow.

Qi Ling resisted and asked, "Are you ready?"

Yan He's voice was hoarse: "Okay, okay, come in."

After finishing speaking, arching his back impatiently, Qiling slapped his buttocks, suppressing, "Don't flirt."

Yan He became even more excited, fluid flowed from his mouth, and he kept swallowing.

Qi Ling supported her lower body, and slowly inserted into the hot and humid mouth, which was tightly twisted. He kept rubbing Yan He's buttocks with both hands, and stopped for a while.

Qi Ling also gasped: "Relax, squeeze harder and you'll shoot."

Yan He's voice was tinged with tears: "Why don't we forget about it today?"

Qi Ling suddenly submerged completely, Yan He trembled violently, Qi Ling sighed: "It's late."

After a few changes, Yan He: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Yan He's back covered his whole body, glowing pink, Qi Ling touched his avatar, the object was like a dehydrated fish beating in his palm, transparent water was secreted from his head, it was very emotional, Qi Ling Holding Yan He's waist with both hands, he began to speed up.

Yan He arched his waist, shaking from being dried.

Yan He raised his head from the pillow and said confusedly, "Ah...Qi Ling, try harder, Qi Ling, Qi Ling..."

Qi Ling pulled Yan He up, pressed his chest against Yan He's back, pulled his wrist, and straightened his waist.

"Ugh... ah... so deep..."

Qi Ling didn't speak, took his hand, stretched his waist to fuck him, Yan He's eyes were all red, and he couldn't help saying: "Slow down, slow down, I'm about to cum."

Qi Ling's hoarse voice was full of lust: "Then shoot."

"Ah... ah..." Sure enough, I shot.

Yan He's body trembled unceasingly, he loosened his strength and leaned on Qi Ling's body, Qi Ling didn't move, and stretched out his hand to rub his lower body slowly, Yan He raised his head and leaned on Qi Ling's shoulder, swallowing saliva uncontrollably, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure Prolonged, lingering into an obsession entangled in lust.

Qi Ling suddenly said again: "Are you..."

Yan He opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes were so bright that he could see to the end at a glance.

Qi Ling got stuck, and said after a while, "I'm sorry."

Yan He raised his head to warm him, his lips and tongue were intertwined, and fluid was implicated from the corner of his mouth.

"Needless to say that sentence, but more." Panting, Yan He was touched hard by Qi Ling again.

"it is good."

"Ah...Qi Ling, Qi Ling...Qi Ling..." Yan He kept calling Qi Ling's name.

The mouth of the back hole was numb from dryness, and the water foam was entangled between the buttocks, splashed by Qi Ling's cock.

Qi Ling stretched out her hand to fiddle with Yan He's tongue, and he sucked his fingers in a daze. Qi Ling's lower body became a little harder, and she bit his ear and blew: "Little slut."

Yan He gasped even more, Lang called Qi Ling's name.

Qi Ling held his waist, almost reaching the edge, panting slightly, and forcefully fucked that tender mouth.

"Harder, harder..." Yan He's saliva stained the bed sheet, arched his waist unbearably, and kept shrugging his butt.

Qi Ling slapped him on the thigh, and Yan He couldn't hold back the sound, Meng Lang screamed extremely.

Qi Ling pinched the front of him, blocking the mouth of the bell, and fucked harder underneath, Yan He twisted his body on the bed in discomfort, making Qi Ling fuck harder and deeper.

"Let go, let go... woo..."

Qi Ling pulled out his dick, and it was all wet.

Yan He's back acupoints could not be closed, they opened and shrank, as if he was greedy for food, there was water foam all around.

Turning Yan He upright, his face was already flushed, Qi Ling touched Yan He's face, his legs quickly wrapped around Qi Ling's waist, rubbing against her, Qi Ling put his long legs on his shoulders, With all his strength, he sank into the soft acupuncture point, making a slight sound.

The hand holding Yan Heling's mouth didn't relax at all, Qi Ling's eyes were red, and she felt dry again and again, making the sound of patting her flesh.

He coaxed gently in his mouth: "Call me, and I'll give it to you."

Yan He lost his mind, and said in a lustful voice: "Well, Qi Ling?"

Qiling was sweating, and stopped: "It's not that, think again."

Yan He was puzzled, so he looked at him with foggy eyes, which made Qi Ling almost unable to hold back.

Qiling fucked him hard a few times, then restrained herself and stopped.

Yan He had already started to scratch at the bed sheets randomly, and the mouth of the bell that Qi Ling was holding down kept spitting out liquid, making his hands slippery.

"Hey~ think again." Qi Ling lowered her head and kissed his cheek lightly.

Yan Hetan whispered, tremblingly, "Husband...?"

Qi Ling didn't speak, her waist was shaking violently, talking.

"Easy... ah... ah..."

After dozens of pumps, Qi Ling pushed hard into the depths, hugged Yanhe tightly, and shot out.

Yan He couldn't speak, just gasped, Qi Ling listened to his breathing, put his cheek against Yan He's cheek, and said softly: "I love you."

Yan He gasped for breath, swallowed his saliva, and said in a breathy voice: "Well, I love you too."

He raised his hand to touch the scars all over Qi Ling's back, and he had taut feet, but inside he was heartbroken and uncomfortable, so he had to close his eyes to cover it.