Veteran King [Entertainment]

Lin Qiao sat up from the bed, took Ling Mutian's stiff arm, and dragged him towards her.

"kiss Me."

Ling Mutian lowered his head slowly, his lips touched Lin Qiao's forehead and left, very perfunctory.

Lin Qiao didn't care, he pulled Ling Mutian onto the bed, let him sit beside him, and pointed to his lips.

"Kiss here."

Ling Mutian frowned. Under Lin Qiao's persuasive eyes, he reluctantly leaned over slowly. The distance was getting closer and closer, so close that he could smell Lin Qiao's body after bathing.

This old goblin actually put on makeup after taking a bath, so she must not be able to see people without makeup.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, someone pinned the back of his head. The next moment, his nose was filled with the smell of powder, his soft lips were pressed against his lips, and a slippery and tender tongue with a strong The smell of rouge broke into his mouth.

Ling Mutian pushed away the body that was close to him, regardless of the reaction of the person on the bed, ran into the bathroom a few steps, lay on the sink and retched a few times, tears were almost forced out.

He turned on the faucet, splashed several handfuls of water on his face, and rinsed his mouth a few more times before recovering.

The gaze behind his back was like a glow. He knew that Lin Qiao was watching him at the door, but he didn't dare to turn his head.

"Is it better?" the man behind him asked.

Ling Mutian nodded hesitantly.

"Okay, let's continue."

Ling Mutian suddenly turned around to look at Lin Qiao in disbelief. He never expected that Lin Qiao would still be in the mood to continue.

"You can leave right away if you regret it, I won't stop you." Lin Qiao stepped aside to open the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Ling Mutian walked past him with heavy steps, stopped after a few steps, and then turned back quickly, holding Lin Qiao's cheeks with both hands, and lowered his head fiercely to cover those bright red, ghost-like lips , venting his anger, panting violently, sounding like a beast tasting food.

Lin Qiao raised her head and endured silently, she didn't show any resistance to Ling Mutian's rudeness, but occasionally let out an unbearable soft hum.

After a while, Lin Qiao pushed him away, raised her arms, and ordered, "Wait for me to undress."

Ling Mutian's lips were stained red, his eyes were also red, and his chest heaved up and down with violent panting.

He approached Lin Qiao and unbuttoned the man one by one. His white chest and two red spots came into his line of sight unsuspectingly, and his fingers trembled.

"Does it look good?" Lin Qiao smiled teasingly, pressed close to Ling Mutian's lips, and asked in a low voice.

Ling Mutian didn't answer, but the movements of his hands became more and more clumsy, and the buttons became more and more difficult to open.

Seeing this, Lin Qiao was not in a hurry, she just bent her mouth and stared at Ling Mutian's movements, as if enjoying the process.

This difficult process was finally completed, and Lin Qiao stood in front of Ling Mutian with an attitude as if she was wearing a formal dress, without any shyness.

"It's your turn." Lin Qiao said with great interest.

Ling Mutian lowered his head, not daring to look at the body in front of him, and slowly but obediently completed Lin Qiao's order. "Then, let's | go to bed."

......

"Ah!" Ling Mutian pushed Lin Qiao away in shock, jumped up from the bed, and quickly jumped under the bed.

"So what?" Lin Qiao was somewhat impatient.

"You...you...I...." Ling Mutian faltered for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

"What you you me me?"

"I thought... thought you...."

"You thought I was spending money to fuck you, but you didn't expect that I was spending money to find someone to fuck me?" Lin Qiao didn't feel that there was anything wrong with saying such a thing.

"You...you...," Ling Mutian blushed, almost smoking.

"Okay, don't waste time, I'm about to go to bed." Lin Qiao pulled him to bed again.

A long time passed.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Qiao was so excited that she almost lost her sense of being fooled.

He said dispiritedly: "What's the matter, you're not in the mood? If you can't get hard, just take some medicine?"

Ling Mutian knelt between his legs, his expression was extremely bad, his expression changed again and again, and finally jumped off the bed again, knelt down at the foot of the bed with a plop, and kowtowed.

"Brother Lin, I really can't take it anymore, I'll be your son, and I'll take care of you in the future!"

Lin Qiao looked at the man kneeling at the foot of the bed dumbfounded, stretched out a foot and kicked him on the shoulder, seeing that the man didn't respond, she took out a bottle of medicine from the bedside cabinet.

He lay down on the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch Ling Mutian's chin, raised his head to examine his expression.

"I'll give you another chance, you can get dressed and leave immediately, or you can take this medicine right away."

Ling Mutian closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was despair and sternness in his eyes.

He grabbed the medicine in Lin Qiao's hand and swallowed it without even drinking water.

Lin Qiao laughed out loud, "You make me feel like an old rich landlord who oppresses women from good families, but I don't hate this feeling." On the contrary, I like it very much, and Lin Qiao didn't say the latter sentence.

The two returned to the bed again, Lin Qiao sat opposite to Ling Mutian, quietly waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

After a while, he yawned and looked at the wall clock.

"Xiao Ling, or you can close your eyes and imagine me as Qi Xiaoting." Lin Qiao suggested.

Ling Mutian suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, he couldn't believe that Lin Qiao was so cruel, mentioning Qi Xiaoting at such a time, and it was such an unbearable proposal, there was already hatred in his eyes.

But Lin Qiao didn't care. He approached Ling Mutian, kissed him gently on the lips, and continued in a very low voice, "How did you fuck her? Huh? Tell me."

Ling Mutian was furious, and threw Lin Qiao over on the bed.

Without doing anything lubricated, he rushed in and fucked Lin Qiao to death.

That night, Lin Qiao finally missed the usual bedtime.

.......

It was almost midnight when Ling Mutian returned to his room.

In the bathroom, he repeatedly rinsed his body stiffly, as if a piece of his heart was missing, empty.

When he was lying on the bed, the aftertaste of the medicine effect still remained in his body, and when the silky silk touched his body, he couldn't help but think of the white and delicate skin of that person just now, and his lower body stood up again.

He went into the bathroom again and took a cold shower for a long time before completely suppressing the aftertaste in his body.

He buried his head in the pillow until he couldn't stand it anymore before raising his head and panting violently.

He really didn't expect that he would be asked to take the initiative, and he had never tried so... intensely.

When I was with Qi Xiaoting before, both of them were tortured enough by making money, and they rarely had the interest to do it. Even if they did, he would have scruples, afraid of hurting Xiaoting, so he didn't dare to be too willful presumptuous.

But today, he completely released the beast in his heart. The other party is a man just like him, and he is the one who persecutes him. He doesn't need to be considerate or pity. Who, who is the person under him, just want to gallop and vent.

After everything stopped, he didn't even have the courage to look at that person, he put on his clothes in a daze and ran back to the room.

He thought that he might be subconsciously gay, which is why he was so devoted to this sex|thing.He felt ashamed of himself, he knew that something was changing, and it was useless to try to keep it.

That night, Ling Mutian didn't suffer from insomnia as he expected. Perhaps it was the loss of physical strength that made him feel extremely tired. After struggling for a while, he quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, when he woke up, he felt extraordinarily comfortable all over his body, but when all kinds of images filled his mind last night, he still felt a little overwhelmed.

The breakfast time in Lin's house is fixed, if you don't get up to eat, you will have nothing to eat.

It's okay not to eat breakfast, but Ling Mutian didn't want others to feel that he was strange, so he went downstairs on time.

When passing by the door of the next room, Ling Mutian was particularly afraid that Lin Qiao would just open the door, so he hurried over.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Jian Yu was already waiting there.

He made a gesture of please sit down, "Let's have dinner, Mr. Lin is not feeling well, so he won't come down to eat."

I don't know why, but after hearing this, Ling Mutian breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt his face get hot, and he blushed without even thinking about it.

Even if Lin Qiao wasn't there, Jian Yu and the two still ate the meal in silence, following the principle of not talking.

When Ling Mutian was leaving the dining table, he heard Jian Yu calling the family doctor and asking him to come over immediately.

The heart that had just calmed down was lifted up. Ling Mutian listened for a while, but he didn't hear Jian Yu mentioning Lin Qiao's current physical condition.

Just as he was feeling a little disappointed, he saw Jian Yu walking out after that, and when he saw that he was still there, he explained something.

"It's just a fever. There's nothing serious about it. I'll ask the doctor to give him a fever-reducing injection."

Ling Mutian nodded, "That's good." He turned around and planned to go upstairs to his room.

Jian Yu seemed to hesitate for a while before calling out to him, "Boss Lin is not in good health, in the future...be more restrained."

With a bang, Ling Mutian's face turned red up to his ears and neck, he responded casually, hurried upstairs a few steps and slammed the door of the room.

His heart was about to jump out of his chest, Ling Mutian suddenly felt afraid, because he found that he was actually worried about Lin Qiao's body.

Maybe, Lin Qiao's illness was caused by himself, that's why he felt guilty, there was no other reason, it must be like this.

This morning, Ling Mutian's class results were extremely poor, and he was always distracted.

When Dr. Li came, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he used the excuse to go to the bathroom, so he followed the doctor upstairs.

Fortunately, when Dr. Li entered Lin Qiao's room, the door was not closed tightly. Standing at the door, he could vaguely hear the conversation between Jian Yu and the doctor inside, but he did not hear Lin Qiao's voice.

It seems that Lin Qiao's condition is not serious, but the high fever persists, indicating that the inflammation in the body has not disappeared.

It was only then that Ling Mutian remembered that his action was too rough yesterday, that person seemed to be bleeding, after the incident he only felt extremely flustered, and he didn't clean it up for that person at all, now he knew where there was inflammation, needless to say.

After the doctor left, he wanted to knock on the door several times and go in to see how Lin Qiao was doing, but he didn't break through the hurdle in his heart, whether he really didn't go in.

The author has something to say: just slightly tragic