insolent

Ye Feng lit a second cigarette, but the tent still didn't collapse.

The slowly rising white mist filled the narrow space in the toilet. Ye Feng looked down, took a puff of cigarette helplessly, and exhaled lightly, as if he had spit out a fairyland. up.

"Ye Feng." A call came from outside the door.

Ye Feng was so nervous that he shook his hand: "Here."

Hearing the sound, Wei Chen figured out which pit he was probably in. After taking a few steps closer, his voice became clearer: "What are you doing, so long?"

Ye Feng coughed lightly and said, "No... Constipation."

Wei Chen frowned: "Didn't you say that you came to the toilet to smoke, why are you constipated now?"

Ye Feng glanced at the half of a cigarette held between his fingers, and almost bit off his tongue, he was so nervous that he just opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

Wei Chen urged and left.

Wei Chen's voice lifted the tent that had been a little weak just now.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while, stood up and threw the still burning cigarette butt into the toilet, reached out and pressed the toilet to flush the water, the sound of the water rushing was in direct proportion to his beating heartbeat, and even accelerated his heartbeat. A warm current of passionate desire/desire.

He decided to get Wei Chen done tonight.

He returned to the dormitory vigorously, and excitedly pushed open the dormitory door. Wei Chen was wearing a snow-white T-shirt and sat quietly at the desk doing questions. It was completely dry, and the desk lamp was turned on in the room. The warm yellow light shone on Wei Chen's body, making him very soft.

I owe/fuck.

A thought quickly flashed through Ye Feng's mind.

"Are you back?" Wei Chen said without looking up, the pen in his hand was outlining the paper, and the finger holding the pen lifted up to rub his nose.

This is a small action that he often has when he can't think of a problem-solving idea.

Ye Feng walked over and took the pen out of his hand. Wei Chen was in a daze and looked up at him.

Ye Feng's voice was very soft, and the ending was a little trembling: "If you can't think of it, don't write it, and it's not that you have to solve it today."

Wei Chen smiled, and then said, "Come on, help me find out, you must know how to solve it."

Ye Feng's mind is now a question bank of problem-solving ideas. No matter it is simple or difficult, Ye Feng can almost solve it, as long as he has brushed the questions.

Ye Feng refused: "I don't know either."

Wei Chen didn't believe it: "I'm fooled."

Ye Feng smiled and said: "Whoever fooled you, I really don't know how to do it." He lowered his eyes to look at the question, he didn't lie, it was the first time he saw this question, and he hadn't brushed it before, so naturally he didn't know how to solve it.

After entering the third year of senior high school, the teachers of each subject increased the number of basic test papers one after another. The real college entrance examination papers, simulated test papers, Wang Houxiong real papers, and five-year simulations all became the papers that students must study every day.

The types of questions are varied, no matter how many papers you have done, you will always encounter difficulties that you cannot solve.

Qicheng once said that the questions in the college entrance examination are ever-changing, and experts must ensure that the question types are not consistent every year, so if you can't integrate the basics and problem-solving ideas, it will be useless to write more dead questions.

In this regard, Ye Feng and Wei Chen are not doing well enough.

The only advantage of the two of them is that they do more, see more, and work harder than others.

But the effort was meant to make up for the gap they left on the starting line in the first place.

"I really didn't lie to you." Ye Feng repeated.

Wei Chen looked at him with great interest, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes were burning, and his appearance of smiling or not was very attractive.

The pen in Ye Feng's hand fell off and fell to the ground. After a crisp sound, he leaned over and kissed Wei Chen directly.

The lips are moist, soft and fragrant.

The smell of mint toothpaste lingered in the mouths of the two of them just after washing.

Ye Feng pinched Wei Chen's shoulders and led him to the bed. Wei Chen was dizzy from his kiss.

Ye Feng pressed him under him, and the moment he landed on the bed, he heard a loud noise, and then Ye Feng covered his head and yelled in pain.

The space on the bed was too small, Ye Feng was wide and long-legged, just now he was only thinking about pressing people under him but forgot the advantage of his height, and bumped into the iron railing unpreparedly.

Wei Chen laughed and said, "If you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, you will be punished."

Ye Feng rubbed his forehead, and said angrily: "God is jealous of me, let me fly away." This situation is too embarrassing, he has already imagined countless small movies in his mind I was thinking about practicing it today, but it was completely ruined by this collision.

Wei Chen looked at Ye Feng's side face and licked his lips, the heat from rubbing hard just now was still warm.

"Let me see." Wei Chen sat up from the bed and reached out to touch Ye Feng's head.

The softness of the back of the head brushed against the palm, and Ye Feng avoided his touch.

Is this out of temper?

Wei Chen felt more and more funny in his heart, Ye Feng really looked like a child when he lost his temper, very childish.

The two sat quietly for a while, Ye Feng's head didn't hurt so much, but his skin was still aching, intermittently, he didn't look at Wei Chen, and said helplessly, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Wei Chen took his hand, pulled him back hard, squeezed his chin and kissed him, he was too active, his enthusiasm instantly melted Ye Feng, and he barely realized what was going on now?

The wet touch almost made his heart surge.

Wei Chen moved one hand down, put it against his lips and said with a smile, "I said you squatted in the toilet for a long time, so that's the case." As he said, he pinched it mischievously.

Ye Feng gasped.

He curled his lips and complained: "I didn't hold down two cigarettes, you said you're fine, why should you change in front of me?"

Wei Chen chuckled: "Okay, it's still my fault."

Ye Feng's hands on him had malicious intentions.

Just looking at it, he wanted to touch it, but now he touched it with satisfaction, and he couldn't help but admire how good the hand feels.

"Are you coming or am I?" Wei Chen asked.

Ye Feng thought for a while and said, "I don't care."

"Okay, then I'll come." Wei Chen raised his eyebrows.

It was clearly agreed upon, but when it was actually done, it completely changed. Wei Chen was pressed down on the bed by an overbearing and powerful force. Lowering his head, he slowly kissed Wei Chen's ears and neck.

"Wait a minute." Wei Chen suppressed and hummed hoarsely.

"Huh?" Ye Feng moved forward.

"Nothing." Wei Chen exhaled.

His mind was burning hot now, and his mind and physiological reactions burned so much that his brain was almost starved of oxygen. After finally taking a breath in the gap, it occurred to him that the two committed crimes on the spur of the moment and had no equipment.

Ye Feng woke up like a dream, and hurriedly got up to search for things on his study desk.

Wei Chen crawled on the bed and took a deep breath.

Ye Feng looked thin, but in fact he was so damn heavy, his old waist was about to break.

After a while, Ye Feng returned to the bed, messing around with Wei Chen who was behind his back.

Wei Chen wanted to look back curiously, but then a strange feeling came over him.

"Fuck me." Wei Chen was startled.

When did this guy buy it?

Ye Feng pressed him, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, everything is ready."

Only one shot owed.

"When the fuck did you buy it?" The body was pressed down, stimulating the cortex near the brain, and the waves surged too fast.

Ye Feng's suppressed voice lingered in his ears: "It's just...just a few days ago."

What he said a few days ago was too vague, his body was so irritated that he couldn't speak clearly. In fact, he bought the equipment a long time ago. He was with Wei Chen not long ago. The two lived in the dormitory and were in the same class. They got along every night. Ye Feng has been thinking about him for a long time.

About this matter, Ye Feng didn't know much about it at first, but after searching the Internet secretly, he realized that this thing needs auxiliary tools. one.

Ye Feng was panting heavily, the breathing rate was the same as that of contradicting.

Wei Chen suppressed sobs.

Ye Feng turned his face to meet a pair of wet eyes, the eyelashes were wet with sweat, sweat dripped from his forehead, Ye Feng lowered his head and lightly touched Wei Chen's lips.

is salty.

The boy's surging emotions turned into strong force and slapped him one after another.

Wei Chen was pressed down and couldn't say a word. Ye Feng's panting was infinitely magnified in his ears. The physical and mental stimulation doubled his senses, making him involuntarily think of how the two of them have been since then. closely related.

Taking advantage of the gasp for breath, he could only sob and say an incomplete sentence: "You fucking...slow down."

It was late at night when everything subsided.

Ye Feng woke up first the next day, the single bed was too narrow, two big boys with wide body were squeezed together, Wei Chen had both legs on his body, and the two of them were only covered with a thin quilt .

The upper body is half naked in the air, and the spring is infinitely beautiful.

Ye Feng looked sideways at Wei Chen's sleeping face, the corner of his mouth was slightly cracked, last night when he did it to the extreme, Wei Chen turned his head and bit him, and the two started a war of lips and tongues.

Ye Feng gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, just as he pulled up his trousers and turned around, he was stunned for a moment.

Wei Chen stared at him blankly with his eyes open.

Ye Feng approached tentatively: "Brother Chen, are you being stupid?"

Not so much.

Street Fighter is so strong and strong, how can he be so weak?

Wei Chen glanced at him lightly, slapped away Ye Feng's hand that was reaching out to touch him, then turned his back to him, and cursed calmly, "Get out."

Ye Feng looked at the back of Wei Chen's head incomprehensibly.

Turning around, Wei Chen cursed secretly in his heart: Fuck, it hurts me to death.