Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Rong Ling took two steps back, with disgust on his face: "Don't hug, let go!"

Knowing that he was not used to having physical contact with people, Liao Yi controlled his excitement, gave him a firm hug, and then let go.

"How did you find me?" Rong Ling frowned, looking at him carefully from top to bottom.

Through the street lamp, Rong Ling saw Liao Yi's sweaty head. He looked like he had been fished out of a steamer. It was steaming hot. It made people want to put their hands on it to cover it.

The fingertips moved subconsciously, Rong Ling pinched his palm hard and held back.

Just as Liao Yi was about to speak, the little boy ran over and pointed at him, complaining to Rong Ling with a full face of grievance: "It's him! He spilled my game coins!"

"Ah?" Liao Yi was stunned.

There was a hint of a smile in Rong Ling's eyes, he pushed his chin and said to Liao Yi: "I won those, and now they are all over the floor, why don't you hurry up and help pick them up?"

Hearing that it was Rong Lingying, Liao Yi squatted on the ground and took out his mobile phone as a flashlight, picking up one by one according to the ground.

The three of them worked hard for a long time, Liao Yi wiped off his sweat, and slapped the last few coins in front of the little boy.

"Count it and see if there are any less?"

The little boy lowered his head and counted seriously, while Rong Ling watched from the side.

"...52, 53, 54, 55!"

"It's ready?" Liao Yi raised his eyebrows.

Rong Ling lazily hummed: "They're all a bunch of kids, they don't have much money, and it's fine if they win so much. If they win any more, they should become angry from embarrassment."

Liao Yi smiled, reached out to rub the little boy's head, and then patted Rong Ling's head.

Covering his head, Rong Ling went down for a few seconds.

"Hey! Don't be too big or too young!" He stood up and shouted at Liao Yi.

Liao Yi smiled very happily, he ran a few steps away, stopped, turned around and looked at Rong Ling seriously.

"I thought I lost you, but fortunately, I found it again."

His heart was hit hard, Rong Ling looked at him and said nothing.

When Liao Yi came back, he kicked lightly with his toes, making a shallow sand trap on the ground.

"You have nothing else to do?"

Rong Ling shook his head.

"Then let's go, it's getting late." Liao Yi grabbed Rong Ling's wrist, tightened it and then let go.

Rong Ling didn't know what was wrong with him, but the moment they separated, he began to miss the warmth. The vivid touch left by the boy on his skin was infinitely magnified in this winter night.

"Oh, okay... No, you wait first." Rong Ling grabbed Liao Yi and looked back, "Where's the kid just now, I have to send him home."

The little boy sitting on the side of the road disappeared at some point.

"Leave early." Liao Yi said, "When you were in a daze, he greeted you and said he should go home, but you ignored him."

Rong Ling: "..."

The neighborhood is full of residential areas, full of old houses, and shadowy forests.

The two were speechless all the way.

Liao Yi looked down at the phone, Rong Ling stopped: "It's so late, how are you going back to the base?"

"I didn't say I'm going back," Liao Yi said inexplicably, "I asked the manager for leave when I left."

Rong Ling let out an oh, feeling that he was purely meddling.

Liao Yi thought for a while, he was a little happy, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, he caught up with Rong Ling, and lightly bumped him with his shoulder: "You were caring about me just now, right?"

"Who cares so much about you? Your face is so-so big!" Rong Ling was annoyed, and pushed away the smiling face that the young man approached.

"Zero," Liao Yi opened the backpack, pulled out the stuffed down jacket, shook it out, smoothed it out, and put it on Rong Ling's shoulders.Reaching out to help Rong Ling straighten his hat, Liao Yi smiled softly, "Isn't this warm?"

Liao Yi took Rong Ling's hand, blew into his palm, lowered his head and rubbed each finger carefully.

"When it's cold in the south, the cold goes straight to the bones, which is especially terrible. Your hands are professional players, and you are the first jungler...you can't be frozen."

Everything Rong Ling wanted to say was blocked in his throat.

The eye sockets were sore and swollen, with a faint fever.

Following the guidance of the Gaode map, Liao Yi led Rong Ling out of this secluded residential area, and the two of them came to the street with cars passing by.Standing on the side of the road to stop a taxi for a long time, Liao Yi managed to snatch one, and was turning around to greet Rong Ling, when a couple rushed over, the man hugged his girlfriend tightly with one arm, and they got into the back without saying a word. seat, the car drove away quickly.

"Hey! What's going on, this is the car I stopped!"

Rong Ling stepped forward to hold him back: "Forget it."

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold...it's not easy to call a taxi here," Liao Yi looked around, and pulled Rong Ling forward to a bus stop, letting him stand behind a billboard to shelter from the wind, "I guess we have to wait." a little while."

"By the way, Ling, where's your cell phone?" Liao Yi's voice was torn into fragments by the wind, "I searched all the way, and called you countless times, but I never got through."

Taking out the phone in his pocket, Rong Ling sighed, showing the cracked screen.

"broken."

Why it was broken and by whom, Rong Ling didn't explain much.

Liao Yi knew that Rong Ling didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask, and took the phone from Rong Ling and put it in his pocket.

"I'll fix it tomorrow, just change the screen."

"……it is good."

"If you can't get a taxi, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back to the base."

"……Um."

"We can only temporarily stay outside for one night."

"……it is good."

Liao Yi suddenly raised his head, turned to the billboard, put his hands beside Rong Ling, and looked at his calm face in disbelief.

"Did you really listen to what I just said?"

Looking up at Liao Yi with an expression of "Are you talking nonsense", Rong Ling nodded without opening his mouth.

Two people, hotel, open room.

Some not-so-pure words entered Liao Yi's mind crazily, his face flushed suddenly, he didn't dare to look at Rong Ling, and quickly turned his face away.

This appearance amused Rong Ling.

"Hey, are you thinking about something dirty?"

"I do not have!"

Rong Ling raised his eyebrows, suddenly embraced Liao Yi with one hand from behind, and moved forward along his waist.

"Really not thinking about it?" He blew into Liao Yi's ear.

Like an electric shock, Liao Yi jumped a few meters away, pulled up his hat to cover his hot ears, and pointed to the front: "I, I'll go and ask Hanting if there is any room available!"

He took two room cards from the front desk and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. Rong Ling looked at the room number and raised his eyebrows.

"Next door."

Liao Yi took one from his hand, opened the door, and waved to Rong Ling: "Go to bed early, I'll call you tomorrow morning, good night." After finishing speaking, he swished into the room and closed the door. closed.

Holding his room card and standing at the door for a long time, Rong Ling shook his head and sighed.

Sure enough, he was still a little friend, and he couldn't bear to be teased, so he teased him, and the reaction was so big, alas!

At night, Rong Ling didn't sleep well.

He suspects that he may be a little reckless.

I dreamed all night, what exactly I dreamed, and when I woke up, I couldn't remember it all.

It's just that I feel very tired, and the whole body, from the inside to the outside, reveals the word tired.

Morning light streamed into the house.

Rong Ling covered his eyes and snorted a few times in discomfort.

He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow last night, and he forgot to close the curtains, no wonder the light was so dazzling.He slowly climbed out of bed, drew the curtains, and the room became dark again.

Walking into the bathroom with bare feet, Rong Ling unscrewed the hot water, and the water poured down his head and face.

It was very warm, reminding Rong Ling of the temperature Liao Yi brought to him last night.

The young man's skin is tight and smooth, slightly higher than Rong Ling's body temperature, his fingers are slender, and his palm is dry. No matter when he is holding the mouse or Rong Ling's wrist, there is a kind of firm strength.

Rong Ling raised his head, closed his eyes, slowly moved his hand down, and held it there.

He imagined that his hand was being covered by another pair of hands, using fingers that were longer and stronger than his own, one after another, inserted into his fingers, took his hand, slowly tightened it, and then started Moving up and down.

Breathing became more and more rapid and heavy.

The movements of Rong Ling's hands speeded up unconsciously, and his fingertips and tiger's mouth slid past one by one... The stimulation made his upper body arch forward, and the other hand pressed hard against the wall, supporting his wet, dripping, dripping body.

The exhaled hot air is entangled with the transpiring white water vapor.

Flooded throughout the small space made of glass.

Rong Ling couldn't control himself, he thought, that person was lying not far away, only a wall separated him from him.

He bit his lip hard, afraid that his breath and moan would leak out.

So secretive and so embarrassing.

I was struggling to suppress to the extreme, and finally my sanity completely collapsed, and I erupted unscrupulously.

After panting for a long time, Rong Ling raised his head tremblingly, slipped his hand on the wall, slowly stood up, put his hand under the nozzle, and washed away those ambiguous traces that made him extremely ashamed.

Seeing Liao Yi's face again, Rong Ling felt awkward.

Liao Yi opened the door sleepily, his voice hoarse and soft due to the residual sleepiness: "Zero?"

Snapped!The backpack in Rong Ling's hand dropped and hit his own instep.

Bending down and picking it up quickly, Rong Ling raised his hand and smashed the backpack on Liao Yi's harmless face without saying a word.

"Hurry up and put on some clothes for me! You don't think it's cold! What time is it!" Qi Shendantian finished roaring, Rong Ling glared at him angrily, turned his head and left.

The poor Internet-addicted boy had never woken up so early before, checked out the room and paid the bill, Liao Yi yawned, tears streaming down his face, and followed Rong Ling rubbing his eyes.

The last row happened to be empty, Rong Ling put his hands in his pockets, walked over and sat down by the window.

After hugging the handrail and looking around for a long time, Liao Yi carefully moved over.

Rong Ling pretended not to see the expression on his face that wanted to sit but did not dare to sit, snorted in his heart, rested his chin in one hand, and turned his head to stare out the window.The morning scenery is sparkling in the sun, full of fresh vitality.

After staring at it for a while, the car stopped and started again. A large group of passengers rushed up, and the carriage suddenly became crowded.

Rong Ling felt someone sitting next to him.

A black shadow pressed down on him, allowing zero conditioned reflex to raise his hand to block it.

"Who told you to sit?" Rong Ling lowered his voice after looking at the passengers standing around.

Liao Yi blinked innocently, and brushed Rong Ling's lower lip with his index finger inadvertently: "Ling, you drank milk just now, it's stained here."

Rong Ling's eyes widened, the area that Liao Yi's fingertips wiped felt like it had been electrified, and felt numb and hot for a while.

"There are so many people looking for a seat, I don't want others to be next to you." After Liao Yi whispered in Rong Ling's ear, he raised his eyes and smiled at Rong Ling again.

When Liao Yi smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his naturally hooked mouth were lifted up happily, with a little smugness.

Rong Ling's mind went blank for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had been squeezed into a corner by Liao Yi.

"Fuck, don't squeeze!"

"I can't help it, Ling, sit down a little more."

Liao Yi pouted, motioning him to look beside him.

Sitting on the other side of Liao Yi was a very handsome auntie, wearing a puffy thick padded jacket, the bag in her hand was placed on Liao Yi's side of the chair, and Liao Yi had to move towards Rong Ling.

The car drove into the urban area, slowed down, stopped and wobbled.

Every time it shakes, Rong Ling will inevitably stick to Liao Yi.

Through the trousers, he could clearly feel Liao Yi's thighs being tense, and then he outlined the boy's strong and beautiful muscle lines in his mind...

Rong Ling stood up abruptly, he unnaturally covered his legs with his backpack, endured and endured, he suppressed the embarrassment and whispered: "You...let me, I want to stand outside for a while."

Liao Yi looked at Rong Ling strangely, and found that his ears were a little red: "You don't sit anymore? There are still more than ten stops."

"You don't care, I'm happy to stand!" Rong Ling gritted his teeth.

Liao Yi raised his hands and leaned back cooperatively, trying to make room for him.

Unexpectedly, the driver slammed on the brakes at this moment.

"Ah!" Rong Ling couldn't stand still.

Fortunately, Liao Yi had quick eyes and quick hands, and he supported his waist with both hands.

There were various complaints in the car.

Rong Ling didn't dare to lift his head, and said with a blushing face, "...Thank you."

"Well, it's okay... Ling, it doesn't matter if you push me, but can you move a little to the side?" Liao Yi's ears turned red, and he pointed down, "You pushed me."

This is a very ambiguous and embarrassing posture, Rong Ling is half lying on Liao Yi's body, with his knees just touching his crotch.

A passenger standing next to him clutching the ring couldn't help but said: "Little brother, I think you should not give up your seat. It's too difficult to get in and out of your seat. You should continue to sit."

The two looked at each other, Rong Ling cleared his throat, straightened up and quickly sat back, Liao Yi put his hands on his chin, covering his slightly flushed face.

They each turned sideways and secretly straightened their trousers.

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