Squad leader, please be more reserved

Qi Silang howled two or three songs in one breath, all of which were heart-piercing tenor voices, and soon became dumb, with more energy than energy, so he could only regretfully end up being a good listener.

Yisheng was sitting in the corner, with Midsummer on his right.

"Who ordered the three little bears?" someone asked.

"Me, me, me!" Sheng Xia who was sitting suddenly jumped up, took the microphone happily, and said happily, "I like this song the most."

Qi Silang turned indistinctly towards the middle of the sofa, and sat in Sheng Xia's seat just now, glanced at Yisheng, with an expression of "I don't want to see you".

Yisheng turned his head to look at him, the corners of his lips were neither deep nor shallow, very gentle, as if he wasn't the one who just smiled from ear to ear.

"Look..." Qi Silang turned his head ferociously, but when he met the face with a different expression than before, his heart began to beat faster, and he turned around awkwardly, with a much calmer tone: "Look What do you see..."

"nice."

Yisheng likes to watch Qi Silang, and has liked it since a long time ago.

Qi Silang's heart trembled, his fingers on the sofa were clenched, and he even sweated a little. He didn't know how to answer the words, and he rarely chose to remain silent, but the faint anticipation and nervousness in his heart still made him dare not look directly at him. Yisheng could only tilt his head slightly sideways.

What is the next sentence?

Qi Silang waited with his heart hanging, but Yisheng didn't speak again.He was so angry that he tilted his head and cursed.

"Yisheng, are you sick?"

Yisheng raised his eyebrows, and asked with a serious face: "Why don't you test it?"

Qi Silang's face turned red, he didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anger, but he could no longer be bullied by Yisheng.

"Just test it!" He took a sip of wine and said provocatively, "Dad, I'll go first, see you in the toilet!"

Qi Silang can't hold a lot of alcohol, he basically belongs to the kind who can make himself dizzy after one too many sips.It is said that wine is strong and courageous, and he probably knows his own amount, and it is just right for a small sip to be bold.

He drank too much drink at the dinner table, just kept staring at Yisheng and didn't pay attention to anything else, only to realize that he was in a hurry when he got to the toilet.

After he solved it, he felt comfortable all over his body. Before he could zip his pants up, he was spinning for a while, and when he woke up, he had already reached the toilet cubicle.

Yisheng trapped him in a small corner, and his lips just fell down, warm and palpitating.Just like the kiss in his dream, it drove straight in, full of aggression, swept every inch of his mouth, and teased around the tip of his tongue.

His mind went blank, he didn't know how to react, he could only let the man rob him of his breath and everything he had.

This scene overlapped more and more with the dream, and he couldn't even tell whether it was real or not for a while.It wasn't until Yisheng's warm and dry palm covered his, and then covered his hand with a huge scorching heat, that he woke up like a dream, and panting, he pushed away the oppressed person.

He looked at the person looking down at him, but he just breathed hard, trying to ease the feeling of lack of oxygen just now, he saw Yisheng smiled very satisfied, then leaned closer to his ear, and whispered: "How is the test? "

The hot air rushing towards his ears made his limbs even weaker, and the body he was supporting was crumbling. If it wasn't for the domineering arm around his waist, he almost thought that he would fall to the ground in the next second.

Qi Silang never thought that he would be so weak, but he was kissed suddenly, his heart beat a little fast, and he was inexperienced and didn't have time to breathe. As for such a weak and deceitful bear?

He didn't believe in evil, and pushed with the greatest strength so far, but the human wall in front of him didn't respond at all, so he had no choice but to choose to speak quickly.

"Yisheng, you bastard! Fuck me | Your eighth generation ancestor! Will you fucking let me go?"

Yisheng wasn't angry either, and raised his index finger on his lips to signal him to be quiet, and then he remembered that this could be considered a public place where people come and go, but that bastard whispered softly in his ear He is gone!

"Fuck｜How tired my eight generations of ancestors are." He gently stroked his red and swollen lips, and added without any shame: "Just fuck｜I am alone, huh?"

This man's voice was nice and full of magnetism, and it had a touch of lust. Qi Silang's stomach felt hot when he heard it, and he almost nodded his head straight to the forehead.

Fortunately, the voice of reason sounded again, Qi Silang, oh Qi Silang, this guy Yisheng can only fuck you to death｜You, do you really think he will stick his ass up and fuck you?Even if you are gay, you still have to be number 1 full of testosterone, right?Being pressed counts as a ball!How the hell are you worthy of Qi's second son who has worked so hard to grow up for 17 years and hasn't opened a hailstorm yet!

The author has something to say:

Qi Silang is indeed gay, and I will explain it clearly later.