After wearing it back, I am in the Shura field every day

Lin Mo didn't seem to hear what he was asking clearly, and only looked at him with a pair of big eyes, which seemed to have accumulated a puddle of honey water. Seeing that he didn't move, he tilted his head in doubt, and reached out to grab the hem of his clothes.

It seemed that something was fermenting in Meng Jirong's heart, out of control, and he was advancing all the way, leaving him no chance to prepare.

His eyes were already as deep as ink, Meng Jirong wrapped one hand around Lin Mo's waist and pulled him towards him, covered his face with the other hand, and stroked him gently.

In the next moment, the lips | touched each other, and the breath was overwhelmingly covering it, becoming uncontrollably heavy.

Compared with Lin Mo's pediatric-like gnawing and biting, Meng Jirong is obviously worthy of his identity and a teacher. Although he has no practical experience before, when it comes to things, he is self-taught and self-taught.

Sucking the sweet-like hongchun, they penetrated like tongues and tongues, entangled passionately, swallowing each other desperately, the sticky sound resounded in the ears, and was instantly covered by the sound of rushing water.

Lin Mo seemed to be unable to bear the back, but one hand stroked his hair, moved down, firmly grasped his neck, and was pulled back, leaving no gap between them.

The breath is getting heavier and heavier.

Lin Mo let out a vague humming sound, and he clasped his hands on the opponent's shoulders weakly and pushed.

Meng Jirong moved a little away, panting and said slowly: "Don't run away, you have to be responsible for what you said, you know?"

Lin Mo blinked in confusion.

Lips are inflamed and alluring.

Seeing that Meng Jirong's eyes began to darken again.

He embeds Lin Mo tightly in his arms, with his legs wrapped around his waist, feeling the "excitement" and contact between each other, as if an electric current passed through his whole body, from head to toe, no one was spared.

Crispy, numb, unbearably hot and itchy.

Lin Mo rubbed his face against the face close at hand like a kitten, and murmured comfortably.

Meng Jirong's unbearable whispers were like sighs: "...that's crazy."

…………

After the bed was made, Zhong Ning turned his head to look at the bathroom. Since the two of them entered, the sound of running water has been ringing non-stop.

It's been so long...haven't washed it yet?

Go in and have a look...

He walked towards the bathroom, but a figure opened the door one step faster than him.

Zhong Ning and Bai Shiyuan looked at each other inadvertently.

In the bathroom, Lin Mo sat on the sink with his legs dangling, his eyes closed, and Meng Jirong scrubbed him obediently, while Meng Jirong was completely soaked, with water dripping down from his chest and clothes.

"Why..." Zhong Ning frowned suspiciously.

Meng Jirong sighed helplessly, and pointed to the wet towel on the ground.

A towel soaked with enough moisture left the ground in a mess.

Pick him up and want to kiss him, but you can't imagine what unexpected behavior the drunk person will have next... After the kiss, I want to wipe my face again...

Lin Mo casually took out the towel soaked in the pool, and patted it on Meng Jirong's body before he could react in time.

This time, no matter how hot the atmosphere was, it was instantly extinguished.

But the culprit didn't notice it, and without remorse raised his head and smiled innocently at him: "Wipe your face."

When Zhong Ning and Bai Shiyuan came in, this was what they saw.

Meng Jirong said: "He is also wet, and there is a change of clothes in the outside bag..."

His eyes turned around the two of them, and stopped at Bai Shiyuan: "Take him out."

His whole body was drenched even more, soaked in water and uncomfortable, so he wanted to stay in the bathroom to tidy up.

Bai Shiyuan came over, helped Lin Mo into his arms and left.

Zhong Ning silently glanced at Meng Jirong, then turned and walked out.

The clattering sound stopped.

The hot water faucet was turned off.

Meng Jirong took off his drenched blouse in the steamy bathroom, put one hand on the countertop in front of him, and wiped away the blurred water vapor on the mirror with the other.

The smooth mirror unobstructed the expression on his face, revealing it unscrupulously, reflecting his slightly water-stained hair, which slipped slowly past his ears, his lips turned red, and his face without glasses disappeared a bit Sven.

He watched Yu Nian, who could not be ignored, clearly appear in his eyes, as if a wild beast wanted to break out of the cage, acting recklessly without any scruples.

Meng Jirong took the glasses he put on the sink, looked at the water droplets rolling on them and sighed: "This is... difficult."

There was a set of pajamas with pictures of little turtles in the bag. Zhong Ning found them out, but he didn’t see Ban Ban and Xiao Su who were still inside before. The old ancestor didn’t know which corner he crawled to, and he didn’t even see the two little paper figurines. gone.

Banban took Xiao Su's hand and flew out from the crack of the door, and said with a serious face: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I'll take you to see it."

Xiao Su shook the little flower above her head, two blushes appeared on her face.

"Put on pajamas." Zhong Ning said.

Lin Mo was stupefied for a moment before he understood what he was talking about, hummed, and began to undress by grabbing the collar unsteadily with his hands.

When it was dark before his eyes and he couldn't see anything, Lin Mo flopped around and was supported by someone, his jacket slipped off his head, and Bai Shiyuan's face appeared in front of him.

"Take off your trousers, trousers too..." Lin Mo lowered his head and stretched his hands to his waist.

Take it off and it will be light.

Zhong Ning's hand was faster than his brain, and he held the person down with one step. The two rosy spots on his chest were close at hand. He didn't want to act like a pervert, so he turned his head and coughed dryly: "...put on, put on your shirt first."

Some people get drunk and play crazy, and some people get drunk but are obedient.

Lin Mo belongs to the latter.

It is said that uttering the truth after drinking can magnify the truest side of a person. Lin Mo is so delicate at the moment, as if he would fall down if he was pushed weakly.

He leaned back softly on the bed, his white and tender feet stepped on Zhong Ni's knees, and his round toes moved: "Yes, hiccup~ can, no, wear it?"

He will not answer this question.

Zhong Ning is in a dilemma.

Lin Mo was in a daze. Seeing that he didn't speak, he thought it was impossible, and grinned: "Okay, okay, I'll wear it, but first, take off, take off your pants."

Bai Shiyuan stepped forward to make a move.

The sound of the zipper being unzipped seemed to be amplified countless times in Zhong Ning's ears. He felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, a honey jar, and he was so tired, but he didn't want to break free at all.

Even though the temperature in the room was normal, he felt that it was hot and hot, his heart was beating non-stop, and his breath was filled with the urge to restrain himself.

The pants were taken off smoothly, revealing Lin Mo's thin and white legs.

The ankles are dyed pink, the legs are bent into a beautiful arc, and then go up...

Zhong Ning quickly covered his nose.

"Clothes." Bai Shiyuan's voice sounded.

Zhong Ning replied in a trance, but his hand didn't move. He didn't let go until he heard the force of pulling from the tightly clenched position.

The bathroom door also clicked open at this time.

Meng Jirong patted his upper body, wiped his hair and walked out. He understood what was going on when he saw the scene in front of him, and said to Zhong Ning with a smile on his lips: "Your back is sweaty, why don't you go wash it."

Zhong Ning felt that it would be unbearable for him to stay any longer, so he looked away with difficulty, turned and went into the bathroom.

With the sound of closing the door with a "bang", Meng Jirong raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a low voice, "Young and vigorous."

Then he looked over to the bed.

Lin Mo cooperated obediently with Bai Shiyuan and raised his hands to put on his clothes, but his legs and feet were dishonest. Alcohol seemed to trigger the mischievous factors in his body.

Bai Shiyuan buttoned him well, but his unfettered white legs were bent high, with one foot on his chest and the other on his shoulder.

The hem of the fallen pajamas can barely cover the hip bones, and the scenery is looming.

To outsiders, Bai Dacai can only watch from a distance, but now, he is kneeling beside the bed, serving others to dress without complaint, and trying to persuade them when they are not very cooperative and making trouble for no reason.

"Don't make trouble." Bai Shiyuan stretched out his hand to hold the foot that was stepping on his shoulder.

"Hee hee." Lin Mo struggled itchyly, and laughed out of his mouth: "Loosen, let go."

Bai Shiyuan let go of his hands, and his feet, which had been clever for less than a second, started to move again.

He grabbed it again, felt the slender experience in his palm, unexpectedly turned his head and took a bite, biting on the pink and tender ankle.

"Ah." With some pain, Lin Mo let out a soft cry, his ankle flinched, and he was honest.

He lay on the bed a little bit aggrieved, with his legs hanging down weakly, allowing Bai Shiyuan to get up and fasten the last button for him.

"It's time to put on pants." Bai Shiyuan pinched his face.

Lin Mo whimpered and didn't give him any response.

Meng Jirong was holding the towel in one hand, and for some reason, he just watched from the side, his face remained the same, but there was a bit of complicated and incomprehensible emotion in his eyes.

"Get up."

"...I shouldn't bite you, get up and put on your pants."

"Hey...get up quickly."

Bai Shiyuan's coaxing tone was blunt, but he rubbed Lin Mo's hand warmly and softly.

For some reason, he was very patient with the person who was lying on the bed.

Lin Mo finally reacted when he touched his cheek with his hand. He squinted his eyes and rubbed against the palm of his hand, and his rosy lips rubbed by inadvertently, causing a burst of numbness.

Bai Shiyuan's body couldn't help but pause, his glazed eyes were stained with the darkness of night for the first time.

He kept stroking Lin Mo, but his hands passed across his cheeks, and landed on his lips, chin, and neck...

Inch by inch, down uncontrollably.

The button that was fastened before was pushed away again by the fingertips, revealing the pink and white chest, and with a little more click, you can see the color next to it.

At this moment, the wrist was suddenly grasped tightly.

Meng Jirong smiled gently and said, "Don't you wear pants?"

Bai Shiyuan withdrew his hand indifferently.

The two didn't move for a while.

Lin Mo sank on the soft bed, as if swaying along the fluttering feathers, drowsy, a little clear mind was finally squeezed out from the cracks in his brain, and when he heard Meng Jirong's words, he limply stepped on a person body, whispering: "Wear it."

"..."

Bai Shiyuan turned his head.

Meng Jirong was helpless.

When Zhong Ning came out of the bathroom, Lin Mo had already changed into his pajamas, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

But then the problem reappears.

Lin Mo didn't allow them to leave even when he was drowsy, he grabbed one of them, Bai Shiyuan's clothes, and Meng Jirong's trousers.

The two said to let him let go, but they turned a blind eye to the simple way to leave Lin Mo's fingers and did not act.

Lin Mo has closed his eyes and is about to fall asleep.

Meng Jirong approached with a sudden smile, and asked in a low voice, "Want to sleep together?"

As expected, there was a soft hum.

"Since it is Lin Xiaoguan's request..." Meng Jirong chuckled, threw away the towel, and naturally lay down next to Lin Mo, "Then let's sleep together."

Bai Shiyuan looked at it, and lay on the other side unceremoniously.

Zhong Ning: "..."

He is so wronged.

The author has something to say: one is to get√, and the other is to prepare.

The typos in the text are intentional, don’t catch bugs for me~

Hey hey hey hey, am I awesome? (Shy and shy jpg.)

[ps: The cover has been changed again, does this look good?But it may be... still needs to be improved...]