The landlord is a subject

Fangzheng and Zheng Jiaming took a shower as soon as they got home. After dinner, Fangzheng didn't let his brother wash the dishes, and urged him to take a shower quickly so that he could do his homework after the shower.

After going out for a day, everyone was tired, Zheng Jiaming sat on the sofa for a while after eating, and waited for Fangzheng to clean the kitchen, and the two went back to the bedroom together.

"What's wrong?" Fangzheng pressed onto Zheng Jiaming, ready to make out.

"Tired...you are so heavy!"

"That's why it doesn't work?" Fang Zheng rubbed Zheng Jiaming's neck, his voice was low and ambiguous, "I still want to love you well."

Zheng Jiaming closed his eyes and said with a smile, "Then you come." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around Fangzheng's neck.

"Aren't you tired? I see that your eyes are so sleepy that you can't open them. Oh, forget it, go to bed first!" The tone was hesitant.

It's rare that Fangzheng is so considerate, and he actually held back.

"Hey, I knew..."

In a daze, Zheng Jiaming muttered something, so he couldn't die, Fangzheng actually heard it clearly.

"What? Are you kidding me?! Hey, don't sleep yet, make it clear!" Fangzheng stretched out his hand and pinched Zheng Jiaming's face.

"Well...you said to go to bed first..." Zheng Jiaming whimpered and turned over and fell asleep.

Seeing how sleepy Zheng Jiaming looked, Fangzheng decided to let this matter go and settle the score with him tomorrow morning.

Zheng Jiaming was sleeping comfortably. He didn't know what was bothering him. It was so sticky and itchy that he woke up. He guessed that the weather was getting warmer and the mosquitoes came out. He slapped him and screamed. Call.

"Aww...why did you hit me?!"

Fangzheng raised his head, Zheng Jiaming blushed on his face.

"En? What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping?" Zheng Jiaming didn't understand, so he took out his hand from under the bed and touched Fangzheng's face.Stretching his neck to look outside, it was dawn, but he didn't know exactly when it was, "What time is it?"

"It's still early."

Fangzheng rubbed his cheeks, lowered his head and kissed Zheng Jiaming's mouth.

"Look, there's a clock on the bedside table."

There's no other way, Fangzheng had no choice but to obey when the sweetheart acted like a baby to him in such a soft voice.

"A quarter past six, I'd say it's still early."

"Oh, then I'll sleep for a while."

Zheng Jiaming closed his eyes, feeling relieved.

Fangzheng quit, and jumped on him to shake him: "I'm already awake, so why don't you go to sleep."

"Why don't you sleep? You sleep too."

"Did you forget? I still owe you the share from last night. You should make it up for me first."

"You are enough, why do you come here every day? It's not eating and taking a shower. Are you tired? I'm still tired if you're not tired. Don't do it!"

"Why are you tired? Just lie down here with your eyes closed, and just enjoy yourself. I'm the one who did the hard work!"

"But I don't plan to enjoy it every day, I just like to enjoy it every few days, preferably once or twice a week, okay?"

"No!" Fangzheng sternly refused, and while he was up and down, he persuaded: "You say you, why are you so stupid, you don't know how to enjoy such a good thing, you should use this kind of right more! Don't move, Give me your strength!"

"That's really good, it's really hard for you! Why didn't I realize that you are such a self-sacrificing person before... Uh... can't you be lighter? I'm not made of iron, it hurts!"

Fangzheng slowed down and kissed Zheng Jiaming again. The two who were still arguing just now were completely speechless and kissed slowly with their eyes closed.

After one session, it was already seven o'clock, and Zheng Jiaming felt very refreshed and satisfied, so it was all right and it was time to get up.But Fangzheng came out only once, and felt that he was still full of ideas, so he pulled Zheng Jiaming away from letting him wear clothes, trying to coax him to come again.

"I'm going to get up and make breakfast!"

"It's only seven o'clock, what's the hurry?"

"Fang Ze got up after a while, but neither of us was there, how embarrassing it was!"

"Him? Don't worry. I won't call him. He can sleep until dinner! Don't worry."

"Then I have to get up too. I won't cook. I'll take a shower first. I just feel sticky and uncomfortable."

Fangzheng saw that Zheng Jiaming was determined to go, so he had no choice but to give up the tussle, on the condition that they go to the shower together, and it would be nice to eat some tofu by the way.

It's not the first time the two have met each other. He doesn't remember how many times Zheng Jiaming has bathed Fangzheng. Anyway, seeing Fangzheng naked now is not as impulsive as before. To put it bluntly, it's just four words , Aesthetic fatigue.

Fangzheng has always maintained absolute confidence in his body. He used to be a soldier, and later became a model. His abs have always been competitive. In addition, he is tall and has a good face, which is enough for him to be narcissistic.But recently, it seems that Zheng Jiaming is taking him more and more seriously. Could it be that the love period has passed and he has directly risen to the rank of old couple?Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. They haven't confirmed their relationship for a few months.

After thinking about it, Fangzheng felt that the problem was with himself. From the time of the car accident to now, they had never been separated at all. When he went to Beijing, he rushed back the same day. This is not going to work. Zheng Jiaming sees him every day Sooner or later, he would get tired of watching, and he would have to ask Li Zhicheng if he had a job farther away. He would go out for thirty to fifty days, and when he came back, he would make sure that Zheng Jiaming would take the initiative to pester him.

"What are you thinking, laughing so evil... Did you hear what I said to you just now?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"You rub my lower back, I can't reach it."

Zheng Jiaming's back was facing Fangzheng, which was called a frank and magnanimous one.Fangzheng squeezed some shower gel into his hands, rubbing Zheng Jiaming's back with a pair of big hands, rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing, the palms of his hands seemed to be on fire, burning all the way down his arms, Fangzheng looked down, okay, Spirit again.

Just as Zheng Jiaming was about to say it was all right, two big hands on his back passed under his armpits and rubbed his chest.

"Hey, I'll wash it myself!"

Zheng Jiaming twisted, he was ticklish.Fangzheng turned a deaf ear, one hand continued to play tricks on his chest, and the other hand went down along his body, and finally reached the destination, holding Xiao Zheng and starting to move.

"What are you doing..." Zheng Jiaming blushed and lowered his voice, leaning against Fangzheng's arms and gasping for breath.

"D-you-ah." Fangzheng rested his chin on Zheng Jiaming's shoulder, turned his head and blew near his ear, which made his skin crawl.Zheng Jiaming turned his head, half-closed his eyes, Fangzheng knew that Zheng Jiaming liked to kiss him by himself, so he moved up to cover his mouth, and sucked a few mouthfuls forcefully.

Fangzheng's second brother was starving for food, and it was obvious that he wasn't full just now.Zheng Jiaming was so dazed by Fang Zheng's kiss, he didn't pay attention, Fang Zheng didn't move his hands, he just straightened his body forward and went in again.

After taking a bath, good guy, it's almost eight o'clock. Fang Ze woke up for the first time. He was sitting on the sofa eating bread. When he saw Fang and Zheng come out of the bedroom together, Fang Ze greeted them with a smile: "Morning!" .”

Zheng Jiaming's face turned red in an instant. Fangzheng went to the kitchen to help make breakfast, but Zheng Jiaming pinched him on the arm several times.

"Hiss! What are you doing? It hurts!"

"Didn't you say that Fang Ze couldn't get up? You lost your face in the Pacific Ocean!"

"Hey, is it possible to commit such a trivial matter?"

"You are so thick-skinned, and you are not afraid!"

"Isn't it because I love you so much!"

"Love me?"

Of course Zheng Jiaming was very happy to hear this, Fangzheng didn't say such things.

"kindness".

"Well, if you love me, don't touch me."

"What did you say? Why can't I touch you if I love you? Is there any reason?"

"You said you love me, you can't even do this little thing?"

"It's not the same thing at all, besides, I'm not impotent!"

"Heh-heh-da, anyway, I heard it, you can't do this again in the future, maybe you will really be impotent."

Fangzheng's face darkened, and he stopped talking—whatever he likes, anyway, he has the final say when he climbs into bed!