Long and short feet

Ran Xinhai was walking on the tree-lined avenue of the school with the notice of studying abroad. The breeze was blowing his hair. The weight in his hand made him breathe with difficulty. The road that Ran Xinyang pointed out to him had been opened, and now he Should we go down this road.

Turn on the phone and dial Ran Xinyang, but Qi Tian's voice came from the other end.

"Hello, Xin Hai, I'm Qi Tian, ​​your brother is busy cooking, what's the matter?"

"Oh, you are living together..." Ran Xinhai gripped the notice in his hand tightly, feeling panicked.

"Well, by the way, come here when you have time and I'll treat you to dinner. It's been a long time since you and Xinyang have seen each other."

"Okay, then I'll be there this week."

"Well, okay, I'll talk to Xinyang later."

"Well, then I'll hang up first."

"alright, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Ran Xinhai sat on the bench and looked at the swaying sunlight above his head. The tiny rays of light came down, stabbing his eyes brightly and making him burst into tears.

In fact, instead of struggling here, it is better to let Ran Xinyang make a decision for him, and this decision is so easy to guess, but people don't want to give up until they hit the wall.

Qi Tian hung up the phone, ran into the kitchen and picked up the cucumber that Ran Xinyang had cut and stuffed it into his mouth: "Xinyang, your brother is calling."

"What? Where's the phone?" Ran Xinyang put down the work in his hand and turned to ask.

"I told him you were busy, but he didn't say anything. He will come over this week and we will have dinner together."

"Oh, didn't he say anything?" Ran Xinyang asked suspiciously. Ran Xinhai hadn't contacted him for a long time, so there must be something wrong with the phone call this time.

"Well, maybe I missed you. So I called to say hello, but unfortunately I answered, hehe." Qi Tian picked up another piece of cucumber and stuffed it into his mouth with a playful smile, eating with relish.

"I forgot to tell you, I cut the cucumber with a raw meat knife, didn't you eat it?" Ran Xinyang smiled evilly, and poured the remaining cucumber into the pot.

Qi Tian's chewing mouth slowly twisted, and the next second he spit out the pork and cucumber in his mouth.

"Bah, bah, bah, Xinyang, you did it on purpose." Qi Tian wanted to spit out the slice he ate just now, but no matter how disgusting he was, he could only rinse his mouth.

"You blame me for not eating it yourself." Ran Xinyang concentrated on cooking, no matter how ugly Qi Tian's expression was.

"Hmph, you're going to die tonight." Qi Tian raised his chin and threatened arrogantly, if he didn't eat Xinyang tonight, he wouldn't be a man.

The salt in Ran Xinyang's hand shook, and a large piece of salt was poured into the pot. He turned his head and stared at Qi Tian, ​​and then stir-fried the salt into the cucumber. He was definitely not responsible for finishing the dish.

After a night of ups and downs, Qi Tian got up and drank a large glass of water. The cucumber he ate today was horribly salty, but Ran Xinyang forced him to finish eating it based on the principle of not wasting. When Ran Xinyang kissed, the saliva that Ran Xinyang ate was salty.

"Xinyang, let's do it again." Qi Tian poured another glass of water after drinking, then climbed onto the bed.

"Get out." Ran Xinyang's back was sore and uncomfortable, and he would never want to do it again.

"Okay, I'll get out." Qi Tian hugged Ran Xinyang and rolled around, and then asked the other party's mouth.

"Hmm..." Ran Xinyang's arms were trapped in Qi Tian's arms, and he didn't have any strength to struggle.

Qi Tian's kiss is sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle, which makes Ran Xinyang's heart beat violently at any time.The two quickly arouse each other's passion, let the other party immerse themselves in their own tenderness, unable to extricate themselves, their bodies rub against each other, desire rises and runs through their bodies, everything will happen naturally, everything is the same as all the lovers, lingering Catharsis, longing for satisfaction, constantly demanding from the other party, constantly sinking in the sea of ​​desire.