Gratitude License

The word "hard on" doesn't make sense when you just say it, and it's over after finishing it, but Xu Liang explained what Xiao Shisan said after integrating it according to his own understanding.

The more he talked about "playing hard to get, you need to overwhelm" and "just press hard", the more he said, the more he felt that he couldn't explain clearly, and the more he didn't understand, the more he wanted to say more.

After a while.

"Bang".

Xu Liang was kicked to the ground.

The tiles were cold and hard, and they were trampled on by Chang Jing's wet slippers, leaving some water marks. When Xu Liang landed on the tiles, he pushed his palms on the tiles, slipped immediately, and fell to the ground in a standard gun-lying posture.

The butt hurt a little, Xu Liang got up, lowered his head and kneaded on the ground, and when the pain was gone, he looked at Chang Jing again.

Chang Jing lay with her back to him, wondering if she fell asleep.

Xu Liang got up lightly, went to wash his hands, climbed onto the bed for the second time, and lay down on his body as usual.

But this time Chang Jing was lying on his side, and getting up on his stomach was not easy.

Xu Liang first made a good posture behind Chang Jing, then left hand first and then left foot, and crossed the mountain named Chang Jing one by one. With the lesson of being kicked last time, he propped his body up very high, like a canopy Hanging above Changjing, take a deep breath and hold it, ready to land slowly and press down steadily.

Just halfway down, Chang Jing opened his eyes and suddenly looked at Xu Liang.

Xu Liang was caught, just like a wooden man who was found to be moving when he was playing one, two, three, he panicked and made a hard landing, hitting Chang Jing's body with a muffled sound.

Chang Jing silently pushed Xu Liang off his body, pushed him to the side of the bed, and raised his leg again.

This time Xu Liang fell to the ground in large characters and lay firmly on the ground.

The contact surface between the clothes and the tiles is large, and the pajamas perfectly wiped off the water stains on the ground, and the force is average, and there is almost no pain compared with the last time.

Xu Liang is a little happy, does this mean that his method is useful?

Xu Liang turned his face sideways, facing the sundries stuffed under the bed, and decided to keep trying until he was quiet and happy.

At this time, I saw something moving between the shoe box and the old electric fan, and I stretched my head over it, only to see that it was a round hamster with excited eyes shining like black beans.

Xu Liang took a deep breath, but was choked by the old ash under the bed, "Ah-"

Covering his face and taking another look, the hamster was gone, only melon seeds on the ground.

Xu Liang got up, washed his hands again, and changed his clothes, planning to do it again without any discouragement.

He raised his leg high, lowered it gently, and put his first foot on the bed.

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Chang Jing was not moving, he put the second leg up again, and crawled on the bed with his waist bent, his hands also raised and lowered, and moved inch by inch behind Chang Jing.

In fact, this is a completely meaningless move. If Chang Jing is awake, even the smallest movements can be noticed by him, but if Chang Jing is asleep, Xu Liang can't wake him up even if he presses directly on him.

In fact, Xu Liang didn't think so much at all. In his opinion, this was more like a game.

After getting close to Chang Jing's back smoothly, Xu Liang put his arms lightly on Chang Jing's body. After waiting for a few seconds, Chang Jing didn't respond. He wanted to go further, but Chang Jing moved forward.

Xu Liang stopped his movements, because he had already been discovered, and he might be kicked away at any time, so he had to make mental preparations early, but Chang Jing didn't make any next move.

A smile hung on Xu Liang's face, and he put his whole arm on it, ready to climb mountains and mountains like last time.

but……

Chang Jing's front was completely against the wall, leaving no room for him at all.

Xu Liang tried a few times, but soon returned without success. Chang Jing couldn't be suppressed properly after changing several postures. In the end, he had to settle for the next best thing. He hugged Chang Jing's arms with both hands, and pressed his head against him. shoulders.

This posture was quite distorted, but Xu Liang was sleepy, and after making sure that he pressed it well, he fell asleep within a minute.

One second before falling asleep, he laughed out loud and said, "I've done it, don't be unhappy..."

Chang Jing was speechless when she heard a small snoring behind her.

The warm breath fell on the back of the neck with the sound of sleeping, and Chang Jing was getting hotter and hotter. Although he was too lazy to toss about and wanted to just sleep like this, Xu Liang pressed harder and harder, and he didn't know what kind of talent this was. Lying on his stomach so twisted, it's fine if he doesn't slide down, but he climbed higher and higher, putting half of his body's weight on him.

Chang Jing threw her elbows back, trying to push the dog skin plaster away.

But Xu Liang smacked his lips and hugged him even tighter, his head slid from his shoulders to his neck, his half-open mouth pressed against the crest of his neck, he exhaled "whoosh" and inhaled "hiss", and he breathed very hard , pulling the skin against the lips with each inhale.

It's not only hot, but also humid.

Unable to sleep at all, Chang Jing decided to get up first and forget about it. When he turned around, Xu Liang slid down against his neck. He didn't know if he was talking in his sleep or something, and actually sucked at his collarbone while muttering.

Chang Jing sat up abruptly, and kicked Xu Liang away. This time, the force was light, and Xu Liang fell off the bed with only half of his body. His fingers touched the ground, maintaining a delicate balance, and he was able to continue snoring.

Chang Jing sat blankly for a few seconds, jumped out of bed, kicked Xu Liang back to the bed and lay down angrily, left a quilt for him, and carried the other away.

The sofa in the study can be turned into a small bed, enough for him to sleep on.

But he couldn't sleep.

And the longer it drags on, the less sleepy it gets.

When I opened my eyes, it was like seeing a piece of frosted glass in front of me. Behind the glass was some kind of sound and certain pictures. Through the filter of the glass, the sound and picture were mixed together. I couldn’t see the essence, but conveyed a certain A hot and restless breath.

When you close your eyes, the glass is like ice baked by fire, turning into clear water and forming shallows. The green snake shadow meanders under the water, and suddenly reaches out to grab the naked figure.

Chang Jing opened his eyes, let them go for a few seconds, then closed them again, and saw the robe loosely tied around his waist. Under the bright red color, the full abdominal muscles extended to the waist, and the thin lines stretched to the shadows among...

Chang Jing glanced at her palm, and put her hand back under the quilt with a strange expression.

Ever since he was a child, he had never seen or touched any part of Xu Liang's body. He even taught him how to masturbate. Apart from his own body, what he was most familiar with was Xu Liang's body. He is no different from touching himself, and he never shy away from the parts between his legs when he takes a shower, touching it is no different from touching his right hand with his left hand.

Ten years have passed smoothly, why is it suddenly different?

What the hell is going on with this tm?

Chang Jing couldn't sleep, her mind became more and more chaotic, the pictures in her brain became more and more outrageous, and her body became more and more dry.

The curtains in the study are equipped with blackout cloth, which is darker than the bedroom, but the door is not closed tightly, and a light gray line can be seen standing in the vain darkness.

Because of this bit of light, the surrounding area was even darker, and Chang Jing could hardly see herself. In a blur of consciousness, it was as if all the cells in her body were dismantled and dissolved in the night.

They seemed to belong to him, yet out of his control.

Chang Jing looked at the light in the crack of the door, pulled up the quilt, and continued to move towards the middle with his right hand across the heels of his legs.

A heat wave steamed up from the bottom up, and it was blocked by the quilt and accumulated more and more.

Chang Jing frowned and closed his eyes, as if he could feel someone pressing down on him, and said in a voice that was only slightly heavier than breathing: "What are you thinking, Chang Xiaomao?"