I married a bamboo horse

Wen Youxing opened one eye and closed the other, and asked while wiping, "Are you alright?" In fact, he only touched Song Ziqian's calf, looking at his little deer bumping around, Song Ziqian enjoyed it very much.

Seeing that Song Ziqian didn't pay attention to him, Wen Youxing continued to touch the elephant blindly, and the more he touched, the expression of Song Ziqian who was touching directly became deeper and deeper.

"...What is this?" Wen Youxing touched something hard, opened his eyes, and wanted to withdraw his hand in shock, "You...you...Song Ziqian, you must be sick!" Song Ziqian held him Pressing his hand firmly on the hard thing, "You... let go!" Wen Youxing was in a panic at the moment, and it was the first time he looked directly at the "little brother" of another boy besides himself. He is very nervous now. Want to find a hole to drill into.

"Didn't you do it yourself?" Song Ziqian answered irrelevantly, his deep eyes were full of possessiveness towards Wen Youxing. Of course Wen Youxing did it himself, but it was several years ago, "Help me Okay?" Song Ziqian raised his head, his voice was hoarse, Wen Youxing bit his lower lip tightly, not knowing what to do.

While he was in a daze, Song Ziqian pressed his hand and moved it up and down. Although Wen Youxing felt a little embarrassed, but seeing Song Ziqian's sexy obsessed appearance, he was also hardened. He felt that he might need to look at the psychological doctor.

"Song...Song Ziqian..." He softly called Song Ziqian's name, Song Ziqian was sitting, but Wen Youxing was half kneeling, "Get up." Song Ziqian pulled him up, "Are you hard?" Wen Youxing You Xing was wearing school uniform pants, so it was very obvious when he was hard. Song Ziqian looked at him with a smile, and reached out and rubbed his crotch twice.

"Pervert...pervert." Wen Youxing blushed, turned his head away from looking at Song Ziqian, Song Ziqian chuckled and said, "Aren't you also accompanying pervert in pervert?" Wen Youxing ignored him, he Already overwhelmed by pleasure.

It was already an hour later when the two came out of the bathroom.

"You can sleep by yourself tonight." Wen Youxing came out of the bathroom, casually wiped his wet hair with a towel, turned around and ran away at an extremely fast speed.

Song Ziqian stood at the window of his room, looking at Wen Youxing's small back, he knew that he was a little too anxious today, but when the slender fingers touched him, he couldn't help it anymore.

"Brother?" Seeing Wen Youxing's return, Wen Ziyu was surprised, "Don't you need to take care of Brother Ziqian? Why is your face so red?" Wen Ziyu and Song Yuxuan were still in the living room looking at the iron-armed boy Wood.

Wen Youxing didn't speak, and went upstairs in a hurry. Wen Ziyu looked at Song Yuxuan who was beside him in puzzlement, "Could they be fighting?" Song Yuxuan shook his head and said, "Impossible, the two of them Haven't had a fight in years."

As soon as he entered the room, Wen Youxing was lying on the bed in a large font, staring straight at the ceiling, playing the incident of masturbation with Song Ziqian just now in his mind, thinking of himself and Song Ziqian sticking together The warm feeling and the indescribable joy gave Wen Youxing the urge to kill himself.

Although it was forced at the beginning, but in the end I also enjoyed it, especially Song Ziqian's gentle and considerate "craftsmanship", which made Wen Youxing have endless aftertaste.

When Song Ziqian came to knock on Wen's door the next day, Wen Youxing was still lying on the bed and sound asleep, "My brother is still sleeping." Wen Ziyu and Song Yuxuan were having breakfast, Song Ziqian nodded lightly and said, "I'll go Call him, you go to class as soon as you finish eating."

In front of Wen Ziyu and Song Yuxuan, Song Ziqian was at the elder brother level. Although he had fought in fights when he was young, he listened to Song Ziqian very much when he grew up.