Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

At eight o'clock in the morning, Fang Man's social animal biological clock took the initiative to wake him up. Kong Que was still leaning on his side on his chest, maintaining the posture he had four hours ago, exuding a faint aroma like a bottle of good-smelling red wine.

He slept soundly, hated him for being fat, and was more active than anyone else in pinching his flesh behind his back.

Feeling revenge, Fang Man straightened his chest up, his back hanging in the air, and slammed down on the bed, Kong Que's head knocked on his chest out of inertia.

It's like being woken up by someone hitting him in his sleep. Kong Que shuddered and sat up. Before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously touched the gun. He touched a place where Fang Man would be ruthlessly harmonized as soon as he described it.

Just... early in the morning, I got up.

Ever since he filmed "Hiding the Demon Lord in a Vial" and was forced to lose weight by Kong Que, Fang Man has never been happy with the Five Fingers girl.

The branches are like a bamboo shoot root that is buried in the soil and is about to break out.

Kong Que looked like a cat who had never seen a cat teaser before, he stared at it for a few seconds and squeezed it curiously.

Fang Man gasped, curled his legs and rolled out, "Hey, what are you doing! This is another price!"

Kong Que showed a perverted yet polite smile, "How much? Is 5000 million enough?"

Fang Man: "..." This is too much!

Kong Que: "Send you another gold mine?"

"Fuck, don't talk about it. I can't take what you said, and I won't sell it!" Fang Man picked up a pillow and covered it between his legs, "If you want a good morning kiss, I can accept it."

Kong Que: "Good morning kiss?"

Fang Man pinched the back of Kong Que's neck, raised his head slightly, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Queer, good morning."

Kong Que: "..."

When Fang Man said good morning, his voice was hoarse and gentle, his eyelashes stained with morning light blinked, like a feather scratching Kong Que's throat.

It was so itchy that he wanted to stab himself in the throat.Kong Que's Adam's apple moved, he raised his hand to grab Fang Man's thick hair, and opened his mouth to bite Fang Man's lip.

"Hmm..." Fang Man leaned back, Kong Que opened his lips, and said vaguely, "I... want a tongue."

Kong Que's hungry tone seemed to want to bite off his tongue, Fang Man coyly stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked Kong Que's thin lips, Kong Que sucked the tip of his tongue, attracting him to want more many.

The tip of the tongue brushed the teeth and entered the body. There was no sugar in this kiss, only entanglement and plunder. It was not sweet, but very exciting.

"Hmph... a little more inside." Kong Que grabbed Fang Man's hair and pulled it down, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his shiny lips were as red as roses soaked in water.

Fang Man shook his head, pulled his mouth out, and said delicately: "If you go too deep, you will lick your throat. What if you want to spit me out?"

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man's kiss broke the sky.

If the kiss continues like this, something will happen, he is still far from ready to "serve the bed".

"I'm going to take a shower!"

Fang Man rolled over and got out of bed, without even stepping on his flip flops, stomped into the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and turned on the cold water.

Cold water was poured on his head, and his thick hair covered his face. Fang Man stroked his hair back from his forehead, and let out a sigh with his neck raised.

He thought of Kong Que's black eyes covered with water mist, his wet lips and the wheezing from his nose.

With the sound of rushing water, Fang Man supported the slippery wall with his left hand, and raised himself up with his right hand.

Early in the morning, this is too exciting, not enough for health.

After Fang Man finished solving, he opened the bathroom door, and was overwhelmed by the smell of red wine pouring over like mountains and seas.

Kong Que sat on the edge of the bed, holding a big pillow in his arms, his usually pale face showed a compelling brilliance, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his silver-rimmed glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, foggy.

What the hell……

Fang Man's pouty flesh trembled, and suddenly thought of a terrible thing.

After kissing Kong Que with tongue, he immediately went to the bathroom, and took a serious punch.

Kong Que was empathizing with him.

This is equivalent to helping Kong Que kill him through a door.

Fuck!Fang Man didn't know if he was blushing, but he felt his face and ears were hot, like a boiling kettle, with smoke coming out of his seven orifices.

Kong Que glanced at the low-key luxury high-priced watch on his wrist, and smiled with the demeanor that a pervert should have: "5 minutes?"

When Kong Que's voice fell into Fang Man's ears, it automatically became, "That's it? That's it? No way, no way, only 5 minutes???"

Fang Man was still shy at first, and felt embarrassed that he forcibly slapped Kong Que.Now being told by Kong Que that he was about to go berserk, the eldest one jumped up, "I was afraid that you would wait for me outside, that's why I was so fast!"

Kong Que pushed his glasses: "Oh?"

Fang Man took a deep breath and said, "If I don't talk to you, it will become more and more unclear! Let me ask you, if you hold it back for a few months, how many minutes?"

Kong Que thought for a while and said, "I don't know."

Fang Man: "..."

Kong Que said: "I don't have a divination function."

Fang Man: "..." A sense of foreboding came over me.

Kong Que stared eagerly at an unbelievable place in Fang Man, "Fang Man, if you continue to do it, I still want it. Let's do it for an hour."

Fang Man froze: "Don't expect me to be your chopsticks and attack tool again! It's almost over, go take a shower, I'm going for a walk!"