dog cage

Lin Luo didn't wake up until noon, but her back was sore and her legs were trembling when she walked.

He leaned on his waist and moved to the window and opened the curtains, squinting his eyes at the warm winter sun pouring in. Only then did he realize that the windows were equipped with anti-theft nets. After going downstairs and turning around, all the windows had .

Lin Luo smiled—it really looked like a dog cage.

Qin Yizhen seemed to have gone out very early, and only left a note on the dining table, saying that he had bought ready-made breakfast and lunch and put them in the refrigerator for him to heat up.

Lin Luo pouted, he didn't even have the right to order takeaway, because the door was locked - the deliveryman couldn't break in.

Sitting on the sofa in a daze for a while, Lin Luo began to feel drowsy again. He had no appetite for the meal, so he flushed all the food in the refrigerator down the toilet, otherwise Qin Yizhen must have come back and saw that the things hadn’t moved to be angry.

After that, Lin Luo sat by the window and basked in the sun for a while. After getting dizzy, he ran to the storage room again and locked himself in an iron cage. make some kind of explanation.

Unknowingly fell into dreamland, but the dream was full of ugly and terrifying memory fragments.

Even though it was pitch black in front of him, Lin Luo felt as if there were countless small red snakes spitting out letters, winding their way up his fingertips, and finally strangling his throat tightly, burrowing into his eyelids, dispelling the dream. Dyed a dazzling red.

Lin Luo was struggling in his dream when a pair of big hands suddenly dragged him out of the black vortex.

"...Are you back?" Lin Luo looked sleepily at Qin Yizhen's upside-down back—he was being carried downstairs.

Qin Yizhen threw him onto the sofa, pointed to several large bags of ingredients on the kitchen floor: "Cook."

Lin Luo rubbed her eyes, looked at the dark sky outside the window and asked, "Did you buy vegetables for the whole day?"

Qin Yizhen sat down beside him, took out a cigarette and put it under his nose to sniff: "I bought it by the way after get off work."

"Ah...you're already working?" Lin Luo got up and moved to the kitchen, and began to tidy up the things on the floor.

Qin Yizhen didn't answer, sniffing the cigarette in his hand while watching Lin Luo's busy back.

After all, he has been cooking for his family since he was 7 years old. Lin Luo's cooking skills are quite good, and he quickly prepared three dishes and one soup and brought them to the table.

He filled two bowls of rice, and kicked Qin Yizhen's foot when he passed the sofa: "Let's eat."

Qin Yizhen threw the unlit cigarette in his hand into the trash can, got up, walked to the table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to gobble it up.

Lin Luo himself still didn't have much appetite. After chewing a piece of lettuce for a long time, he asked enviously, "Are you hungry?"

Qin Yizhen looked up at him, still expressionless: "I'm not very hungry, but your cooking is more delicious."

"Thank you." Lin Luo supported his head boredly, and put the rice into his mouth one by one.

As soon as Lin Luo put the empty dishes into the sink after eating, Qin Yizhen suddenly hugged him from behind and gently bit his fair neck exposed under his collar.

Lin Luo twisted her body uneasily: "I'm washing the dishes."

Qin Yizhen licked his ear: "I'm hugging you."

Lin Luo helplessly elbowed him away from him for a distance, panted and dried his hands, then shook the palms on his waist and said, "This is the kitchen."

"Does it matter?" Qin Yizhen turned Lin Luo over, lowered his head to pry open the white teeth, bit his tongue and licked it, while his right hand stuck into Lin Luo's clothes, hooked the small silver ring and gently pulled.

"Hiss—" Lin Luo took a deep breath, raised her hand to press against Qin Yizhen's chest, and said, "My back hurts, I can't do it anymore."

"Hmph." Qin Yizhen frowned dissatisfiedly when he heard the words, retracted his right hand and gently stroked Lin Luo's soft lips with his thumb.

Of course Lin Luo knew what this meant, she lowered her head and closed her eyes: "Go to the living room."

Hearing this, Qin Yizhen let go of his hand, turned around, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, leaning back against Chao Linluo and gougou fingers.

Lin Luo knelt down in front of Qin Yizhen, glanced up at him, stretched out his hand to untie his belt and trouser chain, leaned his head and gently licked the bulging lump through his underwear.

Qin Yizhen sighed, stretched out his hand to caress Lin Luo's cool cheek.

Lin Luo squinted at the white palm, stretched out the bright red tip of her tongue and lightly brushed the fingertips on her cheek.

"Be serious." Qin Yizhen immediately moved his palm down, grabbed the leather collar around Lin Luo's neck and tugged at himself.

Lin Luo was pulled so hard that he let out a low cry, so he raised his hand and took out the swollen genitals from the panties in front of him, held it loosely with his fingertips, and slowly sucked with his lips against the top, occasionally sticking out a little tip of his tongue along the side of his head The grooves are finely outlined.

Qin Yizhen looked at the looming wet red tongue, his eyes became dark, but there seemed to be flames leaping in it, he gently pressed the knuckles of the fingers hooked on the collar against Lin Luo's jaw: "Hold it in."

Lin Luo lowered her long and thick eyelashes, tightened her fingers slightly, and opened her mouth to put the penis in front of her into her mouth. The warm and slippery inner wall of her mouth immediately wrapped tightly around the swollen cock, and her soft tongue tentatively swept over the cock.

Lin Luo got used to it for a while and then began to slowly swallow the huge thing in his mouth. The transparent saliva slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth with the movement of his lips and tongue, covering the ferocious meat blade with a layer of bright reflection, and there were still a few traces of body fluid It slid down his chin and down his neck, wet the slender fingers on the collar.

Qin Yizhen soon became unable to control himself, panting unbearably, and his avatar began to tremble slightly between the soft and hot oral mucosa.

Lin Luo subconsciously wanted to spit out the huge thing in his mouth, but Qin Yizhen suddenly tightened his grip on the collar tightly, forcing him to raise his head and open his mouth involuntarily.

Qin Yizhen took the opportunity to thrust his clone into the deep part of his tighter throat, moaning and ejaculating white turbidity.

After the long ejaculation was over, Qin Yizhen pulled out his weak body, immediately loosened the collar and put his fingers against Lin Luo's lips: "Swallow."

Lin Luo obediently closed his mouth tightly, and swallowed all the remaining muddy liquid in his mouth with a slight movement of his Adam's apple.

Qin Yizhen squeezed his jaw and forced him to open his mouth. After careful inspection, he nodded in satisfaction, wiped away the wisps of body fluid from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said, "Go to sleep first, I still have things to do."

After speaking, he got up and tidied up his clothes, picked up the briefcase next to the coat rack and went to the study.

Lin Luo sat on the floor for several minutes before shaking and stood up. He sat on the sofa and massaged his numb legs. After his shortness of breath gradually subsided, he went to the bathroom to wash and change, and went to bed early.

However, something like sleep always erodes people's will when it is not needed, and runs away without a trace when it is needed.

Lin Luo tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but still could only sit up anxiously and sigh. He put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom to look around. The whole house was pitch black, except for a glimmer of light through the door of the study on the first floor.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Luo went downstairs quietly. He first went to the kitchen cabinet to rummage through the cabinets, then went to the bathroom in the dark to search around, and finally went back to the living room to rummage through all the drawers.

Lin Luo was looking for it seriously with the moonlight coming in from the window, when the headlights in the living room were suddenly turned on, causing him to stumble and fall in front of the TV cabinet in fright.

"What are you doing?" Qin Yizhen stood at the door of the study, with his hand on the switch on the wall beside him.

"Excuse me, did I interrupt your work?" Lin Luo rubbed her sore knee, stood up with the cupboard, and slipped uncomfortably towards the stairs, "I'm going back to sleep now."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Qin Yizhen's voice was not loud, but Lin Luo had to stop.

He turned around resentfully and looked at Qin Yizhen at the other end of the living room, and asked hesitantly, "...do you have sleeping pills here?"

"No." Qin Yizhen strode up to Lin Luo, carefully examined the dark spots in his eyes and asked, "When did you start having insomnia?"

"Maybe after you go to England." Lin Luo thought for a while, and then said, "Can you buy some for me tomorrow?"

"Since I'm back, why bother to rely on sleeping pills." Qin Yizhen took Lin Luo's hand in displeasure, and led him all the way back to the bedroom, "I'll sleep with you."

"Have you finished your work?" Lin Luo hesitated.

"We'll talk about it when you fall asleep." Qin Yizhen pressed him onto the bed, and then lay down and hugged him, "Close your eyes."

Lin Luo felt very uncomfortable, feeling like a child who pestered adults to act like a baby because he refused to sleep.

But Qin Yizhen's embrace is so familiar that he seems to have returned to his childhood a long time ago. The nostalgic feeling is like a cup of fragrant tea that gradually soothes his tired nerves.

When Lin Luo's breathing became long and slow, Qin Yizhen lowered his head and kissed the white forehead of the person in his arms, then carefully let go of his arms and quietly got out of the bedroom.

He returned to the study, woke up the laptop that was on standby, and started working again on a table of documents.

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