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Looking at the air in his mouth, he begged him to loosen the belt in a daze: "Can you let me hold you?"

He heard the crying and released Cheng Mo.

There was no time to untie the tie, so Cheng Mo wrapped his arms around his neck, locked him firmly, and pushed him into his body, trying to urge him to have a good time.

He felt that he was playing some kind of tentacle play, but he was locked up and couldn't move, so he finally concentrated on pumping and stopped teasing Cheng Mo.

After holding back for a while, Cheng Mo insisted on being released with him, but he completely forgot that there was no cover, and this time they were really splashed by the messy bells.

He let out a long breath, and heard Cheng Mo sniff his nose, crying and laughing as if in a trance, as if he had been bullied by him.

He felt guilty again, felt happy again, reviewed himself again, and thought about it again and again.

He let go of Cheng Mo's nipple clamp, afraid that Cheng Mo would feel pain, so he massaged Cheng Mo for a while.Cheng Mo didn't move, his heartbeat was still out of balance, and his breathing didn't calm down.

He went to pull the tie on Cheng Mo's eyes, but Cheng Mo snatched it and threw it out of the bed. He couldn't touch the tears, but Cheng Mo's eyes were still red, and he saw it all.

"Are you cool? Want to kick me?" He asked, rubbing their crime scene, ready to be kicked out of bed.

Cheng Mo was still letting go, ignoring him at all.

……

When he came back after wringing out the hot towel, Cheng Mo buried half of his face in the pillow and stopped looking at him.He wiped Cheng Mo's body, and his body was also strangely stiff.

"Are you angry?" He went back to bed and pulled Cheng Mo into his arms.No way?He still knew Cheng Mo very well, and would tell him if he was really unhappy, but "no" was at best a refusal to welcome.

"No." Cheng Mo replied, a little absent-minded.

"What's wrong?" He didn't sound like a lie, but felt something was wrong, he held Cheng Mo's chin and asked Cheng Mo to look up at him, "Uncomfortable?"

"No." Cheng Mo's face seemed to turn redder.

"Are you drunk?" He couldn't understand.

Cheng Mo shook his head, moved his hand away, burrowed a little into his arms, buried it in the crescent of his neck, took a light breath, and then whispered: "It's a bit of a memory in retrospect."

"What?" He was a little nervous.He doesn't work hard enough?Isn't that hard enough?Or he can't?

It's impossible for him to fail, he's good at it, he should be good at filming, he's so confident.

"It's written in the book that you should call her husband." Cheng Mo replied, wishing he could get into his body.

Cheng Mo is just such a person, he often lies, but he is always very straightforward at critical moments, so straightforward that he seems to have no nerve.

"Pfft." He was laughed at, and asked earnestly, "Which book? Which book is not too big to watch and recommend to you that it is not suitable for children?"

The conscience of heaven and earth, when Su Xiaozhi recommended to Cheng Mo, he did not recommend that it is not suitable for children. It is because Cheng Mo's ability to retrieve information is too strong, and he has to read the whole thing.

"It's all like this..." Cheng Mo refused to tell him which book.

"Then you make it up now." He didn't intend to delve into it.It doesn't matter what you look at. He has heard other people tease him and call him husband in the bar. It is strange for Cheng Mo to call him, but it is so strange that he can record it as a ringtone.

Cheng Mo pondered for a while, and said in his arms: "Husband, happy birthday."

It's not a particularly nasty sentence, but Cheng Mo is so ashamed that he kicks the bed, and he looks pretty.

"It's normal to call your husband, don't be nervous." He couldn't help comforting Cheng Mo. The more he comforted Cheng Mo, the more ashamed he became. In the end, he could only touch Cheng Mo's head and sigh, "You are so cute."

So cute.

Cheng Mo didn't speak, just held his hand, he found a circle of red on Cheng Mo's wrist, pinched by himself.

"What are you doing so hard?" He went to rub the red mark on Cheng Mo's wrist, it seems that tomorrow Cheng Mo will not only cover his neck, but also his wrist, "Then I still have a lot of sex props, can't you bear it? "

He was joking, but it was true, he had a lot of friends, and he gave him a lot of odd things.I don't know which bastard is talking nonsense in Jianghu, saying that he likes those messy things.

"What else?" Cheng Mo raised his head and asked, asking seriously, without any rejection.

"You like it?" He was a little surprised.

"I don't hate trying." Cheng Mo lowered his head, euphemistically expressing his acceptance.

The bastard passes well, he can like the mess.