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Liao Hui left resentfully, and just as the group stepped out of the hotel room, Xing Ming was pushed onto the bed by Yu Zhongye.

Yu Zhongye's hands were so strong that Xing Ming was almost powerless to resist. He instinctively struggled twice and then stopped moving. Ren Yu Zhongye roughly tore off his underwear and took them off.

He was stripped naked, like a peeled fruit, exposing himself without reservation.Xing Ming propped his hands on the bed, knelt on his knees, and turned his back to Yu Zhongye.The half-bright lights of the hotel made his skin whiter, so white that there were no impurities, almost translucent.

Suddenly, a belt was pulled down vigorously on Xing Ming's back, and a bright bloodstain immediately appeared on the pale skin.

When Yu Zhongye said "discipline", he was unequivocal. The belt in his hand rose and fell, each time hitting Xing Ming's back firmly, but Xing Ming suddenly relieved from the pain, as if the fear, unwillingness and resentment in his heart They all found an outlet to vent—many people have said that he is not comforting enough, not well-behaved enough. In the final analysis, it is just that the child without a father owes a little discipline.

The skin on his back was quickly torn apart and bloodstained, but Xing Ming still gritted his teeth and kept his whole body steady without swaying. Only the wet and rosy penis hung from his crotch, shaking with the rhythm of the whipping.

About twenty belt whips, the same as their first time, the man put the belt around his neck and entered from behind him.

The acupoint was not yet lubricated, and his dry lower body was invaded. Xing Ming resisted unconsciously, and grabbed Yu Zhongye's injured right arm with a swing of his arm.

"Teacher, your hand..." Yu Zhongye's genitals were about to be inserted into half, Xing Ming still had a sliver of consciousness, and was afraid of offending the other party.

"It doesn't matter." Yu Zhongye lifted Xing Ming almost with one hand, trapping him completely in his arms.He pushed in hard, feeding his cock all the way to the bottom.

Xing Ming sat in Yu Zhongye's arms with his back facing Yu Zhongye, his scarred back rubbed against Yu Zhongye's chest back and forth, the pain and pleasure were crazily intertwined, he clumsily embraced, tried his best to spread his legs, pulled up and sat down again , so that the genitals in the hole can penetrate deeper, even if the thing has penetrated too deep and is too domineering, it may burst out at any time.

The genitals collided straight and forth between the soft and greasy intestinal wall, and then rubbed in circles. Yu Zhongye suddenly reached out and pressed Xing Ming's back neck, forcing him to lower his head and look at the thing.

Xing Ming had to lower his head, the appearance of Yu Zhongye's crotch was terrifying, the stems were purple in color, and the meridians on the surface were ferocious. It moved in and out quickly in the center of his legs, changing the angle from time to time, opening the anus That bit of soft flesh rubbed so delicately that it was dripping, and it rolled and swallowed very hard.

His own genitals had already straightened up, the mouth of the bell was wet and shiny, and the slut continued.

Such a picture is both embarrassing and exciting.Xing Ming groaned in comfort.

This time the sex ended earlier than usual, not long after Xing Ming disarmed, Yu Zhongye also shot hot semen into his body.

Xing Ming got up and put on his clothes, tidied himself briefly, and then called the people in the hotel to deliver the medical kit.After carefully inspecting Yu Zhongye's injured right arm, he cut the gauze into long strips and bandaged his upper arm to stop the bleeding. The technique was very skillful and experienced.

"If you are worried, you can go to the hospital to take an X-ray during the day, but I am sure it is a slight fracture of the radial shaft. Fortunately, you have the forearm muscles that only soldiers have. If you were an ordinary person, such an impact must be a comminuted fracture. Resetting and subsequent recovery have never been easier."

"I forgot, you are a medical student." Yu Zhongye looked down at Xing Ming's eyes, the hot lust had been icy cold, and the sticky bodily fluids had been washed away. They looked like the most ordinary bosses, subordinates, and teachers With the students, unfamiliar and regular from head to toe, polite and polite from the inside out, "How did you think of joining the journalism industry?"

"I remember I answered it in your class," Xing Ming concentrated on making a medical splint, intending to fix Yu Zhongye's forearm wound, "There are always some people who dream of journalism these days, don't they abandon medicine and go to literature? "

Yu Zhongye didn't seem to believe his words completely: "Since you have a journalism ideal, why didn't you directly choose a journalism-related major?"

Xing Ming stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and said, "My mother doesn't like it."

"why."

"There's an old saying called 'a man with a dull heart', which probably refers to a person like me," Xing Ming lowered his head again, patiently fixed the splint with gauze, and wrapped the wounded arm of the other party round and round, "No reason, my mother thinks that journalists are a high-risk industry, and I will be slaughtered sooner or later with my temper."

This is true, Yu Zhongye smiled: "Where is your father?"

Xing Ming's hand trembled, which was very obvious.

Yu Zhongye asked again: "Don't want to say?"

"No, it's been many years since I passed away, so I have nothing to say." Xing Ming knew that he couldn't escape Yu Zhongye's eyes, so instead he raised his face and looked at him openly: "I don't want Sheng Yu's title sponsorship."

The arm has been bandaged properly, Yu Zhongye seemed tired, he closed his eyes slightly: "What's the matter?"

"I don't want to make a fuss..." There were many situations this night, and it was still dark after so much tossing. Xing Ming was worried that Yu Zhongye would say that he didn't know how to flatter, so he hurriedly added, "Actually, I want something else."

"Oh?" Yu Zhongye opened his eyes with an expression of interest, "It's rare for me to take the initiative to speak today. What do you want?"

Xing Ming originally wanted to go back to the Longines watch that he gave when he was currying favor with Lao Lin, but he really couldn't understand Director Yu's mood, his likes and dislikes, so that he had to worry about himself This point at present is beneficial to that point in the future. It is not so much that he is afraid of offending Lao Lin, it is better to say that he is afraid of returning to that state of nothingness.

There is a line in the lyrics of Bad Street that is particularly true: Those who are favored have nothing to fear.

"I want a painting." Xing Ming paused, "All horses are silent, I saw it at an outdoor art exhibition."

Yu Zhongye asked him, "Like it?"

"I like it." Xing Ming told the truth, using all the calligraphy and painting knowledge he got from his father, "It's been a long time since I saw such free and unrestrained freehand brushwork. It can be regarded as the leader of contemporary Chinese painting."

"You can understand?"

"I don't dare to say I understand everything, but I seem to be able to understand the point of dissatisfaction."

"Not angry?"

"Unrecognized talent, self-reliant and lofty, everyone is drunk but I am sober... It may also be young and childish, with family, country and world in mind, that's probably what it means."

"Do you know who the author of this painting is?" Yu Zhongye smiled.

"I don't know." Xing Ming shook his head, he was distracted at the moment, he really didn't know.

But he found that Yu Zhongye's gaze became a little strange, like critical, surprised, or suspicious, anyway, it was rare to show such a trace of emotion, although it was subtle, it was real.

Xing Ming looked at each other calmly, until Yu Zhongye's eyes gradually changed and returned to calm again.

Xing Ming got up to bid farewell, and was about to go back to his room, but unexpectedly, he heard Yu Zhongye say: "You stay tonight."

In fact, Xing Ming didn't dare to leave Yu Zhongye at this time. Mr. Liao of Shengyu was full of bad deeds. Maybe when he went out with his front foot, his back foot would be chopped up by the other party and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

"But I... can't lie down." Xing Ming turned around, and the wound on his back hurt even more now.

"come over."

Xing Ming climbed onto the bed obediently, avoided Yu Zhongye's injured right arm, and threw himself into his arms.His buttocks were facing the sky, lying on a man's body shamelessly, just as the man lowered his eyes, so the two kissed logically. .

After the kiss, Yu Zhongye gently stroked Xing Ming's bruised back with his injured right hand, and pinched his chin with the other hand, saying, "Not in the future."

What's not allowed?What is not allowed?Don't play wild, don't hit people, or don't climb other people's beds behind his back?

Xing Ming couldn't figure out how much meaning this "no" meant, so he just nodded and said, okay.