Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Meng Hui is selfish.

He had been hiding from Lynch for a long time, and he was almost at the limit. He wanted to see him, but he didn't dare to see him, so he pretended to be drunk, thinking that it would be good to use the excuse of being drunk to see him just once.

Meng Hui almost didn't jump up when the soft lips were pressed against him, and he resisted the urge to open his eyes with a sudden twitch between his brows. What's wrong with Lynch?are you crazy?pity him?still……

When the tip of Lynch's tongue protruded to test the line of his lips, Meng Hui couldn't help but slightly opened his lips, his heartbeat rose to an almost unbearable frequency, his cheeks burned badly, and the insignificant amount of alcohol in his body also disappeared. It became the catalyst at this time, and Meng Hui could no longer suppress himself. It was Lynch who took the initiative, so he can't be blamed!

Lynch was just about to pry Meng Hui's lips open with the tip of his tongue, when suddenly his waist felt hot, a pair of big hands wrapped around his waist forcefully, and the person he secretly kissed came over forcefully.

With the tip of his tongue intertwined and the liquid swallowed, Lynch confirmed the so-called one-in-a-million possibility at that moment, and was so excited that he almost cried.

At the food stall at night, the night wind blows, the leaves fall on the roof, the tall figure lies on the table, blocking the view from the outside, in this corner filled with the smell of alcohol and barbecue, the two are selfless and careful followed by a long kiss.

With his lips parted, Lynch squatted and carefully looked at Meng Hui, who was looking at him quietly with clear eyes, "Why?"

"Brother Hui..." Lynch licked his lips lightly, his eyes were reddish and said, "I seem to like you."

The surroundings were dim, and Meng Hui couldn't even see the expression on Lynch's face clearly, only his big flickering eyes were particularly eye-catching. He suspected that he was really drunk and was having an unimaginable dream in the brewing of drunkenness. , he calmly said: "Kiss me again."

Lynch blinked, raised his head and pressed his lips together again.

Meng Hui closed his eyes.

Is it a dream?

Opening his lips again, he kissed this incredibly soft person more passionately and aggressively than the first time. The sound of kissing water was amplified several times in the eardrums, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose. Meng Hui sucked it. The soft lips of the other party said in a hoarse voice: "You took a bath."

"Well," Lynch said softly, with his hands already on Meng Hui's neckline, "I just washed it."

Meng Hui raised his eyes, and saw Lynch's wet hair, and desire welled up in his eyes.

The moment the hotel door closed, the two hugged each other immediately. While kissing Lynch, Meng Hui reached into Lynch's loose T-shirt. His smooth skin was slightly damp with sweat. Lynch panted softly, hooked Meng Hui's neck raised his head to meet Meng Hui's strong kiss.

This is a hotel next to the food stall. Meng Hui took him by the hand. It took only two or three minutes from opening the room to entering the room. The two of them didn't say a word, they just held their hands tightly.

"Hmm..." Because of Meng Hui's vigorous rubbing, Lynch felt pain and itchiness, and couldn't help trembling slightly, but he was still very obedient. This is his lover, his lost and found lover, and he is willing to sacrifice his for their reunion. everything.

The T-shirt on his body was torn off, and the four lips that had been separated for a short time stuck together again. Meng Hui held his face and kissed him, and rolled all the way from the door to the bed. The tight chest rose and fell rapidly.

Meng Hui's hands had already landed on the buttons of Lynch's jeans. He lowered his head and stared at the young man. His white upper body turned red in patches due to rubbing. The most touching thing is his completely obedient expression, his soft eyes, and his attitude of giving and asking.

Meng Hui took a deep breath, but he let go and turned over on the other side of the big bed.

"Brother Hui?" Lynch asked suspiciously.

Meng Hui turned his face sideways and met Lynch's big flickering eyes, "Why?"

"Why?" Lynch said at a loss, "I, I like you..."

Meng Hui looked at him, trying to find a trace of joking in Lynch's expression, but there was none.

Lynch's gesture of dedication at the moment is not fake either.

Lynch wasn't that kind of guy at all.

But Meng Hui felt it was unreal, and it was because it was unreal that he wanted to confirm it in a brighter and more private space. Meng Hui said nervously, "Are you sure you like me?"

Lynch nodded vigorously.

Meng Hui turned his face to avoid Lynch's bright eyes, raised his hand to touch his nose, and said slowly: "That day you were in the infirmary...you called the name 'Chengying'."

Lynch blushed so badly that he couldn't explain to Meng Hui, so he whispered, "I liked him before, but now I like you."

Meng Hui turned his face back, staring at Lynch with sharp eyes, Lynch simply turned sideways, and stared at Meng Hui frankly.

The eyes of the two were anxious, and the temperature rose unknowingly. Meng Hui was bewitched, and moved forward tentatively, and pressed Lynch's welcoming lips.

The kiss became lingering and tender.

Lin Qi gently grabbed Meng Hui's top, Meng Hui retracted his hands into the neckline, and took off the top.

Soon, two pairs of jeans fell to the ground.

The early morning sun shone fiercely on the young man's white body through the hotel's poor-quality sunshade curtains. It seemed that it was because of the glare of the light. The young man moved down and hid his face in his bronzed chest. stopped him.

Lin Qi arched in Meng Hui's arms, and let out a comfortable snort from his nasal cavity. Meng Hui unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to gently stroke the short hair on Lynch's head, and woke up in the morning with a particularly hoarse voice. Said: "Get up, you still have class today."

"Sleep a little longer," Lynch couldn't hold onto the broad chest beside him, so he put his arms around Meng Hui's neck and said with his eyes closed, "I just want to stay with you for a while longer."

Meng Hui really never dreamed that he could see such a sweet Lynch. He lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek, and hugged him tightly.

Lin Qi lay on Meng Hui's chest, his face became more and more red after a while, he opened his eyes and whispered: "Brother Hui..."

"Physiological reaction." Meng Hui said calmly.

Lynch whispered: "Then solve it?"

The smile on Meng Hui's lips grew even wider, he lowered his head and kissed him, and the two got entangled again.

Last night, the two who had already learned how to comfort each other were much more proficient in their movements. For Lynch, it was better than being newlywed. With the extra investment, he loved to bite Meng Hui's Adam's apple the most. He licked and bit Meng Hui's Adam's apple. Meng Hui was very excited.

Two arms with different skin colors are intertwined, and the collision between the bones and skin of the young man is particularly irritating. The sound of kisses echoes in the quiet hotel room, making people blush, heartbeat quicken, and movements are even more extraordinary.

Lynch's body is a young girl with few desires, and he usually doesn't think about it. The young body surrendered in Meng Hui's hands in a short while. Meng Hui, who is also usually lazy, lasted much longer than Lynch. The posture reached the point of pressing Lynch to kiss, Lynch hummed softly from the nasal cavity, infinitely obedient.

Meng Hui didn't want to delay his class, so he kissed the tip of his nose and said in a low voice, "Qiqi, say something nice."

Lynch shook his eyelashes, half-opened his eyes, and said with trembling lips: "Brother Hui, you are so big..."

Meng Hui tensed his muscles, lowered his head and bit his mouth, breathed heavily and said, "Little bastard, who told you to say this."

Lynch kissed him back, and said vaguely, "Then...um...you want me...to say..."

"Say you like me, say you love me," Meng Hui pecked Lynch's lips vigorously, "Say you can't leave me."

Lynch followed suit, his tone soft and muffled, and finally let Meng Hui finish.

Meng Hui hugged Lynch warmly for a while, stroked the skin of his psoas, and coaxed softly: "Baby, I can't sleep anymore, I have to afford it, and I can't delay class."

Lynch rubbed his cheek against his chest, "I'm sleepy. I spent most of the night last night and didn't sleep well."

Meng Hui found out why this kid was always saying things with a pure and innocent expression that made him blush, so he kissed him hard on the cheek, then went to touch the cell phone next to the bed to make a call.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, Lynch...he was drunk yesterday, and he can't make it through today. Please ask the teacher for a leave of absence for him, and just say that he is not feeling well, thank you."

Meng Hui hung up the phone, Lynch listened to him, half of his mouth curled up on Meng Hui's body, wrapped his arms around Meng Hui contentedly, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Meng Hui raised his hand and gently brushed Lynch's short hair. Until now, he still feels like he is in a dream. Lynch... also likes him... and that kind of love is not fake, he can't find the slightest trace of perfunctory , God, did he still take care of him after all?

Meng Hui lowered his head and kissed Lynch gently on the forehead. He had waited for two lifetimes of happiness, and no one could take it away from him.

"hey-hey."

"Haha."

Ke Xiyu couldn't bear it anymore, dropped the book in his hand, lifted the bed cover and said, "What are you laughing at, I've been laughing all night, it makes my skin crawl."

Lynch hid in the bed cover, and said casually: "I'm reading a joke, that's fine, I'll keep my voice down, it won't affect your reading...haha."

Ke Xiyu: "..."

Lin Qi was replying Meng Hui's message with his mobile phone.

Meng Hui sent him a few pictures on the construction site, wearing a khaki hard hat, and a black vest pulled off on his body, revealing the shape of the vest that was exposed in the sun.

In the next picture, Meng Hui took off his safety helmet, and the snow-white scalp in the short hair formed a sharp contrast with the bronze-colored forehead in front, which made Lynch laugh out loud.

——"Why is it so badly tanned? How long will it take to end? Put on more sunscreen."

——"It's useless, it will be over in two weeks, just come back and raise it for a few days."

Lynch pursed his lips and smiled silently, and replied maliciously: "It was dark in the first place, but now it's too bad. Once the lights are turned off, no one can be found."

The person on the other side seemed to be choked, and it took a while to reply.

--"miss you."

The simple three words made Lin Qi curl up on the bed with his mobile phone, rolled back and forth twice, and heard Ke Xiyu's voice again, "Xiao Linzi, tell the truth, have you been bewitched recently?"

Lynch said with a smile: "No, it's okay, I promise I won't make a sound or move."

Ke Xiyu didn't know what to mutter and said, Lynch ignored him, and focused on replying to Meng Hui's message, "There is no class tomorrow night, I will come and see you."

——"Come here, don't bring anything."

Meng Hui was lying on the camp bed at the construction site, with a faint smile on his face, and a reply came from his mobile phone after a while.

——"Just bring someone."

The corners of his lips raised, and he quickly typed a few words, thought for a while, and then deleted them. Meng Hui typed a few lines concisely. After sending, he stuffed the phone behind the pillow, and gently closed his eyes. .

- "You are baby."

——"Don't go back, good night."

——"Dream of you, dream of me."