Lovely Allergen

He didn't answer when he knew, or he answered with actions.

He raised his head and pressed Song Yu's lips directly.

Not daring to make a sound here, Le Zhishi could only lightly rub against his soft lips.Holding Song Yu's back with his hands in the coat, like two people who are keeping each other warm, they are like someone else's background.

The flames were eager to rekindle in the dry autumn night, but they were suppressed and could not start a prairie fire.

The black forest, the sound of breathing and sucking, the hint of broken leaves, these were not theirs.

They are just shadows of the passionate couple.

Le Zhishi was so burned by this feeling that his consciousness became blurred, his strength was lost, and even the initiative was taken away. Song Yu did what he dared not do, and his breathing was difficult.

He vaguely heard the sound of fabric rubbing, and the couple not far away said something between kisses, and some words stood out in the sticky voice, such as "no" and "don't".

With slightly cool fingers on his back, Song Yu backed away slightly, kissed Le Zhishi's cheek and earlobe lightly, and asked him deliberately in a breathy voice: "Is it okay?"

Le Zhishi truly experienced the feeling of melting, unable to resist, he was completely controlled by Song Yu, and depression would always create a rebound.

He leaned his face on Song Yu's shoulder, feeling that his breath soaked his clothes, and Song Yu's voice was close to his ear, his panting was infinitely amplified, and fell to the bottom without boundaries.

The way he nodded was more like rubbing on Song Yu's shoulder, and Song Yu seemed to be using the request for permission as a means of flirting.

The temperature in the coat was humid and hot, Song Yu turned autumn into a sticky midsummer.

They were making foul moves in the rule of not being able to make a sound, and what was hard to suppress was another couple not far away.

Thinking that something will happen to them here, but suddenly, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone came from a few meters away, and the intimacy was stopped. Le Zhishi also hugged Song Yu's back tightly like a scared little mouse, dare not move.

"Ah, it's my roommate..." the girl said in a low voice, "Maybe they asked me if I would go back."

"Don't go back, let's go out." The boy's voice seemed to kiss her cheek again with surprise in his request.

Le Zhishi subconsciously waited for the answer, but in the end, what he waited for was the sound of dead branches being trampled, the whispers that gradually drifted away, and the deep and shallow feet away. In the end, they were the only ones left in the woods.

His bones were firmly held down, so he seemed to be nailed to this big tree. In the illusion, this was not a tree, but a cross where criminals were sentenced to death.

At this moment, Le Zhishi didn't want to care about whether he would be discovered or whether someone would care about their love and union.

How are they different from that couple.

Song Yu's indifferent voice became hoarse. He called him baby, held his chin and kissed him tenderly and ambiguously. The tip of his tongue and genitals were the ones who entered.After being satisfied with his desire to kiss, Le Zhishi became even more sinking. He fantasized that he was the last chill in the autumn night, and was resurrected from the dead under Song Yu's heat and doting.

I don't know how many times he was penetrated. When his scalp was numb and his legs could barely stand, he heard Song Yu whispering that he loved him, loved him very much, and finally cum on his soft buttocks.The translucent mucus slid down the rounded lines, dripping down the perineum and thighs.Fearing that he would catch cold, Song Yu pulled up and buttoned his trousers, picked up his coat and put it on his arms, and hugged him tightly behind him.

Le Zhishi felt like a piece of cake that was stolen. The white chocolate glaze poured on it was still dripping before it solidified, so he was eaten, tasted, and then packed into a box, pretending to be out A pure and clean look.

But he had tasted the sweetness of being tasted, and it wasn't even enough.He turned over and leaned his back against the tree trunk weakly, but his hands were on Song Yu's neck, like a vine that was about to wither in autumn.

Le Zhishi rubbed Song Yu's nose, "Why don't you come in?"

"It hurts." Song Yu stroked his back and wrapped him tightly with his coat, "Is it cold?"

"Hot..." Le Zhishi obediently leaned on Song Yu's shoulder, and Song Yu changed back to a well-dressed appearance, as if he had never trampled on anyone or made immoral love in the wild.But when Le Zhi could smell Song Yu's own scent, he even hoped that Song Yu would go back like this, and someone would find out about it.

He has a desire to have his secrets broken, which may be the motivation for him to crush fallen leaves to attract attention.

Song Yu also seemed to be doing it on purpose, like placing a puppy deliberately, touching his chin, but not hugging him, only giving him incomplete satisfaction.

In this way, he will miss his master even more.

"Didn't you want to go back just now?" Song Yu said in a low voice, "I'll see you off."

"now?"

"Now."

Le Zhishi kissed Song Yu's side neck impatiently, leaving a shallow imprint there in a disobedient manner, and then mushyly said that he wanted to hug, but Song Yu refused, and he told Le Zhishi again that he was about ten years old. It's two o'clock, it's time to go back to the dormitory.

The air of Song Yu's words rushed behind his ears, and he almost trembled again when he knew it.

He said to be good, to go to bed early, and there will be classes tomorrow morning. He could hardly refute when he knew it, and even enjoyed the frustration of getting what he wanted.

Song Yu sent him downstairs, and even nodded politely to the dormitory manager, then leaned closer under the watchful eyes of the dormitory manager, and said to Le Zhishi, "Clean it up properly."

When I knew it, I felt my legs were cramping.

"It's nice to have a brother." The dormitory aunt smiled gratifiedly after he came in, "I sent you back so late."

"Ah."

Hook him up like this so late, and don't really fuck him.

Le Zhi lowered his head and speeded up his pace in a way that concealed it, even though his legs were weak, even though the roots of his thighs were full of viscous liquid, every step he took was rubbing against his sense of shame.

He checked in the mirror in the common washroom on the floor, tried his best to hide the clues, and returned to the dormitory like a normal person.

No one is sleeping, the roommates are still playing games, and the battle is fierce.Jiang Yufan glanced under the bed and saw that Le Zhishi's face was flushed, and he took his pajamas and went directly to the bathroom. He happened to hang up himself too, so he got off the bed, went to the door of the dormitory's private guard, and asked the closed door: "Le Zhi Le, are you okay? Why is it so late?"

Le Zhishi had already taken off his clothes, and found that he was even more embarrassed than he imagined, his cheeks couldn't help but feel hot again, and he felt like ants eating his heart.

"It's okay, I'm studying by myself, and I forgot the time," he said to his good friend outside the door strong and calm while taking pictures, "Don't worry about me, I'll go to bed after washing."

But he took this bath for a long time.After he came out, he sat in front of the table and stared at the milk bottle Song Yu gave him for a long time.

It was cold, but he drank it all, not a drop remained.

At midnight, Song Yu received a WeChat message from Le Zhishi.

[Lele: Brother, will you sleep well tonight? ]

And the pictures he took in the dim bathroom.

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For many days afterwards, Le Zhishi did not dare to pass through the woods.

When Jiang Yufan was in school, he would tease him, saying that there were too many groves in the school, and he might be able to catch a bunch of couples in one go, but he didn't dare to talk to him when he knew the time.

After eating together a few days later, Song Yu's broken lips were covered with scabs, and Qin Yan took it out to tease him, but he didn't tell Qin Yan to shut up, he only said that the weather was dry and torn. Deliberately glance at Le Zhishi.

Like a qualified good brother, ask him to drink more water.

Qin Yan turned the topic to Le Zhishi, "Lele, I heard that the model in your closed show is looking for a new player from our basketball team?"

"Ah? Hmm..." Le Zhishi swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, "Yes, a sophomore senior, I think it's quite suitable."

"I heard what Nanjia said that day, and I ran to take a look, just to see which handsome guy in our team, but when I went, good guy, I almost admitted my mistake." Qin Yan patted Song Yu as he said, "Follow me You look alike from the back, and your stature is about the same, but the front is a bit far away."

Song Yu didn't know this story at all, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard it for the first time, "Really?"

When he looked at Le Zhi, "How similar is it?"

Le Zhishi didn't know why, but suddenly felt guilty, and quickly explained, "It's not very similar, it's just that the height and figure are relatively similar. I didn't specifically look for him, but just happened to see him among the models selected by Sister Nanjia, and I thought he was The body proportions are more appropriate…”

"Why, you care so much? Is it possible that you want to go by yourself." Qin Yan smiled, "Why didn't you go when Nanjia invited you, but now it's not your turn."

Song Yu seemed to think what he said was boring, so he sneered, "I won't go."

"Then you have to watch the game?" Le Zhishi listened, showing pitiful eyes.

"Please." Song Yu said in front of Qin Yan.

In order to let Song Yu go, Le Zhishi pestered him almost every day, bought him various snacks, and even bought more than a dozen cups of milk tea at one go and sent them to the seniors in Song Yu's laboratory, deliberately saying "take care of me." Big Brother has worked hard." In this way, everyone knows him.

Because of this beautiful and unique appearance and easy-going personality, everyone joked that this is the little angel of Song Yu's family.

The first time I went there, Song Yu deliberately pretended not to know her. When she stood at the door and looked at Le Zhi who was distributing snowflake crisps to the senior sister next door, she said with a cold face, "Who are you?"

Le Zhi looked up at him, and the senior who took the snowflake crisp from his hand also stared at Song Yu in embarrassment, thinking quickly about what was going on.

What about my brother?It can't be fake...

"My brother has a problem." Le Zhishi turned his head unmoved, and gave the senior sister another candy, "He likes to tease me since he was a child."

"Ah... like this." The senior sister glanced at the usually cold junior brother, but did not refute.

She thought to herself, she didn't expect Song Yu to be such a person behind his back.

In the next few days, Lezhishi gave Song Yu coffee service, and said that his work station was very spacious and warmer than the study room, and he had to rely on his work station to do coursework, lying on his stomach at noon. He takes his morning break at work.

Although Song Yu complained that he was taking up space, he still gave him a comfortable swivel chair and sat in a cold wooden chair.When he was sleeping on his stomach, secretly held his hand and kissed his forehead when no one was around.

Every day when Le Zhishi left, he would invite him to watch the show, and he was rejected without exception.

Until later, Song Yu was stopped by the senior sister in the laboratory next door. According to the traditional plot, the other party was indeed shy, but the one who asked was...

"Does that little mixed-race boy who often comes to see you have a girlfriend? I like him so much, he's so cute."

So that afternoon, Song Yu took Le Zhishi, who had been delivered to her door, to the storage room at the corner, and told him not to come again.

But Le Zhishi only looked at him for a while, and then suddenly grabbed his neck.

"Song Yu, you are so awkward."

He kissed him, but Song Yu pressed him onto the table and kissed him until he was almost out of breath.

However, the hard-talking Song Yu finally let go and agreed to Le Zhishi's invitation, but his tone was still very sinister.

"Okay, let's go and see what nice clothes my stand-in is wearing."

When Le Zhi showed his professionalism, he made a very reasonable and well-founded rebuttal to the word substitute. Song Yu listened quietly, and then emphasized it again.

"It's my substitute."

People can't reason with cats, just convince yourself when you know.

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