milk addicts

The focus and desire in the golden eyes made the rabbit sink, and he hugged his knees and put on a pose to be fucked obediently.

Ji Shen's blood was racing, he quickly went through the knowledge he had learned, and tentatively took the final step.He already knows how to do it by heart, but things after that are still a mess.

The big one is too big, the small one is too small, and it is difficult to match the model.

Song Nai's cry was as shrill as killing a rabbit, he retreated as soon as he advanced, and hid his waist quickly. He tried everything before and after, and it hurt. Ji Shen couldn't bear to be tough.

"sorry."

Knowing that it was a disappointment, Song Nai himself felt that he was bored, and couldn't bear the pain, as if...becoming squeamish.

There was still aggression in Ji Shen's eyes that hadn't faded, he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and whispered, "Sooner or later, I'll eat you."

The thin clouds outside the window are dotted with a few stars, and in the quilt overflowing with milk fragrance, the tired falcon and the little rabbit embraced each other and fell asleep.

Ji Shen woke up very early. He stared at the sleeping face of the person beside him for a while, and got up lightly, not disturbing the sleeping rabbit, but when he opened the door, his gaze was caught by an unusual shiny object on the ground. Attracted, he picked it up and held it in his hand for a look, his face was slightly condensed.

He recognized that this was Ye Lan's bracelet.

——At the same time, the sun is rising, Sports Hall A is large, and the ice rink on the first floor of Hall A of the sports hall.

A fierce confrontation is underway.

There is no shouting from the audience, the whistling of the skates gliding across the ice and the muffled sound of the hockey stick hitting the ball are equally in full swing.

There was one person missing on the field, Group A's right striker Li Ang, whose head was smashed by a glass wine bottle half a month ago and had ten stitches. Player No. 7 of Group B skating on the field.

Wearing bloated protective gear and a full helmet, no one can tell who is who, but the numbers on the clothes can be used as a highlighted reminder, for example, the No. 7 jersey belongs to that damned An Yang.

The ball was passed to the front goal line, and while the referee was not paying attention, a hockey stick slammed into No. 7's knee socket from behind. Kneeling, crashing to the ground.

Scattered sneers sounded low, a few people slipped out, like a few successful mice, triumphantly surrounded the fallen people, Li Ang outside the field couldn't stop laughing, and grabbed the fence to take a quick photo with his mobile phone.

The camera zoomed in, No. 7 took off his helmet, revealing the ordinary face underneath, with a pair of small eyes staring at the people surrounding him in a daze, it wasn't An Yang at all!

The game was suspended, and fighting against the rules is not allowed. The coach came over to ask for accountability, and a group of people took off their helmets. No. 11 suddenly turned his head and aimed at the outside, and the young man who was born and raised on the phone suddenly appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. Lifting that innocent face and taking off his mouthguard, the young man slowly broke into a smile.

He is better at pranks.

Li Ang looked at the photo he just took on his phone, and the Gaussian blur that he took casually couldn't hide An Yang's handsomeness, and he had to attract a group of girl nympho to hang the confession on the wall, so he was so angry that he deleted it immediately.

Helping the injured off the field, the training continued. After the end, An Yang avoided the crowd and entered the locker room first. Before Li Ang caught someone and continued to find fault, he took off his sweaty jersey and protective gear, changed his clothes and left.

Putting on a black jacket, half of his expressionless face was vaguely exposed under the lowered brim of the hat. An Yang went around the path and entered the underground garage, and rode away on a Kawasaki H2. Although there was still class later, he didn't look flustered at all.

The car got out of University A, and after ten minutes, I turned into an old community. The occupancy rate of this community is very low, and most people have moved out. At night, only a few households have lights on, and most of them are deaf The old man, even if there is any strange movement, no one will know.

The building An Yang lives in is located in the northwest corner of the community, and it is even more remote. There is a small waste recycling station outside the wall. When there is no one, he removes all expressions and looks like he always smiles. Great size.

Walking into the first floor and stopping in front of the door on the right, An Yang reached out and fumbled for the keys in his pocket.

In a bunch of brand-new keys, there is only one out of place, with uneven rust color, and it is so old that you can pick it out at a glance. This key is as disgraceful as the foreign students living in such a building, but An Yang carefully uses the protective cover to hold it. It's ready, this is the only legacy left by An Rong, and he cherishes it very much.

The room was empty, and the door was closed with a click. An Yang casually drew a dagger and walked into the bedroom. As soon as he stepped on the floor, he felt a slight tremor in the soles of his feet.

The wire bed was moved away, the sunlight penetrated the screen window and sprinkled on the floor, and everything returned to silence.

An Yang raised the corners of his lips.

Lifting the floor, light leaked into the pitch-black basement, and the person curled up in the corner immediately got up, screaming "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" One side of the glasses was broken, and the white coat on his body was stained gray and red, painting a picture of the city. The badge on the badge of Hospital A reads: Chief Physician of Obstetrics and Gynecology Department Zhang Siqi.

A black shadow came down the stairs, who was recognized by the squinted mung bean eyes, Dr. Zhang's chubby body trembled, and he shrank desperately to the corner, pulling his hands behind his back, but apart from grinding his wrists to bleed, Apart from making the white coat more dirty, it is of no use.

"Director Zhang, you haven't eaten all day and night, are you hungry?"

"Uuuuuu-"

The flashlight slapped on his face, his eyes were burning with pain, and physiological tears overflowed in an instant, and Dr. Zhang's fat face was full of tears.

"Tell me earlier, and I'll let you go earlier." An Yang said with a smile, the cold light reflected by the dagger hit his smile without a hint of kindness, and the next second, the thin blade hit his face, blocking the tears that flowed, Zhang The director was startled and nodded vigorously.

The tape was torn apart, and the dagger slapped his solid face threateningly, "Speak."

"I really don't know!" The highly respected director in the hospital was tortured in this place for a day and a night. His anger was consumed by the darkness, leaving only boundless fear. He folded his hands and begged the young man in front of him. , "Please let me go, I have seniors and juniors, and they are all waiting for me to go home..."

"Ha," An Yang's phoenix eyes flashed ruthlessly, his expression instantly distorted, and he grabbed Dr. Zhang's collar, "You have a family, what about me? Tell me, what happened to my dad?!"

An Yang never believed that his father would commit suicide by jumping off a building. He was such a cheerful person, even though he was humiliated, he still stood up straight with a smile and never cried.When the bad news came, the young An Yang was buried in the obscure scriptures under the guidance of the priest Martin.

The colorful holy light shone on the small body, An Yang lowered his long eyelashes, and the priest's merciful recitation sounded in his ears. He opened his mouth and followed the recitation mechanically.

"He is not the light, but he wants to testify for the light. The light is the true light, illuminating everything that lives in the world..."

As soon as the wind passed and the pages of the book were turned, An Yang raised his head in confusion, and saw that the only light in his life was extinguished.