Correct posture of masochism [system]

There are very few models in Xu Yiming's works. His eyes are critical and demanding. He not only uses a ruler to measure the figure to determine the data, but also pays attention to the feeling.

Can't grasp the incomprehensible.

Simply put, it's the ability to hook something in him that craves an impulse, whether it's sex.Desire or something else.

Therefore, the ideal that Jiang Yu talked about seemed like a fantasy to Xu Yiming.

Jiang Yu still kept his head up. Looking at it from this angle, the man in front of him is very pleasing to the eye, especially the cold and noble from the inside out, who doesn't put anyone in his eyes, always can easily arouse others conquest.want.

It's a pity that the condition of this body is a little weaker.

There were footsteps behind her, and a cute voice said, "Teacher, I'm done."

Finished poking?Jiang Yu didn't look back, he caught the impatience flashing between Xu Yiming's brows, it was almost an illusion.

As soon as Xu Yiming left at night, Mu Sifan came to Jiang Yu to flirt with him.Lang's hunger and thirst are completely different, and the contempt in his eyes is very uncomfortable.

"What did you tell him?"

Jiang Yu rubbed the towel, his hair was still dripping, "It's nothing."

"I want you to go, you have to go now!"

The breathing in the ears was short, his shoulders were pushed against the wall vigorously, Jiang Yu frowned, and a dark color gradually appeared in his eyes, he lifted his eyelids, roaring like an enraged beast, tearing food at any time.

Mu Sifan took a step back instinctively, he was unaware of the fear and fear on his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the shadow at the door, everything in Jiang Yu's eyes faded away, the corners of his eyes were lowered, and the water beads from the ends of his hair flowed down his eyebrows, along his thin cheeks, and into his slender neck.

Her thin body looked even thinner under the ill-fitting pajamas.

"Sifan, what are you doing?"

Mu Sifan was awakened by the familiar stern voice. He stared at the person standing with his head bowed. His sweaty hands clenched into fists because of anxiety. Could it be an illusion?

"Sifan." Mu Chen tugged at his youngest son.

Mu Sifan covered up his emotions, "Dad."

"Follow me to the study." After walking a few steps, Mu Chen turned his head, "Shaoqing, go to bed early."

Jiang Yu closed the door, and he threw the towel in his hand onto the chair. He couldn't be passive anymore, otherwise something would happen.

"000, I have a request."

"Ding, is it restricted?"

"No."

"Oh."

Hearing the regret in it strangely, Jiang Yu stroked his wet hair, "Give me a clue, it must be accurate."

"Ding, Wenhui Bookstore." The crisp voice paused, the frequency seemed to speed up, and it seemed very excited, "Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, for opening the branch bookstore play, five times."

Jiang Yu was taken aback, and he cursed in a low voice, fuck.

On Wednesday, it rained heavily and there were few pedestrians on the road. A teenager ran from the street to the end of the street with his head in his arms, splashing muddy water all over the ground.

There were not many people in the bookstore, and the intrusion of the young man alarmed the middle-aged bald man on the counter.

"Xiao Mu, get out quickly, don't get my floor wet."

Jiang Yu snorted, took off the T-shirt and wrung it dry, and put it under the air conditioner. This bookstore is a place where Xu Yiming occasionally comes to. He just came to work the day before yesterday, and it kept raining.

A word came from the subwoofer in the bookstore, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

Jiang Yu hummed a few words, he bowed his head and sneezed, damn it, why didn't you come?

The time in the bookstore will be very long. Jiang Yu sorts out the books messed up by customers one by one, and sorts them well. I don’t know how long it will take, one hour or two hours. The middle-aged bald and enthusiastic voice brings back Jiang Yu’s thoughts that are about to fall asleep Reality.

"Xiao Mu, quickly bring over the anthology of black pigeons in the third row and the first frame."

"Understood." Jiang Yu pulled the dry T-shirt and went out with the book.

A pair of brown casual leather shoes came into view, and the corners of Jiang Yu's white lips hooked up, his eyes went up, and fell on the face with a humble and polite expression.

Xu Yiming raised his eyebrows, glanced up and down, and then frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Part-time job." Jiang Yu handed the book to the middle-aged bald man.

Xu Yiming looked at him meaningfully. He went to class yesterday, but he didn't see this young man. He learned from the servants of the Mu family that the relationship between the two young masters was not compatible. They were noisy, fighting, and had conflicts many times.

Seeing the scar on the young man's forehead, Xu Yiming frowned.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Yu came out of the bookstore, turned around and locked the door, he took out a pack of cigarettes that he ran out to buy during the day, took out one and lit it, the smoke that rose up made the night of the city blurred.

It was still raining, and it didn't mean to stop.

Jiang Yu squatted on the ground, watching the passing vehicles, waiting for something through the raindrops illuminated by the headlights, like a very patient hunter, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

His sight was blocked by a silver-gray car, Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The car window was rolled down, and the side face of the man inside seemed to be delicately traced with a paintbrush, under the light, giving people the illusion of less edges and corners and more softness.

Jiang Yu casually smoked the last two puffs, broke the cigarette butt and threw it into the opposite trash can. He stood up and walked into the rain, walking towards the car step by step.

As soon as he opened the car door and got in, Jiang Yu was stopped by a disgusted look before his butt could sit on the expensive leather chair.

The strong smell of inferior tobacco fell into his nostrils, and a clear change appeared on Xu Yiming's face, "Get out."

Jiang Yu stood in the rain for four to five minutes. The summer rain was icy cold, and the clothes clinging to his body transmitted the coolness to his skin, flesh and blood. His pursed lips trembled slightly.

The smell of cheap, non-branded cigarettes was pungent. He started smoking half a pack in the afternoon, just to smoke himself to stimulate Xu Yiming.

Judging from the bursts of chill penetrating into every cell, this move went smoothly.

Xu Yiming in the car glanced at his watch, let Jiang Yu in, and made sure he didn't have that smell before he frowned, "Take off your clothes."

Jiang Yu wiped his face, his rain-washed eyes were black and shiny, and he closed his eyelids, raised his hand to remove the soaked T-shirt, pulled down the zipper of his jeans, and took off the water-soaked sneakers , her youthful body was exposed in the enclosed space.

A blanket was thrown over his head, and he took it off to wrap it around.

It's really cold.

Xu Yiming turned the steering wheel, and tapped the steering wheel with his slender and strong fingers, "Do you need to make a call?"

"No need." Jiang Yu sneezed, and then sneezed several times in a row.

Xu Yi didn't look sideways at Mingming, he began to regret that he drove here from home, and that little interest had affected him to this extent.

"Where?"

The hot forehead and chaotic brain made Jiang Yu's eyes flash with success, he looked sideways out of the window, "I don't care."

Xu Yiming made the second weird decision of the night. He brought the feverish boy home.

When he got out of the car, Jiang Yu was running hot. He grabbed the people around him, looking for the cool breath and the smell of pen and ink, and pasted them on.

It looked completely burnt.

Xu Yiming threw the boy into the sofa, and the blanket wrapped in it was opened at some point, with a flat and white chest, slightly trembling light-colored protrusions, and legs.The pink soft thing in the middle, the delicate skin without any hair, is ordinary and unattractive.

Xu Yiming rubbed his temples, thinking about the reasons that could arouse his interest, until a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared in his mind, and the jumping flames inside made him uncontrollably touch, wanting to feel how scorching it was.

Xu Yiming bent over to pull the blanket, the young man suddenly moved, his arms were clutching at his sleeves, he freed his hands to tear them apart one by one, only to be grabbed by his arms again.

"If you make trouble again, I'll throw you out." Xu Yiming's complexion turned dark, and there was faint anger.

A burnt-out person can't hear, so the boy raised his legs and clamped the big painter's waist, writhing non-stop, with vague syllables in his mouth, which seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Xu Yiming looked at the legs on his waist, and a vein appeared on his forehead. He held the boy's foot, and the abnormal temperature spread in his palm, so he pushed it away.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's other foot caught his belt inadvertently, and he was brought to the front.

Xu Yiming repelled the suddenly shortened distance, and the breath sprayed on his face was also hot. He pressed down on the boy's legs, and he had reached the limit. He opened the door and threw it out, he thought.

A dry touch brushed against his lips, and Xu Yiming's sharp eyes swept over the young man's face, but there was no abnormality, are his nerves too sensitive?Maybe it has something to do with today's anomaly.

The hall was plunged into darkness, and the person who was supposed to be sleeping on the sofa opened a pair of red-hot eyes, licking aftertaste.Lips, a silent smile.