Correct posture of masochism [system]

Xu Yiming lay on the ground for about three or four seconds before he came out of his bewildered state. His flat brows were slowly raised. He was kicked just now. This is the first time he has grown so big.

Jiang Yu on the bed suddenly twitched his eyelids, instinctively feeling danger, he quickly threw off the quilt, got off the bed and ran out.

Ready to press Xu Yi's name, "..."

Picking up the milk powder bag on the ground, Xu Yiming called to the door, "Come back and put on your pants."

Jiang Yu's voice came from outside, "I like to be in neutral."

Xu Yiming rubbed his temples, it was wrong, there must be something wrong, shouldn't there be a good morning kiss on the first morning of living together, and then use the atmosphere to linger.Do you want to stretch it?

That's how it is in the movies.

On a winter morning, thick fog filled the air. Jiang Yu sat on the table in yesterday's clothes and waited for his meal. He raised his head to observe the figures busy in the kitchen. He didn't expect that one day he would be able to live a life of eating and waiting to die.

Thinking of Xu Yiming squatting on the ground with toilet paper to wipe milk powder a little while ago, wishing to peel the floor, Jiang Yu's scalp felt a little numb.

The system didn't tell him about licking milk powder, Jiang Yu asked in his heart.

"Ding, normal habits."

Is this normal?Jiang Yu leaned back on the sofa in depression, grabbed the black socks on his feet, and had a bad premonition, he felt that the next few rolls would be very fucking.Egg.

Xu Yiming, who came out with the milk, frowned, and looked critically at the boy who was scratching the soles of his feet on the sofa, "Are you showing me your face?"

"Is there anyone else in the room besides you?" Fingers stuck.Stroking back into the hair, Jiang Yu raised a face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

The man was a wise man, and the pretense had been caught long ago, so he simply did as he pleased.

The expression in Xu Yiming's eyes gradually darkened. The boy in front of him didn't look like a child who was much younger than him at all. He was too mature and communicated without any generation gap. He was more like a peer. He spoke sharply and behaved unruly. I don't know what happened. He suddenly thought of hedgehogs.

"Only bread and milk."

Jiang Yu's facial muscles twitched, having already imagined a series of pictures of millet porridge, salted duck eggs and dried radish, "Then you have been busy in the kitchen until now?"

Xu Yiming raised the glass in his hand, his eyebrows stretched, "Wash the glass."

It took almost an hour to wash the two cups, which is also very ordinary.

While eating bread, Xu Yiming mentioned, "You should be studying in school at your age."

Jiang Yu stared at the milk on Xu Yiming's lips, and saw that he stuck out his tongue and licked it, "Xu Yiming, has anyone ever told you that your tongue is particularly long?"

Xu Yiming, who was drinking milk, almost choked.

"Can you lick the tip of your nose?" Jiang Yu hooked his lips, a little picky.Funny meaning.

A vein appeared on the corner of Xu Yi's forehead, "...I can't."

"Then I'll lick you." Jiang Yu took a sip of milk, propped his hands on the table and leaned over to lick the tip of his nose.

Xu Yiming's face was momentarily stunned, and he lowered his head to eat the bread as if nothing had happened.

Wiping his mouth with a tissue, Jiang Yu got up, "Take me to the bookstore."

He wrung out the word "bookstore" and chewed for a while, did he forget something that seemed important?

"Ding, you forgot to play the side mission Bookstore in Juan [-], five times."

The corners of Jiang Yu's lips froze, he was really dedicated.

"There is Xiaoxue." Xu Yiming put on his coat. His job does not require dealing with the outside world, and he lives freely. In the past, he rarely went out in this weather.

Jiang Yu put on his shoes, "I will ask for leave in the afternoon."

"I need to paint at home." Xu Yiming frowned, "Take a taxi yourself."

What answered him was Jiang Yu's closing sound.

Xu Yiming buttoned the last button of his coat, took out his phone, tapped with his slender fingers, and changed Jiang Yu's number note to Hedgehog.

When he went out, he saw the young man standing at the door with his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised facing him, his black hair was disheveled by the cold wind, his eyes, which were always full of evil, were narrowed into a narrow slit, showing a faint stern look.

Suppressing the weird feeling, Xu Yiming calmly locked the door to pick up the car, and when passing by Jiang Yu, he stretched out his hand and pulled it into his arms.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yu asked for leave at the middle-aged bald head. When he went out, he saw a car parked opposite him. He opened the car door and got in. "The bookstore has a batch of new books."

Xu Yiming in the driver's seat turned the steering wheel, waiting for the next sentence.

"Shall we go to the bookshelf to do it a few times another day?" Jiang Yu leaned forward and blew into his ear, "You can bring your milk powder."

In Xu Yiming's mind, a young man with his legs spread wide under the bookshelf, his body covered in powdered milk, his throat slightly dry and small.Abdominal fever.

"I'll be on duty alone for a few days from Xiaonian to 29." Jiang Yu half-closed his eyes, and calculated exactly five days.

Xu Yiming tapped the steering wheel a few times, "What brand of milk powder do you like?"

"It doesn't matter, you eat the milk powder, you decide the taste yourself." Jiang Yu slid down and reclined in the leather chair, looking a little tired.

The two of them were chatting about milk powder all the way, probably Xu Yiming said it and Jiang Yu listened.

Constipation is not a big deal, it just means that the bowel movement is not smooth, or it is not a small thing, and it affects life.sex.Life, Jiang Yu went to the hospital to get some medicine, Xu Yiming took him into the mall to buy clothes.

Xu Yiming, who looks modest and gentlemanly, satisfies the attention of the opposite sex, and Jiang Yu buys a pair of underwear.Pants, the pattern is irregular, asymmetrical on both sides, Xu Yiming has been staring at it.

"Not this one."

The waiter immediately introduced enthusiastically, "Sir, there are still many good styles here."

"Just this one." Jiang Yu took it to pay the bill.

He doesn't like others to refute his views, and so does Xu Yiming, the two are very similar in this regard.

The result of Jiang Yu's persistence was lying on the bed at night, Xu Yiming sat cross-legged and looked at him, his eyes were like weighing a pig in the pen, estimating the price.

"Take off your panties."

Jiang Yu kicked him away, Xu Yiming pulled it off forcefully and threw it away, and then forced him into underwear with symmetrical patterns.Pants, much more pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Yu, who was covered in sweat, rubbed his red leg from the resistance just now, took out his mobile phone Baidu Virgo, and found that Xu Yiming was a wonderful flower in Virgo.

Xu Yiming took the inside of the ground.Picking up the trousers, he was afraid that Jiang Yu would still wear them, so he simply stuffed them into the bottom of the trash can. He went to the studio and opened the canvas. The painting in the frame was still the same as it was a few months ago, and the missing part was the boy's legs.between positions.

Xu Yiming sat on the chair and recalled all the details of the painting, and picked up the pen to draw the boy's legs.He stayed for a while, but couldn't finish writing. He got up and left, strode back to the bedroom, leaned over to Jiang Yu's side, twisted the length of the gesture with his hands, and observed the color.

"Are you always so serious about painting?" Jiang Yu's voice was sleepy.

Xu Yi flicked his index finger, "Jealous?"

"No." Jiang Yu almost jumped up, his face was gloomy, "I'm praising you, can't you hear it?"

Xu Yiming pinched Jiang Yu's ear and punished the disobedient child.

Xiaonian is getting closer and closer, and Xu Yiming's painting is about to be finished. He doesn't plan to put that painting in the art exhibition at the beginning of the year, even if he adds a large blue shirt behind it.

On the 19th day after they lived together, the two quarreled once, because of what posture they were going to use, so that the rhythm was out of sync during the process, and Jiang Yu kicked Xu Yiming.Sun.bag, it was Xu Yiming who ran out angrily.

Putting on Xu Yiming's black coat and going out, Jiang Yu went downstairs and scanned the dark hall, "Xu Yiming?" It was like changing a puppy.

After pinching off the cigarette butt, Xu Yiming came out from the corner and stared up at Jiang Yu at the stairs, looking a little pitiful.

"I'm naked." Jiang Yu frowned, and said harshly, "Go back."

Xu Yiming didn't move, his tall body stood upright, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, he looked like a child who was vomiting, and was secretly looking forward to attention.

Under the light of the stairs, the two who had agreed to try to live together looked at each other in silence. It was winter, and a coat was draped to the knees, and the light was inside.slip.Slip, the other is only wearing a pair of tight boxers, which is chilly.

Jiang Yu slowly took his hand out of his coat pocket.

His eyes flickered slightly, Xu Yiming thought he was going to hold him, but he just paused in mid-air and slowly put it back into his pocket.