Island crisis!

In the end... the end of the haunting is... Mo Dashen walked calmly in front of Nagano Ryuichi wearing a big bath towel, and even closed the door of Situ Qiao's room with a "bang".

Nagano Longyi was left alone outside the door and his mind was completely shaken.

Is he hallucinating?Why do you see the figure of Mo Dashen at home?

After Mo Dashen closed the door, he found that Situ Qiao was gone. How long has everyone been in the bathroom?Why haven't you come out yet?Those who came in after him had finished masturbating for several rendezvous...something was wrong...very wrong!

He hastily opened the door of the bathroom, not caring whether the towel tied underneath would fall off at any time, and rushed into the bathroom, someone who can't take a shower and fainted from lack of oxygen, right?

But when he saw the scene in the bathroom, a feeling of dumbfounding arose spontaneously.

Situ Qiao actually crouched in a corner with a towel and fell asleep... The hot water nozzle in the bathroom was still pouring down, but the person taking a bath was motionless.

Mo Junjie turned off the nozzle casually, walked up to Situ Qiao and squatted down.

After pulling hard for a long time, the towel couldn't be pulled out of someone's hands, so I slept soundly?

How on earth did Qiao fall asleep in such a position?

Mo Junjie curled his lips into a smile. If it was placed in front of the camera, it is unknown how many men and women could be fascinated by this blood-spitting smile.

He stood up and bent down to hug Situ Qiao in his arms, holding his smooth and upturned little PP in both hands, suppressing all distracting thoughts in his mind, and carried him out of the bathroom.

There was hot air in the bathroom, and although it wasn't cold outside, but someone took him out of the bathroom unexpectedly, Situ Qiao subconsciously burrowed into the heat source.

At present, the nearest heat source is Mo Dashen's chest and thighs.

Feels good, rubs comfortably, warm and smooth... how suitable for...overnight...

Mo Dashen's head ached like his egg, and the gesture of throwing himself into his arms won his heart, and he was so happy that he wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

But when he thought about why his sweetheart was not yet fifteen, he suddenly couldn't laugh.

The naked Situ Qiao hugged his strong waist and lay motionless in his arms. It was definitely a sweet and extremely painful torture.

"Stinky boy, I slept so soundly."

He didn't forget to torture others when he fell asleep. Mo Dashen clamped his thighs tightly to prevent the children's feet from kicking around. When they kicked there, it was himself who was tortured in the end.

Reflecting the faint light of the wall lamp, Mo Dashen had nothing to do, and observed the child who made him feel sad. The longer he grows, the more beautiful he is. Even if he is not an entertainer, this appearance can easily cause a sensation on the street.

Maybe it's God's will. If Situ Qiao didn't become an entertainer, he wouldn't have the chance to know him.

Fate is a very mysterious thing.

The fleshy little lips were pink and moist, and the small mouth opened a small gap. When Mo Dashen printed it lightly, it automatically opened a little, as if to welcome you, and you can ask for it casually.

Mo Junjie naturally wouldn't be polite, Situ Qiao's mouth always gave people a very sweet feeling, probably because he usually ate too much cake, even if he didn't eat it, his mouth still smelled of cake.

Feeling the waves in his heart, Mo Junjie slapped himself hard.

Even stealing a kiss can be so excited, it really is hopeless.

Love is poison, he, Mo Junjie, finally had a day when he took the poison himself and took it happily.

With a helpless smile, Mo Dashen closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Still the same sentence, we have a bright future... If it is Situ Qiao, he is willing to put away his emptiness and awkwardness, and pay more patience to wait.

A good night's sleep.

Situ Qiao wakes up first in the morning, mainly because he is used to a fixed work and rest time. Even on a particularly tired night after dance practice, he can still wake up on time. Big problem.

It was the same today, he woke up mentally, but his body still seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Unconsciously shrunk into Mo Dashen's arms, only to find that... today's bed seems a bit uneven compared to the past... and a little soft...

Uh, what kind of situation is this?

He squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and he saw a peaceful sleeping profile.

Even though the man was sleeping soundly, he didn't relax his strength in holding him.

Situ Qiao clearly felt that a pair of big men's bracelets tightened his back and waist, and the two of them stuck together intimately, and even the shared things underneath would rub against each other to say hello from time to time.

They... naked, in this position, slept all night?

Situ Qiao's small face suddenly turned into a tomato, and he finally figured out what that thing that can grow bigger and shrink again...

But why, Brother Mo would have desire in that situation?

Situ Qiao tried to move his body, but in exchange for someone's subconscious soft kiss, which landed on the tip of his nose, and murmured softly, "Hey, don't move around."

Situ Qiao's thoughts and reason were immediately blown away by Mo Dashen.

correct!Brother Mo kissed him last night... He didn't pay attention, and almost forgot about it!

It seems strange for two men to kiss, but it doesn't seem to be repulsive.When the masculine breath sprayed his cheeks, he just felt a little hot on his cheeks, and had no other adverse reactions.

Why is this.

Both of his hands were placed on Mo Dashen's muscular chest, and the chest muscles that were hard to the touch did not expect to be quite comfortable as a pillow.

He rubbed his cheek against Mo Dashen's hot chest, and he felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Why did this happen, why Brother Mo did this, I can't figure it out... I can't figure it out at all.

"Brother Mo, can you give me a reason?" Situ Qiao muttered in a low voice, but Mo Junjie woke up unexpectedly, staring at him deeply, grabbed the little hand that was shaking in front of his chest, and let it go. Peck lightly on the lips.

"I can give you a reason. Good morning, Qiao, playing with fire is not a good behavior." He grabbed another crow's paw from the little crow and licked it a few times, "For this reason, I prefer to use actions To represent."

Mo Dashen, who has zero love experience, always believes that actions are more convincing, and actions can prove something better than direct confession.

For example, whether Qiao will resist or not, he will definitely react in the most direct way.

Originally, I didn't want to scare Qiao so early... Originally, I could make up a reason to fool the children...

But he, Mo Junjie, never had the habit of lying, let alone disdain to do so.

A scorching kiss enveloped Situ Qiao's lips, Mo Junjie opened his eyes to observe Qiao's reaction, gradually opened his teeth, and rubbed his tongue affectionately.

The little crow didn't move at all, as if it was frightened by the sudden tongue kiss.

But actually, that doesn't seem to be the case.

When Mo Dashen let go of the little crow's lips with some trepidation in his heart, Situ Qiao subconsciously blurted out such a sentence, "Didn't the book say that you should close your eyes when kissing?"

Mo Junjie, "..."

"Brother Mo, you didn't close your eyes."

Mo Junjie, "..."

"Oh, yes, I didn't close my eyes either." Otherwise, how did I find out that the other party didn't close their eyes?

Mo Junjie seemed to understand something, smiled lowly, and said, "This time, close your eyes."

"Ah? Hmm..." The little crow hadn't realized the meaning of his words, but the second tongue kiss quickly swept his mind away.