After wearing a book, I reject my personality

Kiss is never too much for those who indulge in it, the squeeze and entanglement between the lips and tongue is like a brawl between males and females.

The ulterior motives of the man wearing only the bath towel are clearly revealed, the sensual touch and fragrance hits the face without any dead ends, and the nasal cavity is the first to be drunk in the hormones emitted.

Jing Shen admits that he has very weak resistance to such masculinity.

I have been abstinent for nearly 30 years, and the thoughts that I have never had in my mind, once awakened, will be like the rekindling of an extinct volcano that has been silent for many years, and the heat is completely irresistible.

Taking a step back, why resist?

This is originally? It is the instinct that human beings should have.

The palm is pressed against it, and the wet skin seems to be attractive. It is hard to put it down. The bulging muscles are elastic, hiding a powerful explosive power. The depth of field is obvious after the first kiss. I know that he likes men, powerful and elusive. Man, challenging and stimulating, can make his adrenaline surge in a short time?

For example, at this moment, the tight hug is full of strength, which makes him feel excited uncontrollably.

The shoulders were pressed hard by the graceful arms, the whole body was completely controlled and could not move, and the lips were bitten forcefully.

Every kiss between them seems to be like this. It started like a war. The already messy shirt has unknowingly run out of the shackles of the trousers as if it had grown feet, and was forced to use it. Push it? Rolled on the heart.

The warm chests were pressed against each other, without the hindrance of the clothes, the direct contact of the skin made the close place small? Dots, the two people who were kissing fiercely let out a short sigh-like breath at the same time, instinctively Clumsy and helpless.

The snow-white bath towel was just loosely wrapped around the waist, but it fell on the dark carpet on the ground during the entanglement, exuding a faint fragrance after bathing.

Your son's custom-made trousers tightly wrap the two long legs, like an over-packed gift box, requiring a bit of destructive arrogance from the person who unwraps it.

Xu Ziyu's hand seemed to be deliberately trying to hurt someone, and there was a slight tingling sensation on the surface of the skin, and the depth of field also returned. Feather's short hair.

The two young men with long hands and long legs made the oversized bed look cramped and cramped, completely reducing it to a battlefield for the two of them.

You? Come to me? Block back and forth, oppress indiscriminately, chaotic intimacy.

Depth of Field is caught in a sea vortex named Xu Ziyu. He wants to destroy and conquer, like a helmsman on the sea, who wants to rush to the top of the waves, but is photographed fiercely by the strong waves.

Sweat made the two people who were close to each other even tighter.

The forceful kiss gradually turned soft, the pace of attack slowed down, the tongue-to-tongue entanglement was no longer an uprooting anger, but a gentle and tentative tongue-tip frolicking.

The depth of field comforts Xu Ziyu softly, and in the tough confrontation between males and males, he guides each other vaguely.

He is like the tamer who is appeasing the wild beast. He doesn't mind the suppressed state now, because he is the one who really controls the rhythm. He can provoke the beast at any time, or immediately? Let the beast calm down obediently.

The beauty of controlling everything made the nerve endings in his brain climb up little by little, and countless tiny sparks shone in his brain.

He turned his face to kiss Xu Ziyu sensually, gently stroked Xu Ziyu's sharp profile, and intimately tamed the beast he had been fascinated by since the very beginning.

The two silently calmed down with heavy breathing and kissing.

Still tightly intertwined, Xu Ziyu hugged a warm and smooth body, silent for a long time, then suddenly bowed his head and kissed Jingshen's forehead without saying a word.

Depth of Field closed his eyes and didn't move.

Xu Ziyu kissed him from his forehead to the tip of his nose, all the way down, and then pressed his lips to Jingshen's soft lips, and Jingshen opened his lips indulgently.

When Jingshen woke up in the morning, there was no one around him, and a faint tingling sensation came from his temple. He said he was not drunk last night? Half of it was a lie. He was drunk, but he was not so drunk that he lost his mind.

There was also a dull pain on the skin, like the sequelae of a fight with someone. Jing Shen sat up and touched his lips. It seemed that he had been bitten through again, and the base of his tongue was also vaguely A little sour.

But very comfortable.

Most of the dark fire simmering in his body was vented in one stroke, and the depth of field was even a little lazy. For the first time, he had the urge to stay in bed.

Now that he has made up his mind, how should he live? How should he live? Depth of Field obeyed his inner thoughts? He lay down again, resting his hands on the back of his head, and began to recall what happened last night with gusto.

The feeling is very good, even though I didn't make it to the end, it's still very good.

Xu Ziyu had a handsome face, and he was even more handsome when he took off his clothes. In the chaos of last night, there was nothing that the depth of field could see or touch? There was no place that did not conform to human aesthetics.

The muscles are beautiful, the skin is smooth and elastic, and the hair is not too much or too little? It is masculine but not annoying. Depth of Field purses his lips, and he wants to smoke a cigarette.

With only water at hand, Depth of Field picked up the water glass, sipped it in small sips, and unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Like...is this considered like?

He thinks that Xu Ziyu is very reliable, and the two of them get along very well, and he believes that Xu Ziyu should feel the same way.

Hormonal attraction is engraved in DNA, but sexual attraction doesn't mean everything. He can feel that Xu Ziyu's desire to protect him has not disappeared, and also has a little more desire for his body.

Does this mean that Xu Ziyu likes him?

Jing Shen drank the last sip of water in the cup, forget it, he couldn't even figure out his own feelings, how could he spare any energy to help Xu Ziyu analyze.

A step counts as a step, if you have wine today, let's get drunk today.

Jing Shen put down the water glass heavily, walked towards the cloakroom?, opened the closet, found an empty hanger, and immediately realized that Xu Ziyu had worn it away.

There is one more person in his territory, but he doesn't find it annoying.

Depth of Field lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

The butler changed to another place, and there were not so many subordinates, so he had to do everything by himself. The breakfast he prepared for Jing Shen was a bit simple, and he said nervously to Jing Shen: "Sir, I? I don't know you? Do you like me? Made breakfast."

"It's okay, I'm fine," Jing Shen took a bite of the sandwich in a good mood, looked around, only saw the little girl playing with a ball, and asked, "Where's Xu Ziyu? Go out gone?"

The housekeeper was confused, "Is Mr. Xu here?"

Depth of Field's chewing movement? After a pause, he said calmly, "It's all right."

The butler saw that the depth of field became darker with the naked eye, and went out after hastily eating breakfast. He picked up the little girl who was wandering under the table and said to himself: "Did I say something wrong?"

Did you run away again?Okay? It was not easy to catch him again. If you let him lower his head again, it would be almost impossible. Depth of Field was so absorbed in thinking about things that he didn’t pay attention when the elevator door opened. The door was about to close again, and Jing Shen rushed to press the open button, but before he pressed the open button, the elevator door opened again.

The people outside the elevator held down the elevator.

"Small scene."

The green coverage rate in the residential area is very high. There is a transparent garden for residents to rest in the garden. The stone table is surrounded by wicker chairs, and the aroma of plants is constantly coming.

"I? Just want to see you?" Gu Jingsong whispered. He was still wearing a gray suit jacket in the hot weather. He looked a little thinner than before, and he looked a little empty in the originally fitted jacket. Maybe it's very lonely, "I want to know how you are? Are you doing well? Are you not doing well?"

"I am fine?."

When the mystery of Gu Jingsong was solved, Depth of Field's sense of fear towards him also dissipated. The fear came from the unknown, and now he roughly knew the role of Gu Jingsong, so he was not afraid.

Gu Jingsong lowered his head and looked at the depth of field bit by bit from the corner of his eye. He was like a little child with only one candy left in his hand. Because he was reluctant and greedy, he only looked at the depth of field one by one every time. A little bit, the hair of the depth of field, the eyes of the depth of field, the outline of the profile of the depth of field, the Adam's apple of the depth of field, just look at it bit by bit, for fear that the depth of field will be changed.

Depth of Field rolled his eyes, and met Gu Jingsong's eyes.

Gu Jingsong was slightly shocked, but his eyes were still the same as before, moist, sinking down with sadness and nostalgia, slowly submerging from the depth of field's chin to his mouth and nose like the rising tide of sea water.

Gu Jingsong's eyes suddenly froze.

When he looked at the depth of field, he didn't know what kind of psychology he had. When he glanced at Jingshen's face just now, he looked at almost every place like a guilty voyeur, except for his lips.

Now he sees it.

Depth of field lips are broken.

It's not the kind of broken body that is injured and bumped, he is a doctor, and he has the most accurate grasp of the wound.

The wound on the depth of field's mouth was bitten out.

And it's not a simple bite, someone must have bitten his lips violently with his teeth, and then sucked the two thin lips until they were bloodshot, and when the lips were bright red, they would bite again. Rude and savagely caused a second injury to the two injured thin lips, and it took so many times to cause such a wound.

A ball of flames rolled out of Gu Jingsong's heart.

He is a person who is very good at controlling his emotions.

If the psychiatrists themselves do not have excellent psychological quality, they will not be able to treat patients at all.

Even when she opened her eyes and turned into another person, Gu Jingsong didn't feel too troubled.

His only loss of control happened to Depth of Field.

He was sad because of the depth of field, worried because of the depth of field, worried about gains and losses because of the depth of field, and couldn't sleep because of the depth of field. He was out of control, he had already lost control.

He pretended that he was still the personable, gentle and polite Gu Jingsong, but in fact, as long as he couldn't see the depth of field for a few days, he was in pain like a drug addict and was about to go crazy.

"You're hurt." Gu Jingsong's voice and tone were very gentle, containing a bit of regret, he raised his left hand finger and stretched it towards Jingshen's lips, but Jingshen avoided it sharply, not paying much attention Said: "Nothing."

Gu Jingsong's fingers fell into the air, and they hung alone in the air. After a while, she slowly retracted them, lowered her head and said softly, "You? Be good? Good? Take care of yourself, don't let yourself get hurt."

Jingshen knew that Gu Jingsong had something wrong.

A person shuttles through various worlds just to find another person who is alive. This kind of obsession will make a person strong, and it will easily destroy a person.

It was not Jing Shen himself who was "killed" by Gu Jingsong. Jing Shen had neither good feelings nor bad feelings for him. He only felt that the other party was pitiful. , "The one who is dead is dead, and the one who is still alive has nothing to do with you. Live your own life and don't come to me again."

This was Jingshen's sincere advice to Gu Jingsong, he turned and walked into the flowers, and when his back was turned to Gu Jingsong, Gu Jingsong could finally look up and look at Jingshen's back, he saw Jingshen's wide and straight shoulders, from? From the shoulders to the waist is a beautiful inverted tripod, the arms and legs are straight and slender, the wrists exposed by the cuffs are throbbing with blue veins, and the fingers flash across the green leaves, and the joints are clear and clean.

This is all good.

Gu Jingsong took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a smell left by the depth of field just now in the nostrils, a little sadness appeared on his face, and the depth of field said that he had nothing to do with him - he couldn't accept it, he lived for him, How can he say that he has nothing to do with him?