Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Tan Yuran held it with hands covered in foam, Cheng Qiyan took a step back, and the hard object in his hand slipped out like a loach.

The masculine symbol pointed directly at Tan Yuran's face. As soon as he retreated, and as soon as he approached, there was no room behind him. Tan Yuran opened his mouth and sucked it into his mouth without hesitation.

The world behind him collapsed, and he was bewitched to step into the unknown blank ahead, and accidentally fell into a deep hole in the mud.

Cheng Qiyan's lips trembled a little, and his wet eyelids slowly closed. In the darkness, there was a vortex, in which all the pictures were spinning endlessly, involuntarily, and intensified.

The enigmatic emotion diffuses in the whole space, breathes through the tiny water molecules, enters the lungs through the mouth and nose, penetrates into the blood, flows through the whole body, and soaks every cell.

Tan Yuran couldn't help swallowing the ever-expanding desire in his mouth.

Every time the deep throat is squeezed, Cheng Qiyan forgets to breathe. The mouth and genitals rub the shower gel to produce a lot of bubbles, which accumulate more and more. At the moment of eruption, white and white are mixed into one, and strings of bubbles are dyed from Tan Yu's red lips. Flowing to the white chest.

The color is extravagant, beautiful and delicious.

At some point, Tan Yuran had already got up to meet Cheng Qiyan's gaze, unable to control himself, everything seemed in a dream, the first time his lips touched, at first it was tentative like a superficial touch, and then, a lingering and deep kiss seemed to want to Spread forever.

The aroma of the shower gel and some fishy liquids almost knocked people out, it was so strong that it couldn't be dispersed, like intoxicating wine, driving people crazy.

Hugging Cheng Qiyan deeply, with his hands cruising on his back, the two hard objects pressed against each other, making the heart beat violently like a drum.

The flat hearts are close together, as if after leaving the mother's womb, they have never been so close to anyone's heart, feeling such a real beating melody.

The water droplets on Tan Yuran's body unknowingly soaked the gauze on Cheng Qiyan's waist, biting the unhealed wound with corrosive foam.

A sting.

Cheng Qiyan snorted, pushed Tan Yuran away, and bent down covering the wound.

"Qi Yan, what's wrong with you, Qi Yan..."

Tan Yuran hurriedly ran outside, tore off the quilt, wrapped Cheng Qiyan up, put him on the bed, and then went to the doctor.

Cheng Qiyan was the only one left in the ward. He was tossed and tossed in pain just now, but now he quietly looked at the door, his cold eyes still carried the aftertaste of the confusion and fascination just now,

There was a voice telling him that he could not continue, otherwise, there would be a catastrophe.

The doctor came to treat Cheng Qiyan's wound, disinfected and applied medicine again.

"Didn't you tell me not to get wet?"

"Sorry, I was careless."

The middle-aged doctor glanced at Tan Yuran, who was disheveled, and sighed, "Be careful in the future, otherwise the wound will fester and heal."

Tan Yuran agreed to send the doctor away.

"sorry."

"It's ok."

Then, there was no more words to say.

After a long period of silence, there was the sound of typing on the keyboard behind him. Tan Yuran's fair side face was illuminated by the light of the computer in an unrealistic way. There was silence behind him, and loneliness behind him.

Frustration and struggle are suppressed.

At night, the tail of desire is gradually moving towards dawn.

Cheng Qiyan's apartment is now empty, but the phone rings tirelessly throughout the room.It trembled and echoed in the air, like the cry of a desperate person, but the other end of the phone was so anxious that it couldn't be delivered.

As soon as they got home, Mo's parents and Mo's mother saw the nanny fainted on the living room floor, but the little granddaughter was gone.

The mobile phone is turned off, the landline is unanswered, all the ways to contact Cheng Qiyan seem to be cut off, and Li Li can't find it, everything seems to be arranged by God.

I can't even imagine calling the police, is it kidnapping, or...

Father Mo dialed his son-in-law's number over and over again with trembling hands. Suddenly, he let go of his hand, and he covered his heart with a painful expression and fell down.

The only sound left in the room was Mo's mother's crying, and a moment later, an ambulance came roaring.

And all of this, Cheng Qiyan, who was far away in the northern capital, couldn't see it.