Invite the wolf into the room

And pulled the belt to tie his hands behind his back so that he couldn't touch his body.

"Qing Zhe!"

Because his hands were tied behind his back, An Chen lying on his back showed the flexible curve of his waist, the pink fruit on his chest swelled into pink, and his hard body was shaking tremblingly. Chen impatiently folded his legs and wanted to turn over, but Ling Qingzhe held his body down with his hands and was unable to move.

"It's not cooked yet, so I can't eat it..."

Ling Qingzhe looked at An Chen's eyes begging for mercy, licked the corner of his mouth sexyly, then leaned over to breathe in An Chen's ear, slid all the way to his chest, opened his mouth slightly to enclose his little bean, Gritting lightly with his teeth, he picked it up and released it. After hearing An Chen's low cry, he held the little bean in his mouth, kissed and sucked it, and pinched the other one with his fingers and kept rubbing it. Gently scrape the nipples.

"Qingzhe...well...I was wrong...I know I was wrong...um..."

The accumulated pleasure was unable to vent, and that unbearable feeling made An Chen beg for mercy. He swayed his waist and wanted to rub into Ling Qingzhe's arms, but the friction of his skin couldn't vent it at all. He wanted more .

"It's useless to just know you're wrong. If you don't punish you, it's a lesson for you."

Ling Qingzhe knelt and hugged An Chen's waist, letting him lie on his lap with his buttocks up, and then Ling Qingzhe's fingers dipped into his body with the liquid that he had just rubbed between An Chen's buttocks, but An Chen No matter how he rubbed Ling Qingzhe's leg with his desire, Ling Qingzhe just refused to comfort him.

In fact, Ling Qingzhe is not as angry as he seems, because he also knows that An Chen is the kind with a lot of thunder and a little rain, but he still has to guard against the slightest progress and wear off the little quail's rebellious psychology. The most effective way is naturally to let the little quail He himself indulged in the pleasure of suffering.

"Move yourself if you want."

Expanding the corridor at the back, Ling Qingzhe let go of An Chen, and then sat leisurely leaning on the pillow behind him, motioning for An Chen, whose arms were still bound, to sit up by himself.

"Huh...huh..."

An Chen knelt between Ling Qingzhe's legs and gasped for breath. Hearing this, he looked up at him pitifully. Seeing that Ling Qingzhe was only smiling gently, but had no intention of helping him at all, An Chen bit his lower lip. Seeing Ling Qingzhe's raised desire, he suddenly bent down and opened his mouth to cover the top.

"An Chen!"

Ling Qingzhe was also taken aback. He didn't expect An Chen to do this suddenly. The meanings of active service and passive acceptance are completely different.

"Don't be mad at me."

Looking up at Ling Qingzhe while licking the big dick in his mouth, An Chen mumbled in a low voice. Although his movements were very clumsy, his earnest and ingratiating manner was extraordinarily deceptive.

"You..."

Ling Qingzhe couldn't bear being teased by An Chen's appearance anymore. He lifted his face and kissed his lips heavily, then hugged him and sat astride himself, holding his already swollen and uncomfortable clone to squeeze. into his passage.

"Slow...slowly...um..."

With the hands bound behind him clenched into fists, An Chen raised his head and gasped for breath. The swelling under his body was accompanied by an unconcealable numbness. Ling Qingzhe supported An Chen's hips to sit down, and his upper body became tighter. It shows the beauty of his figure.

"An Chen, listen, I allow you to doubt me, because everyone will have doubts and guesses, but I don't allow you to assume something without giving me a chance to explain, remember?"

Putting in his mouth the small fruit that An Chen automatically sent to him because of his backward leaning, Ling Qingzhe said in a deep voice while slowly pumping it in his body.

"Well... remember!"

An Chen muttered mischievously, but the sensitive breasts immediately felt a tingling pain. An Chen hurriedly responded, and Ling Qingzhe relaxed and bit his teeth, and changed to lightly grinding with his teeth.

"That's good."

Ling Qingzhe covered An Chen's weeping tip with his hand as if rewarding him, turning and rubbing and stroking, and An Chen, who had already adapted to this position, began to straighten his waist consciously, hoping to get more pleasure.

"An Chen, you have to remember that there may be things I don't want to tell you, or things I can't tell you, but as long as I promise you, it is absolutely true, and I will not lie to you."

Ling Qingzhe pinched An Chen's chin to bring him back to his senses, and whispered in his ear bewitchingly, but An Chen's eyes had begun to blur when he saw him, so he just nodded in response.

"So I promise you now, as long as we are still together, I will not touch anyone other than you, no matter a man or a woman, and I will not marry a wife, unless you are willing to marry me..."

Seeing that An Chen was about to reach the peak again, Ling Qingzhe continued to speak in a bewitching tone, but at the same time let go of the hand that comforted An Chen's desire, allowing him to move unbearably.

"Um...really?"

Originally falling back from the critical point of the climax once again made An Chen go crazy, but Ling Qingzhe's words suddenly pulled back his sanity. An Chen looked at Ling Qingzhe in surprise, but saw that Ling Qingzhe was in danger because of his own words. He narrowed his eyes.

"I asked you to remember what I just said, but you didn't take it to heart at all, did you?"

Ling Qingzhe is completely misinterpreting An Chen's meaning on purpose, but he just likes to do it. The process of education is an alternation of punishment and reward. Ling Qingzhe, who has already said everything he needs to say, is going to give An Chen a sweet treat punished.

"I'm not...ah...I...remember...don't...I was wrong..."

Suddenly being picked up by Ling Qingzhe and thrown aside, An Chen was panicking at his movements, but the next moment he was turned over and kneeled on the quilt, and then Ling Qingzhe rushed into his body mercilessly, and then Ling Qingzhe held him The waist moved vigorously, and An Chen, who had been exhausted by Ling Qingzhe, could only lie on the bed with his upper body paralyzed, but with Ling Qingzhe's collision, An Chen's sensitive chest kept rubbing against the quilt, making An Chen feel uncomfortable. I fell into the unbearable situation of being on the verge of orgasm and unable to release it again.

Ling Qingzhe did this for half an hour, and when he finally ejaculated into An Chen's body contentedly, An Chen, who was also allowed to be released, passed out under the impact of intense pleasure.

After being released, Ling Qingzhe relaxed his body and pressed his whole body on An Chen's body, resting his head on An Chen's shoulder to savor the aftertaste of the orgasm, and the desire to soften was still buried in An Chen's body.

An Chen woke up faintly, turned his head to look at Ling Qingzhe in some confusion, then moved his lips to suck Ling Qingzhe's lips fascinatedly, and actively stretched out his small tongue to penetrate into Ling Qingzhe's territory.

"Still very energetic."

Seeing An Chen like this, Ling Qingzhe laughed in a low voice. Having recovered, he grabbed An Chen's leg and made him turn over and lie on his back under him, then pulled his leg wide open so that he could go deeper.

"No, I don't want Qing Zhe anymore, I have no strength."

An Chen, who had regained his consciousness, hurriedly shook his head and begged for mercy. He just wanted to kiss Ling Qingzhe, he was really out of strength.

"You don't need to work hard, my little quail, you just have to enjoy it obediently."

Ling Qingzhe rubbed against the sensitive parts of An Chen's body viciously, and did not forget to caress An Chen's cute avatar which trembled slightly with his hands, but An Chen, who was already so comfortable that he didn't even want to move his fingers, simply gave up resisting, letting go Ling Qingzhe set fire to himself, and was eaten up by him again willingly...

After having fun, Ling Qingzhe hugged An Chen who had already passed out, took a simple bath and washed it, then hugged him contentedly and prepared to go to bed, and looked at An Chen who unconsciously hugged his arm and put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. Ling Qingzhe's mood is very good now, and he doesn't even find it annoying to get up early to be on duty later.

Remembering that he never had the chance to ask An Chen who he met before, Ling Qingzhe put his arms around An Chen in a comfortable position and closed his eyes. He decided to let An Chen take a good rest and talk about it when he comes back at night.

Apply medicine

He stayed in the Imperial Academy in a good mood for a day. After Ling Qingzhe returned home, he heard Ling Yuan report that An Chen slept in the house all day and didn't get up for lunch. He had just bathed and now rested again.

Ling Qingzhe went back to the room to see him, but just as he saw An Chen lying on the bed with a medicine box in his embarrassment, when he saw him coming in, he slowly hid the medicine box under the pillow.

"Qingzhe."

The end of spring in the capital is already hot, and An Chen was only wearing thin underwear on the bed. He had already settled the matter of An's family last night, and got Ling Qingzhe's assurance. An Chen's mood now is unprecedented. It's been so easy, he is lying on the bed reading a book with his pillow in his arms, there is no trace of Ling Qingzhe's fierceness when he first met.

"what happened?"

Ling Qingzhe leaned over An Chen's body, and took out the medicine box An Chen hid from under the pillow, which contained swelling, pain-relieving and moisturizing ointment.

Yesterday Ling Qingzhe was really a bit ruthless. I didn't feel anything before going to bed. When I woke up in the morning, An Chen's area had become red and swollen. When Ling Qingzhe gave him the medicine, he felt distressed, but it was even hotter inside. Ling Qingzhe almost didn't want to leave.

"Uh...uh...nothing..."

An Chen's head was pressed into the pillow due to Ling Qingzhe's movements, and he could only protest with a hum. After Ling Qingzhe sat up, he shook his head pretending nothing had happened.

He couldn't tell Ling Qingzhe that his place was so painful that it started to itch, and he wanted to apply the medicine himself but couldn't do it...

"Does it still hurt?"

Even if An Chen didn't say anything, Ling Qingzhe could still guess it, and felt a little regretful. If he came back later, would he be able to see An Chen administering the medicine himself?

Thinking of this, a smirk appeared on Ling Qingzhe's face,