Mr. Bamboo Horse

After returning to the room, Zheng Zhuoyuan threw the piece of paper on the coffee table and stuffed himself into the pillow.

He really didn't expect Dr. Luo to let Xu Jingchi deliver this kind of news, and ask him to clock in every day?Such a private behavior would be embarrassing even among relatives. I can't figure out how Xu Jingchi would accept it readily.

Fortunately, the guy didn't say much, and let him go back to his room after giving him the punch card.

His eyes stopped on the piece of paper again, and after hesitating for a moment, he sat up, took the watch and read it carefully.

In fact, as early as the recovery period of the first car accident, Dr. Luo taught him this rehabilitation method.

But I don't know whether it is a psychological reason or a physical problem, every time he practices, he will have an obvious physiological reaction.

At first he could bear the discomfort and persist, but as the number of times increased, he became more and more resistant to this kind of exercise.

After all, he was still in a relatively serious mood of self-loathing at that time, wishing he could not feel the strangeness there.

Fortunately, the follow-up medication and psychotherapy are all effective, and although the time is slower, he is still recovering.

After this relapse, Dr. Luo also mentioned rehabilitation exercises to him, and said that the current situation is different from before, and suggested that he try it first.

Every time he did this exercise before, he had to endure it until he was in a hurry before starting, and there were more than one times when he couldn't help it.

So unless necessary, he really didn't want to touch it again.

He put the paper back on the coffee table, planning to go to bed after taking a shower.

But when he saw himself naked in the mirror, he unconsciously remembered the check-in sheet.

He held down his flat stomach, and slowly applied pressure from light to heavy, and stopped when he felt that he wanted to go to the bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, then turned and entered the shower room.

After taking a shower, he went back to bed and lay down, picked up the tablet and started watching learning videos.

But I kept thinking about that matter in my heart, and it was difficult to concentrate. I finally put down the tablet and went into the bathroom when I finally felt bloated.

He locked the door and stopped for ten seconds as he did in the previous practice.

But just like in the past, I couldn't really hold back at all, but because of this restrained behavior, I had another feeling that was indescribable.

After the end, looking at the half-upright desire between the legs, frustration came to my heart again.

Before the car accident, he was a healthy 18-year-old boy.He'll take pleasure in soothing himself and sneak in some stimulating aids.But since he couldn't control himself, normal physiological venting can be avoided.It's just that the desire of the body will not disappear just because he doesn't want to.

Just like now, even if he raised the frequency of soothing to once every half a month, his body still protested against him.After only a minute or two of hesitation, the desire was completely hardened, and the transparent mucus dripped down eagerly without touching it.

He turned and leaned against the sink, looked up at the ceiling, and began to fuck himself.

A source of heat seemed to be ignited between the legs, and the pleasure that had been endured for a while lingered around, quickly wrapped around his reason, and even the hand holding desire began to tremble.

Moist panting spread in the dry air, and soon he heard his own groan.Although he felt ashamed, he couldn't control this instinctive impulse, and the speed of his hand became faster.

Since reducing the number of times of stroking, he has become more sensitive than before, and the time from touching to ejaculation has also been shortened a lot.For this reason, he was distressed, and later found that stopping the stimulation properly before ejaculation can prolong the erection time.But his body can't stand such intense pleasure at all, and every time he does this, he loses control of himself.

After a while, his legs began to shake.He wanted to sit down and continue, but a familiar feeling came to his mind at this moment, making him realize that he couldn't stop.So he supported the sink behind him with his left hand, bit his lips tightly, and suppressed his voice in his throat.

But he still overestimated his own restraint.At the moment of the climax, the extreme pleasure made his mind go blank, and also made him let go of his mouth unconsciously.

"Ah! Ah..."

"Um……"

High and hoarse moans echoed in the bathroom, and he didn't recover until the refreshing and numb feeling became less intense, and he fell to the ground.

The thick white semen splashed on the light gray marble floor tiles, and the visual effect of the impact made the corners of his eyes red with embarrassment. He immediately grabbed a tissue and wiped it off indiscriminately, then listened to the movement outside.

) The sound insulation in the rooms at home is very good, and he is in the bathroom, so he cannot be heard through two doors.

After confirming that it was only his own panting sound, he felt relieved, stood up after cleaning up, and fell back on the bed weakly.

He was extremely tired, and he should have slept well, but in the morning he was woken up by a dream.

It was the scene where Xu Jingchi held a time card and stood by to supervise his practice.

In the end, he still couldn't help but let Xu Jingchi witness what he did last night.

The degree of fright of this dream directly caused him to miss it when he woke up, so that when he went downstairs, he was in a low mood, and when he saw Xu Jingchi, he turned his head away.

Today Xu Jingchi also practiced vocal music, but he received a call from Song Chuyi early in the morning, saying that he was going to entertain guests at home, so he made an appointment with the teacher here.

Song Chuyi had arrived at this moment, and was chatting with Xu Jingchi on the sofa.

Seeing him coming down, Song Chuyi took the initiative to greet him.

He smiled and let Song Chuyi casually walk into the kitchen, and soon heard footsteps again.

Looking back, Xu Jingchi came in with a cup.

Aunt Su is cleaning the yard, and breakfast is kept warm in the small refrigerator as usual.

Zheng Zhuoyuan didn't touch it because he didn't have an appetite, and only took milk to drink.

Xu Jingchi walked up to him, and said in a low voice, "Why do you look so bad? Didn't sleep well last night?" Zheng Zhuoyuan stopped drinking milk, and then continued drinking.

He wanted to avoid the conversation with Xu Jingchi in this way, but he didn't expect that Xu Jingchi couldn't get it, but he got closer, and asked in his ear: "Is the practice not going well?" Zheng Zhuoyuan was choked by the milk, hands The glass in it almost fell to the ground.

Seeing him rushing to the pool and coughing, Xu Jingchi immediately followed him and stroked his back: "Why are you so careless? Hurry up and pour water for you."

As soon as the pressure on his back was loosened, he wanted to go outside after rinsing his mouth, but was held back by Xu Jingchi again.

A glass of warm water was handed to him, and he resisted the itchy throat and pushed it away: "I won't drink it, I'll go upstairs first."

Even if Xu Jingchi didn't know what happened, he now understood that something was wrong with him.

But before he had time to ask, a purple figure appeared at the kitchen door first.

"Jingchi, do you have any juice?" Song Chuyi asked.

After speaking, I found that Xu Jingchi was holding the cup in his right hand, and Zheng Zhuoyuan's wrist in his left hand.

And Zheng Zhuoyuan's expression was very unnatural, when he saw her looking over, he withdrew his hand and hurried out.

Song Chuyi turned to look at Zheng Zhuoyuan, and asked Xu Jingchi until he disappeared around the corner on the second floor: "What happened? Are you arguing?" "No."

Xu Jingchi put his left hand in his pants pocket, walked out and said, "He's angry about getting up, he didn't sleep well last night."

This was Xu Jingchi's reason for breaking it off casually, but Song Chuyi didn't ask any more, and started chatting with him again.

Xu Jingchi answered absent-mindedly, and sat on the sofa for more than half an hour, but Zheng Zhuoyuan did not come down, but he waited for the vocal teacher.

I had no choice but to lead Song Chuyi and the vocal teacher to the audio-visual room on the first floor, and practiced until night.

After sending the person away, Xu Jingchi knocked on the door of Zheng Zhuoyuan's room.

Soon the door opened, and the person who appeared in front of him was holding a headset, and the discomfort during the day could no longer be seen on his face.

"What are you doing?" Xu Jingchi came in and asked.

Zheng Zhuoyuan walked towards the desk: "English listening practice, I have to take the test in class tomorrow."

Xu Jingchi followed him to the table, looked at the messy textbooks and notes on the table, as well as the suspended video on the computer screen, and asked, "Have you been doing your homework all day?" "Yes."

Zheng Zhuoyuan leaned on the headrest of the swivel chair: "Have you finished training?" "Well, they just left."

Xu Jingchi flicked the manuscript paper at hand, looked at his reddened eyes and said, "What happened in the morning?" Zheng Zhuoyuan's eyes flashed a moment of unnaturalness.

He shook his head and picked up the pen on the table: "It's just that I didn't sleep well and had a headache."

Xu Jingchi looked at him for a while, but didn't see anything, and asked again: "Did you practice last night?" Zheng Zhuoyuan paused while writing, and said calmly, "Yes."

"Did it go well?" "It's okay."

While answering, Zheng Zhuoyuan continued to write in his notebook.

Xu Jingchi knew that he would be embarrassed, so he didn't ask any more questions, and just told him not to worry, take his time, anyway, he would have to wait a week before returning to the doctor.

After Xu Jingchi went out, Zheng Zhuoyuan leaned back in the chair and let out a long sigh.

Since next Saturday is the audition for the campus singer contest, the next week will be busier than before.

The two of them didn't get home until after ten o'clock every day, and they had to go to school early in the morning.

For a few days, let alone the two of them, even Chen Shulun didn't have the extra energy to toss about.

Fortunately, all the busy work was over on Friday afternoon, they had a good night's rest, and on Saturday morning they arrived at the sports venue where the audition was held.

As soon as Zheng Zhuoyuan arrived, he was dragged to a small meeting by the Minister of Literature and Art, and then there was a series of nervous and busy confirmations.

As members of the audition, Xu Jingchi and Chen Shulun had to report in advance, so they had limited things to do. By the time Zheng Zhuoyuan could finally sit down and rest, the No. 16 contestants in the audition had already appeared on stage.

A total of 58 students participated in the audition. For some unknown reason, Xu Jingchi and Chen Shulun got the numbers 52 and 55 respectively.

Lin Qing sat behind Zheng Zhuoyuan with two other girls from the Propaganda Department. Even though they were not speaking loudly, Zheng Zhuoyuan could still hear them discussing who would win, Xu Jingchi or Chen Shulun.

Zheng Zhuoyuan would not be involved in this kind of topic, he was concentrating on the performance on stage, and it didn't take long before he felt someone pat on the shoulder.

Looking back, Lin Qing handed the phone screen in front of him: "Minister, Wang Luo called and said that the two nearby flower shops only have nine bouquets of perfumed lilies in total. Can the other bouquet be replaced by roses?" Zheng Zhuoyuan took it. Looking at her mobile phone, the red rose photo in the wechat chat box looked pretty good, so she said yes.

When Wang Luo returned to the lounge of the Propaganda Department, Lin Qing was already waiting here.

She straightened the bouquet of red roses and placed them on the top shelf alone.

"What are you doing?" Wang Luo asked puzzled.

Lin Qing continued to arrange the remaining nine bouquets of perfume lilies, and proudly said: "Jingchi should be a sure winner, and when the minister comes on stage to present flowers to the top ten, I will hand this bouquet to the minister when it is Jingchi's turn. "

Wang Luo suddenly realized: "No wonder you asked me to choose red roses when I said just now that there were only nine bunches."

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