[ABO] is falling into the arms

In the clean and simple open kitchen, the breath of the two people was very close, and Uncle Cheng's warm body was clasped tightly under him, showing an extremely weak look - hungry.

This kind of situation is not human.

Yan Jinxiao is not in a hurry to pursue the secrets on the ceiling, after all, there is no reason to let go of the meat that is on the lips.

"Can't you wait, Uncle Cheng?" He stretched out his index finger and pulled out the other party's tie that he had just untied last night, revealing a red mark that had not yet disappeared. Medal of...

"No, can we...just hug..." Cheng Qin tried to save her.

"Okay." Yan Jinxiao whispered in his ear: "I can satisfy Uncle Cheng with any posture."

"No, that's not what I meant..." Now he felt that he really seemed to have spoiled Yan Jinxiao.

Cheng Qin wanted to cry but lay under him, staring straight at the masterpiece on the ceiling, wishing he could strangle his nerves that made him die a year ago.

Yan Jinxiao doesn't care about his Uncle Cheng's complicated inner journey, he will eat it like a tiger grabs its prey.

He tenderly kissed the small bead on Uncle Cheng's lips, then pried open the corner of his mouth, drove straight in and hooked his tongue, his lips pressed against each other, and slowly pressed into the mouth from his white teeth, Cheng Qin had no choice but to raise his head due to such a domineering sense of oppression.

Yan Jinyan caressed his back with the palm of his hand through the cloth, and smelled his rusty pheromone, which shouldn't be a pleasant smell, but it always fascinated him and made him feel hotter and hotter.

Even during the immune training, facing those sweet and bone-destroying pheromones, he never surrendered, only his Uncle Cheng, the bitter taste of blood, can make Yan go crazy tonight, like a natural blood drinker. Throat, if you break it, you will die.

Cheng Qin gently probed the tip of his tongue into the opponent's mouth, received a warm response, almost out of breath, rubbed his tongue with his teeth, and snatched away his teeth with the warmth of softness over rigidity. Air, Cheng Qin couldn't resist this domineering intrusion, and gradually closed his eyes, only feeling that the corners of his mouth were wet, painful and astringent, red and shameful.

Yan Jinxiao had torn open his shirt, and the belt was smoothly pulled out from Uncle Cheng's waist, and the majestic python on the belt buckle was thrown on the ground with a dull sound.

Under the body is the cold wooden floor, slightly rough.

"...Go to the bathroom..." Cheng Qin still felt uneasy, because he knew Yan Jinxiao's temperament too well, and it was very likely that he would be hugged inexplicably later, just like the previous few times...

Then, the secret of the ceiling will be exposed.

Of course Yan Jinxiao knew about Uncle Cheng's careful thoughts, and he was still willing to follow Uncle Cheng's wishes. After all, since childhood, as long as Uncle Cheng said it, he had always followed his orders, except for feelings.

He picked up Uncle Cheng and walked to the bathroom. On the way, Uncle Cheng buried his face in his chest. Was he so afraid that he would see the secret of the ceiling?

At first, I thought we could have a play with the mandarin ducks, but this turtle with a shrunken head who was lingering in the bathtub refused to come out. He didn't even take off his trousers in the water, and opened a pair of eyes that seduced people and didn't know it: "I want to bath."

"Then I'll go out." A certain young man said without hesitation.

"No!" Cheng Qin was so frightened that he quickly grabbed his hand, but couldn't open his mouth.

Yan Jinxiao was confident, and Uncle Cheng gave up on himself: "You wait for me to wash and go together..."

Cheng Qin was afraid that he would run away, so he still refused to let go, picked up the towel with one hand and started the slow journey of taking a bath.

"Don't you take off your pants?" Yan Jinxiao looked at someone wearing pants to take a bath with great interest.

"I... am allergic to water from the waist down, so I don't take it off." Cheng Qin tried in vain to keep his virginity.

"..." Yan Jinxiao smiled and sat on the edge of the bathtub: "Really? I don't know if you are allergic to my water?"

Then he was splashed with water... tick tock.But that's not important, what's important is Uncle Cheng's flushed neck and ears, which are pleasing to the eye.

"How did you learn some hooligan accents?"

"Because I failed at school, Uncle Cheng doesn't love me anymore." Yan Jinyan's hair was also dripping wet, making the edges and corners soft.

"You don't use hard tricks, I won't be fooled."

Yan Jinxiao smiled, he doesn't need those, he just needs to do it directly.

"It's wet anyway, why don't you wash it with Uncle Cheng." He raised his head and unbuttoned his shirt with his fingers. The black fabric made his fingers whiter, and even his nails were smooth and light-colored.

This is a fatal blow for a hand control. From the first one to the last one, the metal texture of the zipper, Cheng Qin was fascinated to watch all this. When he came back to his senses, he was already in his arms inside.

"Uncle Cheng, don't be distracted." The water in the bathtub escaped with a splash, and the space was replaced by a strong and tall body.

The bathtub was not big enough, Cheng Qin was pulled by him, felt his hands in the water penetrated into his waist, the suit trousers were already fitted a little tight, but his hands broke in, they were too narrow, and the fabric was stretched .

The back of Yan Jinxiao's hand was tightly pressed against the lining of his trousers, and the palm of his hand was separated from the pair of underpants with the lettering printed on it.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of wet trousers wrapped in water was thrown down.

"Little ancestor, you can bully me as hard as you can... um... you can just rely on me... I spoil you..." Cheng Qin was almost driven mad by him.

"Well, Uncle Cheng dotes on me the most... he even dotes on me there...he won't let me go." Yan Jinxiao whispered in his ear, and it was no surprise to see Uncle Cheng's flushed face.

"... That's enough, don't talk, can you please!" Cheng Qin was about to cry out of anger, angry and ashamed, and pushed his chest hard.

Yan Jinxiao likes to see his Uncle Cheng's attitude the most, so he deliberately doesn't move.

"I told you to shut up...not to keep you still..." Cheng Qin's body was slightly red from the hot water, and even his eyes were stained with water.

"Here we come." Yan Jinxiao kissed him on the cheek, the calm water began to surge gradually, and they rushed out of the bathtub.

The sound of the wind gradually overshadowed the sound of the water. Cheng Qin had hypoglycemia due to fasting, but now he felt that his whole body was light, hanging on him, and his soul was about to go out of his body at any time.

It wasn't until the water in the bathtub was almost dry that Yan Jinyan carried him out. After all, Uncle Cheng hadn't eaten yet, so how could he bear to torment him again.

When he got out of the bathroom, Cheng Qin put his arms around his head and said anxiously: "...you are not allowed to look up." His voice was hoarse and pleasant, but he had no strength at all.

Yan Jinxiao coaxed him dotingly: "Okay, can I close my eyes?"

Cheng Qin was speechless, nestled in his arms, his body covered with traces of flames.