Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

He got on my stomach.

Weird feeling.

"You said no to mine..." I couldn't help crying again.

"I just rubbed against your stomach, I don't have that you." Mu Junchen looked a little helpless, and wiped me with a towel, "Can you stop crying, I can't see you crying... .”

I thought he stopped talking for a moment, wondering if it meant seeing me cry? Mu Junchen is really annoying sometimes, but in the end he is still very kind.

Mu Junchen frowned, and continued: "When you start to cry...it's like that, the pear blossoms have two spots, the eyes are red and watery...the more you cry, the harder I become.

I:"....."

I can fuck it, fuck himintothesky, withthesunsidebyside!

"You said just now that you were not interested in being cried by me..." I said aggrievedly, "You are lying."

"Yeah, I told a lie...I was wrong." Mu Junchen was still unsatisfied, and the interest came again, and he stood against me without any hindrance.

He hugged me and rubbed me, and said in a coquettish tone that hadn't been seen for a long time: "Come again, I will help you too, and you are also stubborn...

I felt awkward and refused.He was quiet, and after a while, he whispered in my ear: "Huaiwei, be good..."

I must have been delusional so I didn't push him away.

This is definitely the most absurd night I have ever experienced. Mu Junchen has done a lot of tricks, which has taught me a lot, especially his kung fu of getting rid of the coquettish, which can be called perfect.

I wanted to reject him, the things I said to him that made me uncomfortable.

But as long as I show that I don't want to continue anymore, he will coax and lie in a soft tone, yelling, making me dizzy, like floating on soft cotton, and listening to him again in a daze if.

In the middle, he lost his temper inexplicably, but not to me, but to himself.

He said to himself: "I shouldn't fucking pick up your clothes, I'm just a thief... I'm addicted now, shit 5..."

At two o'clock in the night, we died down, cleaned up and fell asleep.

Sleep until the next morning.

It's a sunny day here in Donglin, the winter sun is white, and a few beams seep through the tight curtains of the hotel. I woke up, opened my eyes a little, and saw that Mu Junchen was only covered with a quilt Half of it revealed a solid and well-proportioned breast, with perfect lines like half an artist's sculpture.

His sleeper is also quiet, with long eyelashes drooping, like a child.

But he is really not a child.

I recalled the scene last night, and while he was still awake, I reached out and touched his chest muscles curiously.

The air conditioner in the room was always on, and his chest muscles were tough and warm. I touched him twice and looked at him, but he didn't seem to notice. He quickly lifted the quilt a little, and peeked at the one crouching between his legs.

It's scary, I did it a few times last night, and I won't have a morning erection in the morning, but the size is still too much.

I was very anxious in my heart, beating the drums. After last night, he said that after two days I was mentally ready to adapt, and it was just me, and then the two of us broke up.But I feel that if one day I am ready and let him do me, I guess I will be driven west by him on the spot.

I'm dead, of course it's clear.

"Peeping at brother's baby?

Mu Junchen actually spoke from behind me, which startled me so much that I was about to step aside immediately, but he hugged me from behind.

And also lifted the quilt completely, revealing two shameless bodies underneath.

"If you want to see it, you can watch it openly," he said.

I curled up my legs and hugged it like crazy, and shouted: "Quickly put the quilt on!!!"

Mu Junchen was slapped in the face by me, and immediately put the quilt back.

I immediately shrank into the quilt like a bug, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Mu Junchen scratched his head helplessly: "Sooner or later, your ears will be deafened by your bell-beating and drum-beating voice. I really suspect that you are the reincarnation of Lei Zhenzi... No, there is nothing to be shy about. ...There is really no place that I haven't seen, the men are naked, what's the matter?"

"..."

I rolled it left and right, and rolled the quilt all over myself.

Mu Shachen lost the quilt, and his whole body was exposed to the warm air, like a naked pervert.

Mu Junchen looked down at himself, then at me: "..."

"What are you doing? I still want to sleep for a while, give me some quilt." He blushed, and reached out to pull the quilt.

"Men are naked, what's the matter?" I said.

"You are a black-hearted person!" Mu Junchen directly used force, peeled off the quilt a little, got in and hugged me tightly, squeezed a couple of times, and said, no, you are a black sesame glutinous rice ball, look The meat is white and soft, and when you bite it open, the stuffing is black.

"Don't hug, don't hug.....that again later." I beat him with my elbow.

"If you don't move, you won't have that, don't move!" Mu Junchen tightened his grip on me from behind.

The warm body temperature came from behind without any barriers. In winter, what I like the most is not a little warmth in the bed. I enjoy it a little bit, and I don’t struggle anymore. I let him hold me.

I heard my heart pounding, mixed with his strong heartbeat coming from behind.

A little wind squeezed in through the open gap of the glass window and moved the curtains, and the light moved accordingly. Mu Junchen's body temperature behind him became warmer, and his naked skin was pressed against each other. I asked a strange question. Thoughts, it would be nice if time could stop.

I wanted to steal this showtime.

While in a daze, Mu Shachen held my chin again, turned my face away, and asked me, "Is it spring now?"

I thought about it: "It's winter now, subtropical monsoon climate, November, December, January...or is it winter in December, January, February? Anyway, it's definitely not spring now.

"

Mu Junchen's eyes were blank: "..."

"I thought it was spring now." Mu Junchen complained, "Because your face is as pink as picking flowers."

I reacted for a while, my heart beat faster, and I asked uncertainly: "So... Senior, are you praising me for being good-looking?"

Mu Junchen's face was even redder than before, and his mouth moved several times as if he was brewing something important, and finally he just said indifferently: "I want to say that you are a mother, it's gone."

I:"....."

Heartbroken.

"I'm a sissy, then you like to hug a sissy, you're a psychopath.

I turned around, my eyes turned into knives, "Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Who likes you? I only like you when I have meningitis." Mu Junchen said.

I was silent for two seconds, but there was a flash of inspiration in my mind, and I countered: "I said you like to hug pussies, but I didn't say you like me. These are two concepts, but you just opened your mouth and said you don't like me. Why? So sensitive? Why do you just say that subconsciously? Maybe it’s because you just like me in your heart, and you’re gay.”