Qiuchi silent

Summary: Song Qingsheng's Chen Shuchen

Mu Zhe's mentor, Lu Xueyang, is an interesting old man. Although he is full of knowledge, he is not pedantic and serious. Outside of academic studies, he is very naive.Sometimes Mu Zhe respects Mr. Lu, and sometimes he finds him annoying - the old man is most willing to polish his favorite disciples, he loves to leave things to him, and forget about the serious things, and he also likes to drag him out for trivial matters. Like showing off his grandson, Mu Zhe was dragged back from the field twice in three days, listening to the old man nagging, he wanted to pull out his hair.

After finishing what the old man explained, Mu Zhe sat on the side and rested, thinking that he would not be coaxed by the old man next time.

Song Qingsheng was also there, and the two sat and chatted. After chatting for a while, her cell phone rang, and she answered with "hmm" a few times: "Yes, you can go to the east gate and wait."

"It's nothing, um, I'm with Mu Zhe."

"Okay, I'll ask him."

She hung up the phone, and before she could speak, Mu Zhe laughed: "Hey, why did your family have to investigate the police?"

Song Qingsheng was not angry at being teased, and raised his eyebrows quite proudly: "I am happy, are you envious?"

"Look, you're beautiful." Mu Zhe said "tsk", "I've never seen a master who is so happy under control."

Song Qingsheng pointed at him with his finger: "You just say you are jealous, right? No one calls you to check the post, it's quite empty, right?"

No one really checked Mu Zhe's post. His parents were reassuring of him.

And others... He had a few girlfriends in high school, but he soon discovered his sexual orientation and fetishes, and since then he has been hanging out in the circle. He has only raised dogs and never had a boyfriend But, where did the people check the post?

Song Qingsheng was different. She took slaves because of her feelings. She had been in love with Chen Shuchen who called for almost half a year, and it was as good as honey.

Not to mention envy, Mu Zhe didn't think about finding a slave to fall in love with at first, but every time he ate dog food, he was full.

It was getting late, so Mu Zhe simply walked over with Song Qingsheng, asking as he walked, "What did he ask you to ask me?"

"Isn't it summer vacation soon? He just has a vacation. Would you like to hang out with us?"

"Me?" He was a little surprised, "Going to be a one-kilowatt light bulb?"

"Come on less. Didn't you take in a new slave? It's not bad to cultivate feelings."

Mu Zhe was helpless: "Can your Yuelao soul calm down a bit? If I don't have a man by my side, I'm really afraid that you will bring a pig to me as a pair."

"Oh, the dog bit Lu Dongbin! The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not ancient and morality is ruined!" Song Qing was possessed by a playful spirit, beating her chest and stamping her feet.

Mu Zhe glanced at her: "Continue acting, Chen Shuchen would like to see it, right?"

"That can't be done," Song Qing said with a tacit smile, "I don't feel sorry for him when I greet him? It's only fun when I greet him."

Mu Zhe: "..."

He was really full at night, and he didn't need dog food to satisfy his hunger.

Song Qingsheng didn't care about his mental activities at all, and was still gossiping: "Have you changed your taste? I don't think Xie Qiuchi is like the kind you like to accept. You don't like the kind of enthusiastic little goblin who grinds people." of?"

Mu Zhe surrendered: "...please speak humanly."

"Hmph, you still owe me a milk tea, I'm sorry for talking to you like this."

Mu Zhe said: "It's okay if you don't mention it, but when I mentioned it, I remembered it. You did it on purpose last time, didn't you?"

"What are you doing on purpose?" Song Qing pretended to be stupid.

"Still pretending—when have you held my arm since I met you? Pretending to be intimate with me in front of my dog, do you think I dare not hit you?"

"Oh, I'm scared to death!" Song Qingsheng ran a few steps with her head in her arms, then turned her head and smiled, "I'm the only one who can help others—don't tell me, I sneaked a few glances at him, he's really pretty!" depressed."

Mu Zhe opened his mouth to say something, when he saw the man walking over, he immediately shouted: "Brother Chen! Take your little lunatic back quickly!"

Song Qingsheng didn't have time to react when he heard his shout, so she plunged into Chen Shuchen's arms, and was caught firmly.

"Master, good evening." Chen Shuchen hugged her, adjusted her clothes first, and then greeted Mu Zhe with a smile: "Please send her here."

Song Qingsheng leaned against him comfortably, and reached out to grab his face when she heard the words: "What's the trouble, he still wants to hit me, so hurry up and avenge me."

"Yes, can I punch him a few times to vent your anger?"

Mu Zhe had no choice but to say, "Brother Chen, you've learned badly from following her."

Chen Shuchen hadn't let go of the smile on Song Qingsheng's face ever since he saw him, and said, "Dogs follow their masters."

"Good dog," Song Qing complimented before realizing, "That's not right! Aren't you admitting that I'm bad? Rebelling?"

"No dog." Chen Shuchen grinned.

Song Qingsheng was as proficient as an old hooligan, slapped his butt with his backhand, and warned: "You're done, go back and wait."

Mu Zhe was still watching, Chen Shuchen was a little embarrassed, but he still let her move on him, and readily admitted his mistake: "The dog is wrong."

"What's wrong? Can you tell me well?" Song Qing didn't spare him.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, Mu Zhe nodded at Chen Shuchen and walked back.

Song Qingsheng, this little lunatic, is really...

"Don't tell me, I sneaked a few glances at him, he was quite disappointed."

He smiled and shook his head.

Of course he knew what Song Qingsheng was implying, but among the dogs in the world, which dog would like to see his master abandon him to do other things?Although Xie Qiuchi and him didn't get to that point, anyone who missed an appointment would be unhappy, and it really didn't mean anything.

While in the car, Chen Shuchen glanced at Song Qingsheng from time to time. She was a little irritable in the enclosed space and kept cutting songs.

"Have you been out for another day?" Chen Shuchen asked, resisting the urge to rub her eyebrows.

"Yeah." Song Qing frowned and changed the song again.

Chen Shuchen turned down her car window, and her expression became a little better, and she smiled again: "How do you tell?"

"Your hair is a bit messy."

Song Qingsheng attaches great importance to her appearance, and insists that "the head can be broken and the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up".

Chen Shuchen had never asked her what she would do with a haircut if her head was severed - he reckoned that if he did ask, he would be tormented.

Song Qingsheng took out the mirror and took a look, feeling unhappy: "Did I walk here with this hair just now? It's all my fault that Mu Zhe was mean to me. I must have run around when I came here."

You can be quite blamed——Chen Shuchen thought to himself, and smiled: "You look good no matter what."

"Yeah, I think so too." Song Qingsheng winked at the mirror, smiled and patted him, "My dog ​​has a sweet mouth."

Chen Shuchen almost reacted to being touched, and was taken aback: "I'm driving!"

"Well," Song Qingsheng leaned back and glanced at him, "then go back and play with you."

Chen Shuchen's face turned red suspiciously: "You've been busy all day..."

"You still need the strength to play with a dog, right? How lonely is my puppy?"

"The dog will massage you for a while when you go back."

Song Qing closed her eyes: "Well, sure."

She knew that Chen Shuchen was tired after working all day, but sometimes she just enjoyed his meticulous care.

Whoops... Did I raise a dog, or was it raised by a dog?

She sighed in her heart, quite happy.

When Chen Shuchen knelt by the bed and gave Song Qingsheng a massage, she was not idle. She reached out with one hand and grabbed Chen Shuchen's genitals, rubbing the prostatic fluid on Chen Shuchen's face.

Chen Shuchen's breathing was a little short, and the strength of his hand was also a little bit stronger. Song Qingsheng was pressed until he frowned, and he slapped him: "Have you taken the Dali pill? It hurts me to death."

He quickly put down his strength and said, "I'm sorry, master, the dog didn't pay attention."

Song Qingsheng leaned against him, stroked the place where he had just slapped it with his hand, and rubbed him a few times, but after a while, he started to play tricks again, pinching his nose and commanding: "Close your mouth, too."

Song Qingsheng admired him with great interest for a while when he was out of breath and blushed before letting go, and finally leaned on him peacefully.

Chen Shuchen was half-kneeling unsteadily, and seeing Song Qingsheng's posture was also uncomfortable, so he hugged her, knelt on the ground, hugged her in his arms and continued to squeeze her shoulders, whispering: "How about you sleep?"

He could hardly keep his eyes open when he saw Song Qingsheng, he was probably exhausted.

"Don't sleep," Song Qingsheng nestled into his chest, and found a comfortable place to pillow, "If you say you want to play, you will play with you, and you will never break your promise."

Chen Shuchen couldn't laugh or cry: "You have the final say."

After pressing for a while, Song Qingsheng grabbed his hand: "Okay, just kneel down."

Chen Shuchen let go of her as he said, and went to kneel on one side. Seeing Song Qingsheng searching left and right in the closet, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for? I'll help you find it."

Song Qingsheng's virtue seems to be able to turn over the closet, but she doesn't appreciate it: "Shut up, be careful I will slap you."

Seeing the smile on Chen Shuchen's face, she reacted: "Oh...you'd be quite happy if I slapped you, wouldn't you?"

Chen Shuchen nodded: "I am happy with whatever Master does to me."

Song Qingsheng just found what he wanted and threw it to him: "Really? Then put it on quickly."

It turned out to be a lo-style long dress, pink blue, with layers of lace. Although Song Qingsheng didn't let him wear a pannier, the exaggerated and elegant bow on the chest had already defeated Chen Shuchen. Chen Shuchen could immediately stiffen up on Qingsheng, but it was obviously too big.

Song Qingsheng leaned against the closet and stared at him: "It's specially made for you, are you moved?"

Chen Shuchen: "... moved..."

"Put it on quickly if you are moved, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Shuchen picked up the skirt with a bitter face: "Are you really wearing it?"

"Don't talk nonsense and let you wear it out tomorrow, believe it or not?"

Of course I did.

There was no other way, so Chen Shuchen had no choice but to start researching how to wear this skirt. Fortunately, Song Qingsheng ordered it according to his figure, so it was easy to put on, but it was awkward. After he put it on, he touched the lace on it, and he didn't know what to do. impressions.

Song Qingsheng didn't have enough fun, so she pulled him to the mirror, adjusted him a bit, and boasted with a smile: "Baby, you are so beautiful, I'm going to look hard."

She really said what Chen Shuchen was thinking just now.

But... what are you using to be tough?

Chen Shuchen blushed and felt amused.

His outline is relatively hard, he is strong and tall, he has no femininity in his whole body, and wearing a long skirt is almost nondescript, but since Song Qingsheng is happy, he doesn't think there is anything wrong - just like he said, No matter what Song Qingsheng did to him, he was happy.

Song Qingsheng was still playing hooligans, touching his chest and waist through the skirt: "Do you like it?"

He bowed his head and kissed Song Qingsheng's forehead: "I like it, the master has a good eye for picking skirts."

"Hey, I'm going to change clothes too, and wait."

She wanted to keep a sense of mystery, but Chen Shuchen could probably guess what she would wear.

Song Qingsheng asked him to change into women's clothes, presumably to play a role-playing role, and he should wear men's clothes.

However, when Song Qingsheng came out after changing her clothes, he was still amazed—she was wearing a dark blue knight outfit, and she was wearing well-polished riding boots. The black riding whip in her hand was lined with a silver handle. Chen Shuchen's Emotions were immediately aroused.

"Owner……"

Song Qingsheng made a silent gesture, told him to bite the handle of the whip, signaled him to kneel down, and then tied his hands behind his back.

"Princess, from now on, you will be a prisoner." She touched Chen Shuchen's face, "Do you understand?"

This script...

Chen Shuchen nodded helplessly to show that he understood, and then turned his head knowingly to show a reluctant expression.

"He who understands current affairs is a hero. If you are disobedient, you will suffer a lot. Be obedient..." Song Qingsheng stroked his chest with the tip of a horsewhip, "I will make you happy."

"Don't touch me!" Chen Shuchen cooperated and hid for a while, and was immediately slapped.

The horsewhip was put around his neck, Song Qingsheng pulled him closer with one hand, and touched his skirt with the other hand, holding his upright penis: "Don't let anyone touch it? Why don't you let people touch you?" Duplicity, it's time for you to learn a lesson, princess."

"What do you want?!" He looked at her angrily.

"Let your memory grow." Song Qing shook the whip away in a loud voice, flicked it in the air, and watched with satisfaction that Chen Shuchen was pretending to be scared.

The first whip landed on his left chest with lightning speed, Chen Shuchen snorted, thinking that a delicate princess probably couldn't stand this, and immediately begged for mercy following the bloody script.

Song Qingsheng whipped the whip twice before stopping, and lifted Chen Shuchen's chin with the handle of the whip: "You know you're wrong?"

Chen Shuchen nodded in humiliation.

"Can you listen?"

"……Um."

"Very good. Then I have a few questions, can the princess tell me the answer?"

"can."

"The princess is running water, what is it? Your skirt is wet by you." She smiled.

"..." Chen Shuchen really didn't know how to answer - he is a princess now, right?Can princesses grow dicks?WTF?

Song Qingsheng looked at his confused expression, and reminded: "The princess just needs to tell me what you grow that thing for."

Chen Shuchen understood immediately, but he seldom uttered such flirtatious words, so he organized his words before saying, "Long time... for you to play with."

"Why should I play it?"

"Because it...it likes being played by you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his penis increased by two points. Song Qingsheng casually touched it twice and irresponsibly removed his hand, saying: "The princess answered really well, I'm considering rewarding you."

She touched up while talking, teased Chen Shuchen's abdominal muscles a few times, and then skillfully pinched and rubbed his nipples.

The skirt was already close-fitting, and his abdominal muscles and nipples could be vaguely seen through the fabric. The movements of her hands inside were very obvious, which was more imaginative than directly exposed. Chen Shuchen tilted his head slightly and panted.

"Hey, princess, why don't your nipples produce milk?" Song Qingsheng pretended to be surprised.

Chen Shuchen's face turned red at a visible speed, Song Qingsheng grabbed him: "I'm asking you."

"...You rub it more and it will come out..."

Song Qing laughed, and leaned closer to him: "You let me rub it because it can produce milk, or because it wants to be rubbed by me?"

"All of them..." Chen Shuchen puffed out his chest and called out impatiently, "Master..."

"Good boy," Song Qing squeezed a few more times, then withdrew her hand and glanced at her shoes.

Chen Shuchen immediately said: "Your shoes are dirty, let me clean them for you."

"You want to lick so much?"

"Want to lick."

Chen Shuchen followed Song Qingsheng's pressure on his head and pressed his face to the ground. Song Qingsheng's shiny riding boots were right in front of him, touching his face generously: "Thank you."

He couldn't wait to put his nose and mouth on the upper of the shoe, sniffed it a few times before sticking out his tongue, licking it with relish.

Song Qingsheng thought his butt was not raised enough, so he patted it. Chen Shuchen obediently raised his butt to let her continue to slap her. She slapped it from time to time, and then lifted up her skirt to see the color. She was satisfied to see that his bronzed skin had turned a little flushed.

"Didn't you still be chaste and strong just now? Why are you so lewd now?" She poked lightly on his back hole with her fingers, and said casually, "It's all wet."

Hearing this, Chen Shuchen subconsciously shrunk his posterior acupoints, Song Qingsheng saw the opportunity and inserted a finger, he snorted, his mouth movements were slow, and his face was immediately trampled.

While continuing to lick her soles with difficulty, he shook his butt to cater to her, and after a while he finally couldn't help it: "Master, please fuck that bitch."

"How did you become a cheap dog?" Song Qingsheng still inserted him leisurely, "Aren't you a princess?"

She let go of his foot, and Chen Shuchen just stuck to the ground and raised his eyes slightly, and when he met her eyes, he smiled at her with the shoe prints on his face: "I am whatever you want me to be, but I will always be your dog." His voice was still panting, and he couldn't suppress his desire, "Master, please fuck your cheap dog."

"Fucked by me?" She stroked his flushed ass.

"Well, fucked by you."