The sand sculpture roommate is always teasing me

The party ended very late and because it was too late, Chen Qiling directly stayed at Yang Ji's house tonight.

Yang Yan drank a lot of wine in the restaurant, and he was even more sober after arriving at the bar, but he was a little more sober after blowing some wind when he got home.

The two walked into the room, and he went to the bar to pour himself a glass of water: "Do you think something can happen to them at night?"

Chen Qiling looked puzzled, and walked over to pour himself a glass of water: "What can happen? My brother is drunk, so he can force it?"

"Damn," Yang Yan snatched the cup from his hand, "you can't see such a big jug, it's filled with wine."

Chen Qiling: "Are you bullying me? I don't know it, it's obviously tonic water."

"Fart," Yang Yan yelled, raised his hand and sniffed the mouth of the amber glass bottle.

This sniff found something remarkable. The only thing left in the bottle was really tonic water.

"Damn..." Yang Yan was taken aback, and quickly leaned over to take out another glass wine bottle, opened it, and thick spirits came out.

Seeing his collapsed expression, Chen Qiling asked curiously: "What's wrong? Got the wrong bottle? Who told you to buy a bunch of empty bottles that are useless."

Yang Yan swallowed his saliva and asked, "What do you think would happen if Jing Shuo wasn't drunk this afternoon?"

Chen Qiling frowned slightly, lowered his head and glanced at the glass wine bottle to catch a slight flash of thought.

"What do you mean? You don't confuse tonic water with wine, do you?"

Yang Wei replaced the answer with silence.

"Really?" Chen Qiling took a breath, just thinking about the conversations they had in the afternoon, he felt that Chen Jiashu could dig three feet into the ground.

After both parties fell into a brief silence, he asked anxiously: "I just said that these gaudy bottles are not useful, so what should we do now? They won't break off friendship tomorrow, right?"

"...You can't think about the good? For example, if Jing Shuo was not drunk in the afternoon, why did he pretend to be drunk? Also, when he heard that Chen Jiashu had that kind of intention for him, at least he didn't show any disgust at that time, right? Let him pour Chen Jiashu a glass of fragmented wine, he doesn't mind either."

Yang Yan analyzed clearly and said: "Think about it differently. If you just found out that a man likes you, would you be willing to be alone in the room with him and take care of him when he was drunk? Are you afraid of being raped?"

Chen Qiling really thought about it seriously, uh...

It seems that the words of a straight man are really difficult to accept, at least he can't.

But when it came to this, Yang Wei changed the subject again: "But there is another possibility, that is, he gave Chen Jiashu face in front of us, and then they parted ways after returning."

He might feel better if he didn't say this.

Chen Qiling said: "...Then what should we do, should we tell my brother the truth?"

Yang Yan looked at him with deep eyes: "It depends on whether you want to be beaten to death or not."

The corner of Chen Qiling's mouth twitched, with an incomprehensible look, he wailed in despair: "Damn it, it's none of my business, I'm innocent!"

"Just you jumping up and down trying to give Chen Jiashu a bad idea. If they really want to break up, every hair on your body will be involved."

Chen Qiling: "..."

A glass of Fragmented Wine is extremely powerful, once the alcohol is on top, Jiashu rubs against Jing Shuo's body like a big bear, making it sticky.

You can't even pick it apart, and whoever picks it is in a hurry, and bites whoever gets it.

So the two of them went back to the hotel early even before the dinner was over.

The drunk Chen Jiashu is particularly difficult to deal with, even though Jing Shuo is mentally prepared.

But when the two accidentally fell to the floor of the room, Chen Jiashu rolled on the carpet.Rolling to the left first and then rolling to the right, while greeting Jing Shuo, "This bed is so big, let's roll together-sheets", he was still shocked.

Chen Jiashu can always refresh the sand sculpture level in his heart by himself.

After finally coaxing and deceiving him to take a shower, Jing Shuo put him on the sofa and went to take a shower himself.

When he came out of the shower, Chen Jiashu was sitting on the sofa in his nightgown and watching TV.

Her hair was still wet, and she looked a little obedient from the back.

After drying his hair halfway, Jing Shuo took a dry towel and walked over to stand in front of him.

The TV screen was covered, Chen Jiashu's eyes moved up to his face, Jing Shuo took advantage of the situation and covered his head with a towel.

Under the snow-white towel, there were a few strands of wet hair curled up. Under the wet hair was a pair of white, slightly heroic eyebrows and eyes, mixed with a bit of youthful feeling that had not completely faded.

Holding a plate of grapes from the hotel in his hand, probably because he had just taken a shower, his lips were redder than usual, and the grape juice stained them looked particularly attractive.

Jing Shuo wiped his hair for him, and looked at each other for a long time. Chen Jiashu patted his thigh and invited him, "Sit."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Chen Jiashu put his arms around his waist and pulled him up. Jing Shuo could only kneel on the sofa and sit on his lap, and was still wiping his wet hair with his hands.

This Chen Jiashu looks so cute, so Jing Shuo couldn't take his eyes off it.

Chen Jiashu put the grapes on the sofa, picked one up and handed it to Jing Shuo's lips.

Jing Shuo opened his mouth and bit the grape, but before he could bite it down, Chen Jiashu suddenly came over quickly, with a slippery touch, hooked it, and when he parted, the grape in his mouth disappeared.

Then I saw Chen Jiashu biting the grapes proudly, because the two of them were so close to each other, the strong smell of grapes overflowed into the nose.

Then Chen Jiashu twirled another grape and brought it to his lips. Jing Shuo learned his lesson this time, sticking out his tongue and hooking the grape into his mouth to crush it. Then I followed.

He grabbed the back of his head and eagerly poked his tongue in to find the stolen grape.

Having suffered a loss once, how could Jing Shuo let him succeed easily, resisting his menacing plunder with his tongue.

A fierce lip-tooth push-pull battle was just for a clear pulp, and the grape pulp was smashed under their strong plunder, and the mouths of the two were full of crushed grape pulp and sweet juice.

After a fight, lips and tongues parted, and eyes intertwined, they swallowed each other's breath.

Chen Jiashu seemed to fall in love with this sweet game of plundering, and picked up another grape and brought it to his lips.

Seeing his appearance, Jing Shuo felt quite funny, but he still didn't want to satisfy him viciously, so he turned his head away: "Don't eat."

Chen Jiashu blinked, thinking they had a good time just now, so he didn't understand his rejection now.

"why?"

Jing Shuo: "You won't let me eat."

Eyeballs rolled around, Chen Jiashu discussed: "I let you eat, and you let me eat too."

Jing Shuo: "Didn't you eat till now?"

Looking at each other for two seconds, Chen Jiashu suddenly pulled him down, put his arms around his shoulders, leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'll give you grapes, and you also have to give me grapes."

Jing Shuo put a puzzled face on Chen Jiashu's shoulder: "The grapes are always with you, when will I stop giving them to you?"

This time, Chen Jiashu didn't answer any more. Instead, he lowered his head and sniffed back and forth a few times with his nose on his shoulder.

The tone is full of children's curiosity: "Why do you still use perfume after taking a shower?"

The conversation suddenly changed, and Jing Shuo was not surprised. Hearing this, he even pulled off the bathrobe on his other shoulder, raised his shoulder and sniffed it. The fragrance was very faint, almost negligible.

"It doesn't smell." He said after the appraisal.

"Yes," Chen Jiashu was very sure, rubbing the tip of his nose back and forth on his shoulders, like an addict who was obsessed with smells. After sniffing his shoulders was not enough, he rubbed his neck again. , constantly rubbing back and forth.

"Really, it smells so good." With a dry throat and an obsessed voice.

"Actually, you smell pretty good too."

As Jing Shuo said, he lowered his head and sniffed at the side of his neck. Every time he got close, he could faintly smell a little fragrance, but he didn't pay much attention to it before.

However, according to him, the smell is particularly strong today, like a faint milky smell, but it smells much better than the milky smell, or it fascinates him even more.

After all, he was forced to drink milk since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn't like the smell of milk, but the smell of milk on Chen Jiashu's body is particularly good, so good that he even wants to eat it a little bit.

The smell of a person can be so fascinating, so fascinating that it is a little spiritually happy.

Jing Shuo swallowed, put his arms around his neck, sniffed and sniffed uncontrollably.

Hey, how can milk taste so fragrant, so delicious, and make people so greedy.

After smelling it for a long time, Jing Shuo couldn't help feeling a little funny. Chen Jiashu could understand it when he was drunk, but he was a bit crazy like a person who didn't drink at night.

Chen Jiashu rested his pillow on the side of his neck, and said in a puzzled tone, "No one ever said that I smell good."

"It smells really good," Jing Shuo clasped his hands a little harder, "It smells like milk, you must be the one who is talking about you."

Hearing that Chen Jiashu sniffed it himself, his drunken tone was very simple: "No, no one has ever said that."

After a while, Jing Shuo said in a low voice, "I heard..."

"People who like each other will release hormones. Only the other party can smell this smell, and no one else can smell it."

After a pause, Jing Shuo raised his head to look at Chen Jiashu. He didn't know if he understood, but he just looked at him with a confused expression.

"There is another way of saying," Jing Shuo was so hypocritical, he licked his lips to hide the embarrassment and discomfort in his heart, "Smell expresses the genetic characteristics of each person, if you can smell the other person's body fragrance and feel pleasure, that's a good idea." It means that your genes chose him."

The condescending gaze forced Chen Jiashu to look up at him, and his appearance after drinking was always extraordinarily innocent. At this moment, I don't know if it was because he didn't understand the meaning of the sentence just now. Very innocent and simple.

This appearance suddenly made Jing Shuo think of what Chen Jiashu said in the afternoon, and finally understood why Chen Jiashu said that he looked very good when he was drunk, and made people want to bully him.

Because such Chen Jiashu also made him want to tease and bully him.

Moreover, every time their intimate behavior seemed to be dominated by the other party, it made him seem unconscious and could only be accepted by him.

Seeing Chen Jiashu, who is so innocent and easy to bully, Jing Shuo couldn't help but feel revenge.

At this time, Chen Jiashu just raised his head and leaned forward to kiss him, but when Jing Shuo hid his body back, Chen Jiashu pursed his mouth aggrievedly.

"Dear."

"Yes," Jing Shuo said, "but you can't move."

Chen Jiashu opened his mouth in a daze, as if he couldn't understand what this sentence meant.

"That's it..." Jing Shuo's eyes flashed, he touched his nose, and completed the words that were easy for Chen Jiashu but difficult for him to say, "I kiss you, but you can't kiss me."

Chen Jiashu still blinked blankly.

"Anyway, that's right, you can't move your tongue." After a pause, Jing Shuo held his face, bent down and kissed him, "Forget it, I'll teach you."

As soon as he kissed, he knew that Chen Jiashu didn't understand what he meant at all, Jing Shuo raised his head again: "I told you I would kiss you, don't move."

The drunken Chen Jiashu was not obedient at all: "I don't want it, you won't let me eat grapes, I want to move."

Hearing this, Jing Shuo was very angry, and dared to feel that he was not as attractive as grapes, so he put the grapes in his hand and said, "Then eat it."

As he said that, he planned to get up and leave.

However, being hooked by Chen Jiashu, he threw the grape aside in disgust, and said angrily, "I don't want to eat this grape."

Only now did Jing Shuo understand the meaning of this sentence a little bit, his face turned blushing, and he buried himself on the side of his neck and cursed: "You are so perverted."

"To eat."

Jing Shuo: "No."

"want."

Jing Shuo stopped talking, and just kept his head in his head. He was really curious, how did Chen Jiashu manage to make such obscene requests in such an innocent voice, and still hold his ass with both hands. touched.

Nothing compares.

Because of his posture leaning on Chen Jiashu's shoulders, the nightgown loosely drooped down both shoulders.

So Chen Jiashu, who hadn't heard a response, sent a tentative signal and kissed him on the shoulder.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the warm kiss moved to his neck, probing inch by inch.

It was already late at night, and the only sound in the room was the sound from the TV and occasional pecking and kissing.

Jing Shuo leaned lazily on his shoulder, letting his nightgown hang loose, exposing his slightly thin shoulders and neck and clear collarbone.

Chen Jiashu picked up a grape with one hand: "If you eat grapes, you eat too."

When it comes to feeding Jing Shuo's ruddy lips.

Jing Shuo opened his mouth lazily, and Chen Jiashu pushed the grapes into his lips.

With one hand hanging down weakly, the other inserted into Chen Jiashu's hair, passed through, and grabbed the hair at the back of his head.

Accompanied by Jing Shuo, he took a bite of the grape in his mouth, and the juice overflowed and filled his mouth.

The sound of smacking water sounded, mixed into the background sound of the TV.

The fragrant and soft grapes are overflowing with juice and taste great.

After eating one, come another one. The flesh of each fruit is extremely sweet, so one cannot favor one over another.

Jing Shuo slightly squinted his eyes and raised his head, with moist lips, he swallowed the bitten grape in one gulp.

Not long after, a feeling of dizziness came over, and by the time he realized it, Jing Shuo had already lay flat on the sofa.

While the belt was loose, Chen Jiashu picked up half a pot of grapes and poured them on him.

Jing Shuo: "...what are you going to do?"

"Eat grapes."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and began to enjoy the grapes. The fruit plate containing the grapes was white and tender, and if he picked one up lightly, a little juice would be left on it, and then he greedily stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick off the juice.

It is a good habit to cherish every drop of food.

After eating the grapes, the kisses stained with grape juice gently fell to the lips and ears, and the owner of the kisses shouted one after another: "Jing Shuo, Jing Shuo..."

The name seemed to have magical power when he pronounced it from his mouth, which brought Jing Shuo an unparalleled sense of uniqueness.

Especially when the other party kissed and yelled once in a coquettish tone, he felt that even his own name was so unique.

Jing Shuo licked his lips, looked at the ceiling, his eyes were slack, a little out of focus: "You will forget it tomorrow."

The kisses fell on Jing Shuo's forehead, cheeks, and every inch that could fall. Chen Jiashu wrapped his arms around his waist, fiddled with his pajamas reluctantly and seemed annoyed.

Until the gentle kiss fell on the ear, this extraordinarily pleasant voice seemed to plant a love gu in his heart: "I like you, I like you so much..."

Jing Shuo's eyelashes trembled slightly, the arm on his wrist was raised to cover his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You can do whatever you want."

Without hindrance, Chen Jiashu's actions began to be unreasonable, even the kiss on the lips was an aggressive attack, trying to take all the oxygen in his mouth forcefully.

Jing Shuo couldn't help whimpering, and amidst the other party's arrogance, he suddenly stretched his hips and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Jiashu muttered inarticulately: "Zuo..."

The voice was very low, almost inaudible, as if he was studying something seriously.

The buttocks tensed again, Jing Shuo slapped Chen Jiashu's arm, and couldn't help cursing: "Why are you poking my tailbone like hell, it hurts like hell!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-2221:24:38~2021-08-2319:30:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Wu Xian 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Pipishi; 3 bottles of Xinzai Ai Suolong; 2 bottles of Taro Bobo; 1 bottle of Yuni Bobo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!