The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

"Why don't you talk?" He Jiao looked a little distracted when he saw that he was thinking about something.

"Huh? Huh!" Lan Qing answered absently.

He Jiao tilted his head and stretched out his hand to touch his head, and said with a cute face: "This little brain, little brain, what are you thinking about? I advise you to pass your thoughts through my brain within three seconds." Pass it to me!"

Lan tilted his eyes at him and grabbed the hand on his head. This time, the two of them just walked to the boys' dormitory. There was no one else downstairs in the boys' dormitory, so Lan Qing didn't let go of his hand.

The two went upstairs hand in hand.

The dormitory aunt just came out to throw out the trash, turned her head and saw the two of them going upstairs hand in hand, and sighed with a smile: "Brotherhood is beautiful when you are young——"

He Jiao and Lan Qing glanced at each other, and He Jiao suspected that Auntie Su Guan was knocking their CP too!

After chatting all the way back to the dormitory, Lan Qing thought that He Jiao had forgotten about his beating, and didn't want to take the initiative to bring it up. locked.

In the past, He Jiao didn't have the habit of closing and locking the door. Ever since he and Lan Qing had sex, it has become his habit to lock the door every day.

It's not that he's afraid of being watched, the main reason is that he's afraid of being disturbed. You know they are very excited, how disappointing is it to be disturbed?

"Let me see, are you injured?"

Lan Qing was directly pushed against the door by the rude He Jiao, and before he had time to say anything, He Jiao lifted up his clothes.

Seeing that his 8-pack abs were neat and without any scars, He Jiao touched his 8-pack admiringly.

Lan Qing looked at his salty pig's hand, was he sure he was worried that he would be injured?

He Jiao rubbed back and forth on his 8-pack abs.

Lan Qing was heated up by his rubbing.

He took a deep breath and pushed his hands up quickly as he tried to grab his wrist.

"Wow!" He Jiao smiled lecherously.

"Brother Lan Qing's chest muscles are so big! I can't even grasp them."

"You womanizer!" Lan Qing grabbed his hand and pushed him to the side of the bed, directly pushing him down.

He Jiao laughed hahaha, not conscious of being pushed down at all, the pushed down person should have called you to say no, but he grabbed Lan Qing's clothes and tore them with great enthusiasm.

"Blow, blow, my pride and indulgence...how can he be more ruthless, my heart is more wavering... blow, blow, my pride and indulgence... blow, blow, blow until hey, my pure garden——"

He Jiao changed the lyrics on the spot and sang every sentence. Although the voice was nice, it was always out of tune.

This originally very emotional moment was suddenly made extremely ridiculous by him.

Lan Qing was so distracted by him that he couldn't take it seriously, so she burst out laughing and lay on his body and hugged him, her shoulders trembling from laughing.

He Jiao asked with a smile, "Why? Did you finish before you started?"

Lan Qing laughed enough before stopping, and sighed deeply, he found out today, with He Jiao, an optimist, there is no way to fall into a low mood when he is with him. Gotta be a little sandy...

Suddenly understood that sentence, the sand sculpture is much more joyful.

Lan Qing touched his face and squeezed his soft white cheek.

The skin on his body can really relieve pressure when touched.

The face is soft, the limbs are slender and slender, although the muscles are not developed, but the muscle lines are there, maybe it is related to genes, his flesh is very strong, feels firm and elastic.

And his skin seems to be more delicate than his own, anyway, touching him feels much better than touching yourself.

He Jiao felt that his face was almost swollen from being pinched by him.

He grabbed his hand and pushed down.

"Touch another place."

The corners of Lan Qing's mouth immediately turned up, he felt that every minute and every second he was with him, the adrenaline was going up.

He Jiao pulled back his clothes, only then did he see a bruise two fingers wide on his arm, he touched it, "Does it hurt? Do you still have the medicinal wine you bought last time?"

Lan Qing glanced at it and said indifferently: "Don't worry, it will be fine in two days."

"What did you use to beat it? It's so thick?"

"Our family's family law, rattan whip, do you have any family law?"

The two of them chatted in a serious manner, but Lan Qing's hands were very serious.

At the moment he is touching his little husband.

Watching the little head gradually grow, and soon, the big head protruded from between his thumb and index finger.

The pink is tender and cute.

He Jiao took a deep breath, he didn't want to chat anymore!

"Have you ever been beaten by your parents before?" Lan Qing asked.

He Jiao looked at his elder brother Lan Qing, how could he chat so calmly at a time like this?

"It's not...whether you get beaten or not mainly depends on whether you have been beaten or not."

"What?" Lan Qing asked.

"Our family implements a policy of talking when you win. As long as you win, you don't have to apologize for your mistakes, but you don't have to apologize if you lose..."

"What happens if you lose?"

He Jiao frowned and asked, "You really want to... talk to me about this kind of thing... at this time?"

Lan Qing laughed at his self-control, where did he go?

He has already seen crystal drops of water emerging from the lovely big head.

"You're laughing at me, I won't play with you anymore." He Jiao tugged at his clothes.

Lan Qing let go of her hand and said deliberately: "You won't play with me anymore? Then I'm leaving."

He was anxious and sent himself up immediately.

"Play, play... come and play—"

Lan Qing climbed down funny.

The warmth of the mouth almost made He Jiao jump up.

"Good brother—"

Lan Qing has no time to talk anymore, his mouth is busy.

He Jiao happily raised his head, and rubbed the back of his head against the pillow. Why did he feel so numb?

The smell of body temperature filled Lan Qing's throat.

He Jiao let out a big breath.

"I am dead."

"Die so soon?" Lan Qing laughed.

"Yeah." He Jiao pulled him up, and asked softly, "Then do you know what to do now?"

Lan Qing thought for a while, then shook his head.

He Jiao smirked: "Resurrect me, revive me, I can still—"

Lan Qing followed him and laughed.

He asked knowingly, "How to resurrect?"

"I'll teach you." He Jiao said turning over and sitting in the chair——

Lan Qing turned into a good baby and watched him receive lessons in person.

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Not long after, He Jiao discovered something miraculous.

He was about to apply medicinal wine to Lan Qing, only to find that the bruise on his arm had disappeared.

"Could it be... the blood circulation was so good just now that the bruises disappeared?" He Jiao suddenly felt that he still had this healing effect.

"Then next time you don't need medicinal wine for the bruise, save money." Lan Qing took a look, and the bruise was really gone.

It's just that there are still a little shallow marks, which can't be seen unless you look carefully.

Xin stopped at the door and knocked.

"What bruise medicine is so good? Use it for me, I hit the corner of the table."

"No." Lan Qing refused.

"He Jiao?" Xin Ting felt that Lan Qing was too petty, but He Jiao replied with a smile.

"The side effects will kill you!"