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

This small room smelled like the two of them, smelling the smell of He Jiao's body, Lan Qing felt very comfortable, as if all the tiredness was slowly dissipating.

The unhappiness in my heart was gradually suppressed by his smell.

If it wasn't for him, he still wouldn't know that looking at his glamorous self, it turned out that his heart was so incomplete.

What made him very unhappy was that despite working so hard, he couldn't even get the simplest things.

He Jiao knew that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't say too much, rolled on the bed with him, hugged him tightly, he locked his waist with his feet, put his arms around his head, and pressed his face to himself mind.

Touching the back of his head, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he said dotingly: "My wife is good, my husband will always love you."

Lan Qing, who was still a little melancholy at first, breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him from his arms with a smile.

He struggled to get his head out of his arms, rubbed up, slept higher than him, and hugged him in his arms.

He Jiao, the husband, deserves three seconds.

After changing hands, Lan Qing hugged her in her arms.

He Jiao pouted, "Why are you unconvinced? Am I not your husband?"

"Yeah, you are my husband." Lan Qing's mouth was full of pampering, thinking, it doesn't matter without that family, without that love, as long as there is this person in front of him.

After all, this share only belongs to him, and completely belongs to his feelings, so no one else will take it for granted.

The love of parents will be shared by brothers and sisters instead, but the love of the two of them is only shared by them, there will be no third person, they will not have children, so there will be no third person at all Come share, he wants this total affection.

"Then come quickly into my arms." He Jiao was not convinced, moved up a little, and hugged his head.

Lan Qing smiled and clasped his waist, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He Jiao looked down at him, and asked in a low voice: "How is it? Husband's heart, don't you feel particularly safe?"

"En." Lan Qing responded softly, pressing her face against his chest.

The hand around his waist slowly reached in from under the hem of his clothes.

He likes to touch him and doesn't want to be separated by a layer of fabric.

The palm of his hand directly touched his skin, feeling the temperature from his body, he really felt that this living person belonged to him.

He never thought that he would be healed by such a person one day.

He used to think self-righteously that he wouldn't need anyone to heal, he was powerful enough to heal and guide everyone.

It never occurred to him that it was himself who needed healing and guidance the most.

He Jiao doesn't have as much thought as he does. He has lived abroad for a long time, and his way of thinking is relatively direct and simple. He can say what he has and do what he thinks. He is enthusiastic and unrestrained, direct and straightforward.

So while Lan Qing was still immersed in this sweet healing embrace, He Jiao was already rubbed by the hand on his back so that he could not dream.

He Jiao was thinking, why is this hand so honest?Are you planning to go down?

"Wife—" He Jiao screamed loudly, arched his back, and said as a reminder, "I don't have any meat on my waist, and it doesn't feel good to the touch. Go down."

Before Lan Qing could react, the hand on his back slipped.

He didn't react until he touched the waist of his trousers. He looked up at his face that was already stained with lust.

Just about to ask him, do you want it?

But before the words came out, He Jiao lowered his head to keep his mouth busy.

Little foreigners don't want to ask so many questions!

People want to come directly!

After asking implicitly, he has already done it!

When they were in the dormitory, their beds were only 1 meters, and there was not much space for two people to roll around.

It's different now, this is a 1m bed.

There is still a lot of room for the two of them to roll up, and they can't be too comfortable.

The main thing is that the beds in the dormitory are still hard boards, at least Simmons here.

Whether kneeling or lying down, the knees will not hurt.

"I like you so much..." He Jiao exclaimed in Lan Qing's ear full of excitement, "Why are you so nice? You make me so dreamy?"

"Where did you learn love words?" Lan Qing asked.

"Hey, isn't it nice to hear?"

Looking at He Jiao's somewhat smug face, Lan Qing didn't pour cold water on him, "Not bad."

But for Xueba, he still felt that such a situation was a bit superficial.

But it suits his simple and rough style.

The clothes on the two were thrown to the ground not long after.

He Jiao's shoulders are very flat, and his muscles are underdeveloped, extending from the collarbone to the shoulders, the shoulders have an obvious right-angle curvature, the snow-white skin wraps the joint bones of the shoulders, and the curvature makes Lan Qing feel very sexy.

He couldn't help rubbing his lips all the way along his collarbone to his shoulder.

On his shoulder, a tooth mark was lightly left.

"Brother Lan Qing...you are such a tormenting little fairy..."

"You are the one who tortures me every day. One day, I will be tortured to death by you."

"Then do you want to?"

"I am willing."

He Jiao looked at the ceiling with a grin, this life is so happy, I really hope that every day is like this, they can have fun and have fun——

"Where did you put Okamoto?"

The critical moment was missing.

Impatient, He Jiao pulled the hand that was still looking for a condom, "If you don't have one, then don't use it!"

"I remember there were."

But I just don't know where to put it. They just moved here and there are still some things that haven't been displayed yet.

"At this time, don't be disappointed."

He Jiao's worried face turned yellow.

Pulled his arm roughly and knocked him down.

He smirked and stretched his legs.

"Honey, you can't run away at a time like this, my husband needs you...huh?"

He Jiao grabbed his hand and pressed his hand behind her, as if he was supporting her.

Lan Qing glanced down, he also needed him very much.

He Jiao sat down slowly.

The two have already got along very well, so they both know where the other's strengths lie.

Lan Qing looked at the aloof He Jiao, both of them were holding each other with their fingers interlocked.

"I love you." Lan Qing almost blurted out without thinking.

"I love you too." He Jiao looked down at him with a smile, and he became even more fierce up and down.

Lan Qing looked at the beating little He Jiao, and held him with one free hand.

The arrest at that moment almost sent He Jiao to heaven.

"Brother Lan Qing...call me husband, and I will give you all the little tadpoles."

"Husband." Lan Qing cooperated quite well, trying to meet all the needs of her lover.

Lan Qing only felt that she was shouting in an ordinary way.

But listening to He Jiao, his panting and deep voice was like screaming out his soul.

How did it drive him so crazy?

I really want to continue forever, don't stop in this life, and endure without physical strength.

Lan Qing noticed that his speed was getting slower and slower, so he knew that this guy was about to lie down.