Long Island High School

When Song Jing woke up the next day, he was in He Wenzhou's arms.The two had squeezed into the same bed, hugged close to each other, their legs intertwined.It was only six o'clock, and the birds outside began to chirp. The morning dew was slightly heavy, and the bed was very warm.He moved his legs shyly, and the events of last night flooded up.He didn't expect to do that again. He Wenzhou didn't tell him, and he didn't know. He spent the night in fright, his eyes were swollen from crying.He cried in front of him again, so fragile that he returned to the original, so embarrassing.Not only was he ashamed of being frightened, but he was also ashamed of being ignorant.Why didn't he think that watching a few more movies would really embarrass him last night...

Now my whole body hurts, my body feels like it has been crushed, and my back.He thought for a while, bit his lip and remembered, He Wenzhou put an arm on him, and opened his eyes in a daze: "Are you awake?"

Song Jing was taken aback: "Yes."

"Sleep again, it's so early..."

His head hung down again, buried in his neck to breathe, one hand wrapped around him not to let him go, dawdling to be intimate with him.

"He Wenzhou..."

Song Jing was ashamed and embarrassed, and couldn't bear his exertion.

"Also call me He Wenzhou."

He grumbled and grumbled.

"What's that called?"

Song Jing looked at him suspiciously.

He Wenzhou kissed his earlobe: "Call me husband."

Song Jing sat up abruptly, pulling at the wound with his movements, frowning in pain.

"Don't fool around."

He Wenzhou was very serious: "Didn't we just get married yesterday?"

"Ok?"

"You don't sleep until you're married, don't you?"

He Wenzhou looked at him innocently and innocently, Song Jing endured it, his face flushed, and he said, "Don't mess around."

He Wenzhou knew that he was shy, so he leaned gently on his shoulder: "I'm married to you anyway, so don't try to dump me."

He hugged his waist, kissed his chin, and then caught his lips under Song Jing's dodging eyes, and kissed him a passionate good morning kiss.

He Wenzhou pressed him and rolled back into the bed.The two kissed for a while, and He Wenzhou forced him to come again in the morning.The two of them tossed and tossed in the quilt with a fishy smell, and Song Jing, who loves cleanliness, also lay in his arms sweating profusely.He Wenzhou kissed him on the lips, and hugged him back to sleep.

Song Jing hazily fell into a vortex of lust, the two slept together for a while, and when they woke up, they stroked each other, and became agitated easily.Song Jing's whole body was sore, and his back hurt even more. Naturally, his hands were tired.As well as the body, He Wenzhou has used every conceivable place, which has been absurd all morning.

Until Song Jing felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore, his waist was so sore that he couldn't stand up, and his hands were too tired to lift up.Struggling to take a shower, got dressed and sat on the sofa, staying quietly.

He Wenzhou slept until noon before getting up from the curtain.He wasn't afraid of the cold, he didn't wear anything, sat naked for a while, and smiled blankly at Song Jing.Song Jing ignored him, flipped through a novel by Shen Congwen, and took it off the shelf.

He Wenzhou was dazed enough, so he picked up a pair of underwear and put them on, and went to take a bath naked again.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he sat beside Song Jing.

"are you hungry?"

Song Jing shook his head.

"Shall I go get something to eat in the house?"

Song Jing didn't agree either.

He Wenzhou put his arms around his waist and pulled out his book: "What's wrong?"

Song Jing gave him a sidelong glance, and moved his buttocks, feeling uncomfortable no matter what.

"fine."

"Is it still hurting?"

Song Jing said angrily, "You still know."

He Wenzhou scratched his head, extremely nervous.

"I'm going to buy medicine."

Song Jing was too embarrassed to speak: "Buy some ointment..."

"I know."

He Wenzhou put on his coat and ran out.

He bought a lot of medicine outside, and packed his food back.Song Jing waited for him to come back, and went to the bathroom by himself. He Wenzhou wanted to see if he died, but Song Jing didn't allow him to enter, and locked the door inside.

He Wenzhou had no choice but to put the food on the plate first and wait at the dining table. Song Jing opened the door, his face turning pale.He Wenzhou hurried over to help him: "How is it?"

"better."

"I bought porridge, and I'll feed you."

The two sat on the sofa sweetly, and He Wenzhou put a pillow for him, and moved the food to the small tea table.He Wenzhou took a bowl of porridge and fed it into his mouth mouthful.

"Is it cool?"

"It's not cold."

He Wenzhou took a sip, and it was still warm when he carried it all the way back, so he fed him another sip.

Song Jing opened his mouth to eat.

He had never been so squeamish, and he was fed porridge by his boyfriend.He Wenzhou loves and hurts him, and he is still very happy.She also acted coquettishly, He Wenzhou fed him a bite, and he only took a bite.

After eating more than half a bowl of porridge, Song Jing was so shameless that he stopped eating.

He Wenzhou coaxed him to eat some pork ribs and rice again. He took out the bones, mixed the meat and rice together, and the aroma was tangy, coaxing him: "Take another bite, this ribs are stewed very well, we can't eat fish Oh, this one doesn't have chili."

Song Jing had no choice but to eat that meal again.

"what do you think?"

Song Jing lazily said, "It's still uncomfortable."

He Wenzhou sat over, put his arms around his waist and kneaded slowly behind him.Song Jing leaned in his arms, and his legs curled up. He Wenzhou hugged him, feeling that Song Jing was unusually clingy, very fresh and sweet.

"when are we leaving?"

He Wenzhou helped him rub his waist, kissed and comforted him: "It was supposed to be tonight, so why don't you stay for another night and leave tomorrow."

Song Jing frowned: "Let's go tonight."

He was a little apprehensive at the thought of taking an overnight train.

"Leave tomorrow, take the fastest car in the morning and arrive at noon. I'll ask someone to book a soft sleeper."

He called immediately, and he didn't know what method he used, and he really bought a soft sleeper.

The room also lasted a day.

Song Jing relaxed physically and mentally, lying softly in his arms and dozing off.

I didn't do anything in the afternoon, just read novels in the room.

He Wenzhou accompanied him and helped him relieve his back pain.Song Jing was tired of reading, so He Wenzhou hugged him and read to him.The sound of reading slowly, the sun is shining outside, the autumn air is crisp, and a space that is indifferent to the world is isolated, Song Jing is drowsy.

He Wenzhou hugged him to the bed, and there were many memories on the bed. He Wenzhou endured that he didn't think about anything, but just took a nap with him.

The two had a sweet day.

In the evening, I ate outside and took a small walk for a while.He Wenzhou didn't dare to make trouble with him when he went back, so he slept well and rushed home the next day.

Even if it was a soft sleeper, Song Jing didn't do well when getting out of the car.

He Wenzhou called a car to take him back. They have evening self-study at night, and they can meet at school.He Wenzhou went to buy lean meat porridge again, and fed him bite by bite in a corner where no one else could see.

"Is it still difficult?"

Song Jing nodded: "I'm so tired."

He blurted out, not knowing that he was acting like a baby.He Wenzhou felt very distressed: "It's all my fault, I must be gentle next time."

"Is there a next time?"

He Wenzhou said: "Wait until you get better."

Song Jing shook his head: "I can't do that."

He Wenzhou was in a hurry: "I must not have done well the first time, give me a chance!"

Song Jing couldn't help laughing: "We'll wait until your grades improve by twenty."

"Twenty?! No, no, no..."

Song Jing looked at him with a smile, and said firmly, "Twenty, otherwise there is no need to mention it."

"Ah... baby, brother!"