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His eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes trembled like a butterfly with wet wings, his lust had not faded, and he added a bit of purity.Sang Qing admired it for a long time before scratching the tip of his delicate little nose with his hook finger.

Tang Yuan, who reacted, was almost dying of shame and indignation.

Men are born with a desire to compare themselves, and Tang Yuan's self-esteem was frustrated, and his whole body became listless.

"What's the matter Tang Yuan?" When Sang Qing saw his blushing little face, he felt a little uneasy, his tone was extremely gentle, and he patted the back of his head lightly.

Tang Yuan felt that it was necessary to make amends for himself, and Mosquito hummed and said, "This time, this time doesn't count, I'm too nervous...it won't be so fast in the future..."

Well, he was overthinking. Not only did Tang Yuan not hate it, but he was thinking about the next time. If he had known, he would bully him for a while.

But coming to Japan is long.

Sang Qingshi didn't know that she had such a bad taste.

"Hurry up? I think it's okay, it's normal." He couldn't help but comfort Tang Yuan calmly.

Tang Yuan was dubious, blinking his eyes, "Really?"

"Well, it's normal, there are... seven or eight minutes." It should be enough.

Tang Yuan never seemed to doubt Sang Qingshi's words, "I thought it was only 2 minutes."

Sang Qingshi opened his mouth and said, "Happy time always seems short."

"But why did you take so long?" Tang Yuan unbuttoned Sang Qingshi's shirt again, and asked with a flat mouth.

"I'm older than you, of course I'm older than you." Sang Qing's expression was normal, but he was almost out of control.

Fortunately, Tang Yuan just said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions, otherwise Sang Qingshi really had nothing to say.

"Your clothes are dirty." Tang Yuan reminded in a low voice.Sang Qingshi's shirt was in a mess, the shoulders were full of folds from his own hands, and there was a conspicuous wet spot on his chest.

"Then take it off." Sang Qing said indifferently, any of the brands he usually wears can send a set of clothes over.

"I'll wash it for you and dry it with a hair dryer. You can change it when you get home." Tang Yuan thought for a while, and lent him the clothes he could wear when he didn't have Sang Qing.

Sang Qingshi did not refuse, "Yes."

Tang Yuan quickly put on his clothes, grabbed Sang Qingshi's shirt, opened the door and slipped into the bathroom, inhaled wildly in front of the mirror, his face was almost burning, fanned it with his hands for a while and then rinsed it with cold water.

God, he did that kind of thing with Mr. Sang, so now it's that kind of relationship.

Just thinking about it makes me happy, um, so happy.