That 1 his waist protruded

After all, Ayu was still young, and he hadn't cultivated the thick skin of the city wall, so he closed the door of the bathroom in front of Zhang Qiushu.

The bottles of shower gel and shampoo are placed on the windowsill, and the window is covered with frosted paper and sealed, and the other side faces the kitchen.Zhang Qiushu went to the kitchen in a strange manner, and looked at the lighted bathroom in the dark. The old iron window frame was a little chipped, and a silhouette-like figure was reflected on the window.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling guilty.He behaved naturally and frankly, he didn't do anything to seduce, he didn't look like a goblin at all, but he acted like an idiot.

Zhang Qiushu spurned himself for a while, went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed to wait for Ayu.

Soon, Ayu came out wiping his hair, asked Zhang Qiushu if he wanted to take a bath, and then said, "You may not be used to it."

Zhang Qiushu: "...I'm not that delicate."

"So are you washing or not?"

"wash."

After closing the bathroom door, Zhang Qiushu immediately regretted it.

Even if he left his home and came out to live by himself, he had never lived in such a place.There are ten households on one floor, the corridors are narrow, the living area is small, and there is no storage room.There are some sundries piled up in the corridor, which makes it a bit bumpy to pass through the corridor.

It was obviously the same city, but he didn't expect such a place to exist.

Zhang Qiushu took off his clothes and hung them on a high clothesline, turned on the faucet, and hot water flowed down.He subconsciously wanted to adjust the water temperature, only to realize that there was no such function.

After taking a shower, Zhang Qiushu hesitated and put his clothes back on.

Ayu was lying on the bed reading a book with the small desk lamp on, and only looked back when he heard Zhang Qiushu come out.

Zhang Qiushu asked: "What are you looking at?" He leaned over and took a look, only to find that it was an anatomical atlas.

Ayu explained: "I am a medical student, and I always have to review my homework."

The atmosphere was not like the prelude to going to bed, and the two were relatively silent.After three seconds, Ayu burst out laughing, closed the book and put it on the window sill, and hooked his fingers at Zhang Qiushu.

Zhang Qiushu: "Grease?"

Ayu raised his chin, "There is olive oil in the kitchen."

Zhang Qiushu was stunned for the first time when he encountered this style of painting.

Ayu: "If you don't like olive oil, starch solution can also be substituted."

Zhang Qiushu was silent.Is this the painting style of a kitchen expert, or the painting style of a medical staff?

Ayu clicked his mouth, "How about the mucus when you peeled the yam?"

Zhang Qiushu didn't dare to think about this kind of thought, he quickly replied: "Olive oil."

Ayu nodded with a smile.

A person's private bad taste may only be aroused under certain special circumstances.Just like Ayu who brought Zhang Qiushu home.

Ayu acted very relaxed, and became nervous when he made a real move.Zhang Qiushu gently rubbed his buttocks, "Relax."

Ayu lay on the bed and groaned for a long time, quibbling: "This is the instinct of the spinal cord reflex!"

Zhang Qiushu smiled, "As far as I know, this can be controlled consciously."

Open, shy, and nervous, this feeling made Zhang Qiushu think: "Is this your first time?"

Ayu turned his head, but he couldn't actually see what was behind him, but he still turned his head and protested: "Isn't it true that virgins are at the bottom of the chain of contempt?"

Zhang Qiushu laughed, "No." He was more than happy to teach him a compatible bed partner.

From the front, there is a big man, watching the sensual thing slap on the belly of two people with his own movements, spitting out a little transparent liquid from the top, watching the painful and intoxicated expression of the person in his arms , looking at himself with blurred eyes, this kind of satisfaction is indescribable.

Zhang Qiushu felt that there were thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say a single word, only let out a contented sigh.

Fortunately, Ayu is not the one who still wants to say something at this time. In the silence, the gasps are intertwined, and there is a feeling of echoing each other.

Zhang Qiushu looked at the person in his arms.He is young, but he is not the green onion tenderness of eighteen or nineteen.This is obviously a big boy in his 20s, but he has a jerk that usually doesn't belong to this age.

Ayu frowned slightly, his eyes blurred.Slightly painful, but very swollen, and the tingling and numb feeling went straight to the top of the head.He pinched Zhang Qiushu's shoulder, and Zhang Qiushu was encouraged to work harder.

Thinking that Ayu might not be able to stand the second round the first time, Zhang Qiushu was not willing to stick to this position until he ejaculated.

Ayu was lying on his side, Zhang Qiushu raised one leg, and thrust him rhythmically from behind.The ears are teased by the tip of the tongue, and sucked between the lips.His body was flushed, and he repeatedly grabbed the bed sheet and sent it away.

Zhang Qiushu regained his flirting mood, and teased him softly in his ear: "Are you still comfortable?"

Ayu gave him a sideways look, regardless of whether he could see it or not. "It's okay." His voice was a little hoarse, a little impatient, and even a little weak.

Zhang Qiushu laughed, "Then I should try harder?"

Ayu asked, "What's your name?"

"Don't you know my name is Berg?"

"I'm asking about your name...forget it." He suddenly remembered that this person probably treated his circle name and his real name as the same, or maybe he wanted to distinguish the two and distinguish the two identities.

Zhang Qiushu planted a kiss on his neck, "The name doesn't sound good, so I don't want to tell people about it."

Zhang Qiushu thought "Don't you also use a nickname", and Ayu thought "I will know sooner or later if you don't tell me", and this matter just passed.

Ayu picked up the cigarette case from the bed, took out a cigarette and lighter from the case, lit it with a click, lit it up, and took a deep breath.

Zhang Qiushu sat up and watched Ayu half-lying on the bed and smoking a cigarette afterward. If it weren't for the tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, Zhang Qiushu would have suspected who had fucked whom.

Zhang Qiushu couldn't smell the smoke, but he didn't make a sound to stop it.Ayu took two puffs, and Zhang Qiushu coughed.

Ayu pressed the cigarette on the window sill to extinguish it, and asked Zhang Qiushu, "The respiratory system is not good?"

Zhang Qiushu: "..." This wording is a bit special.

Ayu: "Then I won't smoke in front of you."

Zhang Qiushu: "Smoking is harmful to health."

Ayu smiled, "It's on the cigarette package, is it something I've never heard of?"

"But you look handsome smoking a cigarette."

"This is really the first time I've heard someone say it." Ayu patted Zhang Qiushu's head.

Zhang Qiushu: I always feel that something is wrong.

Ayu asked: "Is there a next time?"

"what?"

"I mean, make love to you."

Zhang Qiushu was a little proud, feeling that he was fascinated by this big boy.Who knew that Ayu's next words would be: "I think I have learned it. Next time, I want to try it myself."

Zhang Qiushu: What kind of Ren Du's second channel did this guy suddenly get through!