Xia Lang

Li tried his best to step back a bit, as it should be taken for granted, "Don't you like having physical contact with others?"

He lowered his head slightly to talk with the person in his arms, his strong back arched outwards, but his neck was so soft that it turned inward towards him.

Turning your back outward is to protect him, and turning your neck inward is to kiss him.

His body, unconsciously, is him from the inside out.

Song Linju was slightly taken aback, curling up his slender fingers, how did he know?

"Is it obvious?"

But no one had ever said it before, except him.

Originally, Li Zhaozhuo lowered his head just to talk to Song Linju more conveniently in the noisy crowd, but the fragrance from his neck made Li Zhaozhuo's neck softer and softer unconsciously, and his head lowered again and again, as if he was the only one who returned to this turbid world. place.

"No, but who told me to pay too much attention to Teacher Song." He smiled and his voice was deep and magnetic, with some helplessness, and he could vaguely see the sexy and mellow voice of his adult voice.

From Song Linju's perspective, he could see the slightly hooked lips and firm and sharp jaw of the person opposite him. The tremor in his chest when he spoke made his hand on the chest numb.

I don't know if he was afraid that he might not be able to hear, Li Zhaozhuo leaned close to his ear, the scorching breath penetrated into his ear as much as he spoke, like a fire burning from the outside to the inside.

Song Linju tilted his head a little uncomfortably, "...don't talk."

You are the one who is asking, and you are the one who is not allowed to speak.

Seeing the white jade-like auricles burning red in front of him, and the sunset gradually deepening, Li Zhaozhuo glanced at the changing night scene outside the window.

This is night, there is no sunlight to make your ears red.

The smile on Li Zhaozhuo's face was even bigger, "Mr. Song, are you... shy?"

This person looked stuffy and cold, but he didn't expect his face to be quite thin, so he just made fun of it, and his ears turned red.

Song Linju lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and ignored him.

Fearing that he would be really annoyed, Li Zhaozhuo didn't make any progress, but just looked at him from this angle with his lips curled up.

He seemed to dodge, tilted his head, and tried to distance himself from him with a cold face.

But while the head was far away, the fragile neck was exposed to him without any cover, as if it was sent to his hands, and it seemed to be fleeing in a hurry, regardless of the head and the tail.

Li Zhaozhuo chuckled softly, like a gust of wind that made Song Linju's eyelashes rustle.

The car was boring, and the night view outside the window was very dazzling, but this person was more interesting.

At the same time, a girl with braided eyes gleamed, quietly took out her mobile phone in the crowd, and took a photo in the direction of Li Zhaozhuo and the two.

earlobe kiss

The companion next to her suddenly gave her a hug, "The dog is sneaky, what are you shooting?"

"Damn it, people will be scared to death by you!" She almost threw away the phone in the girl's hand.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, what were you doing just now?" the companion said, poking his head to look at her mobile phone.

The girl pushed her big head away in disgust, and pointed in a direction, "Look at that."

"Fuck!?"

The girl quickly covered the mouth of her companion who was about to croak, and smiled awkwardly at those who looked over strangely because of the loud "Fuck!"

The girl lowered her voice, "What? Just look at it, what's it called, do you want an old face?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have an old face, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm dead." Even though she said that, she lowered her volume."

It's okay to be heard by others, but if it is heard by the parties not far away, it will be embarrassing to the point of digging your feet. This kind of thing is better to enclose yourself, and it is better not to rise to Allah.

"Hey hey hey, right?" The girl showed the same excited expression as her.

The bus drove unsteadily, shaking from time to time, like an old man with a cane.

Suddenly, an electric car crossed in front of him. The tired driver was startled and slammed on the brakes.

The passengers in the car moved forward suddenly due to inertia, you squeezed me and I squeezed you, and those who did not grasp the handrails almost flew out.

Before the girl companion could stand still, her eyes subconsciously glanced in a certain direction.

There is no way, those two teenagers are tall and straight, handsome, very attractive.

In order to prevent any strange noises, she covered her mouth this time.

After seeing the situation on their side, the girl companion's eyes widened, and the two words "short and sharp, broad and profound" completely flooded the screen in his mind.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She frantically poked the braided girl's waist, motioning her to go and see.

The girl who had just stood firm by grabbing the handrail glanced at her convulsive companion.

"Mao..." disease.

After seeing something, the word sick was completely stuck in the throat.

After the violent turbulence just now, the two people who were already close to each other got even closer, almost sticking together.

The taller boy firmly held the armrest beside him with one hand, and the shoulder of the boy opposite with the other, overlapping his limbs, as if he was completely wrapped in his arms.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the taller boy leaned close to the face of the cold little brother, as if he was kissing his ear!

If they simply kissed their ears, the two of them wouldn't go crazy like this. After all, they are also LSPs who have "read a thousand sails", and they haven't seen any big scenes.

The most amazing thing is the kind between the two of them, how should I put it, to use a new word she learned from surfing recently, it is called sexual tension.

It is the strong pulling feeling between abstinence and enthusiasm, a kind of contradictory beauty.

The tall boy has a masculine body, short stubble head, firm and sharp jaw, protruding blue veins on his hands, solid arms, and broad shoulders, all of which reflect his sense of masculine power. This is masculine sexiness and desire.

And the little brother Gao Leng seems to hide a thriving calm lake, his glasses shield the emotions in his eyes, his lips are tightly pursed, his surface is restrained, his face is indifferent and restrained, giving people a sense of distance that can be seen from a distance but not played with, it is abstinence.

One is indulging in aggression and temptation, while the other is restraining and holding back.

The tension between the two of them made the two girls howl, wishing they could turn into a head-butting squad right now.

In the eyes of the girls, the scene was beautiful and harmonious, but the two of them froze together.

Li Zhaozhuo was slightly taken aback by the cool and soft touch of his lips and the light floral fragrance filling his nose.

He seemed to hold a petal in his mouth, the fragile touch made him dare not move rashly, and his scorching breath went straight into Song Linju's ear.

The ears are sensitive at all, and under the double attack of hot flashes and burning breath, the voice in Song Linju's head can overwhelm the noise in the car, and his slender neck is folded like a gale blowing through a flower stem.

He pushed the mountainous Li Zhaozhuo, but instead of pushing, his steady heart beat against his palm.

Song Linju clenched his palms into fists, "Get up."

His voice was cold, but his speech was very small, as if he was afraid of bumping into him.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was in a daze, was awakened by him, ignored some strange eyes around him, straightened up calmly, with a frank appearance.

If you ignore his eyes staring straight at Song Linju's neck.

The neck is really white, like the first snow, if only something could be left on it.

leave something...

Realizing that his thoughts were not right, Li Zhaozhuo quickly looked away and coughed twice.

Grass!

What the hell is he thinking?And it was still facing a man with long hands and long feet.

Could it be that he has stayed in the crowd of men for too long?

It seems that I should look at girls more in the future, what's the point of keeping my eyes on a man who is as hard as he is.

The stuffy night wind blew in from the window, brushed over Song Linju's sweaty hair, and carried wisps of fragrance into the nostrils of Li Zhaozhuo who was silently looking out of the window.

He pretended not to ask, "What brand of laundry detergent do you use? It smells pretty good."

The smell on Song Linju's body always made him have the urge to smell it. He attributed it to the smell of laundry detergent.

He had remembered the body wash and shampoo as early as the first time Song Linju brought him home, bought it and tried it, it was quite fresh, but not that smell.

So he thought it might be the smell of laundry detergent.

It is precisely because of the bland taste that he can only be satisfied if he gets very close.But on a hot day, one of his elders always leans on another elder. What kind of shit is this? Go get a bottle of the same style.

Song Linju glanced at him strangely, and succinctly spit out a sign.

On such a hot day, he even played ball for a while. It would be nice if he smelled sweaty all over his body. Where did the smell come from?

Also, it seems like this is the second time he's asked this question.

The first time was after he took his clothes and smelled them.

"Did you buy it at the supermarket?"

"Ah."

After getting the answer, Li Zhaozhuo was satisfied and thought about buying it when he went back tonight.

When the bus arrived, they stood by the back door, and quickly got rid of the cluttered space.

Getting out of the car suddenly, they felt a rare coolness. Sure enough, no matter how hot it is outside, it is better than the sour smell in the car.

Li Zhaozhuo sent Song Linju downstairs to his house and waved his hands, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Song."

"See you tomorrow."

Song Linju was the first to turn around and leave, and walked up the stairs slowly as usual.

After entering his room, he threw his schoolbag on the floor, leaned his back against the door panel, stared at the void for a long time, his feet were numb, and only then did his fingers grab his collar and slowly reach the tip of his nose.

...how can there be any smell?

After taking a shower and finishing today's study tasks, Song Linju lay flat on the bed with his hands crossed on his abdomen, staring at the ceiling in the afterglow of the dim bedside lamp, thinking nothing, and the images on the bus automatically flooded into his mind.

The slightly sweaty aggression seemed to still be wrapped around him, diffused throughout the room illuminated by the light that resembled his eyes, everywhere.

His breath drills domineeringly