On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

Outside the door, Jiang Xuan was very angry, slapped the door vigorously and shouted: "Second Brother! Why are you grabbing Brother Chengfeng and going in! I still want to learn the guitar!"

Jiang Mo seemed to think she was annoying, so he kicked the door hard, really hard, and made a loud "bang", not only was Jiang Xuan outside the door frightened, but all of a sudden there was no sound, even An Chengfeng was also startled and looked up at him in panic.

Jiang Mo's eyes became deep, like a whirlpool, able to suck people's souls into it.

Neither of them moved, they looked at each other silently, without saying a word.

"why."

"?" An Chengfeng didn't understand, and blinked his eyes in bewilderment, "Jiang Mo, what... are you talking about?"

"Is it fun to pretend to be a girl and lie to me?"

"........."

"Seeing me worried and sad for you, you are very proud, right?"

An Chengfeng didn't realize it all at once, and after he realized what Jiang Mo said, he shook his head in panic and explained: "No! That's not the case! I...I like you so much! No, no, I...I've liked you since a long time ago...it's not Jiang Mo, listen to me..."

He didn't know what he explained in a panic, he only knew that Jiang Mo seemed to have misunderstood, if he didn't explain clearly, he felt sorry not only for himself, but also for Jiang Mo.

But he said a lot of nonsense, Jiang Mo looked at his chattering little mouth, his eyes darkened, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed it heavily, holding An Chengfeng's lips, sucking hard.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his lips, and An Chengfeng was caught off guard by the stimulation. Physical tears filled his eyes, and his eyes were wet, like a frightened deer.

"Jiang...Jiang Mo um...um..."

Such a strange Jiang Mo made An Chengfeng feel scared. He shook his head from side to side and struggled to breathe. He wanted Jiang Mo to stop, but Jiang Mo controlled the back of his head and was forced to accept this too sudden kiss. .

Jiang Mo's kisses and people were too strong, occupying every inch of him step by step, his tongue pressed against his throat, and he couldn't breathe.

Kissing, Jiang Mo moved down, licked his cheeks, and sucked his white neck, leaving a string of red marks, and finally bit down on his collarbone, biting hard, leaving teeth print.

An Chengfeng groaned in pain and almost cried.

His whole body was limp, his legs didn't exert any strength at all, and he was barely able to maintain a standing posture with Jiang Mo's arms.

Jiang Mo seemed to be addicted to kissing, and covered his lips again, squinting his eyes slightly to see his bewildered little face, which was pink and really cute.

Finally, when he was about to suffocate, Jiang Mo let go of him, gasped slightly against his forehead, and the exhaled air hit his face, making him feel ashamed, wishing he could find a quilt and wrap himself tightly.

His lips are still slightly tingling, they should be swollen, and there are crystal water marks on his lips, which look moist and moist,

An Chengfeng was in a trance, his three souls and seven souls were still wandering, but he saw a trace of wetness dripping from the corner of Jiang Mo's mouth, which gave him a three-point pornographic taste.

"Look at what."

Jiang Mo's voice that sounded like a smile was not a smile, and An Chengfeng suddenly came back to his senses. He was about to push the person away. Holding An Chengfeng's hands directly wrapped around his waist, tightly bound, just not letting him move a bit.

"do not move."

"Tsk, don't move."

An Chengfeng didn't feel anything at first, he wriggled restlessly, and after a while...he stopped...

The waist and abdomen were poked by something, it was hard... and it was hot...

He froze instantly and blushed.

Now Jiang Mo felt it was funny, chuckled, leaned into his ear and sighed: "I said don't move, let me hug for a while."

"........."

"That...Jiang Mo, I...I'm a man..."

Although saying such things at this time would be too disruptive to the atmosphere, and it might make Jiang strange angry, but An Chengfeng couldn't help but remind him.

Shouldn't Jiang Mo hate him?Shouldn't you hate him and disgust him?

Why did you pull him in here, why did you kiss him, why did you... get an erection on him...

"I know." Jiang Mo replied calmly, with a soft sigh, "An An...can I still call you An An?"

"...Yes..." An Chengfeng didn't know what he was going to do, so he replied in a daze.

What Jiang Mo said next was like thunder from a drought, shaking An Chengfeng to the point where he was completely confused.

He said, "Forget it, I'll call you Cheng Feng."

He said: "I think... I like you, not because you are An An, but because you happen to be the one I like."

He said, "Can you accept me one more time?"

"???"

"?!?!?!"

An Chengfeng seemed to be frightened, staring at Jiang Mo with his big eyes motionless.

Is there something wrong with his ears?

Is there an auditory hallucination? !

What did Jiang Mo say just now, that he likes him? !

This feeling is like encountering a pie falling from the sky, and An Chengfeng is the lucky one who was hit by the pie, and was hit in the head, so he was dizzy Yes, fluttering.

He stammered, and asked excitedly with his lips shaking: "Jiang... Jiang Mo, you... can you... say it again..."

"Hehe." Jiang Mo felt less nervous now, hugged his head with both hands, kissed his pen tip forcefully, and said in a low voice, "I'll only say these words once, listen carefully, I like you, and I like you as a person, not just because you are An An, so even if you are a man, I, Jiang Mo... If I like you, I like it."

"But...but don't you like girls..."

"Yeah." There was a slight smile on the corner of Jiang Mo's mouth, "So if you bend me, you have to be responsible for me for the rest of your life, you know?"

"……what?"

Break... break the bend?

bent...

bent? !

From the beginning to the end, An Chengfeng was capitalized with the word "mudden". He was shocked, delighted and excited at the same time, almost splitting his personality.

He held it in for a long time, but he didn't let out a fart. In the end, he could only feel guilty, and said in a guilty conscience: "Yes...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean it."

"Whether you did it on purpose or not, you have to be responsible to me, and I'm relying on you."

Hearing Jiang Mo's slightly playful words, An Chengfeng's eyes were sour, his nose was sour, and he tightly grabbed the shirt around Jiang Mo's waist, speaking in a hoarse voice: "Responsible, I must be responsible!"