Bamboo horse is difficult to ride

Zheng Xin's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move no matter what, tears flowed all over his face.

Even though he was well aware of what happened to Zhou Mingdi and He Jiani, the impact of witnessing it with his own eyes was unimaginable before.

Zheng Xin just stood there, looking at the overlapping figures of men and women in the car with tears streaming down his face, his ears filled with the sound of disordered breathing.

His lips moved, and suddenly a big hand covered his mouth from behind.

Zheng Xin didn't make any response, and let the people behind him drag him away. It wasn't until he was stuffed into a taxi that Zheng Xin's consciousness slowly gathered.

The person sitting next to him is Lin Lang.

In fact, as early as when his mouth was covered, Zheng Xin could smell the faint smell of smoke between Lin Lang's fingers, and a special smell that he remembered deeply.

Lin Lang told the taxi driver an address, and the car drove steadily.

Silent all the way.

Zheng Xin's tears flowed silently, uncontrollably.

Lin Lang just sat beside him without saying a word, and took out a cigarette irritably, but when he was about to light it, the taxi driver refused, so he had to stuff the cigarette back heavily.

Zheng Xin didn't know where the car was parked, so he mechanically followed Lin Lang out of the car and entered another room.

Lin Lang closed the door and went out, and came back after some time.

When he came back, he was carrying two boxes of beer in his hand, and he fell to the ground as soon as he entered the room. Then he opened the cardboard box and pried out a can from it. The corner of his mouth dripped into his collar, he wiped it twice with the back of his hand, and drank again.

Zheng Xin finally regained his senses. He watched Lin Lang drink one can after another, and soon threw four or five cans on the ground.

There are too many feelings in this world that Zheng Xin has never experienced, such as falling out of love, such as being drunk.

I didn't feel that uncomfortable before, but after witnessing that scene just now, Zheng Xin had to admit that he had tasted the taste of broken love.

What about getting drunk?

Might as well give it a try.

Slowly sat next to Lin Lang, took out a can of beer from the cardboard box, pulled off the tab, took a sip, and the bitter taste filled his mouth.

Zheng Xin has never drank alcohol. He remembers that when he was a child, his father and Uncle Li would always cook a few good dishes and drink a few glasses of wine on weekends. Every time he watched them drink, his father would take a wine glass and laugh He said: "Come on, Xin Xin, have a drink, a man must learn to drink!"

Uncle Li hurried to grab the cup, and reprimanded softly with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "Xin Xin is still young, children can't drink, at least wait until he is 16 years old."

Now he is 15 years old, and he is still a year away from the 16-year-old that Uncle Li said, but why does he feel that the 15-year-old himself has experienced more complicated experiences than others, and has endured more pain than others?

"You look like a bitch even after drinking!" Lin Lang cursed aloud.

Holding a beer can, Zheng Xin turned to look at Lin Lang in a daze.

Lin Lang suddenly stretched out his hand, held Zheng Xin's neck with one hand, pressed the can with the other, and forcibly poured all the remaining beer into Zheng Xin's mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zheng Xin was choked up and coughed again and again, and the tears that had been withdrawn with great difficulty were choked out again.

"Fuck! You are fucking crying again!" Lin Lang threw away the can and cursed fiercely, a strong smell of alcohol came to his face.

"Slap!" A loud slap hit Zheng Xin's face without warning.

Zheng Xin woke up quite a bit in an instant, he subconsciously covered his cheeks, raised his eyes to look at Lin Lang, and met Lin Lang's red eyes.

"Lin, Lin Lang..."

"I warned you not to shed tears for Zhou Mingdi, did you fucking forget it?!" Lin Lang roared.

"me……"

"You're still thinking about him, right? Zheng Xin, you're a fucking bitch, and you won't even glance at you when you rush to your door! Do you have He Jiani's breasts? Do you have He Jiani's big ass? ?”

Lin Lang's anger became more and more intense. While cursing, he pulled Zheng Xin's collar and pressed it against his half-open lips as if to vent his anger.

Still the same as before, not a gentle kiss.

Rough, raging, possessive, boozy.

Zheng Xin suddenly remembered that Lin Lang had been drinking a lot that night. He drank one bottle after another at the seaside just now, and drank several cans after entering this house. He must be crazy about drinking now!

The normal Lin Lang already frightened him a lot, but he was even more afraid of the one who drank too much.

While sucking the kisses, Zheng Xin was already pressed on the bed by Lin Lang, the collar of the thin T-shirt was pulled wide open, revealing half of the shoulders, and the well-defined collarbone trembled slightly.

The next Lin Lang was like a mad lion, pulling Zheng Xin's shorts, ignoring Zheng Xin's strong struggle, and pulled the poor black shorts to his knees.

Lin Lang held the key part in his hand.

Zheng Xin finally broke out unbearably: "Let go! Lin Lang, let go of me!"

"Don't you really like to hook up with men? If you can't see you at a glance, you go to flirt with them. Since you like it so much, why pretend?!"

"You fart!"

The two changed from tearing to scuffling. Zheng Xin kept pounding on Lin Lang's shoulder and kicking Lin Lang's calf.

Lin Lang firmly pressed down on the person under him, without any delay in the movement of his hands, and took off Zheng Xin's shorts and underwear in a few strokes.

The semi-rigid bird is exposed to the air, light color, light hair, immature smell...

Zheng Xin wanted to cover it subconsciously, but Lin Lang opened his hands, and Lin Lang finally grabbed it there, shaking it gently.

"Lin Lang, woo woo...you..." Lin Lang blocked the rest of the words.

Zheng Xin had to admit that when Lin Lang kissed him and held his dick to masturbate, the irresistible pleasure/sensation in his body far surpassed his reason. Zheng Xin's body was subdued and limp, all resistance was thrown into the sky, he was completely driven by his own body.

The speed in Lin Lang's hands increased. After two experiences, Zheng Xin took much longer to shoot this time than before.

Lin Lang rubbed the thick white liquid with his fingers, and snorted coldly: "Zheng Xin, I think you don't like men, but like being fucked by men!"

Zheng Xin was sweating profusely, as if all the can of beer he had just swallowed came out through his sweat glands.

There was a stabbing pain from the back of his body, and Zheng Xin yelled "Ah", only to realize that Lin Lang had stuffed his fingers behind his back at some point, and the fingertips were still stained with his own liquid.

Zheng Xin looked at the ceiling quietly.

No tears.

Although it was painful, he couldn't reject the feeling of fullness.

Maybe he was alone for too long, maybe he was ignored for too long, the moment Lin Lang completely possessed him, he was much calmer than the previous two times.

He didn't cry or struggle, he clenched the bed sheet beside him tightly with both hands. Under Lin Lang's violent impact, he kept looking at the chandelier on the ceiling. He didn't know if it was him shaking or the chandelier shaking. Anyway, everything around him was shaking. leisurely.

I don't remember how many times Lin Lang shot.

All he knew was that he was tossed back and forth, lying down, lying on his stomach, raising his legs, and even more shameful poses.

Until the curtains see through the subtle light, the chaotic night finally passed.

When Lin Lang vented his anger for the last time, he hugged Zheng Xin's thin body and whispered in his ear over and over again: "Zheng Xin, you bastard, it's so comfortable to do it."

Zheng Xin's body was sticky and greasy, and his hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to his forehead, revealing the black scar.

A pale face, ruddy eyes, lips swollen from kisses, Lin Lang couldn't help but kiss him again after only looking at it for a while.

"Zheng Xin, you are actually pretty good-looking." Lin Lang murmured against his lips, "Sometimes you look just as good as Xiao Di."

Zheng Xin's body froze, and the pain that had been occupied for a long time finally surged out from behind him.

Why is it that after drinking alcohol, not only is it not drunk, but it is more sober?