Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"It turned out that I was wishful thinking." He began to relax his hug to me.

Don't ask me anymore, I'm already shaking, or are you confusing me?

But instead of letting go, he just relaxed, and his face against my chest looked up at me again.

He: "Does Brother Meng think that I am not good-looking, or that I am not capable enough? That's right, I have troubled Brother Meng with so many things, and I still have to make an inch of it, which is difficult for others."

I was still thinking about the feasibility of things and didn't listen to him much.

What is the most taboo between friends with benefits, of course, is to have feelings.

But what is most likely to happen between friends with benefits is to develop feelings.

Through the way of friends with benefits, the probability of achieving a positive result with him and the probability of completely ending with him are one to one.

However, the fact that he can make such a request shows that he treats me cleanly and without pornography.

Then, the probability of me chasing someone with my three-legged cat kung fu seems to be even lower.

Tsk tsk, then I have to pretend that I don't like his appearance, and use the excuse of being helpful to others to agree to the request made by "his initiative", preferably with a reluctant tone.

Haven't spoken yet.

"Brother Meng has so many handsome young people in his work, no wonder he hates me so much, but I am here, only Brother Meng can rely on." He said with red eyes, "If even Brother Meng is tired of me, I am really do not know what to do with it."

Pat, roll a tear.

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"I, I'm not, don't cry... Who said I don't care about you..." I was incoherent, and I was in a hurry. I knew he had such a personality, so why didn't I listen to him carefully.

If I remember correctly, this was the first time he cried, but I didn't hear what he said before, and I didn't know where to start to comfort him, and I didn't dare to answer randomly.

Me: "Don't really cry, just pretend twice, why are you really crying..."

As a result, he became even more emotional, "Pretending? In Brother Meng's eyes, I have such a heavy city and such a bad character... huh!"

If you say that I can't talk to him, then I won't talk about it.

Yes, I gagged his mouth, don't get me wrong, put my hand over it, I didn't want to do the corny "don't talk, kiss me" maneuver.

Moreover, kissing should also be one of the taboos of friends with benefits.

But he stopped as I wished, and I wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with my other hand, "Okay, then we will maintain the relationship we had last night during your letter date."

He paused, the tears stopped flowing, he tore off my hand, and looked at me resentfully, "Why is there only a letter date?"

I blinked, "Didn't you mean that?"

He posted it again, his hair was messed up on my chest, and if he rubbed my collar again, there was a risk of it being rubbed off.

I couldn't see his expression, but I could only hear his vague voice, "I don't usually explain it, and it's all piled up to the letter period. I may be fine, but what about Meng Ge? Can you stand it?"

What, what?He came to trample on my masculine dignity again!

Why can't I stand it?Although I am older than him, I am 28 and not 48, last night was just an accident!

Oh, no, I seem to be the one below. The meaning of friends with benefits should include but not limited to helping each other. If he let me inspect the goods at the back door for nearly an hour, or one hour at a time, oh Sao Rui, then I really can’t accept it. .

Me: "Okay, I promise you, but you have to give me some time to prepare mentally, okay?"

He: "No need to prepare."

Me: "What do you mean... hey!"

Ignoring that I was still talking, he completely pulled my belt and threw it out. In front of his strength, there was no essential difference between me holding the clothes with one hand and two hands.

I'm like a shelled peanut, unlucky enough to meet an overbearing cook who refuses to let me keep the red skin inside.

Talking to him without changing my clothes was the worst decision in my life. I just wanted to prove my frankness, but unexpectedly it made it easier for him to be frank with me.

"No, no, no, no! No need to settle down so quickly!"

He doesn't talk to me at all.

Usually when I say a word casually, he can deduct two words to make trouble with me, but now I am here as a tenor, but he can't hear me?Ayutthaya is heavy!Bad character!

I folded my legs and shrunk myself up, "I have an audition arrangement tomorrow, don't make trouble."

He was noncommittal and stared at me intently, "Brother Meng looks good like this, but he can't block anything."

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I pulled out a pillow from the back of my head and put it between my knees to protect it. I only have theoretical knowledge of words, and they are still beautified words. At least let me watch the video data before fighting.

But how could I be a dancer who practiced martial arts? Not only did he easily remove the pillow between my knees, but he also lifted my ankle smoothly and placed the pillow under my waist.

Why is he so professional?Why can I judge his major?Internet literature is harmful!

"He Shi, He Shi, calm down..."

Without a pillow, I covered it with my hands in embarrassment. I didn't realize until now that in addition to being careful not to be messed with during the struggle, a man should also be careful not to be stabbed!

"We don't have any tools to—"

"I have." His voice was as low as ever, and hoarse with desire.

I watched him get up and unpack his own suitcase. He was holding a very familiar plastic bag in his hand, the one given by Lao Meng.

I had long forgotten about it. He actually brought him here from the village. He is really... thrifty.

I would like to call Lao Meng the father who cheats his son the most.

He grabbed the bottom of the plastic bag and turned it upside down. The bottles and cans inside were all scattered at my feet, and the cold and hard touch made my toes curl up.

There is no need for a hot and hard touch.

"He Shi, please, give me some more time, after I understand a little more..."

"No need." He picked up the aloe vera gel, squeezed out at least a quarter of it directly from the top, rubbed his palms together, "I understand enough."

Ah this, too, seems like I just need to lie flat.

"But, don't you think it's too sudden? I just subsided from the fever!" I tried to arouse the sympathy of this little brat.

It's a pity that he has no sympathy, no conscience.

He: "Just now, Brother Meng obviously said that you are fine."

I choked, and I was right.

He: "Furthermore, Brother Meng sweated a lot after exercising last night, and his fever quickly subsided, which shows that it is not only harmless, but also beneficial."

High, it is really high, there are both factual arguments and moral arguments, and my hand covering the cover began to loosen.

I'm really wrong, and I don't have his eloquent mouth.Alas, sure enough, the love affair between A and B can only be forced love.

Finally, I loosened the cover, closed my eyes and tilted my head, only to find that he was just staring at the aloe vera gel on his hand, without any intention of starting to move.

He didn't notice the change in my movements, and muttered, "Brother Meng was just bluffing me, thinking that he could dismiss me by pretending to promise me for the time being."

I was wronged, but I had to struggle for a long time before I decided to agree to him. I was also prepared for the future, and even moved the future to the present.

I had no choice but to widen my movements to let him notice my attitude, because I couldn't say anything like youcanyouup.

I hooked my arms to my knees, hugged my legs to my chest, cleared my throat, and met his suddenly fiery eyes.

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