The villain became a sticky spirit after losing his memory

The unique scenery was replaced by the cold and beautiful back. Fan Zhi came to his senses and realized that the young man was angry with him.

He tightened his brows with his fingers, temporarily suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and planned to coax his wife.

But when he put his hand down, he felt the soft touch of the sofa, which instantly brought his memory back to a week ago.

Fanzhi couldn't help shaking his head, and fell into the memory.

The night was particularly beautiful that night, he and Yan Zhi lingered on the sofa for a long time, and the enthusiasm of the young people made him unable to refuse.

In the end, the two of them were so tired that they nestled on the sofa, and neither of them proposed to go back to the room to rest.

They hugged and talked about what happened during the day, shared their own experiences, and when they talked about interesting places, there would be giggles from the young people in front of their chests.

But he squinted his eyes, stroked the young man's soft black hair, and carefully felt the happy moments when he was with the young man.

When he came back to his senses, Fan held his thumb and unconsciously rubbed the surface of the sofa. It had been a week since the last time he did it.

After that night, he has been busy on business trips. Although there are constant phone calls and videos, it is not as real and moving as being intimate with his lover.

He really missed Yan Zhi, his heart was full of longing, and his body was always thinking about the young man.

At this time, this thought swelled to a certain extent, turning into a desire to start a prairie fire, and the red beads in the water marks flashed in front of my eyes, becoming that spark of fire.

He wanted to throw the boy down immediately and relive the old scene on the sofa.

Men seem to be unable to resist their own desires, especially when facing the one they love deeply, they are even more defeated.

Fan Zhi endured the hungry wolf in his heart, approached the young man little by little, and then slowly hugged him.

When the young man was about to struggle, he said pitifully, "Wife, can you just let me hug you for a while? I feel like the wound on my head is hurting again."

Yan Zhi didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he thought of the man's forehead, which was indeed bleeding but hadn't dealt with it, his heart softened and he gave up struggling for the time being.

Yan Zhi's heart was extremely awkward, the wet marks on the shirt on his chest showed a sense of presence, reminding the man's naked eyes just now, but the man was still hugging him behind him.

This made his face a little hot, but he still pretended to be calm, and said in a calm voice as much as possible: "If you have a wound on your head, apply medicine."

Fan Zhi hugged Yan Zhi and didn't let go, he kept rubbing his body, and said nice things, "Honey, don't be angry, okay?"

When Yan Zhi heard this, she kept a sullen face and said nothing.

Fanzhi continued to rub, leaning close to the young man's ear and whispering: "Honey, we haven't done it for a long time."

Yan Zhi didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but upon listening carefully, the man's tone was like a beast in heat, which made his heart ache instantly.

His heart was extremely flustered, the man's body was still grinding, and that kind of grinding gradually took on a different meaning.

No, if this continues, it will be very dangerous!

The warning in his heart made Yan Zhi want to push Fan Zhi away, but Fan Zhi couldn't let the delicious meal in his arms break free. He lowered his head and sniffed at the young man's hair, and murmured: "Honey, I miss you so much..."

Then there was a dislocation of the body, Yan Zhi was already lying on the sofa in a daze, and Fan Zhi lowered his body, and his lips were already pressed against the young man's lips.

Yan Zhi's brain thumped, all he could think of was, it's over.

The man's kiss was so aggressive that he couldn't allow him to think about other issues at all. He could only open a pair of misty eyes in the gap between the kisses, and vaguely sense what was going to happen next in confusion. ?