My little dad, you can't afford to mess with me

While changing clothes in the master bedroom, Shang Yuxian entered the door.

San Lang was standing by the bed, undressing in the direction of the French windows.

Grab the home clothes with both hands and take them off.

She didn't wear anything under the pullover, first showing her thin waist, then a little bit up, thin and tight muscles, and a charming bare back.

The trousers hang low on the hips, the upper body is naked, and the clothes are turned over the head.

The entire master bedroom is full of young and male charm.

Shang Yuxian stood at the door, looking at him absent-mindedly.

coming.

36 Strategies for Chasing Your Husband: Embracing Your Back.

——What is the romantic action between couples?Of course it's a back hug. Hug him tightly behind your lover, put your lips close to his ear and whisper softly, "It's my fault", "Don't leave me", "Tonight Don't go", anyone with a hard heart can be covered by him, and he will definitely hit the target!

Below this article, there is another note: However, it must be in accordance with the weather (the darker the sky, the better), the geographical location (the more secluded the place, the better) and the people (the deeper the relationship, the better). Opportunities are hard to find, so you must grasp them. Shang Er!

Ok.

Facts have proved that Li Weiyang's cheats are effective.

After the long kiss in the study just now, his little friend didn't even bother to cook. In order to avoid the elderly and children, the other party couldn't wait to lead him to the bedroom, and then started to undress?

Shang Yuxian squeezed the phone subconsciously: "..."

With your back, you only have one chance.

The sauce is stuffed and stuffed, and it has become popular. The elderly and children are playing downstairs. Hurry up now, and there should be time to prepare dinner.

At the same time, Shen Lang heard the door behind him: "..."

Strike, you only get one chance.

Forced by life, forced by the situation, the elderly and children have eaten snacks, and now they run away from home, so there should be time to complete the copywriting.

(...)

The two are not on the same channel at all.

Shang Yuxian walked to the back of San Lang step by step, because he was nervous, his steps became dull.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, knowing that his lover was approaching him, Shen Lang's movements paused, his clothes were lifted on his head, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

Logically speaking, it should be the older lover who came to coax me, such as: What's wrong with you, don't be angry, I will pay attention to it in the future, learn to live well, and live with you well...

I forgot for a while, my lover often said: "I don't know how to coax people".

There was no movement for a long time behind him.

While pulling down his clothes, San Lang took a step in puzzlement.

Suddenly, Shang Yuxian bumped into him from behind.

Mist grass? !

San Lang lost his footing and knelt on the bed.

Well, hit.

Because my heart was too nervous, my body was relatively stiff, and I wanted to "hug him tightly", and I caught up with Shen Lang and took a step forward, so I couldn't control my strength well...

Kneeling unexpectedly, San Lang was taking off his clothes and couldn't control his balance. When he was hit on the back, he leaned forward, his arms instinctively supported his body, and prostrated himself on the bed.

Shen Lang: "?????"

Shang Yuxian leaned behind him, holding his waist: "..."

"..."

"..."

Shen Lang was naked, kneeling on the bed: "..."

Shang Yuxian froze all over: "..."

This is completely different from what I imagined.

What about hitting every shot?

You haven't spoken softly yet, why did you go to bed?

In the master bedroom where swords were on the verge of breaking out, the two men had a rear-entry style, and they were silent for a while at the same time.

Shen Lang slowly turned his head back, with a half-smile on his face: "What do you want to do?"

Shang Yuxian had no expression on his face: "Hold you."

Shen Lang turned his head: "...what?"

Shang Yuxian bent over and hugged him: "From behind."

"!!!!!!"

Is this still available?

Shen Lang's face darkened: "You get up first, and then talk..."

"Why did you get down?"

"you guess?"

"..."

Shen Lang endured it, and grabbed his wrist with his hand back: "I'm going to stop work, and you want to fuck me?"

Shang Yuxian: "?????"

Shang Yuxian was anxious in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to explain to him, his body involuntarily leaned forward, as if he was afraid that the young man would resist, and tightened his waist tighter.

Shen Lang put on a dull face: "You try pushing forward again?"

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Only then did he notice the posture of the two of them.

Shang Yuxian's whole body was stiff, and his fingertips were getting harder and harder, sinking into his lover's tight abdominal muscles.

The figure of the young man is so outstanding, with a thin waist, narrow buttocks, tight and powerful, it feels hard to the touch, but the skin is delicate and smooth, like a leopard ready to go, it is crawling in front of his eyes.

Shang Yuxian panicked and hurriedly averted his gaze, but couldn't help but want to take another look, the whole tyrant was a little confused.

Looking sideways at his lover's reserved and fiery eyes, San Lang couldn't help but laugh: "Why, are you satisfied with your husband's figure?"

Shang Yuxian didn't say a word, and rolled his Adam's apple with his face flushed.

With his back turned to him, San Lang half-kneeled on the bed, and slowly straightened up: "...Have you touched enough?"

His thin upper body stretched out in front of his eyes.

"No."

Shang Yuxian lowered his body calmly, slowly opened his arms, and hugged him from behind.

his man.

hugged.

embrace! get√.

Shen Lang took a deep breath, feeling his lover's scorching breath, the hairs on his back were about to explode.

"……What are you doing……"

"Don't move, let me hug you."

"..."

What's new?

How about correcting a mistake?

What about living seriously?

I want to strike, just to let you reflect, not to flirt with you?

Why does the painting style change when the camera turns?

The young master just uttered a desperate cry about life 2 minutes ago. He was expecting God to take care of me like a holy believer. How could he be tempted by you immediately?

You have to respect my attitude, do you create a pious attitude?

Can this still be holy?

I don't want anything else, just ask for even a little bit of the big baby's life skill talent points. However, at present, it seems that he has used all the skill points accumulated over the past 30 years to seduce her husband?

Damn, still want from behind?

Who would kill a thousand swords to teach him how to lose?

In the sultry master bedroom with twilight, Shen Lang was naked to the waist, half kneeling and half lying on the side of the bed, not knowing the situation for a moment.

Compared with the wall of the escape stairs, this action is too soulful, and it is completely impossible to understand the purpose of the big baby.

Shang Yuxian hugged him behind his back, kissed him all the way from his back to the back of his neck, and then to his ear, and then gently grabbed his earlobe.

He didn't use much force, just sucked lightly in his mouth, and stretched out the tip of his tongue to sweep into his ear.

San Lang took a sharp breath, his whole body trembled, and forced to suppress his instincts - if he didn't do this, he would immediately turn around, press his lover to the bottom of his body and fuck him hard.

At the moment when Shen Lang was in a daze, Shang Yuxian made persistent efforts, kissed his slender neck, sucked his cold lips, rubbed his fingers back and forth in front of his body, and felt the young man unconsciously stretched forward and contracted his abdominal muscles , just like the little tomcat they talked about.

The two men communicated silently with body language for a while, and they seemed to be overwhelmed by the "desire for sex" while breathing lightly.

Life was also overwhelmed.

Lovers are also overwhelmed sooner or later.

Who do you help when your lover and life conflict?

In fact, lover and life are the same, life is a big bitch, lover is the palace, from a certain point of view, the two have the same purpose-they are your opponents.

Either get sucked dry, and you surrender; or fight your whole life, and you're dry.

Man, hehe.

Shang Yuxian began to lower his head to nibble on San Lang's shoulder, kissing him non-stop, his chest pressed against the young man's back.

Sensing his lover's enthusiasm, San Lang panted and smiled: "Honey, I remember, I told you that men often think about sex."

Shang Yuxian's eyes blurred: "Every 28 minutes?"

"They are heterosexuals. I heard that homosexuality is 9 minutes." San Lang sighed softly without turning his head. "It was less than 9 minutes after I got home. Being furious with a green onion, and then being attacked from behind by you, and you are reluctant to resist at all."

Shang Yuxian thought about it for a while, and asked in confusion: "...Why are you so angry?"

Sure enough, there is no awareness at all.

San Lang tilted his head and kissed him weakly: "Because I love you."

Shang Yuxian hugged him tightly behind his back: "Don't be angry with green onions."

Shen Lang: "...hehe."

Shang Yuxian comforted him with a serious face in the tone of an elder: "Don't feel bad if the banana is broken, I will buy it for you tomorrow."

Shen Lang: "?????"

Shang Yuxian kissed his ear, sucked his neck hard, and said in a slightly wronged tone: "San Lang, I miss you every minute, much more than you miss green onions and bananas."

Shen Lang raised his neck, hummed muffled by his pain, raised the corners of his lips, and cursed with a smile: "Fuck."

Damn, after chatting for so long, what kind of soul world are we talking about?

on purpose?

Did Shang Yuxian do it on purpose?

Am I mad at scallions?

I feel sorry for your sister's banana.

shit.

Sooner or later, I will stuff bananas into your bottom baby.

Being choked to death by a lover, but being speechless, it is really irritating to face this kind of situation.

Shang Yuxian's face was flushed, and he stretched his hand down. Shen Lang grabbed his wrist and touched his lover's forehead: "I'm on strike today, you should reflect on yourself at home, I'll go to the Internet cafe to catch up on drafts."

Shang Yuxian was confused: "Reflection? What?"

San Lang smiled and kissed him face to face: "Use even ten percent of your energy on 'family', stand in the kitchen for an hour, and you will get the answer."

Shang Yuxian: "Didn't you bring your computer back? You can also use mine on the third floor. Why did you go to the Internet cafe?"

Shen Lang: "I can't help it. I only feel that time costs money when I'm in an Internet cafe. I won't procrastinate. Let's go."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

What about the "back hug" that was finally successful?

Hugged him tightly from behind.

Both of them have feelings...

too strong...

But why did he run away as soon as he let go of his arm?

Yes, what back support, it doesn't work at all.

After Shen Lang finished speaking, he straightened up, moved Shang Yuxian's hand away, walked to the wardrobe, put on a coat that was not too thick, changed into a pair of jeans, and left the bedroom without saying a word.

Under the gaze of his lover's infinite resentment, the young man happily went downstairs.

Shang Yuxian: "..."

In this way, Shen Lang stepped out of the gate of Villa No. 11 on the electric balance bike.

It's not enough to be angry, but I haven't thought of a good way to train the big baby for the time being, so I can only come out to get some air.

It's not because he's tired of life, or anything else. San Lang belongs to the kind of man who "even if he gets lost in the desert, he can find a cactus and make it into a pickle". The lover who has the ability to live feels worried and anxious, and a little helpless and powerless.

Tuning is a must.

When I am worried about my family, but my lover doesn't even bother to help the bottle of soy sauce is down, who can understand the helplessness and tiredness?

Even so, Shen Lang said that he didn't care about his lover, children and old people, but he still called for a takeaway.

Well, Mr. Ba’s father is a giant in business, but also a giant baby in life.

It needs to be cultivated, first put some pressure on him mentally, and he will be fine in the future.

So, under the support of the idea of ​​"I'll clean you up after the work at hand is finished", Shen Lang sat in the Internet cafe in Nanyuan, calm and relaxed among the players playing games around him, thinking like a spring, hungry, Race against time to revise the draft.

As a result, when I wrote it at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the Internet cafe suddenly cut off the electricity.

Yes, it just broke.

There wasn't even any emergency equipment, only three to five seconds of darkness, and there was a lot of swearing in the Internet cafe. It was said that there was a little conflict between the owner of the Internet cafe and the owner of the supermarket next door.

Can Lang couldn't care less about being angry, and hurriedly switched on the computer, intending to continue writing, but the Internet cafe installed the Restore Wizard.

Mist grass? !

San Lang: "..."

Restoration spirit.

Perhaps the lover's resentment is too strong——

Great curse.

The three modified documents are all gone, the restore wizard...

Can't get angry?

superior!No!superior!fire?

Call you a demon!

With red eyes, Shen Lang stepped on the electric balance car and went home in a hurry.

There was a fire all over him.

I don't know if he saw him coming back from the window, but as soon as Shen Lang opened the door, he saw Shang Yuxian greet him at the entrance.

San Lang straightened his body and squinted at him.

If he wasn't in a hurry, he would definitely have to ask, did the big baby get stuck at home?

But now it's not Pi's time, he walked towards the stairs with a dull head, and heard Shang Yuxian asking behind him, "Did you finish writing?"

Shen Lang froze: "The power went out..."

He must not let him know about restoring the spirit!

Shang Yuxian: "There is no restore system in Internet cafes?"

San Lang stopped in his tracks and turned his head slowly: "..."

Shang Yuxian walked up the steps with a smile on his face, walked up to him, and hugged him with open arms, obviously wanting to comfort his lover.

Hold.

I didn't feel comforted at all, as if I heard the subtext of the big baby: No.zuo.no.die.

I had no choice but to turn around silently and continue up the stairs.

So that night, Shen Lang went to the study on the third floor.

At 02:30 in the morning, I heard a knock on the door.

San Lang turned his head sideways.

Shang Yuxian came in, wearing night blue silk pajamas and nightgown, standing at the door of the study and looking at him.

Shen Lang frowned and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep." Shang Yuxian walked to him, "Go downstairs and write."

San Lang put an arm around him, "The sound of typing will affect your rest."

Shang Yuxian lowered his eyes and murmured, "It's better than not having any sleepiness."

San Lang looked at him sideways for a while.

Shang Yuxian slowly raised his hand, grabbed the cuff of his pajamas, and held his arm without saying a word.

"Okay." San Lang said.

After packing up the computer, the two went back to the master bedroom together. They didn't say a word on the stairs, but were pulled into the bedroom by Shang Yuxian's sleeves.

A small computer desk was placed on the big bed in the master bedroom, and Shen Lang leaned against the head of the bed to type.

Shang Yuxian lay beside him, tucked up the quilt, looked at him with dim eyes through the dim light.

From the corner of his eye, his lover's eyes on him were too focused, and Shen Lang's attention wandered from time to time, his eyes drifted away, and then moved back to the screen, typing a line, and backspaced half a line.

"Would you be able to fall asleep looking at me like that?"

"Um……"

As soon as the other side responded, San Lang leaned over to give him a long kiss, his lips moved up from the corner of his lips, and slid to the bottom of his eyes: "Hurry up and go to bed, I'll finish the task at hand first, I have to decide what to do." draft."

Humming, Shang Yuxian moved towards him, leaned his face on his lap, put his arms around his stomach, his eyes were blinded by the dazzling screen.

San Lang sideways trapped him under him, looked at him out of focus for a while, and coaxed him with a smile: "Go to sleep, close your eyes, you look at me, I can't write."

"why?"

"you guess."

"You're going to be cranky?"

"..."

"Still doing something wrong?"

"..."

goo—

San Lang: "..."

Shang Yuxian supported himself in surprise: "Are you hungry?"

In fact, Shen Lang was already hungry, and he was troubled all night, and he didn't eat seriously, and sat on the bed in the middle of the night, he could only stiffen.

San Lang used to cook, but he let go and threatened to strike today, how could he go downstairs to cook, what about the dignity of a man?

Shang Yuxian thought it was funny before, the little lover yelled in the kitchen that he was going to go on strike, "Eat whatever you like," this is the original words, it is categorical, disheartened, no matter what, in the end, just left I ran away from home, and within half an hour, there was a little brother from Pizza Hut outside the house to deliver food.

love him.

How can you not love?

Shang Yuxian suddenly laughed lightly.

At the age of 38, he found that he loved him more than when he first made love with him, and he would love him more and more every day.

In Shang Yuxian's eyes, a lover has no flaws, and everything is his favorite appearance.

From the corner of his eye, Shang Yuxian's eyes became more and more focused.

San Lang felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, commonly known as "seeing the hair", his stomach was still growling, and he sat stiffly in front of the computer. In addition, he could hear his own heartbeat.

Shang Yuxian got up and sat up: "Don't eat?"

Shen Lang said with a straight face, "I'm not hungry."

Shang Yuxian stared at him, raised his hand, brushed the hair on his forehead with his fingertips, suddenly moved closer to him, and put his lips on his cheek: "I'll go downstairs and cook for you."

Shen Lang: "?????"

Mist grass? !

What did I hear?

Before the other party could react, Shang Yuxian had already got up and went to the ground.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"Cook rice for you."

"No, no...don't go..."

Shen Lang had a computer desk on him, so there was no way to stop him immediately.

Soon after hearing the door knock, Shang Yuxian really went downstairs.

Why did you suddenly say you want to go to the kitchen?He didn't really stand in the kitchen for an hour at night, did he?Got the inspiration from the Stove King?

cooking? ?

There is an inexplicable sense of foreboding...

Shen Lang hurriedly finished writing the current paragraph, saved the copy, and ran downstairs in a hurry without turning off the computer.

I saw Shang Yuxian wearing an apron, standing in front of the sink washing vegetables, he probably heard Shen Lang's footsteps, he turned his head sideways, and looked at him softly.

Only a small light was turned on in the kitchen, and the midnight blue and moonlight white striped apron made his complexion fairer. Under the silk pajamas, his figure was well-proportioned, and the neckline was opened with two buttons, revealing his chest and collarbone. The whole person looked mysterious moving.

The man who walks on the high-altitude glass tower on weekdays will only show his alluring side at midnight.

What is an angel who fell into the mortal world?

Standing by the kitchen counter, San Lang suddenly came back to his senses, and hurried over to snatch the egg from his hand: "I'll get it, don't get caught in the oily smoke."

Shang Yuxian tilted his head to look at him, with earnest eyes: "San Lang, let me try, I also want you to eat ready-made..."

Shen Lang: "...OK."

Ok.

You shouldn't be soft-hearted.

The intentions were good, but the results were sad.

Egg fried rice.

Shen Lang told him the steps.

"Wait, I'll go get ready."

"Oh."

I saw Shang Yuxian with a serious face, took a black leather notepad and a water-based pen from the living room, and used the posture of holding a meeting in a small black room to record Shen Lang's narration verbatim. The running script is strong, and the writing is flamboyant and phoenix dancing.

1. Brush the pot first, 2. Drain the water, and 3. Burn the bottom of the pot.

San Lang: "..."

Seeing his lover writing at his desk in a serious manner, Shen Lang endured it, and suggested hesitantly: "You don't have to memorize it, do you?"

Shang Yuxian raised his eyes: "Can I not wash the pot? Can I not burn the pot?"

Shen Lang frowned: "No, after the oil is hot, the water in the pot will splash out, it's common sense."

Shang Yuxian had a serious face: "Then you can't omit the steps, you have to memorize them."

Shen Lang: "...hehe, as long as you are happy."

It was agreed to train the giant baby, and it's on the road so soon, the baby is really enlightened.

Please do your best.

So, Shen Lang nervously stood behind him, stretched his neck to look over, and his lover stood in front of the stove with a serious face, just like a surgeon standing on the operating table...

Fry, fry...fry...

Seeing that the pot is smoking...

It's smoking...

cigarette?

It's not heat, it's smoke.

Whoops! !

You can save me some snacks.

Shen Lang was really anxious now, he grabbed the vegetable shovel with one hand, and pushed his lover aside: "I don't even put any oil in, and I add so much water, how can I eat it if it becomes mushy?"

Shang Yuxian: "?? What's wrong?"

San Lang picked up his hand and looked at it, luckily it didn't burn, "The fire was too big, didn't the pot catch fire just now? You can really do it, you have to be a demon in the middle of the night and cook a meal... I warn you, in the future Do not enter my kitchen, please stay away from the holy place..."

Shang Yuxian raised his eyes and looked at his side face gently.

"Look at what I'm doing, you step back a little, the oily smoke hurts your skin," San Lang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "You're about to blow up the kitchen..."

Shang Yuxian: "When you are tired, I also want to cook dinner for you."

Shen Lang: "No! I'm not tired! Young Master never says he's tired. I'm the head of the family. Dinner is my job. Don't worry about Mr. Shang."

Shang Yuxian didn't say a word, and it took a long time before he said lightly: "Yes."

Shen Lang didn't think too much about it, staring at the yellow and gray-green thing in the frying pan, he felt for the first time in his life that it was so difficult to save a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

"Let's do it again, this time I'll bring you a bowl too, you should be hungry too..."

San Lang muttered.

Shang Yuxian looked at him absent-mindedly, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged him behind his back.

Shen Lang was stunned, and quickly turned off the fire: "What's wrong?"

Shang Yuxian bit his neck behind him, and whispered in his ear: "My husband still loves me."

Shen Lang trembled all over: "..."

Ok?

Something seems wrong.

Have you fallen into a trap?

What about training?

What about introspection?

Peach Blossom eyes narrowed, and Shen Lang had a half-smile: "..."

It's not a rank at all.

The young master is on fire, you still dare to trick me?

"Baby, come on."

"Ok?"

"come over."

"What?"

"you."

"..."

I don't know how they kissed each other.

The fire burning inside the young male finally burned into one piece, removing all the resistance of the two men.

Shen Lang raised his hand to turn off the light, through the moonlight from the small kitchen window, he put his arms around Shang Yuxian's waist, clasped the back of his head, and kissed him.

Although the family never came out for a walk in the early hours of the morning, when had the couple ever been so intimate in the kitchen? How could such a thing be done here?

Shang Yuxian was ashamed and frightened, so weak in his arms that he could not stand still, he hugged his shoulders tightly with both hands, "San Lang, don't be here, don't..." He begged for mercy, but his fingers rubbed into the The young man's hair, the long and affectionate kiss between the two, made a seductive sound in the kitchen under the moonlight at midnight.

San Lang's arms were firmly wrapped around his waist: "Don't? How many fires have you lit for me these days, how do you plan to put them out?"

Shang Yuxian's eyes were red, his breathing was unsteady from being kissed: "..."

His slender fingers penetrated into his apron, and with a little force, a button was undone. San Lang nimbly unbuttoned his clothes with his fingers, and his hot palms swam on his body, stroking his back, With a tug somehow, he pulled the thin silk pajamas out of the apron.

Shang Yuxian opened his eyes wide in surprise, as soon as the chilly chill hit, he felt Shen Lang's shortness of breath rushing towards him.

With his arms in his arms, San Lang lifted his lover off the ground, quickly took off his pants, and threw them to the floor.

Shang Yuxian was frightened and anxious, bare shoulders and bare back, with all kinds of flair, leaving only an apron half-covered.

The young male was burning with flames, and originally wanted to attack his lover's naked body immediately, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly became dazed.

In the moonlit kitchen, the man's fair skin was rubbed red by the young man's fiery palm.

Shang Yuxian was naked, curled up in his lover's arms with a red face, only wearing the apron that Shen Lang wore every day.

The man's snow-white skin was covered by wisps of virtual reality, but the smooth and smooth large bare back and body curves behind him were completely presented.

At that moment, all his restraint and momentum disappeared without a trace in the young man's arms.

It is intoxicatingly beautiful.

So Shen Lang changed his mind, and he decided to continue admiring.

A strong arm wrapped around his waist, and with a slight lift, Shang Yuxian was lifted off the ground.

Shang Yuxian couldn't help wrapping his legs around him, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He looked through the dark living room, looked at the stairs in panic, and then looked in the direction of the guest room.

Although there are no wall partitions, the building is designed with multiple inflection points. Apart from the endless darkness in the quiet late night and his man, Shang Yuxian can't see anything.

In the open kitchen, on the kitchen counter under the bay window, the young man hugged him, made him sit under the window, fondled and kissed the man fondly.Shang Yuxian's face was burning red, the corners of his eyes were red, he leaned back, and the back of his head hit the glass, his body was raised high, showing his smooth body curves to the young man, and everything that made him feel ashamed The place.

This is the most primitive instinctive emotion of human beings. There are no heavy clothes, no paper drunkenness and gold fans. There is only a layer of skin between the partners, and the fingers are tightly nestled in the arms of the lover. Dirty papyrus bedding can also stay together until old age.

For a young man trapped in a raging fire, there is nothing more comfortable than the warmth of his lover's body. Once he experiences the comfort and joy brought to each other, he will never forget the inseparability taste.

Just want to keep doing it.

What is even more exciting is the current state.

In the middle of the night, in the kitchen at home, the man was naked, wearing a youth's daily apron, and he was carried to the kitchen counter by him, and he loved him fiercely in front of the open window.

The temperature of the two of them rose, one was aggressive and the other was defending. Shang Yuxian panted low, glued Shen Lang's breath together, and begged in a low voice: "No, let me go...don't be here...San Lang, Shen Lang... Ron..."

Just like this, he challenged his instincts and limits time and time again.

Shang Yuxian clutched the strands of his body in shame to hide his shame, his red eyes seemed to have tears, and his begging for mercy sounded like a curse. This made the young man even more crazy than lying on the bed with an open heart to welcome him.

San Lang put his hand into the porcelain bottle of olive oil, the desire and pleasure of conquering rushed straight into his brain, he was distracted by his older lover, slowly moved his body, and possessed him desperately.

First he hummed in shock and pleaded in a soft voice. San Lang kissed him until he was suffocated. Seeing his lover's body softening little by little, he restrained himself and asked in a low voice: "It hurts? Does it hurt?"

"..."

In the moonlight, his handsome face gradually turned red, Shang Yuxian turned his head away with sobs, trembling slightly, stretched out his arms towards him, and hugged his little lover tightly.

It seemed that he didn't want him to move again, for fear that the young man would rush into his territory; it seemed that he didn't want him to leave, so that he would fall into that empty door again.

In the helpless and contradictory emotions, he could only whisper his name in the young man's ear, not knowing whether it was begging for mercy or wanting it.

That voice was too sexy.

I can't love enough.

Through the hazy moonlight, one could vaguely see the entanglement and intimacy between the two, which made the middle-aged man feel extremely embarrassed and ashamed, but he couldn't resist the ferocious love given to him by the young man no matter what.

San Lang bit his lip, sucked it up lightly, and with another force, his body was on fire, stimulated by his flushed face pushing him away, and stimulated by him hugging him tightly, Shen Lang felt that he was going to burn Driven crazy by him, "Is it comfortable?"

The lean and thin body that was pressing him was getting heavier and heavier, but his movements were not affected at all. Shen Lang was so excited by his begging for mercy that his head became dizzy, his breathing became more and more constricted, and his eyes gradually became dizzy.

Shang Yuxian's lips caught the corners of his wet eyes, and he responded tightly to his hug.

Once again, the young man realized how unfathomable a man is. He seems to be able to tolerate everything about himself, fierce, gentle, crazy, fierce, even unreasonable and rampant.It seems that as long as it is him, Shang Yuxian will completely indulge in the love he gives, and can't care about anything in the confusion of selflessness.

This life, maybe only exists to embrace him.

Shang Yuxian was panting badly, his hazy eyes gradually blurred, as if there was water vapor slowly engulfing him, he gasped and screamed uncontrollably, to the point where he had to bite one of his fingers and hold tightly with the other. Touching the edge of the kitchen counter, in the midst of Shen Lang's lightness and heavyness, his fingertips tightened and tightened, white and red.

"Do you know how seductive you are..."

"San Lang, I'm not a woman."

"I will make you live a more nourishing life than a woman, and you will be slippery all over, um, reverse growth baby."

"...It's pure nonsense."

San Lang held his hand to prevent him from biting it, "Call out," the voice was gentle as if to induce, he hugged his body and let him get close to him, pressed a deep kiss on his lips, and then softly kissed his neck , but the strength became heavier: "Baby, are you comfortable? Huh? Answer me."

"My... waist is about to break..." Shang Yuxian whimpered unbearably.

"Come on baby, hold me."

The young man hugged him and picked him up. How could he bear this, his whole body sank, and he cried out trembling for a while.

San Lang carried him into the depths of the kitchen, tore off a large piece of snow-white window screen, and spread it on the floor in the darkness behind the cabinet.

The two men hugged each other, and Shen Lang supported him. Shang Yuxian felt that he had been penetrated. He murmured, and suddenly felt that the belt of the apron covering his body was untied by him behind his back, and the hem of his clothes was lifted up.

The naked man had nowhere to hide, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and he buried his blushing face into the young man's neck.

San Lang got in, covered his head with the apron, and was close to Shang Yuxian's body, kissing his heart recklessly, feeling his heart beating violently with his lips.

His heartbeat became more and more violent, and he kissed more and more wildly, kissing his lover purple all over, and even begging seemed like a wave.

The man's vivid and alluring body suddenly blooms in the youth's love.

Shang Yuxian's fingertips penetrated into San Lang's pajamas, and clasped his back tightly. With his more and more violent ups and downs, his ten fingers became more and more forceful, until he felt a hot rush when he passed the apex several times. On the top of his head, he couldn't help but groaned, and cried out like never before. He buried his face in the young man's shoulder, and bit his neck hard, leaving blood-red scratches on his back muscles.

San Lang hugged him distressedly, heard the unbearable humming in his ears, felt his lover melt into his embrace little by little, and followed him in dizzy waves.

At that moment, San Lang had a hallucination, as if his soul was soaring into the sky, he saw that he was being swallowed by him.

firefly.praying mantis.Starscream.

After seducing the male, it will directly eat the mate.

even so.

San Lang stared deeply at the man in front of him.

Even so, she is still obsessed with him, becomes one with him wholeheartedly, and is willing to indulge in love with him.

I will not regret it in this life.

Even after a hundred years, death will not separate us.