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Su Xing treated He Chi's forehead injury.

The wound was not too deep, but it was not small. The scar stretched from the temple to the center of the eyebrow.

He first twisted a towel to wipe off the blood stains on He Chi's face and neck, and then used a cotton swab to remove the soot around the wound bit by bit.

He Chi sat on the sofa, and Su Xing stood between his legs.

He held Su Xingyi tightly with both hands, and looked up at Su Xing's face.

After clearing the soot, Su Xing threw the cotton swab into the trash can, turned around to get medical alcohol, but He Chi grabbed his clothes, and he couldn't even take a step.

"Let go." Su Xing patted He Chi's shoulder lightly.

"Where are you going?" He Chi asked.

"Take alcohol and disinfect it for you." Su Xing said.

"Oh." He Chi nodded.

Only then did he obediently let go of his hand, but his eyes followed Su Xing closely, without taking his eyes off him for a second.

When Su Xing came back with the alcohol from the small drawer of the TV cabinet, He Chi grabbed it again with both hands.

His behavior was no different from that of a baby begging for milk. Su Xing couldn't help but patted the top of He Chi's head and asked, "Why are you grabbing me?"

He Chi said: "Just now I felt like I was thrown away, like a piece of trash."

When he said this, his tone was not heavy, and he even smiled a little, as if he didn't care at all.

Su Xing could hear the slight tremor in his voice.

He dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and gently wiped around the wound, then looked down, looked into He Chi's eyes, and said seriously: "Who said you are trash? You are my treasure. Don't be afraid, I won't leave you behind."

His voice was soft but firm, as if making a solemn promise.

The place where a gap was made before was wrapped in layers of soft feathers, and the ugly and hideous wound was gradually healed.

He Chi hugged Su Xing's waist tightly, with great strength, his fingers sank into the flesh, pinching a red mark on it.

Su Xing didn't seem to notice the pain at all, and asked He Chi, "Did it hurt just now?"

"It hurts," He Chi's voice was still hoarse, "It's such a big ashtray, it hits it with a bang..."

"Don't do this again. Next time, remember to avoid it." Su Xing interrupted him and said seriously, "Don't get hurt again, okay?"

He Chi pursed his lips and said nothing, the air suddenly became quiet, and the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

After a while, he let out a hoarse "hmm" from his throat.

Su Xing carefully sterilized the wound, and finally took a piece of Band-Aid and pasted it on.He held He Chi's face, looked at it blankly for a while, then nodded in satisfaction, leaned over and kissed He Chi's brow, and said in a coaxing tone, "It's fine now, so handsome."

He Chi's frowning brows were completely relaxed, he put his arms around Su Xing's waist and brought him towards him, buried his face in Su Xing's belly and rubbed it a few times, and asked coquettishly, "Where's my birthday present?"

Su Xing casually pointed to the coffee table and said, "There."

He Chi glanced over there, a pink cake box.

He hugged Su Xing tightly, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What else?"

Su Xing knelt on the sofa with one foot to keep his balance, shrugged and said, "It's gone."

He Chi bit Su Xing's belly, and lightly ground his teeth twice on the flesh, before saying viciously, "No, more."

Su Xing was tickled by him, smiled and pushed He Chi away, and said, "Don't rub it on me, it stinks, go take a shower."

"Give me a coming-of-age ceremony after taking a shower?"

Su Xing sat down on the coffee table with an indifferent face, raised his legs, pointed to the cake box and said, "Whatever, you can open it now."

He Chi stared at Su Xing, but Su Xing was not moved at all, and picked up the phone to swipe on the screen.

He Chi snorted, turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Don't get water on the wound." Su Xing reminded behind him.

He Chi raised his head and stood under the shower, carefully covering his forehead with one palm.

He opened his eyes in the steaming water vapor, his eyes were hazy and he couldn't see anything clearly, but his mind became exceptionally clear.

He clearly remembered the way Guan Xinxin looked at him, as if looking at a hated enemy.

He could have dodged the ashtray when it hit him, but he didn't.

Guan Xinxin raised the ashtray with trembling hands, roared and smashed it hard at him.

This scene is like a cassette movie, playing in slow motion in his mind repeatedly.

——Who said you are rubbish?You are my treasure.

The theater lights suddenly turned on, the movie screen stopped abruptly, and a clear voice came in.

As the warm water flowed across his chest, He Chi laughed silently.

All right, trash is trash, he just needs to be one's treasure.

After washing off the smell of cigarettes, He Chi wrapped a bath towel around his waist, put a dry towel on his head, and opened the door.

He Chi lowered his head and wiped it carelessly with a towel, his bangs were dripping water, he shook his head, his eyes froze when he opened his eyes.

He first saw a pair of feet, with neatly manicured nails and round toes, which rarely showed some sensuality on his body.Looking up, I saw the well-shaped ankles, and then the smooth calves, thin but not dry, with just the right sense of strength for a young man.

It's Su Xing.

It was Su Xing standing in front of him.

It was Su Xing standing in front of him wearing a loose shirt.

It was Su Xing who stood in front of him wearing a loose shirt and nothing else.

He Chi seemed to be hit by a cannonball that fell out of nowhere. He was dazed at first, and sentences appeared in front of him jumping and combining.

Before he had time to figure out the meaning of this long series of sentences, his eyes moved a step faster than his consciousness, and he kept staring at Su Xing.

Su Xing was wearing He Chi's black shirt, counting down from the neckline, there were three buttons unbuttoned.

He Chi's throat tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Su Xing's shirt collar was loosely tilted to one side, and the lines of his neck were graceful and smooth, which was the most perfect work of the artist.Half of the shoulders were exposed in the air, very thin, very thin, but terribly sexy.

The hem of the shirt could barely cover the thighs, Su Xing's skin was almost pale against the pure black background, his legs were straight and slender, extraordinarily slender, but none of the bones were sharp.

Su Xing's eyes were soft, maybe it was because the smell of mint in the air was too sweet, and his usual sharp handsomeness softened a bit.He bent his eyebrows, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye jumped violently in He Chi's pupil.

"If the calculation is correct, it will be before the estrus." He said.

The smell of mint drilled into He Chi's nasal cavity bit by bit, and then penetrated every cell in his body.He felt his fingertips start to feel tight and hot, his temples throbbed uncontrollably, and his breathing began to become cloudy.

He's seducing me, He Chi thought.

He knows that I have no resistance to him, so how dare he come to seduce me.

He Chi opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat was terribly tight, and he could only exhale scalding air.

Then, Su Xing tilted his head and smiled. There was a wonderful innocence in his expression, but also naked seduction without concealment.

He stretched out his right hand in front of He Chi, lifted up the sleeve of his shirt, tied a black ribbon on his wrist, and tied a rough bow.

"The coming-of-age ceremony can be unpacked." Su Xing said.

He Chi shook off the towel on his head, bangs half covered his eyes, his eyes sank little by little.

The smell of Alpha pheromone became stronger and stronger, and He Chi looked as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

Su Xing felt that the air became thinner, and the bitter smell of black coffee made his nose hot. He moved his toes impatiently, leaned his knees together, and rubbed each other imperceptibly.

Under the absolute suppression of the pheromone, Su Xing instinctively wanted to escape, but the person in front of him was He Chi, and today was his birthday.

Su Xing took a small half step forward, and unbuttoned the fourth button. The soft shirt was slid down a little more on the shoulders, and half of the collarbone was completely exposed in the air, as if to pierce the flesh. Dedicated to him unreservedly.

"Happy birthday."

Su Xing lowered his eyes and said softly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings, fluttering across He Chi's chest.

"Don't scratch me," He Chi said in his heart, "Don't scratch me again."

"Do you want me?" Su Xing then asked.

There was a bit of caution in his voice, but he didn't flinch or dodge in the slightest. The raised ending sound lingered in He Chi's ear several times, as if the fuse had finally been lit.

With a sound of "bang--", the shell in his head exploded, and the blood all over his body rushed to one place, and He Chi's whole body was instantly immersed in the fiery magma.

The bath towel wrapped around her waist was pushed into an abrupt shape, and then slid down.

He Chi took a step forward and stepped on two wet footprints on the ground. His fiery palm reached into the hem of his loose shirt and stuck to Su Xing's back.

There was nothing under Su Xing's shirt.The hem hung on He Chi's arm, revealing half of his bare buttocks.

He Chi slid his hands down, supported Su Xing's buttocks and pulled towards him violently.

His stiff and hot organ was pressed against Su Xing's leg, and his eyes were full of straightforward and naked lust.Su Xing was caught off guard, and the smell of Alpha pheromone hit him in the face. His legs softened, and he almost instinctively stretched out his arms to wrap around He Chi's neck.

It was not a heart beating in his chest, but a vigorous flame.

The fire burned hotter and hotter, until every bone in his body was softened and melted.

He Chi was the one who ignited the fire. He lowered his body and pressed against Su Xing's lower abdomen.Su Xing felt the shape and heat of that thing through a thin layer of shirt.

It's big, hot, and hard.

Su Xing couldn't think of more adjectives, all the consciousness in his brain was grabbed by it domineeringly.

He leaned on He Chi's shoulders, his body was rocked back and forth, and he began to bow backwards. He Chi held his hips firmly and pulled him back. The thing scratched his lower abdomen and supported his ribs at the top. position below.

Behind Su Xing is a floor-to-ceiling mirror, which reflects Su Xing's current appearance.He leaned softly on his body, the base of his ears was red, his round buttocks were completely controlled under his palm, and he was kneading them heavily, the buttocks were pinched red and deformed between his fingers.

The visual stimulation was too strong, He Chishuang's scalp tightened, and he accelerated the movement of his lower body.

Su Xing tensed his lower abdomen, and through the thin shirt, he seemed to be able to feel the raised lines of every vein on that thing.

Panting heavily, He Chi backed away slightly, and Su Xing panted, resting his head on He Chi's shoulder, and opened his eyes in dizziness.

The tip of He Chi's genitals secreted a transparent mucus, which scraped on the black shirt, and when the tip left the shirt, an ambiguous silk thread was pulled out.

What a... mess...

Su Xing couldn't help laughing.

He Chi pinched the back of Su Xing's neck with one hand, forcing him to raise his head to kiss him, while the other hand poked in along the buttocks.

It was already drenched, and the sticky liquid made a staining sound when stirred by the fingertips.

He Chifa sucked Su Xing's lips fiercely, two fingers invaded the most sensitive place behind him, and he felt a severe discomfort the moment his body was opened.

Su Xing opened his eyes suddenly, He Chi pressed his neck even harder to prevent him from escaping, and gently scratched his palate with his tongue.

Su Xing gradually got used to He Chi's rhythm. The water flowed down He Chi's fingers, and his legs were slippery and sticky. His body was like a water balloon filled with water, shaking and about to explode.

He Chi put the tip of Su Xing's tongue in his mouth, coaxing him vaguely: "My dear, don't be afraid, my dear..."

Su Xing gradually relaxed in his deep voice, and He Chi's two fingers moved in and out more smoothly.

He Chi let go of the hand that was clamping the back of his neck, and unbuttoned the remaining two shirt buttons, and his penis finally stuck to Su Xing's skin without hindrance.

so hot...so hot...

Su Xing only had a little consciousness remaining, and felt that He Chi was going to burn him.

Another thing hit the acupuncture point behind him, before Su Xing could react, he twitched violently inside, and He Chi inserted his third finger!

Su Xing raised his head, and let out a sob in his throat.

Squeezing his inner wall with his fingers, Su Xing couldn't help convulsing, as if trying to drive the tyrannical intruder away.But following He Chi Qianqian's thrusting, the sound of water seemed to be reluctant to stay.

He Chi held Su Xing's Adam's apple in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue revolved around it.

Su Xing's hot and humid inner wall tightly twisted his fingers, which made his lower body ache, wishing he could rush in immediately and release it in his body.

But he can't.

Omega's first sexual experience is crucial, it's his star and he wants the best for him.

Beads of sweat appeared on He Chi's forehead, and he pecked and kissed Su Xing's neck and ears, comforting him vaguely: "Baby, don't be afraid...it's me, I'm here... ..."

Su Xing had no time to take care of all this. The three fingers in his body were inserted deeper and faster. He pressed his hands against He Chi's chest, and his fingertips sank deeply.

"My star... my baby..."

Feeling the softening of Su Xing's body, He Chi was finally willing to pull his fingers out of his body.Wet liquid was dripping between the fingers, and He Chi quickly stroked his genitals a few times, the liquid covered the slightly red columnar organ.

He turned Su Xing over to face the floor-to-ceiling mirror, supported Su Xing's knees with both hands, and hugged Su Xing in front of the mirror in a posture of urinating for a child.

This posture was too shameful, Su Xing closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently.

"Hey, Xingxing is good..." He Chi licked his earlobe patiently and seduced, "You like it too, don't you? Be good, open your eyes and see..."

Under his bewitchment, Su Xing opened his eyes in a strange way.

In the mirror, his cheeks and lips were bright red, and the corners of his eyes were also red, as if he was about to bleed.He was wearing an open black shirt on his upper body, revealing his white chest and lower abdomen, and his lower body was completely naked, with a delicately shaped front standing tremblingly, and a drop of transparent mucus came out of the small hole at the top.

His buttocks were wet, and more water flowed down, dripping from the buttocks onto He Chi's cock.

He Chi's thick and long one stood upright arrogantly, darker and thicker than his, with blue veins protruding from it, and the umbrella end was dangerously touching the center of his leg.

Su Xing couldn't bear such stimulation, and let out a moan from his mouth.

"Do you like it?" He Chi asked, "Do you like it, baby?"

The entrance behind him became empty, Su Xing felt that he was broken, he had a hole, and He Chilai urgently needed to fill it.

He stared dreamily at the mirror, gasped and nodded.

He Chi let out a low laugh, put Su Xing down, put him in a kneeling position facing the mirror, pinched his waist, and raised his hips.

He knelt behind Su Xing, pointed the top of his genitals at the red muddy entrance behind Su Xing, bent down and clasped the back of Su Xing's head, and turned his head towards the mirror.

"Look baby, look," he growled, "look how I got into you!"