two or three days of birthday

I opened the door with my room card, and he stepped in before he stepped in. I inserted the card into the electricity access slot on the wall. Before I could turn on the light, I was hugged from behind by him, and his hands tightened around my neck. Waist, head drooping on my shoulders, face sideways, warm breath sprayed into the hollow of my neck.I didn't move and let him hold me like this. In the dark, he said that Head & Shoulders smells so delicious, and there was incredible surprise in his lazy tone, as if he didn't use Head & Shoulders.

I turned my back against the wall and hugged him face to face in the dark, he still turned his face sideways and sprayed hot air into my neck, and his body, which was always pure and ascetic, was teased by him like this.The hug was not too tight, he seemed dissatisfied, and arched towards me, so the two bodies were tightly pressed together, and there was something wrong underneath, it wasn't me, it was him.

I lifted his face and held it in my hands, "You..."

With the light coming in from the window, I saw his eyes were moist and crystal clear like morning dew, he looked at me shyly and shyly, and said with a hoarse mouth: "Let's...do it."

I kissed him and threw him on the bed, with both hands up and down...

From my trouser pocket, I took out the things I bought at an unsold adult supplies store just now, and then I started to make clouds and rain.Although the fire of desire has already extinguished me, there is still a sliver of rationality to feel sorry for him, knowing to coax him when he should be coaxed, to be gentle when he should be gentle, and to be gentle when he should be gentle.

Does it hurt...

Just say it hurts, don't bear it...

I'm afraid of hurting you...

I'm careful, don't be nervous...

Our relationship in bed is the exact opposite of our age, he is willing to be the one below, giving everything to me.

He said: "You've always been so kind to me, if it's gone in the future, how do you want me to get used to it?"

Suddenly, my heart tightened suddenly, and I said it as if it was our last night, so he was shameless and did everything he could to linger with me.

"Then why don't I give you a chance to 'get used to'?" I said.

He chuckled and said, "If others see you like this, will they re-examine you and change their evaluation of you?"

People who know me say that I am too cold-tempered. This is true. Even I laugh at myself in my heart: "In my life, I have no interest in and affection for this person. , no wonder I don’t have any friends.” In fact, he is the same, his friend once said to him: “Don’t think he is an easy-going person, he is polite and modest in his dealings with others, but he is a little indifferent to things outside of him. It seems that the whole country’s jubilation or the world’s chaos can’t affect his appearance at all, let alone he can be moved by it.” Yes, but it doesn’t seem to be the case at all, because I know this person is real She is very good and kind, but her personality is a bit introverted and a little dull, she doesn't care about fame and wealth, she doesn't fight or grab, she doesn't make noise, and she is quiet in the crowd so that she won't attract others' attention.So I nicknamed him "Hidden Master".He didn't say anything about the nickname, but accepted it readily.

I remember when I read the novel "Lonely City Closed", the introduction of the novel read: Which would you choose, a relationship with love and no sex or a marriage with sex and no love?At the beginning, I was so moved by the tragedy of love between Mr. Liang and the princess in the book. I couldn’t help myself for a while, so that I felt unwilling and painful at one time. I wrote a book review for the first time, writing——I can’t hold hands and look at each other , and can't try to make a bed with each other.After I finished writing it, I showed it to him, and he said that my temperament was a bit like Liang Huaiji.I said I didn't think you looked like Princess Yan.

Now that I think about it, he and I are considered lucky. Although we can't get married, at least we're not so bad that we can't share the same bed.We did everything we should and shouldn't do.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower, I stretched my legs to hook his trousers at the end of the bed, took out a box from the trouser pocket, opened it and took out the two small rings inside, I have always trusted his aesthetic standards.Two sterling silver rings were spread out in the palm of his hand, small and exquisite, smooth and moist.I put the men's one on my ring finger, looked at it over and over, and liked it in every possible way.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, I stretched out my hand to pull him, and he immediately frowned and "hissed".In the end it was still hurt, I hurried to see it, but he refused to let it go, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt if I just sit still."

I didn't dare to touch him anymore, carefully pulled out his hand and put the women's one on him, he leaned in my arms and let me play with it, he was extraordinarily quiet and clingy this night.

The two ring-wearing hands were entangled, and I said, "We have made a private decision for life."

After I took a shower, I went to the lobby of the hotel to ask for a cup of hot water and came back. I still had a cold.

After taking the medicine, he picked up a piece of candy he bought in the morning on the table, tore off the paper cloth and fed it into his mouth, chewing the light milky aroma of the candy filled his mouth, and suddenly wanted to do something...

I tore another one and put it in my mouth, bit it in half with my teeth, walked towards him and bent down, pinched his chin so that he couldn't move, leaned over, and gave him the other half of candy mouth.

"Don't be too dirty, good things, let's share them together."

"I've eaten all your saliva."

"It's so sweet." I'm talking about candy, I'm talking about the love between two people, and I'm talking about his body.

He understood, he was embarrassed, pretended to be angry and pushed me aside, I got up and happily continued to flirt with my life: "Could it be that I was not satisfied with being angry just now? Or do I want to turn my face and deny anyone after eating it all?"

"Ouch" I couldn't live without committing a crime, I was kicked out of bed by someone.

The next day, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the hotel after training.

I don't have a room card, so I called him, but he didn't answer after several calls.I was a little worried and flustered because he usually doesn't answer my calls. "Could it be... Already gone?" I really admire my wild thinking.

Called again, finally connected, I asked where he was.He hung up the phone without saying a word, and I heard the sound of the door lock, and the door was pulled open from the inside.

I asked him why he didn't answer the phone, which made me very worried.He said he fell asleep and didn't hear his phone vibrate.I asked him if he was tired last night.He said no, he was just bored by himself, and could only sleep to pass the time and wait for me to come back.

I asked him again if he had lunch, and he said I was not in the mood to eat.Those few words made me feel very distressed at the time, so I quickly asked him to wash his face, change his clothes and take him out to look for food.

I have a natural and hard-to-get-out problem, that is, I always save the best for last, but I can bring the worst ahead of time.Just like when I was poor when I was a child, it was rare to eat delicious food once. I always saved the best one for last and ate the worst one first. When I was full, I could no longer eat delicious food, so I could only save it for the next meal. But I don’t always have a long memory, and I have always brought this habit into my adulthood, and even subtly affected my attitude towards things.So I took him out for dinner, seeing him looking lazy and listless, and thinking that he was leaving early tomorrow morning, I pulled out the worst emotions in advance and melted them to the maximum for no reason.

I'm not hungry, and he doesn't seem to have much appetite either. I accompany him and he and I ate something casually, and then we went back to the hotel. We hugged and cuddled each other, cherishing the little time left.

I lay beside him and fell asleep in a daze. I didn't fall asleep because I felt him kiss me. When I woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the night outside the window was vast.

He is not by my side. He is sitting on the table by the window, with two slender legs stepping on the ground, wearing glasses, and reading "Story of the Sahara" in both hands.

"Have you finished yet?" I asked him.

"woke up."

I checked the time on my phone, got up, walked over to sit next to him, and asked him, "Want to have supper?"

"Don't eat," he said, put down the book, went to the TV cabinet, took a carton of milk and handed it to me.

I have the habit of drinking milk every day, and he has always known it.I took it, plugged in the straw, and started to drink. When I was about to finish drinking, suddenly my childlike innocence was still there, and I bit the straw and blew in, making the milk in it gurgling.

"I'm still playing this at this age." He was amused when he heard the grunt.

"It's fun." I also laughed, put my arms around him, stretched out my fingers to stroke his chin and earlobes, and said affectionately, "You are like milk, and then I will suck you all into my stomach." .” At the end, the smile became more and more evil.

"Good soil, can you say it a little bit more literary and artistic?"

This man... I've seen him blushing again, but he still thinks my love talk is rustic.I leaned close to his ear, and intentionally or unintentionally touched his earlobe, feeling his body tightening slowly in my arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are green and white water. , I am a purple sand drum pot, your three thousand weak waters boil my radius rivers and lakes." I badly thought that this time you have nothing to choose, if it is so sweet, you will not be moved to a mess and you will be moved to tears .

I succeeded, I saw him really cry, but I don't want to see him cry.Because he cried because he had other emotions besides being moved by me.Seeing his bright smile, I feel nothing but happiness.But seeing him crying with complicated thoughts, I still have nothing to do. I can't think of words of comfort, so I can only hug him and give him support. I can't do anything else until he recovers by himself.He obviously has something on his mind, but he just doesn't say it.

"Curling down, pour me into two-thirds of your cup, and fill the empty one-third shallow cup, let you do what you want, the depth is up to you, hey, boo up to you, I pour it into your drink Do it all, and then make another way, and continue to be your half-green and white water."

I suddenly petrified, this person actually connected!What an amazingly talented person.

I hugged him tightly and kissed him madly, but I didn't have any sexual impulses, I just felt sorry for him. He obviously understood me so well and hated me so much, but why he still kept his mind hidden and didn't tell me.I sucked, sucked and stirred mercilessly in his mouth with a feeling of depression, and screamed in my heart: "What should I do with you?"

Tears couldn't stop drilling into his collar, wet his cheeks, and soak his hair on the sideburns. I curled up in his arms and cried faintly.The atmosphere instantly froze too heavy and too weird, he finally stopped pretending to be safe, and when he closed his eyes, the tears flowed down his cheeks, and he began to cry softly.

After I finished crying, he was also tired from crying, and he fell asleep peacefully, sleeping next to me.