you are my uncle

Liu Jiming's face was full of black lines, and he could see that this man was starting to go crazy with alcohol, so he hurriedly supported Zhaoming who was staggering with a smile, and tugged, a red string fell out of the collar of Zhaoming's clothes, and a red string was hanging on it. A small key.

It can be said that it takes no effort to get it.

Liu Jiming picked up the key with a complicated expression, opened the lock, and dragged the person in.

After Liu Jiming put Zhaoming on the sofa, he went to the bathroom to put hot water on him. Zhaoming smelled very badly of alcohol.

While letting the water go, Liu Jiming thought in a bad mood: I have never taken care of anyone so wholeheartedly in my life, he Zhaoming is the uncle, and he is the uncle of Liu Jiming.

After putting away a jar of hot water, he turned around and found Zhaoming standing behind him with bare feet, "Are you awake? Wash yourself." Liu Jiming showed his unique airs in front of Zhaoming.

Zhaoming didn't look at him, as if he didn't hear what he said, and started to undress with a slack eye.

Liu Jiming inexplicably stopped on his heels, and watched Zhaoming take off his clothes expressionlessly.

Coat, underwear, trousers...a smooth and muscular upper body, and two slender and straight legs.

When Zhaoming started to put his hand on the top of his underwear and tried to pull it down, Liu Jiming suddenly came back to his senses, and walked out of the bathroom quickly. When he reached the door, he couldn't help turning his head, and what he saw was Zhaoming and other people with different skin colors. A slightly different big white butt stepped into the bathtub with one leg across.

Liu Jiming only felt his blood surging, and then he turned his head and bumped into the bathroom door frame unexpectedly. Probably he had never experienced such a shame in his life. Liu Jiming swears for the first time, "Fuck." Then he blushed and went to the sofa .

After sitting down and calming down for a while, he went to find a change of clothes for Zhaoming. When he reached the door of Zhaoming's room, he hesitated for a while, but went in anyway.

Zhaoming's room was completely different from the two times he had seen it before, although he didn't enter the room the first time he came.

Different from the neat and orderly at that time, the room at this time was a bit messy, and there were several puppets piled up on the bed, like a child's sleeping room.

Liu Jiming couldn't help laughing, and went to the closet to find Zhaoming's pajamas.He took a set randomly, and found the pajamas he wore last time in the inner part. At that time, Zhao Ming said that he would throw it away, but at this time it was ironed and hung on the innermost side of the closet.

Liu Jiming also took out the set of pajamas, feeling quite happy.

After waiting in the living room for a while, he walked to the door of the bathroom and knocked on the door, "Have you finished washing?"

No one in the bathroom responded.

Liu Jiming was a little anxious, but Zhaoming was still drunk, maybe something happened?

"I'm in." He pushed open the bathroom door.

Sure enough, Zhaoming fell asleep in the bathtub, leaning his head against the edge of the bathtub, propping up the sides of the bathtub with his hands, squinting his eyes and breathing steadily.

Liu Jiming hung up the dry clothes, and fished Zhaoming out of the half-cold water.

He hugged the wet person and started to wipe.

"Well... don't touch me..." Zhao Ming pushed him away.

Liu Jiming was already agitated by Zhao Ming's nakedness, but this person didn't cooperate with him to dry himself, rubbed and wriggled everywhere, so he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said viciously: "If you don't obey me, I'll fuck you. "

It is also rare that the calm and self-sufficient President Liu will say such words that make people blush and heartbeat without being a gentleman. Adding the previous swearing, this is swearing twice in one night. One knows that half of one's jaw must be frightened.

While rubbing against the person and wiping it, it took a long time until it was completely dry. He put on pajamas for Zhaoming again with a simmering fire, carried the person and walked into the room aggressively, but when he reached the bedside, he put on his pajamas The man put it down lightly and smoothed out the corners of the quilt.

Zhaoming's hair was still wet and wet the pillow, Liu Jiming was a little guilty, he remembered the last time he was lying on the sofa with wet pillows, Zhaoming looked unhappy, hesitated for a while, and started looking for a hair dryer.

The hair dryer was placed on the bedside table, which was very convenient. Liu Jiming lifted Zhaoming's head, rested it on his lap, plugged in the hair dryer, and turned on the switch to dry his hair.

Zhaoming's hair was soft and comfortable to the touch.Like the former Zhaoming, soft and obedient, Liu Jiming suddenly missed the former Zhaoming very much, the Zhaoming who always smiled at him and treated him well in every possible way.

After drying his head, he nostalgicly spread his five fingers to run through Zhaoming's hair. He missed Zhaoming's quiet and well-behaved appearance very much.When he was awake, Zhao Ming would only be angry with him, and would not smile at him.

Liu Jiming played with Zhaoming's hair for a while and then went to take a shower. When changing clothes for Zhaoming, his whole body was wet.

After taking a shower, he naturally put on the pajamas that Zhaoming prepared for him last time. After putting them on, he stretched out his arms and smelled the clothes. It was the same smell as Zhaoming's body, and he liked it very much.

He returned to Zhaoming's room, stood at the head of the bed and looked at Zhaoming, who was sleeping soundly holding a cat puppet, and occasionally hummed once or twice. After thinking for a while, he looked at the puppet lying on the bed. Picking things up and hugging her arms full, she went out and threw them on the sofa, then returned to the room, took off her shoes and squeezed onto the bed.

The bed was not very big, Zhaoming moved his body in dissatisfaction, or squeezed him, trying to squeeze the big object beside him, Liu Jiming stretched out his hand, grabbed the restless body, and touched it. The puppet he was still holding in his arms pulled it over and threw it off the bed, Zhaoming opened his arms dissatisfied and wanted to hug the puppet back, Liu Jiming sent himself there, Zhaoming embraced it contentedly hold his chest. "Sleep." He also hugged Zhaoming tightly in his arms.

Zhaoming soon fell into a drowsy and sound sleep again. Liu Jiming looked at him, couldn't help but brushed away the limp hair on Zhaoming's forehead, and kissed lightly, "Good night."

The author has something to say

Just talk and don't fuck, Liu Jiming, you coward!