After being teased by a half-breed brother

"Qingyang told a story. It turned out that he had a friend who was a sculptor. This friend loved sculpture very much. As long as he had inspiration, no matter when and where, he would take out his portable tools and keep making sculptures on the marble. Carving, one day, inspiration came from a dream, he took out a knife and started to carve...Then, he never woke up again."

The story is indeed true.

Goyle asked, "Why didn't you wake up?"

Liao Zefan rested his chin, looked at him, remembered the picture of the sculptor, sighed, and continued in a deep voice, "He thought he woke up, but he was still in a dream. What he said was holding a stone to carve, It's just that the knife was scratched on my body one by one."

The story, indeed, is heavy, heavy...but what does Gower matter?

Was he afraid that he would commit suicide with a paintbrush?

Gore, "So, are you afraid that I... will use the paint as a shower gel?"

Liao Zefan put down the red wine, lowered his head and rubbed his temples, and nodded.

Sometimes it's tiring to go all out to tell a lie, and it's tiring to think with the lower body of Biltmore.

Gore saw the tiredness in his eyes, walked to his side worriedly, knelt down, put one hand on his back, patted him lightly, looked at him, and said with concern, "Are you okay?" ?”

Just after taking a bath, Gore was still wearing a bathrobe, and now Liao Zefan was able to see the white snow muscle on Gore's chest. After taking a bath and resting, his skin color has returned to the original snow porcelain skin.

Unlike someone with wheat-colored skin~~~ old arms and old legs, the metabolism is not good.

Sometimes it’s really not good to refuse to accept the old.

Gore took a bath and added cooling oil, the extremely cool, faint breath on his body was exceptionally clear, so close, Liao Zefan smelled it, and this smell was very attractive to him.

Knowing that this smell is a trouble and a temptation to him, but smelling this smell, his hands still don't listen to him, and he keeps touching his hands into the man's bathrobe, feeling the coolness~~ ~~The corner of his mouth slowly opened into a smile.

Damn, die and die!

"Wait!"

His hand was sliding slowly, feeling the breath that made him extremely comfortable, Galte was puzzled, and pressed the moving hand on his chest, his eyes were full of concern, "Sir, You... let's take a rest first."

He raised his eyelids, but saw someone's wheat-colored skin, and the lingering scars from last night. He wondered if he should wait for Liao Zefan to recover.

Gore didn't mean anything else, but Liao Zefan's sperm is on his head now, but there was a meaning of mocking him in his words.

Of course, he became even more energetic, aroused his fighting spirit, and threw the man on the bed in the bedroom without any explanation.

He touched Gore's slightly cool lips, pinched his waist lightly with the other hand, lowered his voice, and first suppressed his desire, ".Tell you, a man is not good at this, but Very dangerous."

"I do not......"

Gore is a man, why doesn't he know, he can say anything about a man, but he can't say that he is incompetent.

He really didn't mean that. He wanted to explain it properly, but a hot breath from all over his body came to his face and blocked his lips.

Explain, and explain the fart.

.....The two people who are confused and infatuated now are speaking with unclear provocation and ambiguity.

Gore touched Liao Zefan's face, with a slight smile on his mouth, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I delay Mr. Liao's trip to Las Vegas, why don't I make a bet with you?"

Liao Zefan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the face in front of him who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Yes, what are you betting on?"

Gore clung to his ear, his voice was very soft and soft, "Let's bet, if I pick it off, will I have your child!"

A scorching air flow spread to all parts of the body along the open pores. Liao Zefan did spin around for a while, but he couldn't stop spinning. He often walked by the river, which was completely a reaction of inertial thinking.

He immediately grabbed Gore's hand, raised his hand above his head, and looked at him with a smile, "Farewell, I can't afford to bet on this."

Saying that, the two kissed again~~~~