Brother Qing, who said that he would not cook soup for Han Yang, returned to the main house the next day, repeated Han Yang's words to Aunt Zhou, and asked her what went wrong.
Aunt Zhou laughed and said, "Master, I've been a cook for half my life, and my craftsmanship is definitely better than yours."
"Then what should I do?" He Lianqing frowned.
"Just try it a few more times. I have already prepared the materials at noon." Aunt Zhou laughed and joked, "I wonder if the young master has patience?"
"Why don't you just stew the soup?" He Lianqing said with an expressionless face, but in his heart, he fryed Han Yang's little dried salted fish over and over again.
Aunt Zhou said, "Okay, then, I'll teach you what to do today. Today's is..."
"Pepper pork belly soup." He Lianqing said.
"Yes." Aunt Zhou smiled and explained the prepared materials to He Lianqing one by one.
Because there were too many soups to learn, He Lianqing simply took a notebook and wrote it down, and recorded the amount of ingredients needed for each soup separately.
The housekeeper looked at his young master who was humbly studying, and sighed sincerely: Coaxing his wife is really not easy!
He Lianqing brought the stewed soup back that night. As soon as Han Yang opened the thermos, he could smell the strong aroma. The pork belly and pepper were mixed together, and the soup that had been stewed for three hours had a strong taste, but it was very suitable for drinking in winter.
"How is it?" He Lianqing asked aloud after seeing Han Yang taking a sip of soup.
"It's good, but the taste is a bit strong." Han Yang said.
"Pepper?" He Lianqing took a sip and decided to use less next time.
"Yeah, but it's pretty good." Han Yang said and took another sip.
That's more or less. Helianqing thought to herself.
When Han Yang finished drinking and was about to add a little more, He Lianqing stopped him and said, "Don't drink it. Next time, let them put in less pepper."
"It's alright, the master also worked hard to cook the soup, so it was a waste." Han Yang said.
"It's good to know." He Lianqing said so, but still stopped Han Yang from pouring the soup.
"What?" Han Yang didn't hear what he said.
"Nothing, eat." Helianqing said.
"Okay." Han Yang nodded and continued to eat.
He Lianqing brought soup every day for the next week, and one day Han Yang couldn't help but ask him, "Is the new chef practicing his craft every day?"
He Lianqing paused while eating: "Why do you care so much?"
"I just think it's too much trouble. Aunt Su and the others are not here, and they have to trouble the master to help me make soup every day." Han Yang said embarrassedly. "Actually, we can cook it by ourselves."
"Just treat him as full." He Lianqing said impatiently.
"..." Han Yang was speechless.
"Remember to be grateful." He Lianqing reminded him.
"Yes, yes, Master Helian." Han Yang said.
Uncle Helian was very satisfied with the interesting Han Xianyu, and added some soup to him: "Reward you."
"Thank you for the reward." Han Yang said, with a smile in his eyes.
"Shut up." He Lianqing reprimanded, "You are going to heaven now, right? Call again and try."
Han Yang stuck out his tongue and bowed his head to eat happily.
**
Han Yang was stopped by the instructor when he was finishing get out of class at noon, and the two went downstairs together.
The tutor said: "The previous project bonus has come down, and I will hit your card back."
Han Yang nodded: "Okay, thank you teacher."
The tutor waved his hand: "You're welcome, it's been a long time, take a good rest."
Han Yang smiled and said, "It's not hard." He would also like to thank his mentor for giving him such an opportunity.
The instructor patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go back."
Han Yang nodded, "Goodbye, teacher."
Because there was no class in the afternoon, Han Yang went to the school cafeteria to have a meal and went home directly.
As soon as he returned, there was a message on his mobile phone indicating that the bank card had been credited, and the word "bonus" was remarked on it.
This time, the project has been busy for two months, and Han Yang has stayed up for many nights. Although it is tiring, the bonus amount is not bad and it is worth it.
Han Yang replied to the teacher that he had received the money, and then went to the study to turn on the computer. After turning it on, he opened a document called "Bill", which recorded the amount owed by his parents to He Lianqing.
Han Yang wrote down the amount of the bonus he just received. He had already written down a few sums, but in front of the huge amount of debts, these sums were just a drop in the bucket.
Han Yang opened the bank information on his mobile phone to check his deposit, and then saved some details in the document before saving it and closing it.
At this time, the phone next to her rang, and it was Mo Suya who called.
"Aunt Su." Han Yang closed the document and picked it up.
"Is Ayang at home?" Mo Suya asked.
"Yes, are you back?" Han Yang asked.
"Just got out of the airport, I'll drop by to pick you up for dinner later, see you later." Mo Suya smiled.
"Okay, see you later." Han Yang said.
After hanging up the phone, Han Yang called He Lianqing, but the other party showed that he could not be connected. Han Yang guessed that he was busy, so he packed up and waited for Mo Suya to come over.
Mo Suya arrived in about half an hour, along with Helian Cheng.
"Did Grandpa not come back?" Han Yang asked.
"Meeting an old friend, the old man said to stay for two more days." Mo Suya said, reaching out to straighten his collar, "It's so cold, why do you wear so much? Are the clothes warm enough? I'll go to add some thick ones with you tomorrow. ."
"Enough is enough, there is already a lot." Han Yang said hurriedly. Previously, He Lianqing had people order several sets of thicker down jackets, and then dragged him to buy a lot of clothes. Now half of the cabinets are occupied by his clothes.
"That's good, wear more clothes." Mo Suya said, "I didn't get through to Aqing just now. Haven't you been making trouble these days? Did he bully you?"
"No, it's fine." Han Yang said.
"Then I'm relieved. I brought you gifts, and I'll show you when I go back." Mo Suya said.
"Okay, thank you Aunt Su." Han Yang smiled.
Mo Suya brought back gifts for everyone, except He Lianqing and Han Yang, not even the old housekeeper and Aunt Zhou, including some servants Mo Suya also brought some chocolates to share with them. After distributing the gifts, Mo Suya and Helian Cheng went upstairs to pack up. Han Yang was bored sitting alone. Seeing Aunt Zhou was busy in the kitchen, he went over to help.
"Let me help." Han Yang wanted to help wash the vegetables, but he was startled by the little girl who was helping Aunt Zhou wash the vegetables, and he quickly put the vegetables aside and said, "No, no!"
"Then I can help you chop vegetables?" Han Yang asked.
"No, no!" The little girl shook her head sharply.
"That… "
"Master Ayang, don't scare her, just wait outside." Aunt Zhou smiled.
"I'm bored staying here." Han Yang also smiled.
"Then what soup do you want to drink today? Aunt Zhou will cook it for you." Aunt Zhou asked.
Hearing what she said, Han Yang remembered the chef who had been cooking soup for him this week, and asked, "Aunt Zhou, who is the new chef?"
"A new master?" Aunt Zhou asked in confusion.
"It's the one who has been cooking soup for me these days. I want to thank him. It's too much trouble for him," Han Yang said.
"Hey, I thought you were talking about who it was!" Aunt Zhou was delighted, "There are no new masters, those are all stewed by the young master. He comes back every day for me to teach him."
Han Yang was stunned and asked again, "Who did you just say?"
"Master Qing." Aunt Zhou said, "I said I want to nourish your stomach, come back every day and ask me how to do it, and I even took a lot of notes!"
It was He Lianqing who made soup for him this week? Still taking a large notebook? !
Han Yang was stunned, he didn't think about it at all! He suddenly seemed to be slapped by someone, and his mind was a little dazed.
No wonder these days when He Lianqing brought the soup back every day, he had to ask whether it was good or not. If he asked a question, his face would stink to the sky.
Did he make the soup
Seeing that he was silent, Aunt Zhou continued: "Every time you finish drinking, the young master will write down the question and let me teach him to adjust it according to your taste. How about it, are you still used to drinking it?"
"...Get used to it." Han Yang nodded, how could he not be used to such a mind.
"That's good." Aunt Zhou smiled and told him again, "Don't let the young master know that I said it, he is thin-skinned, and if he gets angry, he won't simmer!"
With Qinggege's temper, it is estimated that he will turn his face.
"I know." Han Yang nodded and asked again, "By the way, Aunt Zhou, where is the notebook you mentioned? Can you show it to me?"
"In the young master's room, go and get it yourself." Aunt Zhou said, He Lianqing came here every day, so he kept the notes here.
"Okay, thank you Aunt Zhou." Han Yang thanked Aunt Zhou and went upstairs.
"Aunt Zhou, is it really okay for you to expose the young master like this?" asked the little girl who helped wash the vegetables.
"What's the problem? If you don't expose it, there will be a problem." Aunt Zhou said, "Young master is a dead duck with a tough mouth. If I don't say it, Young Master Yang won't know, and the two of them don't know how big a circle they have to go around."
"So it is." The little girl nodded, "Jiang is still old and hot!"
"That's it!" Aunt Zhou said proudly.
Han Yang went to He Lianqing's room, and as soon as he entered, he saw the book on the table.
He went over to pick it up and opened it.
The first few pages of the book contained some scattered data and dates, which Han Yang guessed was handwritten by He Lianqing while he was working. He turned a few pages back and saw that one of the pages was written with dietary matters that need to be paid attention to. Below the precautions, there is also a small menu of tangerine peel pork ribs soup, pepper pork belly soup, Codonopsis and Astragalus mutton soup...
He had drunk all the soups mentioned above. He thought it was stewed by a new chef, but he didn't expect it to be He Lianqing.
When I turned back, I saw the notes that Aunt Zhou said. I wrote down several pages, and recorded in detail the amount of soup needed and the time needed for stewing the soup.
Some of the soups also have notes to reduce pepper, dried tangerine peel and other ingredients at the back. These soups were all suggested by Han Yang.
Han Yang suffered from cold in his stomach because of the cold when he was a child, so his stomach is cold all the year round. Because it is the root of the old disease, it is not easy to recover. He is busy with classes and part-time jobs to make money, so he doesn't have much thought to recover, so many times, even if it hurts, he just needs to take medicine and endure it.
He didn't even take this issue seriously, but he didn't expect anyone to do this for him.
A man like He Lianqing could actually wash his hands and make soup, and no one would believe him if he said it. Judging from what I've learned during this period, Han Yang has no doubt that before meeting him, He Lianqing hadn't even washed his chopsticks, let alone cooking soup.
However, he just did it, and wrote down several pages of notes, jotting down his tastes one by one.
At that moment, the pain in his heart was so great that Han Yang felt his eyes became uncontrollably sour. He blinked, trying to clear the fog, but to no avail. He simply covered his face with the book, and when he moved his hand, a piece of paper in it fell out.
Han Yang picked it up and saw that it was a business card.
—Chen Qingqing of Minsheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Center.
Han Yang inserted it back into the notebook, just turned to the middle page, and found that there was something written on it.
December 18, 20xx morning
Acupuncture and Moxibustion at Jiangshan Road Minsheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Center
December 19, 20xx morning
Acupuncture and Moxibustion at Jiangshan Road Minsheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Center
The time is exactly this weekend.
Han Yang suddenly remembered what He Lianqing said a few nights ago that he was going to take him out on the weekend. When he asked where he was going, He Lianqing didn't say anything, but looking at this record now, Han Yang suddenly understood.
This acupuncture session was arranged for him.
The year he was abandoned by his parents happened to be the twelfth lunar month. His legs were left with after-effects of frostbite at that time, so he almost always suffered from the pain in the coldest winter every year. In the past, the family's economic situation was not optimistic, and it was not easy for grandpa to provide him with education. He was afraid that grandpa would be worried and dare not say it.
Now someone has contacted the doctor for his legs and arranged an acupuncture course.
This surprised Han Yang, but he was more at a loss as to what to do.
He thought that no one cared about him except his grandfather, but he didn't expect that someone would hold him on the top of his heart in a place he couldn't see.
Reaching out and touching his knees, Han Yang took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the chair next to him, looking at He Lianqing's words on the notebook for a long time.
"Uh-"
The vibrating phone in his pocket woke Han Yang, he took it out and saw that He Lianqing was calling.
Han Yang stared at He Lianqing blankly, forgot to answer it, and didn't respond until the call was automatically disconnected.
Han Yang wanted to call back, but He Lianqing called again.
"What are you doing if you don't answer the phone?" He Lianqing said in a stinky tone.
Han Yang didn't say a word, fearing that the moment he opened his mouth, the intense emotion in his chest would be unable to be suppressed, and he burst into tears.
"Speak." He Lianqing asked again when he saw that he was silent, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"... He Lianqing." Han Yang found his voice a little hoarse after speaking.
"What's wrong?" He Lianqing heard something wrong, "Who bullied you?"
Han Yang took a breath and said, "You."
"When did I bully you?" He Lianqing asked.
"When are you coming back?" Han Yang changed the subject.
"Late later, there is a temporary entertainment tonight. You won't go back for dinner. You can eat it yourself." He Lianqing said.
"Is there still soup today?" Han Yang asked.
"Do you want to drink soup?" He Lianqing asked.
"Well, I'm used to drinking." Han Yang said.
"The chef asked for leave today, and I'll let Aunt Zhou cook it for you." He Lianqing said something serious.
"It's okay, I'll just say, I like to drink the stew made by the new chef." Han Yang didn't expose him.
"Is that so." He Lianqing's voice carried a hint of obvious joy, "I'll let him stew for you tomorrow."
"Okay." Han Yang paused, then called him again, "He Lianqing."
"Huh?" Helianqing hummed.
"Come back early, I'll wait for you at home." Han Yang hung up the phone.
On the other side, He Lianqing held the phone and looked at it for a while, but she still didn't recover from Han Yang's words "Come back early, I'll wait for you at home".
He Lianqing felt something was wrong when he heard this kind of coquettishness waiting for him to go back.
He thought about it and called Han Yang again.
"What's wrong?" Han Yang asked.
"Are you really okay?" He Lianqing couldn't believe it.
"What can I do?" Han Yang couldn't help laughing and crying, "I'm just bored alone, so I asked when you'll be back."
"That's fine, just stay home and wait for your husband to go back." He Lianqing said.
"Okay." Han Yang answered and hung up the phone.
He Lianqing was stunned again holding the phone. He claimed that her husband, Han Yang, responded! ! !
"Why the hell don't let people go to work?!" After a long silence, He Lianqing cursed through gritted teeth.
**
Han Yang didn't know when He Lianqing would be able to finish his work, so Mo Suya sent someone to send him back not long after eating in the main house.
Back at home, Han Yang still felt that his steps were flimsy. He felt that today was like a dream, and He Lianqing was in the dream.
He brought back He Lianqing's notebook, the delicate cowhide notebook was heavy in his hand. The affection in the book was too heavy, and it made his whole heart tremble when it pressed against his heart.
His fingers slowly rubbed the literal handwriting, Han Yang didn't know how to describe the agitation in his heart. I tried my best to search all the words in my head, but still couldn't find a suitable word.
It seemed to have its own consciousness, bit by bit gnawed at his reason and thinking ability, and gnawed them into three words Helianqing.
Helianqing... Helianqing...
He Lianqing was full of thoughts.
Han Yang felt that he should take a bath to calm down. He put the notebook aside, got up and went to the bathroom.
It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when He Lianqing came back. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Han Yang jumped up from the sofa. He forgot to put on the cotton mop and ran out. He stopped abruptly when he saw Helianqing.
We only separated tomorrow morning, why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time
"You're back." Han Yang said.
"En." He Lianqing was lowering her head to change her shoes when she heard the voice and looked up, frowning when she saw Han Yang stepping on the floor with her bare feet, "Where are the shoes?"
"Oh, I forgot." Han Yang said as he walked to the shoe cabinet to get a pair, but as soon as he approached, He Lianqing bent over and hugged him directly.
He Lianqing carried the person to the sofa in the living room, and touched his feet with big hands, and found that it was extremely cold, and her tone was not good: "Where are the socks?"
"You don't need to wear socks at home, there is heating." Han Yang said and shrank his feet, but He Lianqing grabbed his feet and pressed him on the sofa, and then took the blanket on the side to cover him.
"Why are you so late?" Han Yang asked.
"The negotiation took a while." He Lianqing squatted beside the sofa, grabbed Han Yang's ankle and pressed it for him, and said while pressing, "If you don't wear shoes next time, just cut it off."
Han Yang didn't refute his words. He looked at He Lianqing's profile, moved in his heart, and reached out to touch the tip of his nose.
His movement made He Lianqing's hand stop and looked up at him: "What?"
Han Yang retracted his hand: "Suddenly you're handsome."
He Lianqing sneered and said shamelessly, "You just found out now? With a man as good as me, just hug your pillow and laugh, don't make trouble all the time."
"Yeah." Han Yang nodded.
"..." He Lianqing couldn't help but look at him with such a cheerfulness, "Something's wrong, are you flooded with water today?"
"No, it's soup." Han Yang said, "Chef Helian's soup."
Han Yang said that he handed over the notebook beside him and put it in front of He Lianqing, saying, "I brought it back."
He Lianqing was stunned for two seconds at first, and then she reacted. She grabbed the notebook in Han Yang's hand and said fiercely, "What the hell, I'm going to take a shower."
After speaking, he wanted to stand up and leave, but Han Yang reached out and grabbed him, "Wait a minute."
"Are you annoying, hurry back to sleep..."
"He Lianqing." Han Yang interrupted him, "Do you like me?"
He Lianqing's face had a pierced anger, he sneered, and mocked: "What are you playing..."
His next words were interrupted, Han Yang propped up the sofa with one hand, leaned over and kissed the mouth that was about to owe again.
The soft lips were pressed up, and the book in Helianqing's hand fell to the ground, making a light "pop" sound, and he was stunned.
Apart from kissing He Lianqing once in the car on the day of registration, Han Yang never took the initiative to kiss him. First, He Lianqing didn't need him to take the initiative at all, and second, he also felt embarrassed.
This time, it was entirely his heart. He really wanted to kiss He Lianqing. He thought so, so he did it.
Han Yang's skills are very poor, he kissed He Lianqing in a random manner, feeling a little bumpy. He clumsily used his tongue to describe Helianqing's lips, the tip of his tongue poking in to try to push his teeth apart.
Such an unfamiliar and friendly kiss made He Lianqing's head "hum" as she wrapped her arms around Han Yang's waist, and pushed him on the sofa against the host, propping him on top of him, and said dangerously, "You This is to stir up fire, right?"
Han Yang swallowed, only to feel his throat dry. His courage just now disappeared when he noticed the desire to jump in Helianqing's eyes, and he turned into a dried salted fish again, and said dryly, "Aren't you going to take a bath? Come on!!"
"Yes, take a shower." He Lianqing nodded, propped herself up with her knees, and bent over to directly carry Han Yang on her shoulders.
"What are you doing!" He was suddenly carried head down on his shoulders, Han Yang was startled, and patted him on the back, "Let me down!"
"What?" He Lianqing sneered and threw out two words, "Take a shower!"
He Lianqing carried the person directly to the bathroom, hugged Han Yang's leg in one hand, and turned on the faucet of the bathtub with the other, Han Yang realized what he was doing, and struggled to get down: "Please let me down, I have already washed It's gone!"
He Lianqing was unmoved, and directly pulled off Han Yang's home pants while carrying it on his shoulders. This pull even took off his panties, revealing his tall buttocks and slender thighs.
"He Lianqing!!" With his bare butt on Han Yang's shoulders, he was completely ashamed, "Let me go!!"
"Crack!" He Lianqing patted his bottom lightly, making a crisp sound.
Han Yang's struggling movement stopped, and his face almost dripped blood.
… let me find a seam to crawl in! Han Yangsheng thought reluctantly.
He Lianqing stripped Han Yang's clothes off and put him in the bathtub.
The sound of He Lianqing undressing behind his back was very clear in the bathroom. Han Yang's fingers in the water rubbed nervously back and forth. It felt as if time had stood still, and there were only him and He Lianqing left in the world.
He Lianqing stepped into the bathtub and sat down beside Han Yang. The bathtub is huge and there is still a lot of room even for two people. Han Yang shrank to the side, trying hard to shrink himself into a salted fish, trying to minimize his sense of existence.
However it didn't help.
He Lianqing snorted, lay on his back, put her lips against his ear and licked lightly, and said, "Just like that?"
His voice had a hint of hoarse sexiness, making Han Yang's back numb for a while, his hands tightened, his heart beating violently, as if he couldn't bear it.
He Lianqing's kiss fell on the back of his neck, sucking a small piece of skin, leaving a small red mark on it. Then, the lips and tongue went all the way down, and the tip of the tongue slid along Han Yang's spine, leaving a string of wet marks. His hand stretched out in front of him and wrapped his arms around Han Yang's waist, stroking slowly, across his lower abdomen, and finally stopped at the private place between his legs, covering it with his broad palm.
The most sensitive part of his body was grasped, Han Yang straightened his waist all of a sudden, his legs were reflexively clamped, but it happened to clamp He Lianqing's hand between his legs.
"So anxious?" He Lianqing smiled lightly at the doctor, buried her head in his shoulder socket again, her teeth nibbled at the slightly raised collarbone, and her hands began to slide back and forth.
"...Don't do it." Han Yang whispered, trying his best to control his desires, but the pleasure from Helianqing's fingers could not be ignored, and the desire between his legs was picked up by him little by little.
He Lianqing turned him around, looked down, and found that some of the scenery was covered by the water, so he couldn't see it very clearly. He frowned and simply let go of the water that was about to be filled, leaving only a shallow layer at the bottom of the tub. After the water in the bathtub was almost filled, Han Yang's already quite energetic sexuality was revealed, and Han Yang's complexion Bai, because I rarely do it myself, the color of the genitals is light, and it looks very clean.
Han Yang wanted to put his legs together, but was blocked by He Lianqing's hand, grabbed his ankle and lifted his left leg on the edge of the bathtub.
This posture made Han Yang's legs wide open, and the scenery between them was unobstructed.
"He Lianqing..." Han Yang was a little panicked.
"Shh." He Lianqing approached him, lowered her head to hold his lips, and coaxed, "Let me touch it."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and grasped the top of Han Yang's genitals again. He pressed his thumb a few times on the small hole on the top, and the finger pulp circled around the glans, which was quickly teased and overflowed with semen. At the same time, his soda movement didn't stop, his tongue nimbly twirled and licked in Han Yang's mouth, attacking up and down together.
"Helian..." Han Yang whispered.
"Stop talking." He Lianqing bit his lip lightly, sucked his tongue, and moved faster and faster, holding Han Yang's genitals and sliding up and down.
The provocation on both sides made Han Yang moan, his reason drifted away, and the other leg opened unconsciously, sucking He Lianqing's tongue with him, making a sweet, watery sound from the entanglement of the lips and tongues.
He Lianqing licked the corners of Han Yang's lips, lowered her head, pinched the nipple on his left breast, twisted the tip of her tongue, and sucked sharply, sucking it red and bright.
"... Mmmm..." Han Yang took a breath from the tingling pain from his nipple, and reached out to hold He Lianqing's head, but He Lianqing released the small dot and continued down. He licked his tongue all the way and stopped at the position of his belly button. After rubbing with the tip of his nose, he pushed his tongue into the small hole and licked it carefully.
The sensitivity of the navel is no less than that of the waist. When Han Yang was touched by him like this, his whole body trembled, and he shrank his stomach and said, "...Itchy."
"Oh, just to relieve the itch for you." He Lianqing only paused for a moment, then licked deeper, her entire eyes were filled with his tongue. The movements of his hands were even more presumptuous, holding Han Yang's stem and stroking it up and down, occasionally playing with the two pouches at the bottom, Han Yang leaned against the edge of the bathtub weakly under his movements, his mouth emitting small sounds from time to time. the sound of.
After playing with his tongue for a while, He Lianqing finally let go of the poor navel, but he didn't give up, instead he continued down and grabbed Han Yang's sexual tool in one bite.
"Ah..." The hot and humid mouth wrapped around the head of the penis, causing Han Yang to let out a deep exclamation. He suddenly opened his eyes to see He Lianqing's head bowed, and his sexual instrument was being held in his mouth.
Han Yang's scalp was tingling with irritation, he panicked and wanted to push him away, but He Lianqing swallowed even deeper in the next second, swallowing two-thirds of his genitals.
The soft mouth squeezed the sensitive glans, and the numbness instantly exploded and hit the brain. Han Yang's hand stopped in the air, and he couldn't help but groaned softly. The hand that he wanted to push away turned to rest on his shoulder.
He Lianqing held Han Yang's genitals, tried deep throat and found that it was a little difficult, so she backed away a little, licked and sucked with the tip of her tongue, and poked the tip of her tongue against the port's horse eye. His movements were unfamiliar, but even so, Han Yang couldn't bear it.
"Ah..." Han Yang's eyes turned red as he sucked in, "...Enough, Helianqing..."
He Lianqing felt that the genitals in his mouth had been tightened to the limit, so he raised his head and let go of it, and finally licked it at the port. This lick made Han Yang shudder violently and let out a trembling low hum, which was extremely provocative. .
He Lianqing was aroused by his emotional moan, and her genitals swelled up. She wanted to do him immediately, but she was afraid that she would hurt Han Yang by rushing in, so she could only reach out and squeeze the bloated under Han Yang's genitals. egg pill.
Han Yang's genitals were moist and shiny, the color of the head of his penis was red, and he looked like he was about to ejaculate. As soon as he touched it, the trembling genitals couldn't wait to spurt out a cloud of white turbidity, dripping onto Han Yang's abdomen.
"Haha..." At the moment of release, Han Yang let out a vague moan, leaning against the bathtub in a vain manner, the pleasure coming from his sexual equipment made him a little lost, and he unconsciously touched his semi-soft genitals, enjoying the undisturbed enjoyment. Finished afterglow.
This kind of Han Yang made Helianqing's eyes darken. He leaned down, held Han Yang's lips, and stuck his tongue in. Han Yang, who had just released it, obediently opened his mouth to let him in, raised his head slightly and exchanged the body fluids in each other's mouths with him.
He likes to kiss He Lianqing, very close and warm.
A simple kiss was not enough to satisfy He Lianqing. While kissing Han Yang, he slipped one hand down the waistline and came to the buttocks between his legs. to the tight hole inside.
It was a little soft from the blisters, but it was still tightly closed. As soon as He Lianqing's hand touched it, it shrunk abruptly. Han Yang, who was immersed in He Lianqing's kiss, suddenly came back to his senses, and reflexively moved towards him. She shrank back and stared at He Lianqing with wide eyes.
He Lianqing's fingers lightly pressed on the acupoint, and looked down at Han Yang: "Want to push me away?"
Han Yang looked at him, and clearly saw the lust and depression in his eyes, which was shockingly intense.
He Lianqing's hand was still pressed on the place where he was ashamed, but he didn't go any further. It seemed that as long as he said no word, he would immediately withdraw.
Han Yang's answer was to wrap his arms around He Lianqing's neck, burying his head on his shoulders and neck, and said in a low voice, "...Take it easy, I'm a little scared."
Once the desire is opened, it can never be pulled back, and can only be submerged in obedience to the instinct.
Han Yang put one leg on the edge of the bathtub, his waist was lifted by He Lianqing's hand, and the other hand went in and out of the acupoint between his legs, making a faint sound of water between the thrusts.
Using the water in the bathtub, He Lianqing dipped his fingers into Han Yang's back hole, scratching the soft inner wall from time to time, until he could hold three of his fingers before pulling them out.
The shy hole closed slightly when he pulled his fingers out. He Lianqing parted Han Yang's buttocks, pressed her protruding cock against the opening that was not fully closed, sank her waist, and sent the huge penis head in.
The unfamiliar feeling of the foreign object intruding made Han Yang's back acupoint tightened reflexively, and the huge hard object was stuck in the hole.
He Lianqing groaned with such a tightening force, stopped at the entrance, looked down at Han Yang and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you want to cut your husband off for the first time?"
Han Yang's face turned red from what he said. He wanted to relax, but he couldn't manage it. Instead, the more nervous he became, the tighter he became. He almost drove He Lianqing crazy.
He Lianqing scolded lightly, simply lifted Han Yang's right leg and hooked her waist, bowed her head and kissed him, while inserting the hard object stuck in the entrance straight into the wet and narrow hole.
At the moment of being inserted, Han Yang's hand pulled out a red mark on He Lianqing's shoulder, and the entanglement of his lips even almost bit He Lianqing.
He Lianqing didn't move after inserting it, just buried deep in the hot and humid corridor, reached out and touched Han Yang's face: "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Han Yang gasped slightly, not knowing how to answer him, the pain must be there, He Lianqing's finger is completely different in thickness, thicker and hotter, completely opening his intestines, except for the pain Still a little bloated. But it is more of a sense of being possessed.
Inserted in his body is He Lianqing.
This realization made Han Yang's heart throb, as if the pain could be endured. Thinking like this, he leaned over and kissed He Lianqing's lips, and whispered, "...It's okay."
In He Lianqing's eyes, this kind of behavior was simply begging for fuck.
He Lianqing twitched slightly at first, allowing Han Yang to adjust to his presence. He interjected and kissed Han Yang's lips lightly, soothing his emotions and distracting him. This kind of kiss was very effective. Slowly, Han Yang ignored the pain in his thighs and unconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked Helianqing's lips, imitating the way he kissed himself.
With the help of the water flow, He Lianqing's thrusting became very smooth, and after a while, he felt the flesh around his genitals slowly opening, instinctively sucking his genitals, tightening the force Made him let out a low growl.
After playing back and forth for a while, He Lianqing touched the hole where his hard object was contained, feeling that it seemed to be softer there, so he began to increase his strength.
"Ah..." As He Lianqing's frequency was slowly increasing, Han Yang raised his head slightly, and made a comfortable sound as he inserted, the legs that were originally resting on the edge of the bathtub also retracted, sandwiching He Lianqing's waist.
This posture is more conducive to He Lianqing's movements. He Lianqing pinched his waist with both hands, exerted force on his waist, pulled out half of the genitals and inserted it with force, repeatedly, the narrow hole in Han Yang's thigh It was fluffy and red from his insertion. The water in the bathtub soaked the part where the two of them had intercourse, and He Lianqing's thrusts made a "pop" sound, which reverberated in the bathroom.
After playing around for a while, He Lianqing hugged Han Yang and changed her position, letting Han Yang sit on his waist. This position allowed his genitals to penetrate deeper, and the two of them pressed against each other tightly. Han Yang was so excited by the place he pushed him that his waist softened, and he supported himself with his hands on his chest.
"...It's too deep." Han Yang said in a trance, as if the giant object in his body penetrated him to the depths.
He Lianqing was very satisfied with his compliment, reached out and touched his lips, and said, "I can go deeper." Saying that, she pushed her hips up a few times, poking at the sensitive soft flesh inside Han Yang's body again and again.
"...Ah!" Han Yang felt numb from the pleasure of poking the head of his penis on the acupoint. He instinctively locked the back hole, his waist moved uncontrollably with Helianqing's insertion, and his buttocks rubbed Helian back and forth. groin.
His cooperation stopped He Lianqing's movements, and then he fucked even more fiercely, kneading Han Yang's buttocks with both hands, and slammed into the tight and wet little pussy.
"Helian... Qing..." His intervention forced Han Yang's legs to tremble, calling his name intermittently.
"What do you call me?" He Lianqing nibbled at his nipple in dissatisfaction, making a sound of sucking stains.
"... um..." Han Yang hugged his head, "Qing'er..."
He Lianqing pushed hard, the head of the penis was badly pressed against the soft flesh somewhere in the cave, and she said while poking, "What's it called?!"
The numbness and crispness that came from the acupoint made Han Yang's mind feel dazed. He hugged his neck and called out vaguely, "Qinggege..."
This Qinggege was vague and incomprehensible under this circumstance, as if he was calling "Brother Qing", causing Helianqing's genitals to shake violently.
"...Little bastard." He Lianqing scolded, "Fuck you."
He squeezed Han Yang's buttocks hard, pressed him under him again, pulled his cock into the hole and inserted it hard, the huge hard object broke through the soft and slippery hole and entered all the way. When they got to the very end, they rubbed vigorously, and the pleasure burst into the limbs like electric current, which made the two feel very comfortable.
"Ah..." Han Yang screamed with such fierce force, clutching the edge of the bathtub with both hands, his toes curled up with trembling.
"Shout again!" He Lianqing's hips and hips twitched quickly, and like a pile, he pushed his penis to the end of Han Yang's acupoint again and again, poking it straight on the prostate. Every time he inserted it, he was tightly absorbed by the soft flesh inside. It was slippery and soft, and it was so comfortable that he could not wait to be buried in it all the time.
"..." Han Yang bit his lip, unwilling to let out a humiliating cry, feeling that He Lianqing had numbed him from the waist down.
But too exciting... and too comfortable...
It was obviously not a place for intercourse, but the fit and seamless thrust produced a huge pleasure. The huge fleshy roots seemed to be buried in his body and merged with himself, and the muscles on it were beating. The frequency can be clearly felt. Every time it rubbed it, it caused an irresistible numbness on the inner wall, with a faint itch, shattering Han Yang's last reason.
"Ah... Helian... clear... light... light..." Han Yang finally couldn't help but cry out, he let go of the hand from the bathtub and covered his eyes, and his voice let him sink into desire. In love.
"It's really hard to serve." He Lianqing said with disgust, but the movements of his waist obediently slowed down. He bowed his head and kissed Han Yang's bitten red lips, licked it lightly, and said, "It's me who fuck you, what's the point of biting yourself."
This meant that Han Yang bit him. Han Yang grabbed his hand and took a bite out of respect, but he also left a tooth mark on it.
He Lianqing glanced at the tooth marks on her hand, and chuckled softly, "You have a lot of strength, let's save it for something else." As she said that, she lifted one of Han Yang's legs and put it on her shoulder, pressing it up again. Push yourself hard into it.
This position makes it easier to enter, the pubic hair at the root is sticking to Han Yang's buttocks. Han Yang screamed and wanted to take his leg off, but He Lianqing's next attack came again, so hard that he forgot what he was going to do, so he could only groan.
"Ha... um... ah..."
The genitals were constantly being fucked in the narrow hole, and the soft meat at the entrance was rubbed and reddened. He Lianqing's full scrotum slapped on Han Yang's buttocks, making a loud noise, accompanied by Han Yang's unbearable moaning, which made people blush.
The water in the bathtub splashed and fell on each other because of the movements of the two, but no one cared, and they were immersed in this intense sex together.
Han Yang's cock that had ejaculated twice was trembling pitifully, and only a thin stream of semen could come out from the top.
He Lianqing pushed hard for more than a dozen times, feeling that she had reached a critical point before pulling her genitals out of the soaked hole. There was a slight noise when the genitals and the orifice were separated, bringing out a thin silver thread. He pressed his anger against Han Yang's, quickly rubbing the two together, and finally shot Han Yang's belly with a low growl.
The thick sperm dripped on the white waist and abdomen, He Lianqing ejaculated several times before stopping, but the thick genitals still did not completely soften.
Han Yang loosened his legs around his waist and leaned against the bathtub weakly, his cheeks flushed, his eyes filled with mist, and he stared blankly at him.
He Lianqing couldn't resist this small animal-like look, and the genitals that had just ejaculated began to look up. He squeezed Han Yang's chin lightly, lowered his head and kissed it fiercely, and said fiercely, "What are you looking at? Do you want your husband to fuck you again?"
Han Yang's face became hot with shame when he thought of the way he had just let loose, and he stammered, "What nonsense are you talking about? Let me go."
"Tsk, you hugged me and yelled to death just now, but now he kicks it away when he's finished." He Lianqing not only didn't let go, but squeezed Han Yang's soft cock with one hand.
The overly intense affair made Han Yang's legs weak and his waist weak. He could only stare at his vulgar words and spit out three words: "Bastard!"
This was the first time He Lianqing heard Han Yang swear at someone, she was stunned for a while, but couldn't help laughing.
The smiling He Lianqing was very good-looking. Han Yang had never seen him smile so happily, and for a while he just stared at him and forgot to say it.
After He Lianqing laughed, she hugged Han Yang and kissed it hard, "Yes, this bastard is your husband." Then she lowered her head and bit her swollen nipple, "It's as swollen as a red bean. Same, it's pretty nice."
Han Yang returned to his senses and slapped his hand away with a slap: "Let go!"
He Lianqing snorted and laughed: "I'll let you go today, and there will be more opportunities in the future."
Han Yang: "…"
My butt hurts, can I return it...
The answer is no.
Dried small salted fish can only be eaten obediently~