Lin Ye stretched out his hands to wrap his clothes tightly, raised his eyes and said, "Why, you still don't want people to treat you well?"
The smell of grass in the air was diluted by the smell of his smoke.
"I just think it's weird. I came here in a sloppy manner, and I couldn't do anything. I didn't say a lot of preparations."
He didn't speak, and threw the cigarette butts into the trash can on the side of the road.
"What did you say?"
"You go to my house and I'll tell you."
After talking, he walked downstairs to my house, Lin Ye paused: "The old man is still waiting for me at home."
I pretended not to hear, pressed my fingerprints, and opened the door downstairs: "I bought a new tea set, and the tea is delicious."
Seeing that he wasn't moving, I then half-dragged and half-carried him into the gate: "It's cold outside, don't freeze, just for a while."
He lowered his head, his brows were full of hostility.
"Let's go, we're all downstairs, let's go up and have a look, I've finished the decoration, and you won't give me this face even if I ask you." As I said that, I took his hand and pressed the elevator in the corridor, and he just put on his clothes like this Wearing my coat, he followed me quietly.
When I went upstairs, I held him with one hand and took out the key with the other to open the door: "Come on, come in."
When he entered, I closed the door behind him, turned on the light, and asked casually, "What do you think of my room?"
"not so good."
I took him slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at his feet. I looked up and saw him looking down at me.
I smiled, carefully raised his feet with my hands, and took off his shoes. The coldness on his feet came through the socks. I warmed him with my hands, and then put on clean cotton. Quality slippers.
I let go, stood up and said softly, "Go ahead and sit down."
He was startled, as if he had just recovered from the scene just now, and nodded with a sleepy expression.
I changed shoes behind him, then walked over and hugged him from behind.
His body, like his feet, was cold.
"What's the matter? Maybe your dad is too satisfied with me and thinks we are a perfect match, what do you think?" I stabbed his face with my beard.
A cold snort escaped from his throat: "You really dare to say anything."
"I'm just like you." I kissed his neck.
"..."
"No matter what, now your father agrees, and in the future..."
"Can't you shut up? Can you speak human words in your pig's head?" He suddenly turned his face and pushed me away, yelling at me.
I was stunned for a while, and finally laughed out: "It's amazing that a pig's head can speak human language."
"you… "
I scratched my head and lowered my voice: "Don't be angry, I'll make you some tea."
He threw me a look and sat on the sofa with his forehead propped up.
"But you look so comfortable at home..." I smiled: "It would be nice if you could treat me like this in the future."
When preparing the tea set in the living room, he came over and leaned against the wall and looked at me. I turned around and said, "Go and sit first, it will be fine in a while."
He took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke rose in the confined space, and with his pair of glasses, it was even more confusing.
"Did I treat you badly?" he asked me.
I concentrated on the work at hand and didn't answer him.
"I'm not fucking good to you, you're dead and I'll tell you."
I walked over and touched the bridge of his nose with my hand. He didn't hide, so I took off his glasses and put them on the desk.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a blank look.
"It will be hot when you make tea later, don't smoke your glasses."
Maybe it was because he just took off his glasses, he looked at me in a daze, until I handed a cup full of tea fragrance to his mouth: "Taste."
He took a sip and lowered his eyes: "It's bitter."
I stood in front of him and cupped his face: "This is bitter before sweet..."
"I don't think..." he said coldly.
"I know you are good to me..." I looked at him sincerely: "But you always try to show me your face in different ways. People's hearts are full of flesh, and it will disappear after a few more cuts."
"..."
"I don't know what's going on with your family today, and you don't tell me. I'll ask you. If you want me to shut up, I won't ask you to make fun of you. You yell at me again." I looked up at him : "If you really think we are not suitable..."
"What do you want to say?"
"You don't have to worry about the company's affairs, I will take care of it for you. Try to be your gold mine, inexhaustible and inexhaustible."
The kiss couldn't be more normal, we breathed in each other's breath. "The most inexhaustible thing now is talent. Do you really think you are someone?" He grabbed the hair on the back of my head with his cigarette in his hand, his eyes were full of coldness.
I slowly took the spilled cup from his hand and put it away, kneeling down at his feet.
I unzipped his zipper, took out his gadgets, and began to serve him with all my heart.
His face was slightly hot, and he raised his eyes while maintaining his posture, only to see that he was biting his cigarette tightly, gasping for breath, and his violent breathing made the cigarette butt burn faster. What fell on my face just now was a long gray of soot.
I spat out the contents of my mouth and used my hands to open his back as lubrication.
He suddenly woke up from his satiation, and pushed me hard: "You..."
I restrained his feet with my arms, and his pants had unknowingly fallen to his feet, where three fingers had been sunk, and he was a little unstable. I dragged him into the bedroom, he struggled and wrestled, three bloodstains were scratched on his face, I threw him on the bed.
He took off his clothes and covered himself up.
He kicked my chest and I grabbed his ankles and spread them to the sides.
He panted heavily: "What are you doing... I'm not in the mood today!"
I reached out and lifted his shirt, and I kissed him all the way. Pressing him on the bed, I twitched my fingers, and he struggled and writhed like an eel on a chopping board: "What the hell are you crazy about? Ou Jianjun, get the hell out of here!"
A scream rang in my ears, and cold sweat fell on my forehead. He almost cut off the last half of my entry. I took a breath and slapped his buttocks: "You relax."
"You..." He stretched out his hand firmly against my chest: "Everything you said before was fart, didn't you say you would wait..."
"I can't wait anymore. When I went to your house for dinner just now, I just thought about it when I looked at you."
"You bastard... damn... you get out..."
Halfway through speaking, he fell silent.
Because I chose the angle while he was struggling, and entered the innermost place at once.
He looked at me with shortness of breath. It was just his face just now, but now even the corners of his eyes were flushed.
I took his hand and pressed it to my face: "Come on, I feel at ease after you scold me."