An He's biological clocks on weekdays and weekends are independent systems. He wakes up at 6 o'clock on weekdays. If there is no special arrangement on weekends, his biological clock will be random. Sometimes he wakes up very early, and sometimes he can sleep until noon. In the first year of working, he took over a bad class that no one wanted. He was busy every day. His biological clock would go on strike on weekends. Sometimes he felt that he could sleep through both days of the weekend. ＞雅文>8w=w`w`.·yawe=n`8-.`c`om(Update faster ne)
Today, his biological clock was probably set to noon, so when the doorbell started singing at ten o'clock in the morning, An He threw his cell phone, which was ringing in the same rhythm as the doorbell, into the bathtub in his dream.
But the cell phone was very resilient and kept ringing in the bathtub until he was woken up.
When I opened the door, Na Chen was standing outside wearing a sports suit and holding a thermos lunch box. There was a wound on his left cheek, but he was smiling beautifully.
"What's wrong with your face?" An He held the door frame in a daze, staring at his face in surprise.
"I fell down because of excessive exercise this morning. It's okay." Na Chen came over, hugged him and pushed him into the door, then kicked the door shut with his leg.
"You did a very difficult exercise this morning..." An He smiled, "I'll go get dressed."
"No, no, no, no," Na Chen said repeatedly, hugging him tightly and touching him back and forth, "It's good like this, I like it, let me touch it for a while."
"Scatter your claws," An He felt a little itchy from his touch, "Why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"
"It's ten o'clock, uncle! Breakfast has become lunch and it's still early in the morning," Na Chen put the insulated lunch box on the table and turned back to stare at An He, "Why didn't I think you had such a good figure before?"
"Your uncle An has been exercising diligently," An He turned and walked towards the bedroom, "Did you bring breakfast?"
Na Chen didn't say anything, he just stood beside the table and looked at An He.
An He had just gotten up, wearing only a pair of underwear. Her well-proportioned body was exposed before his eyes, making him feel a little hot. Taking off his coat didn't help.
"Let me lick it." Na Chen followed An He into the bedroom.
"What?" An He was standing in front of the closet looking for clothes and was stunned when he heard this.
"Let me lick it," Na Chen leaned over, "Lick it."
"You did some heavy lifting in the morning, didn't you?" An He reached out and touched his forehead. "Did the blood flow to your brain and make a hole?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Na Chen grabbed his waist and dragged him to the bed, throwing him onto the bed, "Just let me lick it and it will be settled."
"I have a shitty account to settle with you..." An He was a little helpless and wanted to stand up.
"Put on your clothes when you open the door for me," Na Chen threw himself on him, kissing and licking his neck and chest fiercely for several times, "or I'll fuck you right in the corridor."
"Get up," An He felt like laughing as he licked her. "I have a lot of things to do today."
"You do yours," Na Chen touched his chest with the tip of his tongue, licked all the way along, and pulled off his underwear, "I'll do mine. ﹍>> Yawen Bar w·w·w·.=y=a·w=en8"
"Fuck you!" An He was startled and quickly pressed his shoulder and pushed him back.
"Your morning erection hasn't gone yet," Na Chen held him and gently stroked him twice, "Just do it while it's hot."
"Fuck," An He was weakened by his actions and grabbed his wrist, "Why didn't I realize that you were seriously ill earlier, Chen!"
"Let's face it. You've already discovered that I'm seriously ill," Na Chen smiled. "Don't you want to?"
"I really didn't mean to," An He tried to hide in the bed, but Na Chen's hand on his leg made it difficult for him to do so. "Really, can you not do this?"
"No," Na Chen answered straightforwardly, pulling him to the edge of the bed and kneeling on one knee beside the bed, "I won't give anyone face when I get strong."
"Fuck, you..." An He bent his legs helplessly. On the one hand, he really didn't want to do it, but on the other hand, he was aroused by Na Chen's hands on his body and couldn't stop. When he was wondering whether to close his eyes and give in or continue to struggle, Na Chen touched his legs and suddenly lowered his head to suck him. An He's arms that were supporting him on the bed softened and he fell on the bed, "Ah..."
Na Chen swallowed slowly and looked up at him: "Do you want it?"
"Fuck, is there anyone like you!" An He raised his arms to cover his eyes, "Yes."
It was different from the feeling in the bathtub last time. Without the wrapping and cushioning of water, the pleasure brought by every touch and entanglement of Na Chen's lips and tongue on his sensitive parts spread clearly in his body, like a vine crawling to every part of his body little by little.
An He's breathing gradually became heavier, and he couldn't help but moan as he panted.
…
An He lay on the bed panting. Na Chen slowly lay on top of him and pressed his legs against his legs gently. "Master, do you feel good?"
"Cool," An He tilted his head, and the sunlight coming through the gap in the curtains sprinkled on his face, "Go and close the curtains."
"Why?" Na Chen lay on top of him without moving, his hands pinching his waist, "It's so nice to bask in the sun."
"Go pull it, it's too bright." An He frowned and turned his face to the wall.
"The bunker is suitable for you. It has no windows." Na Chen got up and closed the curtains, then came back and lay on him.
"Do you want me to help you?" An He hugged him and asked softly in his ear.
"Use your hands or your mouth." Na Chen licked his neck.
An He paused: "...hand."
"No need," Na Chen curled his lips and slid away from him, "I have my own hands."
"Hey," An He looked at him, "you still have a mouth."
Na Chen opened the bedroom door and walked out. After hearing this, he poked his head in again: "Can your mouth reach it? Do you usually use your mouth to do it yourself?"
An He was amused by what he said and sat up from the bed: "Why are you so lewd?"
"You are promiscuous and you call others slutty. >雅文>8w=w`w`.·yawe=n`8-.`c`om" Na Chen raised his middle finger at him and turned to go to the living room.
An He didn't move. He sat by the bed for a long time before he stood up, took a shirt from the closet and put it on.
Na Chen was not in the living room. An He saw that the bathroom door was closed, so he walked over and knocked: "Da Qi?"
"Hmm?" There was a slight gasp in Na Chen's voice.
"What are you doing?" An He asked.
"The door is not closed, come in and take a look yourself."
An He stood outside the bathroom door without moving. He could roughly guess what Na Chen was doing without going in to see. If Na Chen just peed in there, it was really not his style.
An He hesitated for a few seconds and then opened the door.
He really couldn't accept doing this to someone he didn't know well, but Na Chen was not a stranger, and besides, their relationship had undergone a miraculous change.
"I'll help..." An He went into the bathroom and stopped talking.
Na Chen was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, with his shirt off, one hand holding his sweatpants and the other holding himself.
An He had already vented his feelings, but such a scene was still very exciting for him. Na Chen's beautiful waistline made his breathing tighten.
"Come in and serve the people?" Na Chen's hand stroked slowly, and he turned his head to look at him with a smile on his lips.
An He smiled and said, "People have already started, and they still need me to serve..."
"Yes." Without waiting for him to say anything, Na Chen reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled it hard.
An He staggered as he was pulled by him. Before he could stand firmly, Na Chen had already raised his leg and hooked it behind his knee. An He knelt in front of him without even having time to struggle.
Just as he was about to stand up and curse, Na Chen grabbed his hair and pulled his pants down with one hand: "Serve well, or your teeth will touch the people's pussy, and the people will fuck you right here."
"You are sick." An He said to the people's son helplessly.
"I know," Na Chen leaned closer to his mouth, "Get treated quickly, or you won't be able to handle the seizure."
An He didn't say anything. He looked up and saw Na Chen looking down at him, his eyes shining with dominance.
If he wasn't the one kneeling here, An He felt that this scene was quite interesting. Chen's superior posture was quite sexy, and it looked quite lewd in the film.
"Open your mouth," Na Chen pinched his face, his voice a little hoarse, "I'm almost suffocating."
An He had no resistance to Na Chen's domineering yet somewhat coquettish attitude. He sighed softly, raised his hand to touch Na Chen's waist, then leaned over and kissed him.
Na Chen's body tensed slightly, he held the mirror with his hands, tilted his head back, and let out a low moan.
The voice was very seductive, sweeping away the last bit of resistance in An He's heart. He slid his hand down Na Chen's waist and gently kneaded it, then touched his thigh. Na Chen's constant moans as he thrust in and out made him a little excited.
But An He's skills were not that good. His teeth scraped against the boy's body. Na Chen frowned and dodged back: "Uncle, your oral skills are really not that good..."
"You're talking too much nonsense," Anhe let him go, "With this technique, if you don't like it, just do it yourself."
"I'm happy to do that." Na Chen pushed it into his mouth, panting, "Just don't bite it."
An He wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked, so he had to continue serving the people carefully.
When his mouth was a little sore from the service, Na Chen tensed his body and pressed his hand behind his head. An He knew it was almost time and wanted to move away, but Na Chen did not give him a chance and pushed him in again.
An He felt uncomfortable with the feeling of his throat being pressed. He didn't intend to let Na Chen ejaculate in his mouth. He retreated twice but failed. He snorted.
Na Chen's hand suddenly tightened, grabbed his hair, and pushed it hard.
Fuck!
An He wanted to hide but couldn't, and wanted to curse without making any sound, so he had to bear it and let the people's children pounce into his mouth.
After Na Chen finally let go, An He stood up and turned on the faucet in the sink to rinse his mouth.
"Do you want to beat me?" Na Chen leaned against the mirror and smiled at him.
An He looked back at him: "What."
"Don't you want me to cum in your mouth?" Na Chen took off his pants, stood under the shower and turned on the hot water.
"I've already ejaculated." An He pulled a towel and washed his face.
"Anhe," Nachen leaned his head towards the water while supporting himself against the wall, "I like you like this."
"What's that like?" An He retreated to the door and leaned against it.
"It's hard to say," Na Chen turned his head and pushed back his hair, revealing his beautiful forehead, "I just feel like you are particularly tolerant of me."
"Really?" An He smiled. "I'm a very lazy person. I usually endure it as long as I can. I don't bother to get angry with you."
"Isn't it because you like me?" Na Chen asked seriously.
An He glanced at him and did not answer immediately. For him, Na Chen's question was not something he could answer easily. He could not say that he did not like Na Chen, but he was not sure what kind of liking he had, why, and how much.
Even if he knew what answer Na Chen was expecting, he couldn't answer it.
"I don't know," An He opened the bathroom door and walked out, "You wash first, I'll find clothes for you."
"Don't wear the jersey from last time. That's stupid." Na Chen said.
"What you are wearing today is just sportswear." An He said with a smile. He liked Na Chen wearing sportswear because it gave him a relaxing and comfortable feeling.
"How can it be the same? I'll just be naked." Na Chen turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom with water all over him.
"Go find it yourself," An He sat down at the table in the living room and opened the insulated lunch box that Na Chen brought. It contained a box of steamed dumplings and a box of minced meat porridge. "Did you make it?"
"Well, I got up late today and don't have time to make anything complicated. Let's just make do with what we have." Na Chen walked into the bedroom.
An He's wardrobe was very tidy. Na Chen didn't rush to find clothes, but looked at An He's clothes one by one.
An He had a lot of shirts, but except for a few gray and black ones, most of them were white. Na Chen took out two white shirts and looked at them, then shouted to the outside: "Are you going to buy a dozen shirts? They are all the same style."
"Yeah, it saves trouble." An He answered while eating in the living room.
“Aren’t you afraid that others will think you haven’t changed your clothes for half a month…” Na Chen sighed, hung the shirt back in the closet, took out a long-sleeved T-shirt and put it on, and then found a pair of pajamas.
"It doesn't matter," An He smiled, "Have you found your clothes?"
Na Chen walked out of the bedroom and showed off the clothes he was wearing: "Your T-shirt is okay."
"My college clothes."
"I still have my college clothes," Na Chen was stunned and pulled the clothes, "They don't look like they were made more than ten years ago."
"I haven't been in college for more than ten years," An He put down his chopsticks, "Don't call me uncle. I didn't argue with you, so you really treat me as your uncle, okay?"
"I understand, Uncle An," Na Chen pulled a chair over and sat opposite him, "Is it delicious?"
"Well, it's better than the one in Sha County. You can open a restaurant there." An He pinched a dumpling and put it in his mouth.
"It's boring. I have to cook based on my mood. It's boring if it becomes a job," Na Chen smiled, "It's better to go to the crematorium."
An He looked at him, and after a while asked, "Are you really going?"
"Nonsense, where else can you go with this major? Cemeteries, crematoriums, funeral companies, crematoriums are the best," Na Chen said easily, "I'll go for an internship in the next half year."
An He didn't say anything else. If it were someone else, the job at the crematorium would sound a bit scary, but the benefits and other things would be quite good. However, Chen might not be suitable for this job.
Nachen's purpose in choosing this major was not suitable for his mental state.
But An He did not say this out loud. It seemed that he was not in a position to interfere with Na Chen's future work.
Na Chen didn't say anything else. He just sat quietly opposite him and watched him eat.
The dumplings were quickly eaten up. While drinking the porridge, An He heard a familiar cell phone ringtone.
After listening for a while, he pointed at the bag that Nachen had thrown on the sofa and said, "You have something to say."
Na Chen did not move lazily. When the ringing stopped, he slowly walked over and took out his cell phone.
"You've already come to show up, right? Take a look at who it is, and think about what this person might want from you," An He said as he drank his porridge. "Sometimes it's more annoying to think about how uncomfortable it is to answer a call than not to answer it. After you answer it, you can think about whether it makes you uncomfortable. If..."
"I don't want to respond to this guy." Na Chen glanced at him.
"Is there anything you want to answer?"
"your."
"I'll call you when I'm free." An He smiled.
"Yeah." Na Chen sat on the sofa and opened the text message.
The call was from Lei Bo, and Na Chen sent him a text message.
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