"A lover?" Chu Yunhe could not help but scrutinize Xiao Nian and asked in surprise, "Are you his lover?"
"Is there a problem?"
"how to prove?"
"Junior, junior," Wei Rusong's body was hot and his head was swollen. He knelt down on the ground with his legs limp, and quickly hung on Xiao Nian's body to prevent himself from kowtowing to him, "Why are you here? Quickly help me back, I may have been drinking too much."
"Um."
Because Wei Rusong was afraid of losing face in front of Chu Yunhe, he lowered his voice and whispered in Xiao Nian's ear. In Chu Yunhe's eyes, it was the little couple sweetly whispering an unknown secret. With a sense of sight, he couldn't help frowning:
"He told me he didn't have a boyfriend."
"He got into trouble and ran out of the bar," Xiao Nian turned away from the guest, and immediately pulled away the sharp spikes on his body and bowed his head slightly to apologize to Chu Yunhe, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, and I wish you a Merry Christmas."
After speaking, Xiao Nian picked up Wei Rusong like a worker carrying a cement bag, as if he was going to carry Wei Rusong to throw his body and leave.
"Sister, I'm hot."
Wei Rusong sat dazedly in the taxi, leaning his head on Xiao Nian's shoulder and unconsciously began to take off his jacket, Xiao Nian raised his hand and touched his abnormally red face, which was so hot that he could spread his eggs:
"Did you eat something?"
"No," Wei Rusong also felt like a ghost. He felt that what he drank was not "Watermelon Taro" or "Encounter", but two kicks, scurrying around in his body, converging into evil fire and rushing down his stomach. , "I just drank two cocktails, no degree at all, and it was completely fruity."
"cocktail?"
"Yup."
Wei Rusong is disgusting when he talks now. I don't know if this taxi driver is a retired F1 racer. There is very little traffic on the main road in the middle of the night, so this broken taxi drives very fast. Fast enough, sadness can't catch up to me." Desolate Sadness. The gust of wind rushing in through the cracks in the closed car window slapped Wei Rusong's face like a slap, but this gust of wind did not make Wei Rusong's head sober. , the foreign body went straight up the throat.
It was obvious that the taxi driver was an old river and lake. Seeing Wei Rusong's blushing and blushing, he saw through his eyes immediately, and threw a cold sentence:
"If you vomit in the car, you will have to pay 200 yuan for the car wash."
Hearing that he had to pay 200 yuan, Wei Rusong was so frightened that he quickly swallowed it again, Xiao Nian said softly for him:
"It's alright, it's almost there."
Wei Rusong was afraid that he was going to squirt when he opened his mouth, so he could only close his mouth and nod his head. As a result, he nodded and wanted to vomit again. He could only think of something to divert his attention.
Before that, Wei Rusong only drank beer. He was a martial artist, not to mention that he was an adult. He practiced with the old man for a few times during the holidays and sat down to drink beer and eat chicken feet, ten cans of eight cans. His face was neither red nor out of breath, so he was confident in his drinking. But he only drank two cocktails tonight. Is the stamina of the cocktails so great? Does your own giraffe have such a long reflex arc? Wei Rusong couldn't help recalling all kinds of clues, from when he ordered watermelon Taro, played mobile games, when Chu Yunhe came to him, when he went to Chu Yunhe to invite him and meet him, after going through the ins and outs, Wei Rusong was shocked by the tiger's body. Daigo enlightened suddenly.
When he finally arrived at school, Wei Rusong's body was fluttering, but Xiao Nian carried him out of the car. Wei Rusong's nausea still didn't fade away, but he still couldn't bear the anger and shock in his heart.
"Junior," Wei Rusong stopped Xiao Nian with a serious face, "I know why I'm like this because I puff, uh—"
Wei Rusong vomited, and quickly shut up and held it back, no, he can't learn the nonsense of those dying people in the martial arts novels for a long time, and finally "the murderer is, yes-poof" and he farts, he must tell the truth! And there is only one truth, and that is—
"Drinking fake wine and vomit-"
"… "
Xiao Nian has nothing to say to Wei Rusong, not to mention that Wei Rusong is quite virtuous and knows how to turn his head and spit into the flower bed. Xiao Nian hurriedly gave Wei Rusong good breath first, but was pushed away by Wei Rusong:
"It's okay puff puff-"
Wei Rusong could almost spit out a B-BOX, Xiao Nian could only wait for Wei Rusong to spit out all the milk he drank when he was a child, drag him back to the bedroom, strip it and carry it under the shower, like brushing pigskin. rinsed clean. Maybe it was because he vomited so hard that Wei Rusong had no strength, so he could only slump on the toilet lid and let Xiao Nian bathe and change his clothes.
"Ah, ah, fake alcohol hurts people..."
Xiao Nian secretly scolded Wei Rusong if his nerves were as thick as steel bars. There must be something wrong with the man. If he didn't feel relieved and came to the bar to "catch the rape", maybe Wei Rusong would be lying in that hotel tomorrow and shedding blood His colorful crystal diamond tears.
"Don't, stop rubbing!" After finally refocusing his eyes, Wei Rusong stumbled across his crotch and suddenly felt agitated, "My dick was rubbed hard by you!"
"It's already hard."
Xiao Nian is like the 21st century version of Liu Xiahui, and he is completely indifferent. Wei Rusong seems to be infected by his ordinary heart, and he calms down as well - there is a ghost! What's the matter, my dick? Why are you chirping at night? ! Wei Rusong couldn't grab the chicken's neck like he did with a real chicken. After thinking about it, he decided to give it to himself. He raised his head and cast a wretched look at Xiao Nian, meaning "you go out and let me unload the goods." After Nian met his eyes, after a moment of hesitation, he reached out and held Wei Rusong's thing, so frightened that Wei Rusong almost didn't bounce:
"What are you doing!"
"Help you." Xiao Nian looked innocent.
"Why do you want to help me?!" Wei Rusong felt like a three-year-old with his butt up and waiting for Xiao Nian to wipe him.
"Didn't your eyes hint at me?"
"Where did my eyes imply to you?"
"You just looked at me with a dissatisfied look in your eyes."
OK, Xiao Dawenhao, your language is full! But when Xiao Nian clenched the erect cock, the unprecedented absurd pleasure on the rooftop that night was like the nectar poured into the rugged ravine, which instantly made the memory bright and vivid. Wei Rusong squeezed his legs embarrassingly, but he didn't really feel it. When he broke free, Xiao Nian had a thin layer of calluses on his palms, his fingers were white and slender like bamboo knots, and when he rubbed the crimson stalk, it was the same as when he tapped on the piano keys, and there was no eroticism at all. It means, Xiao Nian approached Wei Rusong, Wei Rusong buried in Xiao Nian's neck, took a deep breath, and immediately his nose was full of Xiao Nian's breath.
Although Xiao Nian was still wearing clothes, he was already wet with water, and was ironed by Wei Rusong's scorching body temperature, but he couldn't touch the naked smoothness. Xiao Nian licked his pale lips. He didn't know if it was because of the hot water in the bathroom. The fog that came up, or from the deep heat that suppressed the beast that was about to move, caused Xiao Nian to take off his shirt, and Wei Rusong also vomited out of his brain. His knees inadvertently touched Xiao Nian's legs, only to realize that Xiao Nian's crotch was also propped up with a bulging small, no, big tent. So Wei Rusong stretched out to Xiao Nian's trousers like a courtesy, and released his Dapeng from his trousers. Xiao Nian simply lifted his long legs and stripped himself naked, facing Wei Rusong naked.
"You don't have to worry about me."
"Shh."
Wei Rusong stood up tremblingly and pulled Xiao Nian over to let him sit on the toilet lid, and he straddled Xiao Nian's waist like last time, and the two rubbed each other face-to-face again. Even after the awakening of the size, it was very impressive, but Wei Rusong had become accustomed to it. Their penises were pressed together, and crystal clear liquid flowed out from the horse's eyes.
"Apprentice, apprentice..."
Wei Rusong's breathing became heavier and heavier, he was about to leave, Xiao Nian's technique was unbelievably good, if there was a masturbation competition in this world, Xiao Nian would definitely come out on top. Xiao Nian's desire was not relieved by Wei Rusong's innocuous salute after he had lost his mind. He was going crazy. As long as he thought of another possibility, his reason was burned out in jealousy.
If he hadn't gone to the bar, Wei Rusong would have been taken away by that man. It was absolutely impossible for a man to just have a friendship and mutual help with him... Damn.
Xiao Nian really scolded it. The swear words exploded in Wei Rusong's ears like a subwoofer. The power was like destroying the world. Wei Rusong's head went blank for a moment. He ejaculated in Xiao Nian's sexy swear words. At the same time, Wei Rusong called Xiao Nian's name, and Xiao Nian seemed to have been slapped in the head, but the morbid and extraordinary excitement was still clamoring for him to do more out-of-bounds things.
"Can I use your legs?"
This time Wei Rusong didn't even have time to react. He knew what Xiao Nian meant. Maybe the aftertaste of the climax had not faded from his body, or maybe it was because Xiao Nian's voice was so captivating that he couldn't resist. Wei Rusong hissed in a low voice. Said:
"Don't hurt me."
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Nian turned Wei Rusong over and hugged him from behind as if he was amnesty, and started to rub vigorously at the roots of Wei Rusong's tight legs. This was an unprecedented and unfamiliar stimulation. The skin is delicate and sensitive, and with Wei Rusong practicing martial arts, when the legs are tight, they will form beautiful muscle mass, tightly rubbing the thick and long fleshy dragon on the fair skin, and bursts of bright red will appear.
"Don't, don't, buddy, buddy—"
It was so strange that Wei Rusong almost gave up thinking. It's not uncomfortable, but too comfortable, so that Wei Rusong hardly has any psychological obstacles, on the contrary, he still gets some strange pleasure and satisfaction.
"As pine."
Xiao Nian broke Wei Rusong's head, his tone was undisguised lust and possessiveness, he almost gnawed on Wei Rusong's lips, but finally turned his head away and bit his lower lip. Wei Rusong saw it this time. He pretended not to see it, but closed his eyes amid the strong friction between his legs, and let the hot essence released by Xiao Nian sprinkle between his legs.
Tomorrow is December 31st, the last day of the year, Wei Rusong is still joking around with Xiao Nian as always, but the relationship seems to stop there.
Maybe they both know each other well, but neither of them is a fool. They are probably playing a game of whoever picks the fool first, and the two are evenly matched.
"Senior, are you going to New Year's Eve tomorrow? Fireworks are set off in Building 213 in Yang'an District."
"Yes! Let's go together!"
Wei Rusong responded quickly and urgently, like a thief with a guilty conscience, and when he answered late, he seemed to be hiding something in his heart. Maybe tomorrow, as long as he goes out to be that idiot, he should get the answer. If there is a disagreement, Xiao Nian will be thrown downstairs!