At night, the wind was blowing against the window, and Jinglin was simmering tea on the stove. The muddy brown tea boiled, and Jing Lin took the pot and poured a cup.
Cang Ji didn't turn on the heat, and took a sip first with Jing Lin's hand, so bitter that he had nowhere to put his tongue, and hurriedly searched for Jing Lin's lips. The two shared this mouthful, bitter and mellow between their teeth.
"Drinking tea at night." Cang Ji took a few sips, "Don't you want to sleep?"
Jinglin retreated steadily, came to the table, and said: "I think back on Dongjun's speech and behavior, and I always feel that things are not easy. Zongyin has the magical power to dispatch the wind and rain here, if he really leaves, the east should not go down. So much snow."
"What's more, he is a sea jiao, the more troublesome things he encounters, the more he should stay in the East China Sea." Cang Ji supported the edge of the table and breathed with Jing Lin, "But he may not be willing to meet you and me, especially in tonight."
"What's so special about tonight?" Jing Lin was confused, "If it's difficult, it shouldn't be delayed."
"In the 'suffering' we have experienced in the past, the sufferer often doesn't know that he is suffering. The same is true for Zongyin. Since he doesn't know, he will not want to ask you and me for help, not to mention that he may not know who you and I are." Cang Ji held Jinglin's teacup and sniffed, "Why do I still feel a bitter taste in my mouth."
Jinglin's tongue was aftertaste, and he wondered: "The smell has dissipated."
Cang Ji put down the cup and said to him, "You can taste it."
Jing Lin's palm rested on Cang Ji's chest, and the corners of his eyes were red with sparkle. He raised his head slightly and touched Cang Ji's lips, Cang Ji's palm blocked his retreat, and continued: "What kind of taste is this? It doesn't even taste."
Jing Lin said, "I tasted it!"
"Bitter or not?" Cang Ji asked.
"Bitter." Jinglin replied quickly.
Cang Ji sneered, but when he seized the opportunity, he pressed the back of Jing Lin's head and kissed someone, and said, "Trick me? It's long gone!"
Jing Lin and Cang Ji just rolled on the ground for a few laps, and now they are inseparable against the table. The table was pushed back, the teacup swayed over, and Jinglin held the teapot with a quick hand. Cang Ji touched the teapot along Jing Lin's wrist, and simply hugged Jing Lin.
"Don't go to sleep." Cang Ji walked down Jing Lin's neck and said hoarsely, "Then play with me."
Cang Ji was buried in Jing Lin's neck and took a deep breath, his whole body tense, biting the tender neck meat. Jing Lin was bitten and shivered, and Cang Ji kneaded on his back, and a slight pinch on his waist would make him tremble.
Jing Lin's breath was uneven, he stretched his arms in a panic, and the quilt asked without support.
Cang Ji grabbed his groping hand, pulled it towards his chest, and led him to tug at his shirt.
"No..." Jing Lin blocked his lips and teeth, and said vaguely, "I... don't."
"I don't want it." Cang Ji pressed Jing Lin's palm into his abdomen, chasing Jing Lin's dodging ears, and shamelessly learned, "I don't want it, I don't want it."
Jing Lin was covered in his ears, and Cang Ji's hot and humid panting rushed into his ears, making him feel helpless and weak in his hands and feet. Following Cang Ji's licking and biting, he gasped a few times, and was already half-lying on the bed.
Cang Ji used some force to get stuck between Jing Lin's legs. While rubbing Jing Lin's hair, he rubbed Jing Lin's waist. The fabric wrinkled in his palm and was pushed up and scattered by him.
Jinglin softened into a cloud, and then became wet into a fog. His slightly tilted neck trembled with an itchy temptation, and Cang Ji kissed there, as if the red-colored rain was dizzy on the light and thin rice paper, and gradually stained Jinglin, making him become The green hanli in the torrential rain was still ivory white when it was split open, and the tip of it was overwhelmed by the flushing.
Cang Ji put his long fingers into Jing Lin's lips, and he messed with it jerkily and viciously. The long fingers sandwiched Jinglin's soft tongue, soaked in Jinglin's body fluid, stirring Jinglin's breath, and his face flushed.
An unbearable sigh overflowed from Cang Ji's throat, and he had been ripped off by Jing Lin's unknowingly. The monster greedily inserted into Jinglin's lips and asked, and he was eager to make Jinglin cry and make Jinglin cry at this moment.
Cang Ji pulled out his finger, and he took the tip of his wet long finger. Jing Lin hid his tongue between his lips and looked at him panting. Cang Ji held one arm and showed his arm generously. He sucked the body fluid from his fingertips, and then pointed to the only remaining edge of his trousers.
Jing Lin raised his arms to cover his face, Cang Ji only smiled, and he said, "Do you want to see it? Don't see it now, it will be a rare opportunity in the future."
Cang Ji said that he raised his knees on the couch, his legs pushed against Jinglin's legs, and he was half-kneeling and stuck between Jinglin's legs. After Jing Lin moved back, he moved forward, only pushing Jing Lin against the wall. Cang Ji bit Jing Lin's wrist, rubbed his head away from his arm, and pressed his forehead against Jing Lin's.
"You lick me the body fluid." Cang Ji pulled down the edge of his trousers slightly, and his long fingers stained with Jinglin's body fluid were wrapped around the hardened penis. Cang Ji closed his eyes halfway, "I'll teach you a way to not waste it."
Jing Lin's throat was dry, and he had no way to escape.
Cang Ji got up, and he gradually increased his breathing. The two of them could smell their breath, and their lips faintly touched each other, but Cang Ji didn't kiss Jing Lin. He rubbed the body fluid in a crucial position and slid naked against Jing Lin.
Jing Lin felt drunk, his body and consciousness were erratic. He looked at Cang Ji without blinking for a moment, listening to Cang Ji's close ear breathing, he felt that he had become bad.
Cang Ji hasn't done it for a long time. The last time Jinglin helped him, he was still a fish at that time, and now he has a way to make himself comfortable. But he didn't want to, he masochistically screwed it up, sticking it up hard, even though the mucus from the head of the penis wet his palm, he didn't want to ejaculate.
"Me." Cang Ji sighed vaguely at Jing Lin, and then said maliciously, "I love you dearly."
Jinglin's ground was red and his ears were red.
Cang Ji was gasping for breath, stared at him, his hands gradually became faster, and said, "I miss you so much. In the north, when I can't see you. How can I miss you so much and want to break you apart? I want to push against you."
Jinglin said in a trembling voice: "Stop...shut up..."
"Shut up." Cang Ji laughed briefly, "Would you like to love me?"
Jing Lin felt that everything Cang Ji said was hot water, and it shivered in his ears. Cang Ji pressed against him, holding his lips, and his shoulders and arms became more and more tense during the breath, and the pleasure that would not come was kicked to Jing Lin by him.
Jinglin's lips were sucked by Cang Ji and made a "boom" sound, his open neck was marked with Cang Ji's traces, his legs were a little sore, and the water in his eyes was so soaked that Cang Ji had to use his thumb to press the top, waist and eyes. A bit of numbness.
Cang Ji let go of his hand, and rubbed his fingers with the tainted juice on Jing Lin's neck and shoulders. Jinglin's white skin was dyed red, he gently hooked Cang Ji's little finger, and recklessly kissed Cang Ji's lips.
Cang Ji pulled Jing Lin's leg and put Jing Lin under him. He pushed away the messy clothes and reached out with his long fingers. Jing Lin wrapped Cang Ji's neck, his hair was already scattered on the quilt, and he couldn't help frowning when his fingertips came in.
Cang Ji kissed him and buried his knuckles in it. It was so crowded inside, I pushed my long fingers out, and even my buttocks were trembling.
Cang Ji was very gentle, and he was slow and slow in Jing Lin's wet eyes. He was obviously so hard that it hurt, and he wanted to push in, but Jing Lin was both painful and refreshing. But his heart was already soaked in the sour water, and was smashed into a paste by Jing Lin's words tonight. He wished that he could really contain Jing Lin and coax him, and he didn't want to make Jing Lin suffer a little bit of pain.
"Soft tofu." Cang Ji was hoarse, and while exploring the road, he said to Jing Lin, "Soft white jade. What has changed in my Jinglin?"
Jing Lin raised his neck, panted in a mess, and said intermittently, "No... No..."
Cang Ji had buried most of his fingers, and his knuckles rubbed against the inner wall, looking for a place. He bit Jing Lin's chin and said, "You are greedy for me."
Jinglin's back was numb from being bitten, and the fingers were clenched in the hole. His tears were about to overflow, and he said to Cang Ji: "No... No."
Cang Ji looked at him fixedly, so fierce that he seemed to be able to swallow him, and said, "You are hooking me like flesh, it smells delicious, and when you bite it, it bounces back. Are you greedy for me?"
Cang Ji said that his knuckles were grinding, and Jing Lin's fingers immediately rubbed his shoulders, and he couldn't even speak. Jing Lin couldn't make a sound, but his long legs were shivering against Cang Ji's narrow waist. His eyes were closed, and the expression on his face could not tell whether it was comfort or pain. He was breathing thinly, but Cang Ji held him in his arms and didn't tell him to smoke, so he could only bear it tight.
The fingers gradually softened, and it was hot and tight inside. Cang Ji twitched his fingers, hung Jing Lin's arm, and pushed up Jing Lin's knee. The hot glans pressed against the mouth of the acupuncture point, Cang Ji kissed Jing Lin, and coaxed: "It will be cool later, you have to praise me."
After saying that, don't answer Jing Lin, the fluid rubbed against the slightly soft hole, and slowly reached the top.
Jinglin's back was tense, and he said in an overflowing voice, "Big... too..."
Cang Ji sweat dripped down his temples, he rubbed Jing Lin's legs, licking Jing Lin's toes. He pushed in like this, and the inner wall of the head of the glans slowly opened, and it was squeezed out into a tight numbness. Cang Ji held up Jing Lin's back, and hugged the person in his arms, and was bitten by Jing Lin until he lost his heart.
There were tears in the corners of Jing Lin's eyes. He was so hot and firm that he couldn't tell whether he was coquettish or cheating, biting Cang Ji's ear tips.
Cang Ji wanted to laugh, but he trapped the person on the quilt, and his waist slowly shrugged. Jinglin was bright and covered the tips of his ears, his teeth were panting, and the sound he made was vague and sticky like a small beast.
Cang Ji increased his strength in the softer and softer acupoint, he pressed Jing Lin's back with one hand, and supported one of Jing Lin's legs with the other, and began to gallop wantonly on the cramped bed. Jinglin's waist and buttocks were bumped against the quilt, rubbed all red, the roots of his legs were flushed, and his face, neck, and chest were all flushed. Cang Ji's sweat drenched him, and the skin and the skin rubbed smoothly in the "pop" sound, and Jing Lin gradually couldn't hang his arm.
"We are Jinglin." Cang Ji rubbed him fiercely, "Be good, and know how to contain."
Jinglin trembled unnaturally. He felt that he was soaked in the waves, being beaten and invaded, which was different from all the attacks in the past, so that he couldn't even touch the sword. His palms caressed Cang Ji's shoulders and cheeks at a loss, and he was pushed into waves, shaking like waves.
"I love you." Cang Ji took out most of it and said, "Would you like to marry me?"
Jinglin curled his legs, shook his head and said, "Hum..."
Cang Ji slammed to the end, and he pushed Jing Lin so hard that the bed shook when he hit it. He tilted his head and held Jing Lin's fingertips between his teeth, but Jing Lin sobbed under it.
"Are you okay?" Cang Ji covered Jing Lin and almost broke him, "Are you okay?"
Jing Lin's hips trembled, his legs were soft, and he couldn't even curl up, swaying on Cang Ji's shoulders. Holding Cang Ji's arm, he felt that he was about to die, and he actually gave birth to a kind of fear of dying. He trembled slightly, and called out in a hoarse voice, "...Okay...
Cang Ji rubbed Jing Lin's cheek with his thumb and kissed him fiercely. Jing Lin's mouth was blocked, and he couldn't breathe, so he could only cry. He held Cang Ji's arm helplessly, his half-squinted eyes fainted, and he was pushed into a spasm, and he shot wetly in Cang Ji's abdomen.
This time, Cang Ji raised his neck, let go of Jing Lin's lips, and gasped heavily.
Jing Lin took a breath, and his chest rose and fell violently. He shivered and did not retreat, but was stabbed fiercely by Cang Ji again, humming and begging: "So fierce... bro... bro!"
Cang Ji suddenly pinched Jing Lin's chin, he stared at Jing Lin, his eyes reddened. Cang Ji inserted, and Jing Lin pinched his arm so much that it hurt. The tide hit Jing Lin for a while, he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't cry clearly, and finally, in the sound of "brother", he was completely drowned by Cang Ji.