Ksitigarbha opened the door, and outside was the Yellow Sea.
"Why are you here at this time, isn't there a class?" Dizang looked at his watch, it was 2:30 in the afternoon.
Huang Hai entered the room, opened the shoe cabinet, and found that he had one of the two pairs of slippers: "It's turned up, I can't calm down."
"This is for you," Dizang took out a key from his pocket and handed it to him, "There is no place to skip class and come here at any time."
When Huang Hai saw it, it was the key to the villa, tied with a metal keychain, and a wind ghost mask. Turn it over, and there was the word "Little Huang Hai".
My heart was already quite irritable, but now it is even more irritable.
"Where did you buy it?" Huang Hai just wanted to complain, Dizang said, "I made it, do you like it?"
Huang Hai was a little taken aback.
These days, relatives and girlfriends don't necessarily give hands as gifts, let alone a tattooed brother wearing colored contact lenses.
The thief obviously likes it, but Huang Hai coaxed him deliberately: "It's okay."
It was dark in the living room, he asked, "Why do you draw the curtains in broad daylight?"
Dizang opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of drinks, and handed over his favorite grapefruit flavor: "Watching a movie."
Huang Hai was a little annoyed, he didn't invite him out when there was a good movie: "Why don't you go to the cinema?"
"Forbidden film."
"Fuck me?" Huang Hailai became interested, and ran over with his shoes, "Let my buddies appreciate it!"
Dizang followed and sat next to him on the sofa.
The screen was gray and full of people wearing gray-blue Chinese tunic suits, Huang Hai frowned: "What is this?"
"Antonioni, "China", 1972," Dizang said, "read it a few more times for inspiration."
Huang Hai rolled his eyes, thinking that he might have been fooled by Lu Lu: "I thought it was his mother..."
"What the hell?" Dizang leaned towards him, smelling of perfume all over his body.
Huang Hai's heart was beating fast, and he wanted to blush and curse at others, and in a mess, he said with his tongue out, "Then what do you call me..."
Jizo reacted: "Call me by your name? I have."
With that said, he got up to change the film.
Looking at his sexy waistline and straight long legs, Huang Hai didn't know what happened, his palms were sweating.
The film started to play, the two foreign men looked at each other, Huang Hai felt uncomfortable, twisting and turning on the sofa, suddenly, Ji Zang stretched out his arms, which meant to let him lean on.
Huang Hai swallowed, this film, this light, this posture, Lu Lu is right, he fell into the trap of others, but the hotel money may be fucking saved...
Thinking of this, his eyes slipped down unconsciously, and landed on Jizo's big pectoral muscles. The button was still unbuttoned, and the waves were choppy, making him dizzy.
Jizo followed his gaze and looked down, smiled, grabbed his hand, and placed it on his chest generously.
It was hot, Ying, and bulging, and Huang Hai took a long time to say: "It's so fucking big..."
Ji Zang leaned back on the sofa and looked at him: "If you touch my chest, you are mine."
Huang Hai's eyes met his, they were very close, and he could see his own face in the other's pupils, "Fuck!" He suddenly grabbed Jizo's eyelids, "Your eyes are blue, not colored contact lenses!"
Dizang made his eyes hurt from scratching, and the little bastard pulled his hair again: "Your hair is not beautiful, you are a fucking foreigner!"
"So?" Dizang covered his eyes.
Huang Hai pointed at his chest: "No wonder the chest is so big!"
Dizang had an impulse to force him down on the sofa.
Huang Hai stood up abruptly: "Foreigners are not allowed."
Jizo stared straight at him.
"You foreigners," Huang Hai curled his lips, "are too open."
Jizo blinked dully: ... what