Yin Liang wore a red and white No. 5 jersey, passed the ball a few times, ran beyond the three-point line, and scored a jumper. There were piercing screams outside the court, all girls.
Lu Lu blocked his ears, he knew that men were popular, and he was somewhat proud.
At the end of the game, 87 to 89, Yin Liang narrowly won. As soon as he pulled up his jersey and wiped his face, a dozen female students ran up from the four corners of the court, chirping and handing him drinks.
Lu Lu also had a bottle of water in his hand, and he took a sip deliberately, clutching it tightly, ashamed to go up.
"Lu Lu!" Yin Liang suddenly shouted.
Lu Luteng stood up and saw Yin Liang approaching like stars holding the moon. He raised his muscular arms and said, "Where is the water? I'm thirsty."
Lu Lu stared at him blankly, he didn't even want water when so many girls offered him water, but came to get his own bottle, his face gradually turned red.
After getting the water, Yin Liang turned it on and found that it was on. He glanced at Lu Lu, and he understood. He squinted his eyes and looked up at him. His sweaty Adam's apple slid up and down against the light.
Lu Lu stared at him, as if what he drank was not water, but a part of himself, which was wet and hot, trying to embarrass him.
Yin Liang walked out of the basketball court while drinking, beckoning him to follow.
Lu Lu followed him to the back of the gymnasium. It was a very quiet place, and there was usually no one there. As soon as he entered, Yin Liang threw the bottle, turned around and grabbed him, and pressed him against the red brick wall covered with ivy: "I drank it myself." Give me some water, huh?"
Lu Lu lowered his head: "How do you know I've drunk it?"
"I drool on your mouth." Yin Liang said against his neck.
Lu Lu backed away with red ears.
Yin Liang took out his shorts pocket, took out a lemon-flavored lollipop, tore open the package, and handed it to him.
Lu Lu was very obedient, he opened his mouth, licked the lemon-colored sugar ball, and slowly swallowed it.
Yin Liang looked left and right, no one was there, bent down, not in a hurry to kiss him, but patiently watched him eat sweets, his lips were bright red and his heart beat faster.
Lu Lu took the piece of candy in his mouth, swallowed and vomited, raised his eyes to look at him, and then with a bang, pushed out the melted candy ball with the tip of his tongue.
As soon as he was pushed out, Yin Liang bullied him, sucked him hard, sprayed the hot air that had nowhere to release, and rubbed him repeatedly.
so sweet.
Sour again.
Lu Lu thought of Huang Hai, and imitated him by humming softly. As soon as the sound came out, Yin Liang suddenly suppressed him completely, as if he was about to do something crazy, but stopped abruptly restrained, gasping for breath, motionless.
"Be tough on me..." Lu Lu squinted his eyes and said coquettishly, fascinated by him.
"How fierce?" Yin Liang bowed his waist.
"It's just shown on TV," Lu Lu tiptoed and bit his chin, "It's bad, the kind that bullies people."
"Idol drama? Domineering president?" Yin Liang smiled, "You're not a little girl."
Lu Lu opened his eyes, with moist corners of his eyes, blushing cheeks, and oily lips: "I am your little girl."
Suddenly, Yin Liang's heart was numb from the inside out: "What did you say... say it again?"
No, Lu Lu struggled slightly against him.
"After leaving the stall tomorrow night..." Yin Liang grabbed his slender wrist, "Come to my house?"
Lu Lu shook his head.
"Tomorrow there will be no one in my house," Yin Liang said in a low voice, "I'll be tough on you."
Lu Lu looked at him timidly: "How fierce is it?"
Yin Liang leaned close to his ear, bit the earlobe, and said something, Lu Lu's face turned red again.