Yin Liang looked at Lu Lu on the bed, doing that with difficulty.
His face was very red, because he was shy and drunk, and the lubricating fluid was squeezed out a lot, and it was not done well, and a large piece of the bed sheet was wet.
Yin Liang stepped on his shoes and climbed up from the end of the bed, covering him little by little.
Lu Lu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently.
"Shall I help you?" Yin Liang pressed his face against his face, suppressing a smile.
Lu Lu stared at him bitterly, the corners of his eyes were red, and his upper and lower lips were tightly pressed together.
Yin Liang started to kiss him, chin and sideburns: "I like you, Xiaolu, I really, really like you..."
Lu Lu's tears welled up all at once, afraid that he would see him, he tilted his head against his shoulder, opened his mouth, and bit hard through the thin white shirt.
Yin Liang was in pain, and hugged him suddenly, that naked body, white and thin, seemed to be broken from it.
"Help me take off my clothes." Yin Liang said.
Lu Lu avoided his breath, pressed his body against his body, burning hotly: "My hands... are not clean."
"It's okay," Yin Liang stretched his hand down, "You help me, I'll help you, change."
Lu Lu stared at him, until the unspoken place was clumsily supported by his fingers, then he trembled and closed his eyes in shame.
"Look at me." Yin Liang said, in a low voice, like a whisper.
Lu Lu opened his eyes, Yin Liang was holding the phone with one hand, the screen was facing him, it was the address book, and the contact was Meng Xiaotian.
Yin Liang dialed the number.
Lu Lu didn't know what he was going to do, broadcast live to that woman? What did he take himself for.
It took a long time to pick up the phone over there, and Yin Liang turned on the speakerphone: "Hello."
Wheezing, crunching mattresses, and someone screaming, very familiar, like...
"Yin Liang!" The other party was very angry, breathing quickly. This voice was heard by land, mature and sexy, and it was Jizo.
"Why are you two having sex every time I call?" Yin Liang glanced at Lu Lu, embarrassed, "Let Huang Hai answer the phone."
"I can't take it," Dizang didn't stop, "He's so excited, he can't speak now."
What else Yin Liang wanted to say, Lu Lu suddenly understood that Meng Xiaotian was Huang Hai, and the 58-second sex was not Yin Liang at all, but Huang Hai and his husband.
Thinking about it, it is true that a high school student like Yin Liang can't hold the difficult slapping method in the voice.
"Your mother Huang Hai!"
The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, first he was in a hurry, and then Huang Hai's miserable hoarse voice: "Brother Lu..."
"Fuck you," Lu Lu yelled at him, "You're fucking helping someone else fuck me!"
It was the first time that Yin Liang saw Lu Lu's side. Lu Tuo's son was aloof and said the same thing. He was a different person from the poor boy who spread pancakes.
"Yin and Yin Liang are not others," Huang Hai hurriedly explained, "He found out that you lied to him, so he came to ask me, if I don't help him lie to you, he will blow it to you!"
Lu Lu glanced at Yin Liang, the corners of his eyes were still tear-stained, and the pink color made it impossible not to like: "Wash and go home and wait, I'll see you tomorrow."
Huang Haizi was wronged by his mother: "Yin Liang is the mastermind, why don't you scold him, you can kill me..."
"Still talking back," Lu Lu raised his eyebrows, very scary, "If you mess with someone when you are just an adult, I will teach you for your father!"
Hearing what he said, Yin Liang silently pulled out two fingers.
Lu Lu reacted quickly, grabbed his wrist and ended the call.
Yin Liang looked down at him.
Lu Lu tilted his head to look at him, his short black hair rubbed against the snow-white soft pillow, and smiled: "I didn't mention you," he pulled him hard, onto himself, "You lied to me just because I like you..."