Xie Yilu blocked the door with one hand, while holding the door frame with the other, arguing eagerly: "Why didn't you let me in, I was let in before, I'm going to ask him!"
This was the third time, Liao Jixiang didn't let him in, Xiaolaoquan couldn't see anyone, Xie Yilu was like a lone wild goose who lost his companion, making trouble in front of his corner door in the middle of the night.
The gatekeeper was Jin Tang, who greeted him first and said, "The Dugong doesn't want to see you, you are also a scholar, why are you messing around!"
That being said, he looked at Xie Yilu playfully. He didn't know if the words he heard next door were true or not. Does this wimp in front of him really have a "relationship" with the Duke? He is also curious about this kind of thing, wondering if the Dugong, who is usually as cold as ice and snow, is really willing to degrade himself, and gave him the femininity like an actor
"He wants to see me, but you don't let him!" Xie Yilu was about to squeeze in, when Jintang saw a few figures flashing by at the opposite street corner, wearing cyan twisted pleats, small braids, and white leather boots , It's Fanzi!
"Go!" He called Mending with the sword, "Go and see!"
Taking advantage of Mending's opportunity to go out, Xie Yilu rushed in and ran to Liao Jixiang's big house without hesitation. The chasers grabbed his clothes several times, but he frantically threw them off and fell on Liao Jixiang's house. When he was on the threshold of auspiciousness, he was as embarrassed as a stray dog.
A pair of feet wearing plain shoes stood in front of him, the size and size of which Xie Yilu was very familiar with, he grasped them, and raised his head affectionately.
Liao Jixiang didn't look at him, but looked at the people chasing him outside the door, and lightly raised his hands, telling them to enter the house and take "Master Zhang" away. After closing the door, it was just the two of them, Xie Yilu took off his hat scarf and tumbled outer robe, and put them on the side of the table, Liao Jixiang looked away in embarrassment when he saw his unbecoming appearance.
"Why don't you see me?" Xie Yilu asked panting.
After waiting for a while, Liao Jixiang said: "... something to do."
"Is there something wrong?" Xie Yilu stared at the piles of letter paper on the table, and said coldly, "Is there someone else?"
Liao Jixiang didn't understand what he meant for a while, and when he understood, his whole face twisted up, his slender eyebrows raised sharply, and he didn't bother to answer him: "You're hungry," he pointed to a plate of exquisite meat on the small table. Fa cake, "Big help."
He also called that thing "Great Rescue". Xie Yilu glanced at it and stood still: "Then you make Zang Fang stop thinking."
How this name got mixed in, Liao Jixiang couldn't understand, but Xie Yilu must have read his letter, he should be angry about this, but he said: "He is not you, so he has no weird ideas .”
Like a child, Xie Yilu sued aggrievedly: "I have no idea, he wrote those sour poems!"
Liao Jixiang sighed, feeling that he couldn't explain clearly to him, but Xie Yilu was aggressive: "If you care about me, write a letter and break up with him!"
The room fell silent, and the atmosphere was tense. Xie Yilu bit his teeth and did not let go, waiting for Liao Jixiang to compromise. Liao Jixiang finally compromised: "What do you want me to write?"
Xie Yilu rolled up his sleeves, dipped a pen and spread paper for him, and said, "Come here."
This was simply making trouble out of no reason. If it were someone else, he would have shouted "Why?", but Liao Jixiang was overwhelmed by him, and walked over gently and slowly, hesitating to approach.
As soon as the two of them touched each other, everything changed. His breathing became heavy and his body temperature became scorching hot. Liao Jixiang wanted to take the pen from his hand, but he grabbed his waist and staggered into his arms. Started, and wrote down a few words - there is nothing to do, how can I not forget my love!
Putting down his pen, Liao Jixiang raised his head and looked at him in a daze: "But this...is your handwriting."
Xie Yilu came to his senses and stammered foolishly: "Then, then copy it again."
He let him go, reluctantly, lingeringly stroking his neat hair on the side of his ears: "These days, you are so cruel!"
Hearing such passionate complaints, Liao Jixiang's bones were so weak that he could not hold his body. He pressed his lips tightly, and Xie Yilu said again: "Do you miss me a little?"
Liao Jixiang dodged, but nodded.
Xie Yilu couldn't hold back anymore, grabbed him, held his blushing face, and pecked him with his mouth. After only one peck, he made a low, swallowing sound from the depths of his throat, and then roughly He hugged him tightly, frantically sucking his slippery tongue, licking his hot cheeks, pinching and rubbing the flesh on his chin, and Liao Jixiang looked at him timidly, as if he was caught by the wind A bird with ruffled feathers, or a tiny gravel caught in the waves.
The stomach was hot again, Liao Jixiang looked at the table in confusion, the fan was indeed placed there with the robe, so what is this on the stomach
No matter how ignorant he was, he understood at this time. He pushed Xie Yilu desperately to retreat, but he couldn't move, so he twisted his waist and pouted his buttocks to dodge. Entwined and entangled, straight to the Duobaoge full of antiques.
There was a sound of "dong", the sound of the big wooden grid shaking, and someone outside the door immediately called: "Duke?"
"No..." Liao Jixiang opened his mouth and found that his voice was hoarse. He could have called someone in to end this farce, but he held back his silence.
"Yangchun," Xie Yilu called him, biting his ear, stroking his back with both hands, "what are you hiding..."
How can you not hide! Liao Jixiang trembled and dared not look at him: "You..." He couldn't open his eyes in shame, "You touched me..."
He pointed to the bottom, Xie Yilu knew, but instead of backing away, he hugged him even tighter, and bumped him hard with his lower body.
This is so shameless, Liao Jixiang stared at him in surprise.
"Bodhisattva!" Xie Yilu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, his face was also flushed unreasonably, "I don't care about shame anymore!" He said, dragging Liao Jixiang to the big bed, Liao Jixiang was a little dazed, Struggling dully, threatening in a low voice while struggling: "I called someone, I really called someone!"
The more he panicked and said that he wanted to "call someone", the more Xie Yilu couldn't let him go, and he sucked his face obscenely to make a "bobo" sound. Liao Jixiang panicked, and in order not to go to bed, he slumped and sat on the ground : "I can't..." he begged, and even said self-deprecating words, "I'm a eunuch!"
Xie Yilu felt a sudden pain in his heart: "I don't care what you are!" He turned around, hugged him arrogantly, and squeezed between two Duobaoge standing side by side. In such a small space, he put He blocked it, pressed on it, and blocked his hands to prevent him from running.
"You're in my place, why are you acting so wild!" Liao Jixiang finally showed a fierce look, but Xie Yilu was not afraid of him, no matter how arrogant Da Dang was, he was as gentle as a girl to others, to him.
"I'll make you happy!" Xie Yilu stared blankly, grabbing his collar and trying to tear it apart. Liao Jixiang hurriedly pressed his hand. He remembered Meazza's words, "You let him take You have become an actor, a little singer!"
When he couldn't do it, Xie Yilu felt down, picked up Liao Jixiang's skirt, and stretched it in from the bottom of his skirt, pulling his belt impatiently.
Liao Jixiang was so bullied by him that he couldn't help it. He was swaying like an ant on a hot pot, and his belt was tightly tied. Xie Yilu simply put his hands around his back, grabbed the waist of his trousers and pulled it down for a long time. I couldn't peel it off, but only touched a small piece of skin on the back of my waist.
The eunuch's flesh was very slippery and greasy, like soaked rice cakes, Xie Yilu shamelessly pinched at that spot, Liao Jixiang was forced to lean against his chest and tremble, as soon as the guy's mouth approached, he got angry turned his face aside.
"Loosen your pants," Xie Yilu said, "Quick, be obedient."
Liao Jixiang didn't move.
"I just touch it," Xie Yilu lied to him, "touch the leg."
Liao Jixiang still didn't move.
"I... I can't take it anymore, let me take a look, it's to save me!"
Liao Jixiang actually believed such a ridiculous lie, hesitated, and put his hand into the horse-faced skirt: "Just... just look at the legs?"
"Just look at the legs!" Xie Yilu coaxed him. In fact, he wanted to see his whole body naked. Liao Jixiang moved very slowly. He wanted to pull his trousers down, but Liao Jixiang immediately repented and pulled his trouser waist tightly without letting go.
Xie Yilu pulled down roughly, unable to pull it off, a little impatient and annoyed, he pulled Liao Jixiang's shoulders and turned him over, and took off his pants from behind.
Liao Jixiang yelled in horror, strange, no one asked questions outside the house this time, Xie Yilu became confident, lifted up the thick woven fabric, and looked at the snow-white butt from his waist—it was really snow-white , Liao Jixiang has been riding horses all year round in Gansu, his buttocks are small and upturned, at this moment he is tense because of shame, his legs are clamped, and he trembles slightly.
"What are you going to do!" Liao Jixiang's eyes were red, Xie Yilu endured it, and finally couldn't help touching it. It was a place that had never been touched before. Liao Jixiang froze in fright: "You Said he only touched the legs!" He stretched out his hands awkwardly, pushing back feebly.
"Legs," Xie Yilu looked down along the buttocks, the silk pants were piled on the ankles, revealing two smooth and straight legs, "the legs also need to be touched..." As he said, he went to pinch Liao Jixiang's thighs again. The skin is softer than a man's and firmer than a woman's. She is a stunner between men and women. Are all eunuchs like this? He couldn't help being surprised.
"Let go of me, I don't want to!" Liao Jixiang was like a fool, a man took off his pants, how could he stop, but he didn't understand this, and moved his defenseless body on his own.
A white buttocks dangled in front of his eyes, as if being strangled by an invisible hand, Xie Yilu loosened his trouser belt impatiently, and took off his trousers shaking his wrists.
Liao Jixiang didn't know anything, he twisted and struggled, and he didn't even hide when the hot and slippery meat was pressed against his buttocks.
"Nursing spring!" He didn't understand what they were doing until Xie Yilu rubbed his hips in his arms, but it was too late, and he was deeply stuck in Xie Yilu's crotch. In the crook of his arms, he swayed repeatedly with his frantic rhythm. When he guessed what Xie Yilu's butt was, he was so ashamed and indignant, so unbelievable, but he couldn't control it, his voice seemed to vibrate from his chest, rubbing There was a sound all at once, and I couldn't stop it.
Although the voice was small, it was like thunder to Xie Yilu, whipping him like a whip, making him stand up faster and hit harder: "Yangchun, Yangchun!" He called his name in a whisper, "I Damn, I'm damned!"
After he said this, Liao Jixiang tolerated him, and he couldn't bear to curse: "Then...then you stop!"
"I can't stop," Xie Yilu rubbed his big thing on his round buttocks, making the two pieces of white meat shiny and slippery, "Wait for me... wait for me to get it out!"
Liao Jixiang's whole face was flushed red, his hair crown was loose, his forehead hair fell off, and sweat was sticking to his face: "What, what's coming out?"
Xie Yilu couldn't explain it to him, and the current situation couldn't allow him to explain it. He stretched his hand from his armpit to Liao Jixiang's chest, groped in along the gap of his collar, pinched one nipple, and squeezed it recklessly.
"Xie Chunhoe!" Liao Jixiang yelled bitterly, clenching his teeth while trembling, the flesh of his buttocks might have been softened, Xie Yilu didn't know how to push so hard, but accidentally bumped into his buttocks , the two of them yelled at the same time, Xie Yilu's bloody thing was pinched by the wet tender meat, and it leaked out unsuspectingly.
With such a strong shake, the Duobaoge on both sides shook, and with a "crack", a large bottle fell and hit the ground as if it was broken. Even so, no one outside cared about it.
His clothes were soaked with sweat from inside to outside, Xie Yilu calmed down and looked at the muddled things he did - Liao Jixiang's buttocks were all messed up with his stuff, overflowing from the slightly opened buttocks, sticky drip.
"Sin!" Xie Yilu panicked, turned back quickly to find a handkerchief on the table, found it and wiped it carefully for Liao Jixiang, wiped back and forth between the buttocks several times, and then backed away embarrassingly.
Liao Jixiang turned over with his neck nestled, his hands were holding on to the waist of his trousers for too long, his knuckles were stiff, he saw Xie Yilu folded the dirty handkerchief and put it into his arms.
Xie Yilu turned his head, he immediately looked away, blushed, pretending not to see, Xie Yilu pointed at the broken porcelain on the ground apologetically: "It's ruined..."
Also falling down was a sandalwood fan box, inside which was an ordinary plain paper fan. From the corner of the thrown away corner, it could be seen that the inscription should be the words "when fish and water meet, when wind and cloud meet".
"You go." Liao Jixiang said angrily, pulling up his trousers.
Xie Yilu was ashamed of him and didn't dare to stay any longer. He pushed the door out in desperation, closed the door, turned around, and raised his head. stare at him.
Revealed! Xie Yilu was startled, and walked away sullenly. When he passed by them, someone tripped him, and he fell to the ground with his hands on the ground.