Tu Yao stood under the wall, and Fanzi tiptoed to build him a ladder beside him. He still didn't believe it, and grabbed Fanzi's arm and asked, "Did you really hear last time..."
"It's absolutely true," Fanzi pressed against his ear, "Liao Jixiang and Xie Yilu."
Tu Yao pushed him away, rolled up his robe and climbed up the ladder. The courtyard was not big, but the walls were high, and it was dark. It took him a long time to find the place to go down. He is an expert in this kind of thing, and he settled down after a little observation. Recently, the weather has turned cold, but there is still a window slit on the east wall. He leaned over and looked in through the narrow slit.
The room was dark, and no one had arrived yet, he was quietly hiding in the dark, like a lifeless shadow, but his heart was full of turmoil, that brave Liao Jixiang and the cold and arrogant Liao Jixiang would really make Xie Yilu dry What happened
When the drum was knocked on the head, Liao Jixiang arrived, and there was a yellow light in the gap. Tu Yao squinted his eyes and looked in. Liao Jixiang was wearing a blue tapestry suit, standing alone in the middle of the room.
He started to take off his clothes, his face was very tired, he suddenly stopped moving, raised his head, and stared at the ceiling strangely, it took a long time for Tu Yao to realize that he was crying.
Because of Jintang's death. Tu Yao's chest tightened suddenly, and it hurt a little. He never thought that a big pen like Liao Jixiang would cry for a trivial servant.
After standing so straight for a while, Liao Jixiang wiped his eyes on his sleeves, and loosened his hair. Zheng Mi also had long black hair, but his was different, longer, shinier, and graceful. Charming.
Wearing white obscene clothes, he went to the wall again, unbuttoning his trouser belt as he walked, Tu Yao watched intently, he took off his trousers and bent down, soon there was the sound of running water dripping and splashing, indicating that he was urinating.
Tu Yao was astonished, Liao Jixiang squatted like a woman to urinate, for some reason, the soft place in his chest hurt even more.
Liao Jixiang got up again, he didn't lift his trousers, but casually took them off to the side. The bright white silk obscene clothes covered his buttocks, revealing a half-hidden spring, and his legs were as thin as snow, extremely beautiful.
Tu Yao took a light and shallow breath, and watched Liao Jixiang limping to the side of the face frame, wet the handkerchief in the basin, took off his obscene clothes, carried him behind his back, and wiped slowly on his chest.
Tu Yao has seen this kind of scene many times, big daughters and young daughter-in-laws, there are all kinds of beauty, but there is no one like this alone, let's say pure, gorgeous, say gorgeous, and a little cold, Liao Jixiang doesn't know it at all The eyes outside the east window, thinking of Xie Yilu, rubbed the towel down to the disabled lower body, and wiped it carefully.
Tu Yao blushed suddenly, and hastily moved his eyes away from the window. When he moved away, there was always a white figure in front of him, with his legs slightly apart, lowering his head to clean his private parts.
His breathing was a little stagnant, and he looked up to look at the moon, but today was the first day of the new year. He turned back to look in frustration, and Liao Jixiang had already put on his clothes. He was wearing a black gauze robe and sat at the table with Holding a handful of melon seeds, he gnawed them "click-click", but refused to eat them, and put them on a spread handkerchief, making a small pile.
At this time, there were noises in the yard, the sound of the door opening and closing, footsteps, and low voices. Liao Jixiang stood up and looked at the door eagerly. After a while, the door opened, and Tu Key frowned impatiently. Xie Yilu.
"Why did you come here?" Liao Jixiang posted it shyly and angrily, not at all like him.
Xie Yilu grabbed him tightly and hugged him tightly. With such strength, Tu Yao was afraid that he might break Liao Jixiang's hug.
"Do you still remember," he buried his head in the bend of Liao Jixiang's neck, "I begged Zheng Xian for Qu Feng, and you said..." After a while, he whispered with trembling lips, "You said that if you were Qu Feng, you would die in The West Yamen will not harm me..."
Liao Jixiang lay paralyzed in his arms without saying a word.
"I believe it, I believe it today!" Xie Yilu should be in tears, "Jintang... Jintang..." He couldn't say what to say later, Liao Jixiang sighed, trying to comfort him, but Xie Yilu looked up. At first, he pushed him back with some complaints, "Why don't you cry?" He pushed him to the table, blaming him for his uselessness, "Why don't you cry! Why..." He greedily grabbed Liao Jixiang His lips, like a hungry idiot, smacked repeatedly.
Liao Jixiang let him smack shamelessly like that, with his eyes closed, his eyelids flushed red from the kiss.
What a relationship they are! Tu Yao stared fiercely at Xie Yilu, watching as Liao Jixiang picked up a melon seed from the table and stuffed it into his mouth while exhaling. Xie Yilu chewed it and swallowed it with his saliva.
Liao Jixiang touched him again, he ate it himself, Xie Yilu still had tears on his eyelashes, but when he smiled, Liao Jixiang laughed with him, and sang in broken Nanjing dialect: "The melon seeds are hidden in the pointed shell, Sister peeled it off to give away my lover, sister Daolang, the last taste of melon kernels is Jie, little Anu tastes the sweetness on the tip of his tongue carefully... "
Xie Yilu kissed him crazily, with a heart full of sorrow, and tenderness after the sorrow was washed away, Liao Jixiang was breathless from his kiss, forced his eyes open, and touched his lips with the tip of his fingernails: "There is me...you have me !"
Xie Yilu loosened his mouth and looked at him with a rough pant. While watching, he stretched his hands into his arms. Liao Jixiang thought he was about to undress, so he tightened his mouth. A small stone wrapped in paper.
"I didn't go to the yamen today." He peeled off the paper, turned the stone over, breathed on the red mud-stained section, grabbed Liao Jixiang's hand, and stamped it on the back of his white and blue hand, "No Yu, don't be disgusted."
Liao Jixiang stared blankly. After the seal was removed, an oval red seal was left. It was neither a "golden mink" nor a "guest", but four small characters inscribed in seal script: "Heart, Trace..." He read He spoke with a trembling voice, "Shuangqing?"
Heartfelt double clear. The pomp and splendor have faded away, it has nothing to do with official position or military exploits, Liao Jixiang's heart is unspeakably hot, the person in front of him understands him, not the "Liao Jixiang" in the eyes of others, but he himself, Naked, a poor creature.
He gritted his teeth desperately, Tu Yao could see it from the window, he was holding back tears, at this moment Xie Yilu took out a small paper flower from his bosom again, cut out of red rough paper, shaped like a butterfly : "I bought it at a street stall in the morning."
He pinned the butterfly on Liao Jixiang's temples, lifted his chin, and wanted to have a closer look. Liao Jixiang was very awkward, and wanted to find a mirror to see if it was funny, but felt hypocritical, so he covered it with his hands: "It's not a girl, either. Buy these."
Xie Yilu smirked, reached into his bosom again, took out an identical paper flower, awkwardly inserted it into his hair, then shook his head, showing it to Liao Jixiang.
Liao Jixiang made him amused, and when he was amused, his eyes crooked, his mouth turned up, and he was angry like a spring bud. Xie Yilu's breathing became quicker, and his hands slowly touched under his clothes, Liao Jixiang trembled. After a moment, but did not refuse, Tu Yao watched Xie Yilu pull up his hem with his own eyes.
"It's just at night." Xie Yilu sniffed at his hair, two red butterflies made of paper trembled together, "It's not enough..."
What Liao Jixiang said, Tu Yao didn't hear, only saw Xie Yilu's hands pinching the pair of naked buttocks, pinching a red handprint, pinching back and forth, the skin and flesh of the entire buttocks were bright red.
Hugging him so tightly, Xie Yilu led him to the bedside, rubbing his fingers against his wet lips: "Face to face today?"
Liao Jixiang didn't speak.
"That's from later..." Xie Yilu wanted to tease him with words, but who would have thought that Liao Jixiang would suddenly grab his finger, put it in his mouth, and suck it deeply.
Tu Yao was surprised, and also shy for the two of them, until he heard Xie Yilu say with a silly smile, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt", and he guessed that he probably scratched his hand with the engraving and left a scar.
"Face to face..." Suddenly, Liao Jixiang said, so timidly, so lightly, like a drop of rain hitting the wings of a dragonfly, or like a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, beautiful and touching.
Xie Yilu picked him up with his buttocks in his arms, and put him on the bed. As soon as he got on the bed, Tu Yao couldn't see the whole thing. He only saw the two thin legs on the edge of the bed, and Xie Yilu hurriedly took off his legs between them. Before I finished taking off my clothes, I couldn't wait to get down on the ground and buried my head in...
It's incredible! Tu Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva in a panic, closed his eyes, and in his ears, that big peng was humming unbearably, with some unbearable love words in it. This is a genuine copulation, Tu Yao should go back immediately and report to Zheng Mi that Liao Jixiang and Xie Yilu are having an affair behind his back and the whole of Nanjing behind their backs, and have sexual intercourse in a silent place every night.
"Do you want to pee?" Xie Yilu asked through the window, and went to the wall to fetch the urinal. Tu Yao didn't hear clearly, and didn't open his eyes to look, until he heard Liao Jixiang say something slowly and urgently. : "... come up!"
He opened his eyes in disbelief, and saw that Xie Yilu had already taken off his trousers, and the thing on his lower body was much bigger than ordinary people. How could that cripple Liao Jixiang bear such a penis that was on the verge of attack
When he was dumbfounded, Xie Yilu climbed onto the bed, arched and arched on that docile body, and then heard Liao Jixiang groaning bitterly—he was bearing it.
Tu Yao suddenly hated Xie Yilu, hated his overpowering, and hated his hypocrisy and cunning. Before at Zheng Xian's house, he secretly inquired about Shan Mogen, but now looking at his crotch, how could he use that kind of thing? People who are things... At this moment, Tu Yao changed his mind. Could it be that the person who really wants to use is Liao Jixiang? Could it be... At that time, the two of them were already on good terms
Liao Jixiang's snort calmed down, and the sticky nasal sound lingered in the bed curtain like silk. Xie Yilu pushed him into the bed. Tu Yao could only see a thin white leg wrapped around Xie Yilu's waist, with his toes With pointed hooks, he rubbed the soft soles of his feet against Xie Yilu's sweaty skin.
"What do you want me to do?" Xie Yilu asked annoyingly.
Liao Jixiang actually answered him: "As usual..."
Then Tu Yao heard the shameless shaking of the bed frame, urgent and fast, with Xie Yilu's panting and Liao Jixiang's louder and louder cries in between.
He really doesn't avoid people, Tu Yao is embarrassed, it's so loud, the people guarding the yard must be able to hear it every night, maybe it's not because he doesn't avoid people, but because he really can't hold back, after all, Xie Yilu's thing is too brave.
"Chun Hoe, slow down... slow down!" It seemed that Liao Jixiang also thought he was brave, so he stretched out his hand to push his hip bone.
Xie Yilu slowed down, pushing in evenly one after another, slow but slow, but Liao Jixiang screamed harder, and soon his thighs tensed up and began to convulse violently.
Where is he happy? Tu Yao was curious, confused, and had some absurd reveries.
"So fast today?" Xie Yilu seemed quite surprised, dragged Liao Jixiang by the waist and dragged him to the edge of the bed, stretched his feet under the bed to reach the urinal, and hooked down on the two of them.
Liao Jixiang pinched his arm in embarrassment, but his lips kept trembling "hmmmm", which was obviously insufficient. Before Tu Yao could react, he suddenly yelled and hugged Xie Yilu's chest. shoulders, red all over.
With a sound of "shh", a stream of water trickled down from the place where they intersected and hit the urinal, as did the legs of the two of them, dripping and splashing with Xie Yilu's arching movement.
Tu Yao grabbed the window frame in shock, Liao Jixiang was clearly incontinent!
"Are you okay?" Xie Yilu asked, grabbed a ready-made handkerchief from the bed and wiped his legs, wiped it clean, and then hugged him into the bed, at this moment Liao Jixiang was dazed, "How about... He said lazily, "Shall I rub it for you with my hands?"
Tu Yao thought to himself, that pervert would not agree, who knew that Xie Yilu got up from him quickly, wiped himself with a handkerchief, and knelt down beside him with his things upright.
Liao Jixiang caught it. When Tu Yao poked his neck, he could only see a pair of slender white hands, moving unskillfully on a scary big penis.
Xie Yilu clasped that hand with both hands, held it back and forth, and moved forward more and more, as if he wanted to push it to Liao Jixiang's face.
"Yangchun..." he muttered in a low voice, hesitantly, "You look like the one in the painting... okay?"
He was talking about erotic paintings, but Tu Yao didn't know it. He saw half of Liao Jixiang's face slowly revealing by the bed curtain, with lowered eyebrows, silently staring at the black thing in his hand, staring at it, and suddenly opened his mouth...
Tu Yao didn't feel much about many things anymore. The people he tortured, the coquettish bodies on the bed in the brothel, the wailing screams behind the iron bars, for a long time, so long that he thought he was dead, and at this moment, when Liao Ji Xiang sticks out his red tongue and sucks lightly on the head of Xie Yilu's penis. When he couldn't eat it and tried his best to eat it, when he looked at Xie Yilu intoxicated, Tu Yao covered his penis for the first time in a long time. , not only the lower body, but even the empty chest suddenly came alive.