Xie Lun's face turned red and white for a while, and then he said, "... Take it out and show it to me."
"What do you want to see, Allen?" Zhao Jingtingfu immediately burst into laughter and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll bring it over right now. Let's watch it together, learn together and make progress together!"
The corner of Xie Lun's mouth twitched: "...Who the hell wants to study and improve with you?! Stop being so verbose!"
Zhao Jingting was so relieved by Xie Lun's scolding that he laughed twice. Then he got out of bed and took a small book from the drawer. He quickly got into bed and handed the small book to Xie Lun as if he was offering a treasure. She opened it in front of Xie Lun and explained excitedly to Xie Lun: "Alan, look, I followed what I said above on New Year's Eve. Because it was your first time, I was afraid of hurting you, so I used the simplest words. The posture, you see it is this posture. It is said that this is the easiest posture. Look at how detailed the painting is. Alan, you don’t know that I was so excited that night that I almost died in battle... "
"Zhao Jingting, you... you've had enough! Shut up! Shut up!"
Xie Lun was about to vomit blood. This old man was usually the most taciturn, but at this time he was talking a lot, and every word he said was hooliganism. Xie Lun was so angry that he gritted his teeth, pulled off a piece of clothing and stuffed it into Zhao Jingting's noisy mouth, when she saw what kind of clothes it was, Xie Lun almost fainted.
He actually stuffed his shorts into Zhao Jingting's mouth.
This couldn't be more embarrassing.
…
Zhao Jingting didn't even pull it off, he just kept holding the pure white panties in his mouth, and the two of them looked at each other strangely.
Xie Lun didn't dare to look at Zhao Jingting at all, but Zhao Jingting kept staring at Xie Lun's face, which was redder from embarrassment and shame. Zhao Jingting's eyes were red, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
"You... you should take it down," Xie Lun looked awkwardly at Zhao Jingting's red eyes for a long time, thinking that Zhao Jingting was angry. He pursed his lips uneasily and whispered, "I... I wasn't just now On purpose... Besides, who asked you to talk so much? I really didn’t mean it... "
"It would be better if you did it on purpose..." Zhao Jingting slowly spit out Xie Lun's pants and said in a rough voice. His eyes stopped on Xie Lun's moist and red lips, and his eyes became even redder. "Alan, did I hurt you last night? Does that place still hurt now?"
Xie Lun shook his head awkwardly and said stubbornly: "No, I'm very fine and in good health. Don't worry about it. Is it okay to keep asking this if you have nothing to do?"
Zhao Jingting's voice became rougher: "Is it really not hurt?"
Xie Lun became angry again from embarrassment: "Zhao Jingting, you're so damn energetic, aren't you?! If you dare to be verbose again, I won't even recognize your parents if I don't beat you!"
The next second, Zhao Jingting suddenly pushed Xie Lun on the bed, panting and pressing on Xie Lun. He looked down at Xie Lun, his posture was like a lion that had been hungry for a month.
"Alan, you said it yourself and you weren't hurt."
"You... what are you going to do?" Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting in horror, and suddenly came to his senses, "Zhao Jingting, I... I tell you! I'm injured! I'm seriously injured! Don't believe it. Ah, this time I... I may have to drink vegetable porridge for a month... not two months, I am really hurt! "