After drinking the water, the two were busy again, but when the ink burned a hammer, Chu nightning knew that it was not good.
The large-scale movements made the lines of the young man's body more and more sharp and tight, and the golden light of the sun rushed over him like a waterfall of spring water, flowing down the clumps of sexy muscles. When he raised his arms, his shoulders were very stretched. Open, the chest is smooth and firm, like a hot rock, containing amazing heat and strength.
The wooden hammer slammed into the stone mortar, and was sucked tightly by the moist and soft rice cake, and then brought it up again, attached to the sticky sticky white glutinous...
He used his endless strength and strength, and Chu nightning even felt that if he really made him unfortunate, if he really accidentally touched himself, he would be crushed under him. slag. The ink burned with concentration, panting slightly, his chest and heart ups and downs, his dark eyebrows were sweaty, the Adam's apple rolled slightly from time to time, the muscles of his upper arms relaxed, Chu nightning looked at his movements, suddenly unable to Reining in recalling the dream that he had repeated over and over again.
In the dream, he was on the ink-burning bed, and was invaded like the rice cake in the stone mortar, rubbed, and humiliated and turned into mud... He was stunned and distracted until the ink burned and called him again.
"Master."
Or maybe several times.
"Master, Master?"
Then he suddenly regained his strength, but his heartbeat was already frantic, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, his throat was twitching, and his eyes were a little out of focus: "Huh?"
The cool eyes looked down at him. Because of the heat, he looked particularly hot. He said, "Master, come, turn over."
"… "
Chu nightning only felt that in this line of sight, in this sentence, the dream and reality were infinitely intertwined. He suddenly felt a little dizzy, and there seemed to be a scarlet light and shadow flashing in front of him. He saw two people embroidering The golden phoenix rolled on the red mattress, one burly man was pressing on the other, and the red waves burst into waves.
"Master, come, turn over..."
He seemed to hear the man's hot gasping breath, as if it was behind his ear.
"Let me watch you fuck you in the face."
Chu nightning was shocked by the inexplicable shadow that flashed into his eyes. He closed his eyes suddenly and shook his head - what happened? hallucinations? Or is it too meticulous memories of that spring dream
Heart trembled, blood surged, but cold sweat dripped down.
Mo Ran noticed something wrong with him, put the wooden hammer down, and went to him: "Master, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"
"No." His voice made Chu nightning's heart numb like a worm biting an ant. Chu nightning pushed him away suddenly, raised a pair of angry phoenix eyes, the end of his eyes was slightly red, and he panted, He hated his heart so much, "The sun is too poisonous, it's just a little dazzling. Don't stand so close to me, you're sweating."
The ink burned and looked down. Sure enough, he was uneasy. He knew that Chu Ning was clean, so he immediately stood aside, but his eyes were concerned, and he was still chasing the person, and he was unwilling to move away for a moment.
After that, Chu nightning has been silent, and when the rice cakes are steamed and everyone is sitting around, he is no longer there.
"Oh, you asked Chu Xianjun, he said he had a headache, so he went back to the house to rest." The village chief said, "I saw that his cheeks were a little red when he left. Could it be a fever?"
When the ink burned, I was very anxious, and I didn't help store the rice cakes, and hurried to the small courtyard where the two lived.
As soon as the door was pushed, there was no one on the bed, and he was even more anxious. Suddenly he heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen, and the ink burned and hurriedly opened the curtain and rushed in.
Then he saw that Chu nightning's clothes were taken off, and he was holding a bucket full of water, standing barefoot on the brick-red ground to take a shower.
By the end of October, the frost has passed.
Chu nightning... The fuck is taking cold water to shower? !
The ink burned and was stunned. His face was blue and white, and he was red. He stared at the naked master. He only felt that in addition to the rumbling blood flow, such as the tide of Qianjiang, other sounds could no longer be heard.
what did he see...
This is the first time after his rebirth, that he can see Chu Wanning's body completely and clearly. No fog, no cover, nothing, only this familiar body, this body shattered the city defense he built, the memory gate he closed tightly, he felt that the blood of his whole body was burning, like lava spraying, To break free of the flesh and blood cortex.
Everything was exactly the same as what he was familiar with, nothing changed.
Suddenly he found himself out of breath.
He saw Chu Wanning's shoulders, the arc and strength were just right, like a bow drawn to seven points full, ready to go. He saw Chu Wanning's shoulder blades swaying under the thin ice-like skin.
Then he followed the water flow, yes, he followed the water flow, the water flow washed his eyes and brought his eyes down, so he saw the thin and slender waist of Chu night Ning Jin, with two shallow waists behind him. The nest, which is filled with wine, wants to kill those who yearn for him.
Further down, he saw the firm buttocks that were upright and firm, like the plump honey fruit in autumn. He knew how ecstasy he would feel when he touched it. , from now on, rubbing together with the people under you, eating the marrow and knowing the taste, it is difficult to quit addiction...
"Mo Xianjun!" Someone suddenly called him, "Mo Xianjun, are you there?"
Mo Ran was shocked, turned back, and the curtain was opened before stopping the door. Linger leaned in and said as she walked: "Why did you run away in such a hurry? My mother asked me to call you to eat sugar rice cakes, you —”
She saw that Chu nightning was taking a bath and suddenly lost her voice.
Chu nightning: "..."
Ling'er: "..."
"Ah!!!" The girl screamed and hurriedly covered her eyes. Chu nightning also had a very bad face, and it was rare to rush to get clothes, but where did he think he would run back to take a shower, and there would be one or two Uninvited guests break into his house, what a ghost!
He has always been casual, and he took off his clothes and left them where he entered the door. Could it be that at this time he had to walk through the whole room naked and fish for clothes under the eyes of the big girl
Being overwhelmed and unable to do anything, the ink burned straight towards him, raised his hand against the wall, and blocked him in his arms.
The ink burned his head and said to Linger: "Go out."
"Ah! Yes! Yes!" The girl was also frightened, and she was stunned for a while before stumbling out of the door and running away in fright.
Chu nightning: "..."
Mo Ran's face was gloomy, and when it was confirmed that she was really gone, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned back.
Facing the indifferent face of Chu nightning.
Only then did he realize that he was acting like a vicious dog protecting food, grinning to scare away the intruder, and then turning around with a whimper to lick the hard-earned food.
His hands are still on the wall. In order to cover Chu nightning tightly, he is very close to him, so close that he can easily smell the smell of Chu nightning, he can't help but froze...
The mind is hot and dizzy.
Smell is the easiest to evoke memories and desires, just like the smell of meat makes you feel hungry, the smell of plum blossoms makes you think of winter snow, and so on.
Lust is the same.
Mo Ran only felt that his soul was agitated, and the wall of will that was finally built seemed to be overthrown. Chu nightning's body odor is a little spark, falling in his dry chest, igniting his animal nature, and burning him to ashes.
He is close on weekdays, even if Chu nightning is neatly dressed, he can't help but be moved, not to mention that this person is not wearing an inch of thread and wearing nothing...
He can't wait to grab Chu nightning's cold, water-stained wrist, twist the person back, press it on the wall, and directly pull off his clothes, stick to this person, hug this person, let His back was close to his chest, and he entered so brutally and fiercely, just like in the previous life, where life and death were seized, all in sweat and gasping, turning into fragrance.
I really can't... I really want him.
The ink-burning breathing suddenly became heavy.
He didn't speak, and Chu nightning didn't say anything.
The two of them were sticking to the wall like this, standing very close to each other, and they almost touched one place, but the muscles of the ink burned arms were tight, and the meridians were bursting, trembling thinly, and supporting.
Can't touch him, can't touch him.
Respect him, love him.
Don't commit the stupid thing of bullying your teacher and destroying your ancestors again, you can't.
He said to himself repeatedly, mechanically in his mind.
It was cold, but fine sweat was gradually oozing from his forehead.
Can't... can't... ink burning, you can't... don't think about it...
His Adam's apple rolled, tremblingly closed his eyes, and closed his burning gaze under his lids, but his face was already confused...
If it is Chu nightning on weekdays, how can you not see the strangeness of the ink burning
But at this moment, his condition is really not much better than ink burning, or even worse.
He looked indifferent, but God knows how much perseverance it took him to maintain his position, to pretend to be so calm.
The burning breath is so hot and heavy, with a strong breath unique to men, almost scalding him. There are also the arms against the wall, so strong and strong, so strong and powerful, after he was reborn, he has not played against Mo Ran, but he knows that if he fights alone and does not fight spells, then he will be in front of these arms. Only smashed to pieces.
He didn't want to look at the burning eyes, his eyes dropped a little, and he fell on the chest of the burning ink.
Although they were not attached to one place, the ink burned so close to him that there was almost only a line of separation. He could clearly feel the male tension emanating from the hot chest, wide and fiery.
It seems that it can melt the coldest ice in the world and turn it into a spring tide that cannot be grasped.
"Master..."
The young man called him suddenly. I don't know if it was his own delusion, but he felt that the other party's voice was a little hoarse, full of wet desire and heat.
The ink burned him countless times as a master, calm, submissive, angry, joking, too many to list.
But this is the first time he has heard a different "Master", which is between his lips and teeth, mixed with a lustful smell, which looks so dirty and bewitching, Chu nightning feels that the seams are numb.
Impossible, it is impossible for the ink to burn him like this.
He heard it wrong, he thought too much.
Dirty is your own heart.
He stepped back subconsciously, his naked back slammed into the cold wall, he shuddered involuntarily, his lips trembled, opened slightly, and seemed a little at a loss.
The burning eyes are darker.
He looked at the moist, pale lips. Although he didn't move, he was already thinking about it in his mind, thinking about himself bowing his head and kissing it, prying open Chu Wanning's lips and teeth, and his fiery tongue attacking the forbidden area that no one had ever captured, he imagined his own The hand grabbed the waist of Chu nightning and rubbed it vigorously, revealing the tyrannical red marks on the skin.
No matter how suppressed, the blood of the wolf is still rushing in the burning blood vessels.
The sex he releases is always fiery and violent, even tearing the person who sleeps with him between the pillows, eating him clean from the inside out, licking off the last drop of blood, every inch of flesh.
He can't change to a vegetarian diet.
Closing his eyes and pressing the hot lava on his chest, he knew that it was not good, and he knew how similar a man's desire would be to that of a beast.
He retracted his hand and said almost hoarsely, "Master, I'll go get you... get some clothes."
The heavy breath brushed Chu Wanning's eyelashes.
The ink burned and turned around, strode to the door, and picked up the robe that Chu nightning left there.
Chu nightning was still leaning against the wall, but he felt that after a hundred miles of long-distance running, he was exhausted, and he couldn't breathe. He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, and saw that the ink burned his back to himself, flipping the clothes he took off over there, suddenly thinking of his state somewhere, stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly woke up!
When the ink burned into the door, he was taking a shower with his back to him, and when he turned around, the ink burned close to him and didn't look down, so he didn't notice his desire.
But if the ink burned at this time and took the clothes and turned back, then the elder Yuheng I was lonely and famous, and the image of Chu Wanning's long-standing abstinence, I am afraid that it will collapse in an instant, and the ash will be annihilated.
Chu nightning was in a hurry in an instant.
Seeing that Mo Ran has already sorted out the clothes and pants, holding them in his hands, and seeing that he is about to turn back...
There are only two choices left in front of Chu nightning.
One, pretending to have a sudden leg pain, squat down.
Two, poke him blind.
He has not made a decision on these two bad options, and the ink burned has turned around and said: "Master, you..."
what are you
He didn't finish.
The rest of the words, when he saw the scene in front of him, were all broken between his lips and teeth, stuck in the quagmire, and could never be pulled out again.