The painting style seems to be getting more and more biased!
316.
After hanging up the terminal call to Murong Jihua that lasted only three minutes but equivalent to a century, Murong Jihua's expression relaxed, and he pushed He Junle who was lying on top of him and trembling with laughter.
"... Get up, don't laugh, your posture is not very good. If you are photographed, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it sounds too spicy."
"Hehe... It's very interesting. I didn't see it. Even if Mr. President goes bankrupt, you can still make a living in the entertainment industry, can't you?"
"Thank you for the compliment, if my little Bailian can also be with me... hmm?"
317.
Murong Jihua's movements suddenly stopped.
I haven't noticed it for a long time, the game logo in the upper left corner seems... It hasn't flashed by for a long time.
——"Mad pampering: Domineering CEO's Beloved Little White Lotus"
Keeping the transparent light pink, curled up in the upper left corner of Murong Jihua's field of vision.
Come on, I seem to have done a lot of behaviors during this period of time, why, why didn't I warn at all
broken
319.
"snap"
The little paparazzi who escaped the bodyguards and entered the corner of the garage after all kinds of hardships: "..."
"Sorry, I forgot to turn off the flash..."
320.
"..."
"He Junle, do you mind if there is a news on tomorrow's gossip headlines that is similar to the exposure of the picture of the president carrying his lover in an open-air car?"
"..."
"What a coincidence, I don't mind."
stop sucking... i beg you
321.
"But although it's impossible to do it with a real gun,"
He Junle got up from Murong Jihua's lap, leaned on the seat and stretched:
"Are you going to fool Her Royal Highness so casually?"
Murong Jihua rubbed the heels of He Junle's numb legs, thanking the other party for not encountering some indescribable places, and pinching the base of his nose irritably:
"Don't underestimate the obsession of certain characters with flawed characters. If she wants to contribute to the evolution of mankind, then let her do it.
Your task is to sell rot to me well, remember to always keep in mind the character image you just established for Your Highness... "
He Junle shrugged:
"You should remind yourself that if the princess dragged me to check my body just now and found that I was naked and a man, you would be in big trouble."
322.
Murong Jihua's movements stopped.
Yes, yes, makes sense!
Confessions are not enough, there must be physical evidence, right
You said that the two of you are armed with live ammunition every night for pregnancy, and I believe you? What about the evidence
But I'm only twenty years old! A virgin who is in his prime of youth, who the hell knows what evidence will be left when a creature is sexually assaulted? Check in every day
323.
So he said in a strange way: "Then you want to kiss me?"
324.
Before his brain could react that this was enough to shame him to death, He Junle flew over with a resolute "no".
"Do not misunderstand."
He Junle stretched out his index finger and rubbed his lips:
"The lips left can only be regarded as invalid evidence. You are not a woman, so you can't wear lipstick, right? You said you kissed, but who can tell whether your mouth has been kissed?"
"oh oh… "
325.
What's it like for two straight guys (maybe) to have a serious discussion about what evidence clapping for love leaves behind
Murong Jihua: ... It's a little better than expected, his words don't seem so hard to accept.
326.
Murong Jihua: "Then what suggestion do you have?"
He Junle: "Don't worry, I'll ask my forty female friends who have had sexual experience..."
Murong Jihua: "Don't ask any more questions. Ink blots never die. Come and see me. Make good use of the Internet search function. It's convenient for you and me."
He Junle: "No ink marks. If it was me, they would reply in seconds. Here, look—"
Murong Jihua: "Look at mine first, I've found it."
The most common: hickey marks, scratches, etc.;
Limited grade: [Harmony]
In view of the fact that there are many advanced operations in the Harmony version that neither of them can understand, the two of them tacitly chose to ignore it—only looking at the common operations to ponder.
327.
Murong Jihua blushed, and He Junle looked as usual;
Murong Jihua is ready to move, but He Jun is as happy as a mountain.
Murong Jihua poked He Junle with his elbow: "Come?"
He Junle nodded expressionlessly.
Murong Jihua sighed and said, "Then I'll give it to you first—don't move..."
He Junle ignored him, and directly raised his wrist to his lips—after a blushing sound of sucking, he showed Murong Jihua the bright blush on the pale skin on his wrist under Murong Jihua's dazed gaze:
"Well, the strawberries are growing well, aren't they?"
"..."
"What's wrong with you, why don't you suck?"
"By the way, don't suck your neck. A friend of mine was sent to the ICU because of neck sucking. Just put it in other conspicuous places."
328.
I can't say that I wanted to wait for you to suck me!
What kind of hardcore operation is this
No pure love novel would write such a dry plot!
He smiled reluctantly:
"I suck."
329.
Yan Jihua has experienced many embarrassing things in his life.
Playing girl games and dying miserably counts as one thing;
The girlfriend picked up only counts herself as a father;
Treating the rival in love who took away her first kiss as a woman and touching his [beep—] counted as one;
Wearing the ring of Piggy Peggy to declare one to the whole country;
I exposed myself to the outside, kissed it, sucked it once, and planted countless strawberries, which counted as one.
Tired and not in love.jpg
330.
Murong Jihua, who swallowed his tears while sucking his arm, really wished to lose his senses at this moment, the voice of the man next to him licking him was disturbing his eyes!
It must be that He Junle's voice is too perverted, and it even affects, when it comes to, his own, endocrine, hormones...
——From President Murong who stepped up his legs and tried to find a reason for his own trend.
331.
"Ah Xiaomo, at this very moment, how much Dad wants to be by your side instead of being with your brother Le and release pheromones like crazy!"
Murong Jihua roared silently.
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The Qingming double watch is over, hehe~
Hmm... Because of Jinjiang, the number of words will affect the ranking and follow-up, so I will press the number of words before Qingming Festival, and I may have to press the number of words before next Thursday, and it will be updated every day...
But the day will never stop! mwah!
Congratulations to the official Xuan Duck!
332.
A series of physiological phenomena that Murong Jihua didn't want to admit but did happen are happening within his height of 1.86 meters.
— Parasympathetic nerve excitation, relaxation of smooth muscle cells in arterioles and vascular sinuses in a certain x cavernous body, dilatation of cavernous sinuses, and increase in arterial blood flow...
As a result, the small veins under the buffy membrane are compressed, the venous outflow tract is closed, and the contraction of the pelvic floor muscles further compresses the cavernous body, making it further swell and hard to produce—
Countless technical terms flashed through his mind, and Murong Jihua finally had to face the results of this series of physiological reactions—
He has changed.
The stimulus was the sucking sound of his rival, which he could hear even with his ears plugged.
333.
Alas! What kind of face do I have to see the god three feet underground again!
No! It's definitely not because I have any unreasonable thoughts about He Junle, that kind of voice, even a man would respond, right
I... probably probably wouldn't have that kind of feeling for him, would I
—Today’s CEOs are also trying hard to tighten the steering wheel of sexuality.
334.
"Almost."
He Junle put down his sleeves, admiring the mottled masterpiece on his pale skin with satisfaction:
"Hey, how about you... hmm?"
—Murong Jihua was wearing slim suit pants.
Without any effort, He Junle had a panoramic view of the tent that President Murong had set up on the spot.
He Junle: "...you are the first man I see who sucks himself up."
"..."
Murong Jihua, who had no time to hide his reaction, had a look of lovelessness: "You are the first man I've ever seen who is so gay and doesn't even know it."
"?"
"It's nothing...it's nothing, I was distracted for a while, it's normal. Make a good face, I, Ben, are going to drive."
As men, there is no need to take that matter into consideration.
He Junle, who has been immersed in obscenity and gray for many years, seemed to accept the other party's explanation easily, and he winked at him: "Are you planning to go out like this? Don't you go to the bathroom to deal with it?"
Please shut up, don't you think I'm not ashamed enough—"... no, I can stand it."
"Let me help you."
"ah?"
"Change, I'll drive and you sit next to me."
335.
If Murong Jihua's blood can be distributed to his head more, maybe he can still remember the exhilaration of He Junle's drag racing last time, maybe he can think a little more when handing over the keys to the sports car.
He Junle—You Long Aotian is still your Long Aotian!
Murong Jihua: "Damn! The garage door is so big, do you have to drift over the hurdles?! Your exhaust fumes make the face of Miss Toll pale, take it easy, bro!"
Murong Jihua: "I'll go! - Those reporters are not afraid of death siege, you are more courageous, just run into it? If they didn't scramble to avoid you just now, would you really cause me trouble?!"
Murong Jihua: "Ahh! Stop, stop, stop! This is not a fucking racetrack - it's going to be overturned, I'm still young and I don't want to die in love with you - hey, didn't it turn over?"
Murong Jihua: "Did you run the Ring Expressway like this? This is not V