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Ye Zhao: "………………" Why did he just think that Nie Renyan was not naive? !
It was like a chain reaction. Seeing the little guy who was already drunk, even Ye Zhao, who had only drank two mouthfuls, began to feel a little bit of alcohol on his head. His cheeks and ears began to heat up, and his mind became warm.
"So when I drank the porridge just now, the heat in my eyes wasn't because of the porridge itself, but because of the stuff in it?!" Ye Zhao's alcohol intake is not too bad. Feeling drunk, after a few drinks, everyone else started to talk big, but he still stayed in the state of being slightly drunk before.
It's just that every time he drinks, he looks a bit like he's caught a cold - his eyes are full of water vapor, and his eyes are soaked and shiny, but they feel a little misty. His voice was also dyed with a faint nasal tone, which sounded much softer than usual, muffled, and a little waxy.
This kind of appearance would have easily recruited Nie Renyan on the spot, not to mention that he had been suffocating for so many days.
"You really—" Ye Zhao got up helplessly. Although he was drunk, it didn't affect his speaking and walking. He still walked steadily to Nie Renyan's side, hugged the little guy, and walked towards his little girl.
Just after covering him with the quilt, Ye Zhao felt Nie Renyan hug him from behind before he even had time to turn around.
The broad palms that were so familiar that they could no longer be familiar were placed on his back waist. The heat of the palms was clear and ambiguous through the thin layer of material of the home shirt. The blood in his body was extremely active under the influence of the wine, rushing towards the quilt. The touched places gather, and it seems that all the nerves in the whole body have become dull, except for the places that are slowly rubbed by the palms.
"Ye Zhao..." Nie Renyan's voice was a little hoarse, his hand ran along Ye Zhao's thin waistline, stroking forward, pulling out the hem of his shirt, then reaching in, following his abdomen, slowly all the way up.
The speed of his hands was very slow, and the calloused finger pulps lingered on every part of Ye Zhao's skin. Ye Zhao, who was already a little drunk, was turned on by him, and his mind felt clear and bright. As Nie Renyan fell on his neck, the delicate kisses on the base of his ears became less and less. Wherever his fingers lightly stroked, the skin became extremely sensitive.
"You..." Ye Zhao just said a word, and the ending trembled. He grabbed Nie Renyan's tricking hand on his chest, panting lightly, "This is the living room!" Besides, there was that little chuáng in front of him, even if the little guy was already drunk and unconscious, it didn't mean Ye Zhao wouldn't. feel embarrassed.
"Then let's change the place..." Nie Renyan turned Ye Zhao around, but the fingers that were lingering on Ye Zhao's chest and teasing didn't stop, the other hand wrapped around his waist to bring the two closer, and their bodies were close to each other. , pressed together tightly, rubbing lightly provocatively.
He lowered his head slightly and leaned in, his forehead was on his forehead, the tip of his nose was slightly cool, and the rapid breathing between his lips and teeth were all entangled together, and he could even clearly see Ye Zhao's eyes following the movements of his fingers, Little by little it turned red.
Ye Zhao only felt that his drunkenness was getting stronger and stronger at this moment. Although he had been trying his best to keep his sense and calm, the boozing made him faintly excited from the depths of his body, and the time it took for his reason to spread from his center to his limbs couldn't be compared. His instinctive reaction, coupled with being teased and teased by Nie Renyan with a bit of a vicious nature, made people a little annoyed. He lowered his eyes and bit his lip, then leaned his head up.
It turned out that every time Ye Zhaoyi took the initiative, Nie Renyan went completely crazy.
The two of them almost kissed and bited eagerly all the way back to the room. Nie Renyan pressed Ye Zhao to the bed almost in a posture of swallowing him up. Before he could take a breath, he pressed him again. Kissing all the way from the lips, the tip of the tongue slid across the chest, the thin waist, the groin all the way down...then hold it.
Ye Zhao's slender fingers slammed into the chair, and the knuckles were a little white. He raised his neck, and followed Nie Renyan's movements, breathing finely.
This is not the first time that Nie Renyan used his mouth to make it out for Ye Zhao, but this was Ye Zhao's most emotional time. don't know if it was because of alcoholism. He was much less awkward than before, no longer biting his lips. He didn't say anything, but clutched the table with one hand, and covered his eyes with the back of the other hand, panting for a while, occasionally making a little sound, which was enough to make Nie Renyan's eyes turn red.
Taking advantage of Ye Zhao's growing affection, he pressed his fingers all the way to the back.
When reaching in, Ye Zhao trembled uncomfortably, but he was quickly distracted by the movement of his mouth. Nie Renyan increased the number of fingers, rubbed and pressed inside, carefully expanding, while speeding up the soothing speed.
Finally, Ye Zhao let out a long and hoarse moan. The open legs instinctively wanted to close because of pleasure and shame, but Nie Renyan pressed them down. A certain hot spot was rubbed twice in the expanded area and then slowly pushed in, so slow that Ye Zhao could even feel every beat of it.