Chapter 59: The Doll Winds Up

disinfect? Is there a way to do this...

Meng Ye was shocked by this robber's logic, and he was not as dumbfounded as before. He turned his face sideways with his remaining rationality, trying to pull himself back out of the quagmire, but when he moved, it was as if he wanted to refuse and greet him, his neck exposed under his warm lips.

Zhuang Shao buried his face deeper, panting a little too quickly and unreasonably, after all, it wasn't too bad. But his body was already hot, or it was because he had a fever, so the reaction came violently and quickly.

Meng Ye struggled to shrink his neck and twisted his body in his arms, making Zhuang Shao even more uncomfortable, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, don't move, I..."

They are all men who understand something without saying it.

After hearing this, Meng Ye was so embarrassed that he couldn't find a hole to burrow in. Then, in the first second of Zhuang Shao's chaos, he didn't know which nerve was stabbed, and suddenly remembered what Zhou Yunfei said - "His skills are too tender."

Is this tender?

This is a familiar way...

In fact, Zhuang Shao just made up his mind too many times, and belongs to the theoretical giant.

"Wait, you fucking—" Meng Ye was a little annoyed by being offended, but only a little bit.

He sent his crotch all the way forward, and the diagram used this method to escape the action behind him. There are 10,000 ways to escape, such as knocking out the person behind him, unloading his arms, beating his head, stepping on his feet, and so on.

But the person behind him is Zhuang Shao, and it is Zhuang Shao who is confused and ill. He must not beat him, and he must not scold him too harshly. What if Zhuang Daiyu sheds tears again?

There is only one way to escape. However, Zhuang Shao refused to let go of his wound.

This is what kills.

"Let go of me, who the fuck are you taking me for?"

Meng Ye spoke seriously, but his trembling voice revealed his heart. He even thought that Zhou Yunfei had broken Zhuang Shao's teaching, but he didn't think that Zhuang Shao was so bad in nature and had so many troubles.

He curled up, clasping his knees with both hands, his forehead to his collarbone was all red: "I don't need you for disinfection, my own saliva will do."

Zhuang Shao sucked at him silently, gasping for breath from his nose, and his hand went in from the hem of his clothes, causing Meng Ye to bounce like a fish: "You—!"

"Wrong..." Zhuang Shao apologized vaguely, "I couldn't hold back."

But is this a fucking apology? This is... this is the first cut and then the play!

"Itchy."

Meng Ye's nerves throbbed, he opened his hand, he touched it again, he opened it and touched it again, repeated several times and it still didn't work, so he could only hold on to his two hands to keep him from moving: "You're going to be evil tonight. Yet……"

Never heard of a fever that drives people crazy, unless it burns out the brain and makes them misbehave. Meng Ye held his hand in shame and turned around to look at him. He then continued to grasp his hand with his left hand, and raised his right hand to touch his forehead: "I think it's better to find a thermometer, you brain. —"

Zhuang Shao stared at him, straight into his heart, his eyes were hot and penetrating. After staring for a few seconds, he slammed his head down heavily, his forehead pressed against his collarbone and began to pant, one after another, his eyes followed. Move down and turn into a cat staring at the crotch in the dark.

Meng Ye's face burned like a volcanic eruption, and he panicked. He slumped down and tried desperately to hold back, and grabbed the pillow towel to press down his shorts, almost as if he wanted to hide it.

But being discovered is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that Zhuang Shao has not spoken. Meng Ye didn't know whether he was so drowsy that he couldn't speak, or whether he deliberately didn't say a word. In short, the most obvious thing in the room was his wheezing, and other than that, there was only his heartbeat.

While Zhuang Shao was not paying attention, Meng Ye opened the blanket and wanted to run, but Daiyu was so ill that she could pull the weeping willow upside down, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

Hold……

Meng Ye was about to collapse.

When his waist was pinched again, he wanted to die. He wanted to kill Zhuang Shao first and then himself, so that when Zhuang Shao got better tomorrow morning, the two would stare at each other, and no one knew how to get along. He shook his voice and said, "Zhuang Shao, it's almost done, let's go on like this—"

"I know."

This is the second time that Zhuang Shao has said this tonight. Although his voice is a bit vague, the meaning is clearly expressed. He buried his face in the back of Meng Ye's neck, wrapped his arms around Meng Ye's waist, and tied the hard ends of his hair into Meng Ye's skin. Even if he didn't face each other, his presence was still too strong to ignore.

In fact, Zhuang Shao is very tough. Although it doesn't matter what he wants on the surface, he is very clear about what he wants, and quietly tames the prey he wants. It's a pity that Meng Ye discovered this too late, or he wouldn't have noticed it until tonight.

Zhuang Shao burned his vocal cords hoarse, his chin was covered in sweat, and he wiped it all over Meng Ye's body in the hug. He hugged Meng Ye and said, "No matter what happens, you can push me on top of it, it has nothing to do with you." After speaking, he might feel that his expression was not thorough enough, and he vowed in a dark voice: "You can go back on your words anytime, anywhere. Blame you, I'm not human."

These words have no antecedents and no consequences, just like a fragile tree growing on a cliff.

Meng Ye's heartbeat became stronger after listening to this, and he felt thirsty at the same time, his brain was buzzing, and the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, until he was enveloped by an unfamiliar palm touch before he suddenly recovered.

Damn it, damn it, this can no longer be explained by the word friend. But Zhuang Shao whispered, "I'll help you, or it's not fair."

A word knocked him out...

"What's not fair?" The end notes were all vibrato.

Zhuang Shao seemed to like it very much when he heard it, and said close to his ear, "Forgot? You owe me one time in your hometown."

Is that how the account is calculated? Meng Ye was confused, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. He just listened to it and didn't take advantage of it, and he didn't need Zhuang Shao to sacrifice so much.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't care, I don't care..." Before he could finish speaking, the next words were broken in his throat, because Zhuang Shao used a little force, causing him to be in chaos.

Is it true that boys who can play drums have particularly strong fingers, and there are many tricks on their hands, and the drumsticks can turn flying, not to mention other actions.

This is also called tender? There is no better technology in the world. Meng Ye thought to himself, it's normal for me, I can't stand it, right? Isn't this fucking illegal? Besides, he didn't marry me, no no no no! I don't mean that, I mean, yes, yes...

Help, my waist collapsed.

After all, he was only seventeen years old, and he had never experienced such patient treatment, especially since the other party was someone he liked. This feeling is so good that it penetrates the sky and makes him feel weightless without knowing where he is.

He tried hard to recall how the various terrible plots unfolded in the films he had watched. He couldn't remember all of them, only the part that he and Zhuang Shao started with just now was turned into a small movie for him. Play in the mind. Although the scale is very ordinary, it is not worth mentioning compared with the real small movie, but it makes people emotionally flustered and shaken.

Is it the feeling of passive enjoyment that is particularly good, or is Zhuang Shao's handwork particularly good, or is he just a virgin?

Meng Ye couldn't think any more, and even almost forgot his surname, the blood all over his body rushed to the same place, and the rest disappeared.

Halfway through, he felt embarrassed, but the embarrassment didn't take a moment to indulge again. Slowly, he began to hum, especially in a very low voice, first in the nasal cavity, then deep in the throat. After listening to the kind of humming that made the ears flood, he couldn't hide it at all.

Zhuang Shao put his arms around his waist to fix it, so that he wouldn't run around or move around, but unfortunately it was hot.

It was already early days, and the two naked bodies were sticking together like plaster, and it would be strange if they were not hot. But none of them raised any objection. Whether it was Zhuang Shao, who worked hard, or Meng Ye, who was forced to enjoy, none of them suggested turning on the air conditioner or fan, preferring to be hot rather than suspending.

Humming and humming, Meng Ye noticed that Zhuang Shao's breathing had also grown louder. He clearly didn't do anything, just gasped inexplicably, and couldn't find a suitable explanation.

In fact, Zhuang Shao is excited, the feeling of finally being able to taste the early adopters, the feeling of piercing a small layer of window paper, the feeling of frankly being relative is so good that he is so excited that he does nothing. A heart in his chest wanted to jump outside and let Meng Ye see what he was thinking.

Later, Meng Ye hummed faster and faster, and Zhuang Shao couldn't hold him in his arms, because he was shivering and his muscles were exerting force. The big doll looked like it was wound up, and it was a little out of control.

Zhuang Shao has never seen this side of him. Now that he sees it, he feels that death is worth it, and he is afraid of it. What if Meng Ye woke up tomorrow and continued to act stupid? Or what if he repented?

At least Meng Ye is completely willing tonight, he feels good.

After it was over, the duo made it terribly hot in the quilt, sweat and saliva on the pillow towel, and it was a little uncomfortable to sleep on it. Zhuang Shao went down to take a bath and wash his hands, his footsteps still drifting.

Meng Ye was still lying down. It's not that he doesn't remember, it's that his foot cramps.

During that time just now, he might have hooked his feet hard, but he was too hard to hold back.He didn't tell Zhuang Shao, because he was too embarrassed, the one who was passively enjoying actually had cramps, and the cramps were quite severe. The left calf hurt like someone was pulling, and it took several minutes to recover.

It turns out that it is too cool and there is such a risk...

It's no wonder that always hear the kind of curious news that someone flashed his waist during intercourse, someone's several hands were injured with a pestle, someone's tongue was bitten and bleeding again, and so on.

Hey.

Although it was hard to tell, Meng Ye felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.After exercising in the day and night, the intensity was so intense that he bit the quilt and shivered faintly, humming, can this not be tiring?

Hey.

Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, he knew that Zhuang Shao must be doing bad things, but he had done even worse things, and things that weren't so bad seemed to be completely embarrassing., it's fair, fuck it, totally fair...