"Shang Muxiao?" I put the cup containing the hangover soup on the coffee table and pushed him on the shoulder, "Drink the hangover soup before going to sleep."

After pushing a few times, I didn't wake up. I was about to pull my hand away when he seemed to have a third eye. His arm didn't move, but the other hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto him. .

"Ah..." I fell to him in a somewhat embarrassed posture, and my lower body continued to slide down because of my weakness.

He finally moved his arms, looked at my eyes flashing a strange, excitement-like emotion, lifted my lower body, and let me lie on top of him.

He said softly, "Teacher, my stomach hurts, please rub it for me."

As he said that, he grabbed my hand and pressed it down where it was definitely not my stomach.

The author says:

I watched the male version of Swan Lake several years ago. This one has been on tour before, and you can watch the live version if you have the opportunity. At present, the full version of the 2012 version of station b is a good choice.

Chapter 29 Dogs love fragrance, people tend to color

His body was hot, and the heat could be felt through his clothes.

I was imprisoned in front of him, unable to struggle or advance or retreat, so I had to follow him little by little, with fever and heavy breathing.

Desires are very common, if they are not monks who keep the precepts, there is no need to shy away from them. Of course I also have desires, but I just can't vent through this broken body.

Pursuing spiritual love, advocating the search for the true meaning of beauty and goodness, and not being too obsessed with desire, is Plato's view of love.

This kind of love is precious, but the so-called "eating and sex" is human nature, and Freud even regarded it as the most primitive driving force of human society. Once in love, human beings will become drunkards, without any reason, completely controlled by crazy desires, surrendering themselves to instinct.

He drives me, teaches me how to please him better, and conveys my preferences clearly through my body.

"Teacher, I'm still in a little pain, you need to use more force..." He kept his voice hoarse and kept kissing my temples.

I really had never done such a job, and I was so cramped that I wanted to curl up my whole body and couldn't even lift my face.

He seemed to be teasing me on purpose, and kept calling "Teacher", which made me feel more and more tormented, and there was a faint sense of guilt that was contemptuous and unreasonable.

"Teacher, your hands are quite suitable for this kind of thing." He hugged me tighter, rubbing my back vigorously, all the way down to my hips.

In the past ten years, I have used the most hands. I need to use my hands to move from the wheelchair to the bed car every day, and before I know it, several calluses have formed on the palm of my hand.

These cocoons are totally useless for everyday use, but when it comes to doing this kind of thing, it's just right.

Suddenly, I felt Shang Muxiao lift my clothes and put his hand in along the seam of his trousers.

I was startled, I pulled my hand back and straightened up. Shang Muxiao grabbed my waist, climbed up a little bit, came to the back of the neck, and fixed me.

"Don't move, darling..." He smelled of alcohol, pecked and kissed my earlobe, cheek, and then to the corner of my lips. The tip of the tongue, together with the fingertips, touched a little gap, and penetrated forcefully and undeniably.

Alcohol catalyzes desire, his, and mine.

No matter how strong the ice is, it will turn into a pool of unthinkable water under the attack of fire.

I am water now, not only water, but a puddle of water that is about to boil.

too weird.

His hands helplessly clenched the clothes under his palms, and a faint murmur came from the depths of his throat.

It was so hot that it was unbearable to have physical contact with him like this. It was so hot that it seemed to be completely evaporated in the next second, turning into a handful of water vapor and going high into the sky.

Shang Muxiao let go of my lips: "I won't do anything, let me touch you..." He panted, his eyes seemed to be hiding starlight.

I still felt hot just now, but when he stopped kissing me, I felt cold again.

I didn't drink a drop of alcohol tonight, but it seemed like I was too drunk.

Perhaps, from the moment I decided to fall in love and abandon reason, I was already a greedy womanizer.

I didn't answer, I just lowered my face, burying myself in the crevice of his neck, trembling.

My acquiescence obviously encouraged Shang Muxiao, the breathing in his ears became heavier, and the strength of rubbing the back of his neck was no longer restrained.

Impaired sexual function caused by spinal injury is not going to respond to any kind of provocation. I let him explore this boring body, separate the upper body from the lower body, and treat the lower body as another individual, so as to relieve a little sense of shame.

"Well……"

Suddenly, my eyes widened in shock at the strong sourness that suddenly rose in my body, and my whole body froze.

……how come?

It felt unfamiliar and familiar, and I couldn't help sneaking up to the place where I had slept for twelve years, wondering if a miracle had happened.

However, what I touched in my hand was still a soft mass, and there was no improvement. It's just a little wet, like telling me it's working hard.

Disappointment in heart is inevitable, but also know that this is a matter of course.

But then, Shang Muxiao's fingertips rubbed more and more at that place, and every time it caused me to tremble uncontrollably. Gradually, he seemed to know that that place was my vital point, and he attacked me again and again, which made me afraid and could not help sinking.

There were more suppressed, uncontrollable voices in the throat.

In a trance, I suddenly understood. I'm not abstinent, I'm just forced to abstain. Goodness and beauty are indeed worth discussing, but in the face of vulgar carnal desires, I will still choose the latter without reservation.

The hand on the back of the neck moved away and squeezed between the body.

"Teacher, let's go together..."

He was about to hold my hand, but I broke free.

"No need." The steaming water seemed to have entered his eyes, blurring his vision, and his voice was wet, "Go ahead, back..."

I can't believe that I would say something similar to "chasing love". The volcano that has been silent for 12 years has really exploded.