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But Fu Ci didn't let go, and squeezed his hand around his waist, "You said just now that you don't hate it..."
He stuck the person in front of the pool wall and himself, with a domineering and gentle posture, and repeatedly confirmed, "Pray, can I really do this?"
Is this kind of thing really allowed?
The force with which Fu Ci pushed his shoulder suddenly became lighter. After thinking about his original purpose, he still hugged the other person back and expressed his attitude, "It's ok."
On the contrary, still like it.
There is nothing more bluntly expressing Fu Ci's desire for himself. It is not the friendship between friends, but the kind of need between lovers, which is scorching hot.
The two hugged quietly for a while, but Fu Ci quickly became restless and kissed lightly on his neck, mixed with light bites, which made Qi Yan a little hard to bear.
"Fu Ci, do you think you've come out of the shadows at that time?" Qi Yan raised his head, his hands couldn't help inserting/inserting into Fu Ci's sweaty hair, his voice trembling imperceptibly.
He doesn't know if his method is effective or not. It stands to reason that this is the most straightforward and stimulating method. Using pleasant memories to cover up the dirty memories of the past, Fu Ci will definitely be able to gradually adapt to the relationship between gays and lesbians. Intimate, but also able to face their true thoughts calmly.
Fu Ci rubbed his teeth on the back of his neck, and after seeing a clear red mark, he replied vaguely, "Not yet."
I don't know why Fuci loves the back of her neck so much, she never forgets it every time, sometimes it's a shallow kiss, sometimes she bites with her teeth, maybe it's because of the water, her skin is extra delicate and painful. He let out a small whimper.
Fu Ci paused and prayed that the other party would feel sorry for him, but on the contrary, Fu Ci's strength was heavier.
Qi Yan bit his lip, and the legs that were originally entangled in Fuci yao also loosened like a force, and his toes curled up, kicking weakly under the hot spring pool, but it was of no use, just ripples on the surface of the hot spring.
"It's very hot." Qi Yan couldn't help urging, the temperature of the hot spring water was already very high, and after soaking for so long, he felt that he was completely familiar, and he was entangled by Fu Ci and kissed and chewed...
"Is this posture so difficult to get used to?" Qi Yan asked again, and he took a deep breath, feeling the increasingly restless hand on his waist, and the gradually chaotic brain suddenly slipped, "Fu Ci, shouldn't you be? On purpose?"
Fu Ci's kiss just landed on Qi Yan's shoulder, and she stopped subconsciously when she heard the words.
He heard the anger and the gnashing of teeth implied in the voice of the prayer, and pursed his lips with a guilty conscience, "I didn't..."
He wanted to fool him, but Qi Yan lifted his leg and kicked him on the waist, "Let go of me!"
Although the water was very slippery, he was not kicked very painfully, but Qi Yan's voice was so cold that he was so frightened that he didn't dare to act recklessly, so he could only release Qi Yan a little.
The space between the two was suddenly filled with hot spring water, and Qi Yan only felt that the hot spring water was cooler than Fu Ci, and the chest was pressing against him just now, which was really breathless.
He glanced at Fuci, and there was a large amount of sweat on the other's forehead, but he still looked at him aggrievedly and did not dare to mess around.
But Qi Yan didn't eat his tricks at all, "Are you still wronged?"
It is typical to get cheap and sell well.
Fu Ci held Qi Yan's feet in front of him, and squeezed flatteringly, "I really didn't mean to..."
"It's just that this posture was not in the video at the time."
Fu Ci's eyes dodged, looking like he couldn't speak.
Qi Yan looked at him with a scrutiny, "What kind of posture is that?"
"If you follow that, you should have your back to me..."
Pray: "..."
He felt that he wanted to be a bit rough, and it was a gay movie, but he still thought it was too simple.
What was his selfless dedication just now?
Fu Ci sensed Qi Yan's embarrassment and swallowed what he wanted to say.
Seeing his greedy expression, Qi Yan didn't dare to say anything, and he was stunned. He rubbed his toes against his palm, smiling but not smiling: "Want to try that pose?"
Fu Ci's eyes lit up instantly, like a dog who saw flesh and bones, he was hooked and couldn't find his soul, "Think!"
Qi Yan smiled even more, moved his feet down, stepped on it badly, admired the blushing face that was at a loss for words, and spit out a few words mercilessly, "Then think about it!"
Enough to play with people, Qi Yan went straight out of the hot spring pool, leaving only the words of Fu who didn't respond in place, looking at the bottom of the water, he could only hold back abruptly.
After took a bath, just felt refreshed.
It's true that taking a hot spring can help you get rid of fatigue, and Fu Ci obviously doesn't resist it, and he seems to smell it and pester him.
If this is a straight man, he will write the word "prayer" upside down.
After Fu Ci took a shower, looking at the lazy prayer lying on the sofa, he spontaneously walked behind the person, wrapped the person in his arms, took out a small box and put it in front of Qi Yan, "The surprise I said earlier. ."
After so long, he didn't have time to take it out.
Fu Ci squeezed Qiyan's soft cheeks, "My family's Yanyan is really good, I won the award in the competition, this is the reward!"
Qi Yan took the beautifully decorated small box and glanced at him, "What Yanyan? Don't call me that."
Tired to death.
"It's called Yanyan." Fu Ci called him a lot of times, "Yanyan, Yanyan, Yanyan!"
Qiyan's parents, including his grandmother, called it that. He thought about it before, but Qiyan wouldn't let it.
Now, he just wanted to call it this way, to show his closeness to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan didn't buy it, but asked him, "Do you still think you're a straight man?"
"I don't accept gifts from straight men, nor do I allow straight men to ask me to talk."
For him, only relatives can call.
Seeing Qi Yan, Fu Ci wanted to put the box aside, and immediately became anxious, "I've been preparing for it for a long time!"
Praying did not even look at it.
He bitterly took a bite on the back of Qiyan's neck, and only let go when he heard the muffled groan in the other's mouth, but he couldn't hold back, touched his lips distressedly, and compromised: "I really don't seem to be. Straight guy..."