He was afraid that he would have a psychological shadow on this kind of thing, so his tone and movement had been tentative, for fear of touching any bad memories, which made people resist it.

However, not only did not refuse, but he had no teacher, even more fierce than ever before. The short calm before was a false image. Disassemble, chew and swallow into the stomach.

The glass that was blocked by the water vapor across the bathroom was unbelievable. Several times he felt that his waist was about to break, and he wanted to grab the person in front of him. Do not let him straight up.

"It's okay, I will help you, I won't fall." Fu Ci talked as gentle as usual, "And, your body flexibility has always been good."

This extent will not be injured.

He also remembered to see to what extent he wanted to pray for his waist, coaxing for a long time, and there was no way to pray, and he directly gave him a sharp lower waist.

It was summer at that time, and prayed in the blue and white school uniforms of the school. The moment bent down, the clothes hem were lifted up, exposing a white waist, slender and soft, pure and desire perfectly, perfectly fused together. Essence

It ’s thought to be so good that someone’ s waist can be so good, and even the folded arc is pleasing to the eye.

Thinking of this, Fu Ci couldn't help but look down and looked at his eyes, and asked him seriously, "Is it okay?"

"Tell me if it hurts."

When heard this sentence, let go of this sentence a little bit, and said so, it proves that there is still a proportion. He was afraid that the first time he would not be able to control it.

But then he knew how outrageous his thoughts were.

On the sofa in the bedroom, his voice brought a little crying, "paying, pain, really hurt."

The material he chose this sofa is indeed very soft, but he can't stand the delicate skin of the delicate skin, praying that his belly is slightly tingling.

But he shouted all his throat, but Fu Ci was not as distressed as before.

Just pinched his chin, let him off his head, kissed the tears he was forced out of his eyes, "OK, wait a while?"

Although it is a coaxing tone, he can speak terrible, as if trying to control some emotions, and he is afraid of hurting him.

Watching the sweat on his forehead, sucking his nose, the tip of his nose stunned his side face, and whispered: "Stomach hurts."

I said, I didn't know what I thought, and smiled, "Well, I pay attention."

Praying that the face was red, "Not that! It's the sofa!"

"Oh, it's not my reason?" Fu Ci's tone seemed to be a little disappointed. He dragged a pillow and cushioned for buffer. "Will this be better?"

Pray for a borrowing point, um.

He resigned and saw him adjust the position of the pillow himself. He silently aroused his lips and helped to pray to himself infinitely.

Native

The texture of the curtains is very good, silky, and soft, and it reflects the blurry of the two.

Praying to grab the curtains, the curtains could not stop sliding to the left and right, making a sound, "Pay resignation ..."

He really didn't know what to do, he could only call the name over and over again.

The gentleness before was used to coax him intentionally. The inferiority in the bones did not change at all, as if to toss him out.

He couldn't stand the words. He dragged Fu Qi's hair and wanted to make people get up, but he had never listened to him, and even bite him, as if he didn't obedient himself, he didn't mind worse.

Originally, the two were on the sofa, and they moved to the window again. They also said that he was afraid that he had closed phobia and opened the window.

It was still raining outside, the pattering rain accompanied by vague swallowing, mixed together and could not be heard clearly.

Before the two finished cleaning up the studio, it was only seven o'clock in the afternoon, but now, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Fuci only fed him a glass of water halfway through.

Now, in the silent night, their room still seemed to be steaming with heat, and the person who was burning could not breathe.

He seemed to have heard the vague conversation next door just now. A man and a woman should have opened the window, otherwise it would not have spread here.

Fu Ci said vaguely: "I dressed you."

So it won't be cold.

Qi Yan didn't understand Fu Ci's meaning. When he left the bathroom, Fu Ci put on the shirt he brought in, but only buttoned him two or three buttons.

Qi Yan had vaguely seen what he looked like now. The wide shirt covered most of it, but in fact nothing was covered, and the clothes were half-covered. He didn't know where Fu Ci came from.

And how could he be cold in this situation?

Qi Yan had to work hard, and wanted to reach out and close the window not far away.

But in the next moment, he let out a low cry, grabbed the curtain with his hands, and curled his toes up—

Fuci bit him again.

It seemed like a punishment for his inattentiveness.

Qi Yan listened to the vague voice next door, he could hear the other person talking about the bad weather, saying that the rain was continuous and the clothes would not dry.

He was a little dazed. He glanced sideways at the thin raindrops sliding down the window. He suddenly thought of the shirt on his body. When will it be done?

So dirty, Fu Ci should be able to wash by hand, right?

It has to be wringed out a bit, otherwise it will be too difficult to dry naturally.

Qi Yan didn't know what he was thinking, his thoughts drifted away, and he was quickly pulled back. Fu Ci's kissing skills were indeed superb. It was the same everywhere. He couldn't stand anymore, and slowly slipped from the wall, but Being fished into his arms by Fu Ci, he was forced to share the taste of each other's mouth.