Chapter 30

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Once the backlog of desire is poured out, it is not as simple as a kiss. Rong Wan felt that the back of his head was being supported, and Jin Zhao continued to kiss between his lips and teeth, chin, neck and other places. Jin Zhao's relatives didn't have any rules, they just learned what Rong Wan taught him just now, blindly licking the inner wall of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, sweeping the lips, teeth and base of the tongue, and accompanied by sucking. That sucking force is very strong, and the scalp is numb after sucking.

He didn't dare to make any noise, and doing this kind of thing in the monitoring room always had a sense of taboo against cheating.

So Rong Wan reluctantly rescued his lips from Jin Zhao's kiss like a storm. Jin Zhao's eyes were red, thinking that he was not feeling well, and quickly asked, "General, what's wrong?"

"Cold." Rong Wan pointed to the bed and said, "Go to bed."

Jin Zhao's face suddenly turned red. Those eyes that were usually as dark as abyss were now stained with lust, making him look like a normal person with greed and joys and sorrows. He stretched out his hand to wipe off the water stains from the corner of his mouth, looked at Rong Wan eagerly, and asked in disbelief, "Am I... going up too? Is there a bed?"

When Rong Wan saw him like that, he knew what he was thinking, and then glanced at his lower abdomen, which also swayed a little. But Rong Wan still has reason, knowing that this is in prison, and it may cause death at any time, so do you still want to do this? Do not die? So he pretended to be angry: "What do you think?"

But now Jin Zhao is really happy in his heart. He has never been so contented since he was born, and even the general's anger falls in his ears, like lingering tender words of love.

He saw the general climb onto the bed first, shook the quilt, got in, and gave him a side. This time, he didn't hesitate, just like he was afraid that the dream was about to wake up, he quickly removed the belt and other objects that were in the way, leaving only the white tunic.

He was about to roll over onto the bed when Rong Wan put a hand on his shoulder: "Wait."

Jin Zhao was stunned for a while, wondering if his anxious appearance was too ugly, and the general suddenly didn't want to share the bed with him? His heart suddenly twitched.

But saw the general take out a huge towel from the drawer next to him, let him sit on the bed, kneel on the side, and wipe his hair up.

"Did it rain a lot tonight?" Rong Wan wrapped Jin Zhao's hair inside, rubbed it, and then wringed out the damp ends of his hair.

"Not much." Jin Zhao's voice was buried inside, only to feel his heart beating faster than ever before.

"It's not too much, I'm really afraid you're sick." Rong Wan added, "Take off your wet clothes, put them on the fireplace to dry overnight, and wear them dry tomorrow morning."

Jin Zhao almost stuttered: "Take off, take off your clothes?"

Rong Wancai is not so coy, he is used to playing all kinds of brainless idol dramas, watching the protagonist's misunderstanding and entanglement can be involved in dozens of episodes. In fact, it is so troublesome in real life. That's it, it's really impossible to hold hands and a blind date is waiting for you. He is very busy in the entertainment industry, his relatives and aunts really can't stand it, and he wants to help him arrange a blind date - Rong Wan even went to meet once, but in such a comparison, where is the person who looks good in Jin Zhao, and there is no Jin Zhao? Zhao likes him so much, thinking about it, he thinks he has made a lot of money.

The anxiety of not knowing when to leave this world was diluted by the charming atmosphere. Rong Wan stared at Jin Zhao's soaked shirt, and the looming abdominal muscles illuminated by lightning began to feel happy again.

Well, there are also perfect abdominal muscles, the more look at it, the more like it.

"Yes, take it off." Rong Wan arranged it clearly, "After taking it off, wipe off the rain on your body, and then go into my bed."

Jin Zhao obeyed all, his eyes were red, and the red gradually spread from the roots of his ears to his neck. He slowly took off his soaked shirt, hung it on the side of the fireplace to dry, then walked back and sat obediently on the edge of the bed, letting the general wipe the rain off his back.

Rong Wan found that there were more scars on his back, obviously they were newly added recently, no wonder he always smelled a faint smell of blood these days... Rong Wan touched the scars with his fingertips, this time he brought some Different meanings, not only pity, but also heartache.

But he said nothing.

There is a good atmosphere tonight, no one should be sad, he just wants Jin Zhao to sleep well.

"Go to sleep." Rong Wan threw the bath towel on the ground, lifted the quilt, and said gently.

In the dark night, the two of them got into the same bed, and there was a faint smell of blood and lust in the air.

The most primitive desire in Jin Zhao's eyes has not completely disappeared, but he also knows when to do and when not to do. He only felt that his body was enveloped by the general's breath, a warm feeling he had never had before, which made him shiver from heart to toes. At first he didn't dare to turn his face to look at the general—

But the general kept lying on his side, staring at him.

Jin Zhao's collarbones were all red, he gritted his teeth, and carefully turned over, lying on his side, face to face with the general. Such a close distance... This distance is too close... As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was able to touch the general's face, lips, and neck... His breathing gradually became heavier, and his face flushed... He Feeling that the strong possessiveness on his face at this time must be very scary, so he couldn't help but gently pulled the quilt, covering a small part of his face, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, unable to control himself sticking to the general's body .

Rong Wan felt amused, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth at him.

"General?" Jin Zhao called softly.

Rong Wan brushed his hair: "I'm here."

After a long while, Jin Zhao asked again, "General?"

Rong Wan answered tirelessly: "I'm here."

"can I hug you?"

"sure."

Jin Zhao was happy, moved over quietly, tentatively stretched out an arm, and hugged the person into his arms.The dry skin was touching, making him feel calm and stable like never before.He wished he could rub the whole person into his arms, but unfortunately he couldn't, so he could only try his best to get close, with chests against each other, thighs against each other, and ankles entangled.As if he was suffering from skin hunger and thirst, the palm of his hand would fall behind Rong Wan's neck, and he kneaded it every once in a while, making Rong Wan very comfortable.