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Wen Yanzhi kissed him again.

He never let go of every inch of his youthful body.

Jing Rong was able to resist at first, but in the end, she had completely fallen and gradually gave up her struggle.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the innocent and clean young man beneath him, and his deeper love accompanied his deeper love in his heart.

He had never felt this way to anyone before, and he loved him so much that his desires could be set aside, lest he be wronged.

"Jing Rong, I don't want to force you!" Wen Yan hugged him forcefully, and when he said this, his teeth bit his earlobe. He struggled and contradicted, "If you want to leave, call your brother-in-law now."

Jing Rong was confused by his teasing. He was stripped of all his clothes, and he was even ready to accept everything. However, this guy actually stopped at critical moments.

and……

"What do you call my brother-in-law?"

"You told him that I wanted to **** you. Let him scold me. Otherwise ..."

"Otherwise?" Jing Rong felt ripples and warmth in his heart.

Wen Yan was rubbing in pain on his body, his lips were rubbing on his earlobe, and the words were hoarse, his voice seemed to be moist, "I will really **** you, Jing Rong ... I want you ... ... want to ... "

Jing Rong's heart was turbulent, and he slightly leaned over his face, and his moist eyes met the man's eyes.

Wen Yanzhi's lips immediately lingered against his lips, and he kissed them painfully without kissing, as if to rely on this to seek a little comfort for the painful body.

Jing Rong was actually no better than him, with sweat in his hands. He looked at Wen Yanzhi, "Since you want it so much ... you still need to call my brother-in-law?"

"... It's too late now." Wen Yanzhi seemed to have a sudden wild beast, and all reason was thrown aside. His hot palms wrapped around the young man's waist, lifted the young man from the bed, and let him sit with his legs apart.

Jing Rong pressed his finger on his shoulder.

Wen Yanzhi hurriedly touched the bed. Every hotel has a moisturizer and a condom.

Everything is ready.

"Wait ... wait a minute!" Jing Rong gasped and stopped.

"Can't wait." Wen Yanzhi's eyes were wet. "Even if your brother-in-law rushes in and hits me, I need you!"

"... My brother-in-law is not as rude as you." Jing Rong looked up from his shoulder and looked at him, "You ... will you?"

"You can?"

"... how could I? I have no experience!"

Wen Yanzhi heard this with a smile on his face, "Rest assured, I have already studied it, I have studied it thoroughly. It will not hurt you."

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Wen Yanzhi swears that he has thoroughly researched, but this guy does n’t understand the reason that ‘all theories are paper tigers, and only real knowledge comes out of practice’.

Wen Yanzhi's initial anger at Jing Rong's attempt to leave without saying goodbye all turned into distress.

"I'll take you to the hospital!" Wen Yanzhi got up to get dressed.

Jing Rong grabbed him, "You sleep."

"What else do you sleep with? Don't you hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt that much!" Jing Rong felt particularly embarrassed. He stared at Wen Yanzhi, "Sleep!"

Wen Yanzhi lay back. With his long arms, he took him into his arms. Jing Rong pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and didn't feel sleepy.

Wen Yanzhi still repented, "I was just too gentle."

"Well, it's not gentle."

"... I'm so anxious." Wen Yanzhi watched the young man's throat knot rolling in his arms and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything and stopped again.

He didn't care about himself, and didn't understand his anxiety about wanting to take someone as his own.

Not just the body, but the desire to possess someone from the heart. It seems that as long as this step occurs, as long as it develops to this extent, Jing Rong belongs to him!

However, when the desire disappeared and he awoke, he knew that the boy did not belong to him.

He is free.

He has wings on him, and no one can restrain him.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Okay."

"So ... are you cool?"

"..." Jing Rong pulled his lips. Does this man have to ask such a shameful question?

"Hey!" Unanswered, Wen Yanzhi poked Xia Jingrong's shoulder.

Jing Rong said for a moment.

This ‘hmm’ made Wen Yan's joy unbearable, and she blossomed in her heart. He bowed and kissed the boy's lips and whispered, "I also feel cool, very cool, especially cool."

"You can shut up! I don't have to ask how you feel!" Even so, Jing Rong smiled slightly.

That smile made Wen Yanzhi's eyes fascinated.

He looked at the boy, "I haven't given your gift for my birthday, you give me now."

"... have been sent."

"When did it come? The kiss from the previous one?" Wen Yanzhi whispered, "It's so sincere, I don't want to."

"You took it all, do you still feel sincere?"

"I give you back, you send me something else!" Wen Yanzhi was a particularly difficult person to kiss Jing Rong. Jing Rong felt that this guy was particularly embarrassed, and he clearly sold cheap. After the kiss, he raised an eyebrow. "Just the kiss was returned to you, now you give me a present again. Send something with sincerity."

Jing Rong gave Wen Yanzhi a grimace. He simply ignored him, and turned around to turn his back on him.

Wen Yanzhi posted it immediately and hugged him with his long arm. Compared to the fun just now, his voice was quieter now, "Jing Rong, give me a gift. The best thing is to keep me with me at all times."

Jing Rong met for a moment and calmly said, "In fact, originally I ..."

Speaking of which, he found it difficult to speak.

"What are you?" Wen Yanzhi asked.

Jing Rong simply broke out, "I planned to give you as a gift from the beginning."

Wen Yanzhi raised his eyebrows, lay down on him, and pressed the boy's face over, "What did you just say?"

Jing Rong was a bit shy, but still looked at him, "Otherwise, why do you think I should take you to the hotel?"

The smile in Wen Yanzhi's eyes was deeper, "So ... you mean, even if I didn't force you against you, you would have passed me?"

"If you are strong, will you be strong?"

Wen Yanzhi suddenly lifted the boy from the bed and let him sit halfway against the bed. Jing Rong looked at him, Wen Yan's hands supported the head of the bed, his eyes were on his head, "That's just not counted, now you give me a gift."

"Wen Yanzhi, why are you so skinny?"

"Is this a skinny?" Wen Yanzhi touched his lips, "just blame you for not telling me earlier. I have just been doing it with you with guilt. I have to ask you once again, and change my mind. Mood."

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