Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

"So good..." Nan Qiao chuckled, and then quickly lowered his neck to seal Tang Yi's mouth before he could explode.

"Hmm..." Tang Yi snorted twice, and then his mind became distracted and he could not form any specific thoughts.

...

Tang Yisheng's body suddenly trembled, and all the muscles from his waist and abdomen to his thighs tensed up.

The corners of his eyes were wet.

"Does it hurt?" Nan Qiao paused for a moment and asked his opinion in a warm voice.

Tang Yisheng gasped, and the sound of disordered breathing was particularly obvious in the quiet space.

He shook his head, and his fingers unconsciously tore through the quilt underneath him, making messy lines: "It's a bit strange."

Although it was different from what he thought, he really couldn't adapt to it for a while, but it was undeniable that it seemed a bit...

Tang Yisheng kicked his legs, but couldn't touch anything.

The ceiling seemed to be shaking, Tang Yisheng thought, his eyes wide open, water accumulated in his eye sockets, then filled up and fell, like a meteor falling into the horizon on a clear summer night.

"Don't hide." Nan Qiao pressed down. Tang Yisheng's waist arched up at some point, and gave the order concisely.

Then he seemed to feel that he was too cold, so he paused and coaxed perfunctorily: "Be good..."

But she only talked about it, but didn't show anything in her actions.

Tang Yisheng's brain felt like it was in knots. He could hear it with his ears, but when it came to his mind, he had no idea what she was talking about and could only keep dodging aside.

It's a pity that he has been nailed to the spot, and the so-called struggle is just in vain.

Nan Qiao patiently coaxed her a few more words, but Tang Yisheng still couldn't hear her. She gradually lost her patience, slapped her buttocks, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Don't move."

A crisp sound first reached the ears, followed by a slight tingling and burning sensation.

As if the pause button was pressed instantly, Tang Yisheng stopped moving, and his brain shut down. After a long time, Tang Yisheng raised his eyes to look at Nan Qiao, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Nan Qiao?"

Nan Qiao's eyes met Tang Yisheng's moist eyes, and her eyelashes were also wet, like a small animal.

Well, she lost her temper instantly.

"Can you be good?" Nan Qiao softened her voice and rubbed his cheek with the back of her hand, "Do you really not like it?"

Tang Yisheng blushed: "Then don't..."

"Of course that's impossible, honey, don't be naive." Nan Qiao laughed.

"... "

The ceiling seemed to be shaking again.

"Grab it." Nan Qiao took Tang Yisheng's hand and put it on his own ankle, not letting go of any labor.

Tang Yisheng: "..."

*

The night was like water, and it was late night in the blink of an eye.

"Shall I take you to take a shower?" Nan Qiao asked, looking at the person lying on the bed.

"No!" Tang Yisheng rejected Nan Qiao with dignity, "I'll go by myself."

Nan Qiao didn't insist and shrugged: "Okay then." Then he turned around and left.

Tang Yisheng looked at Nan Qiao's handsome back and felt his eyes hurt.

It really felt like I was being prostituted, and the money was not paid.

There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom. Tang Yisheng lay on the bed for a while. After feeling that his strength had recovered a little, he stretched his arms on the bed and sat up.

He looked at his clothes. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and his socks were ripped and had holes in them. The only thing that was still intact was the useless shirt clip.

In summary, there is nothing to wear.

Forget it, the curtains are closed anyway and you can't see, and why is a grown man worried about this?

Tang Yisheng grabbed his hair and stood up from the bed keeping his original appearance.

My legs were a little sore, and there was something weird in one place, but it didn't affect my movements. Except for the discomfort when I first stood up and my legs were soft, there were basically no problems afterwards.

Tang Yisheng walked through the mess on the ground and returned to his room.

The first thing I did when I entered the door was to quickly go to the bathroom to take a shower. I was sweating all over and was sticky everywhere. It was so uncomfortable.

Tang Yisheng washed himself very quickly and rinsed himself clean in just a few strokes. He took out a towel, wiped his hair, and walked outside the door.

Then, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Nan Qiao sitting on his bed?

"What are you doing here?" Tang Yisheng threw the towel aside and asked coldly.

Nan Qiao's lips curved and she said without any embarrassment, "Go to sleep."

"You can't sleep in your own room?"

"No, you forgot, the sheets are stained by you." Nan Qiao blinked, shook his head innocently, and then reminded him kindly.

Tang Yisheng's expression froze, something flashed in his head, and then his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Then you go sleep on the sofa!" Tang Yisheng squeezed the words out of his mouth word by word, raised his hand and pointed to the door, as if he was angry, "Don't bother me."

"Don't be so heartless, Tangtang." Nan Qiao pursed her lips, holding his outstretched fingers, her head tilted, "We were just... normal, shouldn't we be gentle at this time?"

"We are not that normal." Tang Yisheng tugged at the corner of his mouth speechlessly and twitched his hand, but did not pull it out.

"Really?" Nan Qiao was a little confused.

"But didn't you just hold me in your arms and not let go, and you also... ugh!" Tang Yisheng instantly raised his other hand and covered Nan Qiao's mouth. His face was already so red that it was about to smoke, and his mouth was Rather fiercely: "If you don't really want to go out and sleep on the sofa, just shut up."

Nan Qiao obediently made a shut-up gesture and stopped talking.

So fierce.

Tang Yisheng actually didn't believe that Nan Qiao would be honest, but he couldn't keep covering her. Then he glared at Nan Qiao in a warning manner before he put his hand down.

Fortunately, Nan Qiao seemed to be a lot better behaved and didn't say anything that Tang Yisheng couldn't bear.

Turn off the lights, go to bed, and sleep.

The two people have nothing to do with each other, as if they are separated by the Chu River and Han Dynasty.

Silence enveloped the room, but it didn't last long.

"Tang Tang..." Nan Qiao suddenly spoke out, calling his name in a long tone.

Tang Yisheng had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Were you being shy just now?"

The veins on Tang Yisheng's forehead swelled, and he turned over to sleep on his side: "Can't you be more honest?"

She has to be hung on the wall, right?

Nan Qiao was dissatisfied and turned to look at him: "I'm pretty good, aren't I?"

Oh, monkeys are countless times quieter than her. Tang Yisheng did not argue with her, hummed a disdainful syllable in his throat, turned over and lay back down, ignoring others.

"Tang Tang~~" Nan Qiao persisted in poking him.

Tang Yisheng was so worn out that he lost his temper: "What on earth are you going to do?"

"You have to give me a hug afterwards, right?"

"…Hold it yourself."

"Okay." After saying that, Nan Qiao got directly into Tang Yisheng's arms.

The scene changes and the body is pressed against another person's skin. It's a completely different feeling than before.

Tang Yisheng was startled for a moment, it seemed to be good.