After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

There are two types of people that Mo Jinan likes. One is the one who is good-looking, obedient and willing to listen to him and indulge him unconditionally; the other is the one who is good-looking and can afford to have fun.

It just so happens that Lin Jiayan is good-looking, listens to him, and obeys him in everything. Now he has more tricks than him.

This made Mo Jinan extremely excited, he wished he could hold him under him and have sex with him for three days and three nights.

"Lin Jiayan... do you think it's possible that you were born to satisfy me?"

Mo Jinan panted softly and hooked his neck with his hands. There was still undried blood on his lips. Mo Jinan ruthlessly wiped it off with his fingertips and then wiped it on Lin Jiayan's lips.

"I'm gonna fucking miss you so much... fuck..."

"If I had known you were so into my taste...I should have dated you a long time ago..."

Lin Jiayan stared at him unscrupulously.

"It's not too late to be with me now."

Lin Jiayan held him tightly in his arms again and kissed him bit by bit.

"Uh...hiss..."

Lin Jiayan patiently kissed and comforted her, and the two gradually found their state.

"Baby...you fucking can..."

Mo Jinan was almost fainting from the pleasure, and he hugged Lin Jiayan's waist tightly, panting.

Mo Jinan didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt dizzy and was woken up by Lin Jiayan not long after he passed out.

It was not until the next afternoon that Lin Jiayan let him go. Mo Jinan felt like his waist was about to break, and the pain below his neck made him want to vomit. His body was sore and astringent, and it was difficult for him to move his fingers.

His body was covered with bruises and purple scratches, as if he had been beaten.

The two of them slept until the morning of the third day. Mo Jinan was woken up by sheer hunger. He hadn't eaten anything the whole day and was so hungry that he couldn't sleep at all. What's more, his whole body was in so much pain.

"You bastard...get out...cook..."

Mo Jinan kicked Lin Jiayan and wailed weakly: "I'm starving...you're fucking abusing me..."

Lin Jiayan took a deep breath, propped himself up and rubbed his eyebrows.

He obviously didn't sleep well either. His amber eyes were bloodshot. He tiredly stood up and looked at Mo Jinan again.

"Let's order takeout... Jin An... I feel a little dizzy too..."

"I want sirloin steak... creamy black truffle borscht..."

Mo Jinan yawned and accidentally pulled his waist. He wailed and kicked Lin Jiayan again.

"It's all your fault! Who is so kind to wait until the next afternoon?! Damn it... my waist..."

Mr. Lin wanted to cry but had no tears. He was about to speak but then he seemed to think of something: "It's over..."

"Kuman...we didn't feed the rabbits all day yesterday..."

Mo Jinan's eyes, which had just been closed a second ago, suddenly opened the next second, and then he sat up suddenly with strength from nowhere. He rolled over and got out of bed with his eyes wide open: "Fuck! My son is dead!!!"

The two rabbits on the first floor huddled in the corner like rabbit pies. They probably didn't move because they hadn't eaten, so they huddled together to save energy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s over! Big Boss Lin! Second Boss Lin!!”

Mo Jinan didn't even wear slippers. He opened the cage barefoot and quickly added some rabbit food to the two cats.

The two rabbits smelled the food and finally moved. It was obvious that they were very hungry and they had eaten all the rabbit food in a few minutes.

Lin Jiayan covered his head and endured the pain as he went downstairs. He saw Mo Jinan busy changing the food for the two rabbits and cleaning up the rabbit poop.

"Let me do it. Jin An, you go back and rest. Your waist is hurting."

"Come on! I can take care of them much better than you can! You'd probably just throw some grass at them and leave them alone!"

Mo Jinan had been busy for a long time and his waist was aching. Seeing that he had finished his work, Lin Jiayan picked him up, put him back on the bed, and massaged his waist and abdomen gently.

“Hiss… Damn… It hurts…”

"Where else does it hurt?"

Lin Jiayan frowned and slowed down his strength, but Mo Jinan was in so much pain that he covered his face and whimpered: "My butt hurts..."

"Hold on... I really can't do anything about this..."

"It's all your fucking fault... wuwuwu..."

Mo Jinan stared at him with tears and snot: "What the hell did you eat to grow up... so well developed..."

"When I was little, I thought you were a girl, and I was a bitch too! At that time, I was fucking wondering who would be so lucky in the future... I never expected it would be me... Woo woo woo..."

"Lin Jiayan... this blessing is for you, do you want it..."

Lin Jiayan: …

"You like stunted ones?"

"You're the one who fucking likes stunted people!"

Mo Jinan turned over with force and put his legs on his hands: "Pinch my legs, and then pinch my shoulders."

"it is good."

Mo Jinan squinted his eyes in comfort as Lin Jiayan pinched him. He glanced at Lin Jiayan and then turned over and put his other leg on him.

"Lin Jiayan, why don't you let me try? I've been coveting you for more than ten years, and my skills are better than yours."

Lin Jiayan paused for a moment while rubbing his legs. He looked at Mo Jinan meaningfully and asked with a fake smile, "Do you still want to rebel?"

"It's not that I didn't succeed when I was a kid, but now I feel like I've lost out when I think about it..."

Mo Jinan crossed his legs and shook them: "Let me try! I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"

"Mo Jinan."

Lin Jiayan seldom called him by his full name, and generally speaking, calling him by his full name meant that the young master was in trouble.

Sure enough, the young master who had just squinted his eyes was shocked. He swallowed his saliva and stammered, "Why are you calling your father?"

"Did I not feed you enough? You actually still have time to think about these things."

Lin Jiayan slightly exerted force on Mo Jinan's calf, and his amber pupils were filled with animal desire.

"Generally speaking, if you are well fed, you won't have the heart to counterattack. Thinking of counterattacking can only mean one thing."

Lin Jiayan lowered his voice slightly, staring at him as if he were staring at his prey: "You are not satisfied yet, I haven't served you well."

Mo Jinan was startled and tried to run away, but Lin Jiayan dragged him back to the bed and pressed him down hard: "It's okay, let's continue. I'm not that tired, just a little sleep-deprived."

"Jin'an, your husband is in good health. You can stay as long as you want. Whether it's three days or seven days, I'm happy to accompany you."

"Fuck! You beast! Are you human? My back hurts! Fuck!"

Mo Jinan tried desperately to crawl forward, but was forcibly dragged back every time.

"hiss…"

"You fucking..."

"Why? Don't you like this?"

Lin Jiayan pressed on him, pinched his wrist and laughed in an ambiguous tone: "I can be even more perverted, I wonder if Jin An likes it?"

"Try your mother! I am a pervert, but I am not so perverted as to force myself on you!!!"

"Fuck..."

"Lin Jiayan... stop it..."

Mo Jinan cried because of the pain and his voice was hoarse. Lin Jiayan seemed to completely ignore his pleas for mercy. Mo Jinan bit his lips until they bled and twisted the bed sheets with his fingers.

However, Lin Jiayan seemed to have noticed that Mo Jinan was exhausted, and he quickly finished it before returning to his usual gentle self.

"Do you still want to counterattack?"

Mo Jinan shook his head gently, buried his face in the bed sheets and said nothing.

"You won't rebel anymore?"

Mo Jinan shook his head again.

Lin Jiayan then rubbed his hair with satisfaction: "Good morning, remember this."

"Tell me when you want to counterattack..."

Lin Jiayan bit his ear and warned him word by word: "I will use my actions to convince you."