live up to the morning light

Tomorrow morning the whole body is stiff!

Hong Guang thought he was suffering from drunkenness, so he told him, "If you get too dizzy, just lean on my shoulder."

Tomorrow morning, I want to rely on it again, but I dare not rely on it.

The villain of integrity and the villain of desire beat each other crazily in their hearts.Alcohol helped out, and the villain of integrity was beaten to death.Leaning back in the morning, the whole person is as red as a cooked lobster.Hong Guang picked up his hand to apply bath lotion and said, "Why are you so drunk? I don't think you have drunk much." Hong Guang kept paying attention to him, thinking that drinking a little pineapple beer would not cause any problems. Let him drink, "Have you never drank alcohol before?"

Mingchen rubbed against Hongguang's neck and shook his head: "Drink it? Haven't? No, I don't remember..."

Hong Guang couldn't help laughing after being rubbed by him, and rubbed his hands on his stomach: "Then don't drink anymore."

"Don't~" Mingchen acted coquettishly with the strength of wine—the screen flashed in his head: drinking has this benefit, how can you not drink it, you can't wait to drink it every day—then rubbed against Hongguang again: "You teach me how to drink! "

Hong Guang smiled and scratched his neck and back like a cat: "It's not a good thing, what do you do like him——You have a bad stomach, just play a little bit now and then..."

"Would you like to drink..." Mingchen let go of himself, "Look at me teaching you how to learn, you don't even want to teach me how to drink alcohol, you are stingy!"

Hong Guang was tortured to the point where he knew he was drunk and talking drunk, so he followed him verbally: "Okay, drink, drink... Brother Minger will bring you something to drink."

Satisfied tomorrow morning...

...Fuck!

Mingchen found herself...inevitably reacting.Hiromitsu, on the other hand, was as calm...as a straight man should be.

What is this...

In the eyes of straight men, is it all "friendship"?

Are straight male friendships this broad?

... If this is all friendship, then there will never be a chance!

Messy thoughts came out one by one.

Mingchen was so drunk that he couldn't control his emotions, and his nose became sore, but Hong Guang was shocked: "Mingchen? Chenchen? Why are you crying all of a sudden? ——Ah, isn't it just a drink, you If you really want to drink, let alone these ordinary ones, there are more than [-] years of Moutai in the wine cellar, drink as much as you like..."

"I don't want it..." Ming Chen pursed her lips and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

"No more now?" Hong Guang hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Don't rub your eyes with your hands—what's the matter?"

Mingchen couldn't say it directly, and didn't know what to count as sweet, so she pursed her mouth and groaned for a while, "It's hard."

Hongguang was washing his hair, and couldn't help laughing when he heard him whimpering, scratched his scalp lightly and said: "If you feel uncomfortable, wash it quickly, I cooked porridge for you, put it in the pot Now that it’s cooking, it won’t hurt to go out and eat.”

Ming Chen's eyes suddenly widened: "You, when..."

"It's easy - close your eyes, or you'll get in the water." Hong Guang's voice came through the sound of water, as gentle as a ray of wind awakening the sleeping earth in spring.

Ming Chen knew that he didn't mean that, but couldn't help trembling, closed his eyes obediently, let Hongguang wash himself, wrapped himself in a big bath towel to dry himself, carried him to the room, and put on Hongguang's big pajamas , eating porridge while blowing my hair.

In the end, the spirit of wine came up. After drinking the porridge in the morning, my stomach felt comfortable, and I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow.

But he didn't sleep well.

I always feel irritable and flustered, like a fire hidden in my lower abdomen.When I reached out and touched it, it was so hard that it hurt.I masturbated a few times but couldn't get out. I was so uncomfortable that I rolled over and over again, and kept humming on the bed.

Hongguang was already snoring loudly, but he woke him up, and asked vaguely: "What's wrong?" He touched him again, "Have a fever?"

In the morning, the place Hong Guang touched seemed to be on fire. He wanted to hide and lean on it. He didn't know what he wanted to do, so he replied in a dizzy voice, "I don't have a fever..."

Hong Guang frowned, turned on the bedside lamp to look at him, and poked his forehead: "Why are you so hot without a fever?"

Being illuminated by the light in the morning, like a touched mimosa, the whole person shrinks into the quilt: "It's so bright, don't use the light... It's uncomfortable..."

Hongguang had no choice but to turn off the light again, and also got into the quilt: "Where is it uncomfortable?" Heideng fumbled for him under the quilt in a daze.

Mingchen dodged for a while, not letting Hongguang touch him, but rolled into Hongguang's arms after a while, still saying: "Unfortunate..."

Hongguang circled him loosely, stroked his back like a restless kitten, and asked patiently again: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

In the morning, he was dizzy, he couldn't even speak clearly, he just mumbled that he felt uncomfortable, his legs tightened and then relaxed - accidentally rubbed against Hong Guang's legs, Hong Guang paused, and laughed out loud: "Sure enough There is no distinction between sex and wine, and college bullies are not exempt from vulgarity, right?"

Hearing Hong Guang's smile in the morning, the back of his head went cold, he woke up a little bit, and was so ashamed that he dodged back for an instant, trying to hide.

Did not escape.

Hong Guang grabbed him by the waist with one hand, and gently pressed his hot spot with the other hand: "The university bully is really different. When he drinks, he is the top. When you drink, he is the top and bottom." This end."

The two of them leaned together, and Hongguang's voice was softly uttered in Mingchen's ears, like a feather gently brushing Mingchen's ear canal, with a little bit of hormone smell and sleepy nasal voice, sexy indescribable...

Mingchen couldn't get used to this kind of jokes at first, how could he bear Hong Guang's voice when he said it, his whole body was on fire, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence when he stumbled: "No, I, I didn't... "

Before he could finish his sentence, Hongguang already fumbled to open his pants: "Can't you get out by yourself? Huh?"

Mingchen was stunned on the spot like a frightened possum - he wasn't quite sure whether it was a dream or real, and he didn't know how to answer.

Then I heard Hong Guang say again: "I won't bother you anymore, it's hard to find a film to make you angry at the moment, let's make do with it."

Did he really put his hand in? !