live up to the morning light

For Hongguang, this is a life-threatening project: he is not very good at learning new things, but since Mingchen is talking about this, no matter how difficult it is, he has to bite the bullet and try.

Mingchen didn't know the channels through which he got the news.

In short, on the night when it is time to "do business", Hongguang can be said to be fully prepared: various types of lubrication, various sets, and a thick stack of printed precautions-there are highlights drawn with highlighters on it. There are also instructional videos playing—not the kind of entertainment with exaggerated physical performance, but real, step-by-step videos with explanations of latex human body parts...even in English.

When I saw it tomorrow morning, it was going to the "How to Find and Stimulate the Prostate" section.

English listening is better tomorrow morning.Didn't read the subtitles, just listened to blushing.He coughed lightly and asked Hong Guang: "How do you feel?"

——It means to ask if you can accept it?Repelling or not?

Hongguang was gesticulating in the air following the movements in the video. Listening to his question, he answered casually: "It feels like there are too few resources in this area in China. They are either exaggerated or grandstanding. At first glance, it is not a serious teaching..."

"That's not the question."

"Ok?"

"Ask you...how did the video feel?"

"There are a lot of professional vocabulary, but my English listening has really improved a lot. I can understand 80% of this speaking speed!"

"Oh, you're really serious about your research..." Ming Chen's eyes froze.

"Yes," Hong Guang nodded, "Teacher Ming taught that to get in touch with a new thing starts with obtaining information and reading and learning."

Oh, dare to love is still taught by me.

Tomorrow morning pouted.

Is it lifting a rock to shoot yourself in the foot?

He was awkward in place.Just don't know how to get into the topic.

Hong Guang suddenly pointed to the screen and asked him, "Teacher Ming, which one do you like?"

Take a look tomorrow morning:

Posture is being introduced.From left to right are missionary, side, and back.

"Well, I..." Mingchen didn't expect him to attack so bluntly, and he jumped back a little in fright, "No, no, I don't know."

Hongguang was amused by his reaction, bowed his head and let out a muffled laugh, leaned over, and touched Ming Chen's back: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'll just ask - is there anyone you particularly hate?"

Ming Chen elbowed him: "Laughing ass! Don't laugh!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh," Hong Guang followed suit, the laughter disappeared, but the trembling of his back was still there.

Mingchen was ashamed and annoyed, her ears were hot: "Huo Hongguang!"

Hong Guang coughed a few times: "I'm not laughing at you, I think you are cute."

Mingchen bit her lower lip and did not speak.

Hongguang asked again: "Is there anything particularly annoying?" He handed over the documents in his hand, "What about these?"

Mingchen took a look at the papers, and it was probably a few key sensitive parts of a person, such as Adam's apple, nipples, waist and so on.

"Is there anything you don't like?"

"I, I haven't tried it!" Mingchen exploded again, "How do you know?"

"It's true." Hong Guang nodded, and pushed all the materials aside with a big wave of his hand, "No matter how much you read, it's just talk on paper. It's better to come from practice to practice, and cross the river by feeling the stones first."

This time it was Ming Chen's turn to be amused: "What the hell, you read too much politics!"

"That's right, I haven't forgotten the big question yet." Hongguang said, while pulling Mingchen into his arms, "Then I'll start—if you feel uncomfortable or don't like it, just let me know."

"Ah, oh, um..." Mingchen was so nervous that his whole body froze into a log, trembling, he raised his hand to unbutton himself, and at the same time wanted to unbutton Hongguang, with one hand trembling on the other hand, of course Can't untie anything, frowning anxiously, thinking what kind of ragged pajamas Hong Guang bought, the buttons are so difficult to remove...

Hong Guang grabbed his hand: "Farewell first."

"Huh?" Mingchen moved restlessly in place, just wanting to quickly get over the grueling foreplay and get to the point, "What are you doing, so annoying, are you a man, come directly..."

Before he finished speaking, the world was turned upside down.

Mingchen took a deep breath, and opened his eyes again to find that he was pressed into the quilt. Hongguang was caged above him, covering the roof and so on. Against the light, he couldn't see Hongguang's expression clearly, and only listened to Hongguang's expression. Ask: "Come on, huh?"

The voice was low and deep.

Hearing that the hairs on Ming Chen's back stood on end, he quickly shook his head.

Hong Guang chuckled again with a hoarse voice: "Just kidding, it's better to take it slow for the first time. Don't be afraid, just close your eyes."

Mingchen couldn't stand Hongguang talking like that.

I had to close my eyes obediently.

Hearing the rubbing sound of the fabric—it should be Hiromitsu pulling the quilt up; the creaking sound of the bed board—it is Hiromitsu adjusting his posture: he smells the same shower gel fragrance on Hiromitsu’s body as his own, and there is a little bit of Hiromitsu’s own The smell of ... and then a touch on the forehead - a very light kiss.