addiction

Lou Que himself didn't know why the situation became like this.

Looking at Sheng Xia's reddened eyes, he felt that he was bewitched.

When he woke up, they didn't know when they were hugging and kissing together, hugging and comforting each other on the bed with the curtains drawn in midsummer.

Sheng Xia's hands around his neck, probably because of fear, were trembling slightly, seeming to push away, but also seeming to hold back, the long eyelashes trembled uneasily, which was pitiful.

The taste Lou Que tasted on his lips was unexpectedly sweet, like the strawberry-flavored jelly he ate not long ago, fragrant, smooth, and sweet. Stirring inside, the wooden bed boards creaked under the weight, especially in the quiet dormitory.

But what is more obvious is that the two people's heavy breathing and the sound of water stains intertwining lips and tongues make people blush and heartbeat.

The temperature of the air conditioner was adjusted very low, and Shengxia's trousers had faded to the knees because of what he had made before, and he didn't know why he was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt on his upper body.

The button of the shirt has been unbuttoned, revealing a piece of porcelain-white chest dotted with two red cherry blossoms.

Lou Que's eyes straightened, and he felt more and more under his body.

Fuck, why is it so exciting.

Sheng Xia's eyes were closed tightly, he wanted to resist at first, but when Lou Que's kiss fell on his lips, he suddenly didn't want to move anymore.

He is very tired, doing it by himself or doing it with others is almost the same.

Besides, every cell in his body actually didn't want to reject it.

So be it, anyway, it has already sunk.

But hurry up, he still has a part-time job to do later, so he can't be late to waste time.