[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

Zhang Jiale lay still on the sofa after dinner at night, with one hand resting on his stomach, and the other hand leisurely stroking the cat.Zhang Xiaohei was lying beside his hand, with the expression of a spoiled concubine, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the hair of the little Sanhua beside him.

Sun Xiaohuang wagged his tail, rubbed Zhang Jiale's calf back and forth, jumped onto the sofa, saw Sun Zheping coming, and consciously moved a little to the side.

When Sun Zheping was sitting, Zhang Jiale felt that the sofa beside him had sunk a lot, resting his head on the big cushions that came with the two sofas tucked behind him, turning his neck lazily and looking to his side.

"Look at you, you look just like your son." Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale with his arms on his thighs. "All good cats are spoiled by you."

"Don't say it as if you have no responsibility," Zhang Jiale scratched Sun Zheping's pants with the hand that touched Zhang Xiaohei, leaving a few black and white cat hairs. "Isn't my son also your son?"

"It's all my fault."

Sun Zheping also leaned back, and stretched his arms around Zhang Jiale's shoulders.

"Are you going to broadcast live tonight?"

Zhang Jiale leaned into Sun Zheping's arms, unconsciously putting his hands on his thighs.

"I'm live streaming?" Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale. "Shouldn't you be broadcasting live?"

"No, my back hurts," Zhang Jiale tilted his head on Sun Zheping's shoulder. "It's all your fault."

Most professional players are prone to problems with their backs, backs, and hands, especially those like Zhang Jiale who are too lazy to move after retiring. The pressure on the back is relatively high, and any strenuous exercise will feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, blame me," Sun Zheping slid his hand from his shoulder to his waist, and symbolically pressed it twice. "Rub it for you?"

"Don't, don't, just the strength of your hand, if I rub it, I won't be able to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair?"

Zhang Jiale said so, but actually put his feet on the sofa together, and collapsed into Sun Zheping's arms, feeling quite comfortable.

"What are you afraid of? Even if you are in a wheelchair, I will take good care of you." Sun Zheping squeezed Zhang Jiale's back twice before pulling his hand away. "Want to watch my live broadcast?"

Zhang Jiale nodded: "Well, I'll stand and watch."

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

Sun Zheping lightly pecked Zhang Jiale's ear, stood up and went to the corner to press the power button of the desktop computer.

Zhang Jiale actually liked watching Sun Zheping play games, and sometimes felt that the two of them were still in Hundred Blossoms, with Blossoming Chaos rushing ahead and Hundred Blossoms covering with firepower.

There were quite a lot of people in the live broadcast at night. When Sun Zheping practiced with some small anchors, Zhang Jiale would hold Zhang Xiaohei and dangle behind him.Those little anchors were on the other side of the screen, peeping at Sun Zheping's live broadcast room while playing, lamenting that they were forcibly stuffed with dog food.

Later, Zhang Jiale probably felt tired from walking, so he simply threw Zhang Xiaohe on Sun Zheping's lap, wrapped his arms around Sun Zheping's shoulders, bent down and rested the tip of his chin on it.

In the words of fans, if Brother Le was a woman, he would deliberately show off his career line, which is too red.

Sun Zheping looked at the barrage, turned his head to look at Zhang Jiale's neckline, and then went back to playing games.

"Are you worried?"

Zhang Jiale whispered in Sun Zheping's ear. He didn't wear earphones, and the microphone was left on the table. The fans probably couldn't hear him.

"I just wanted to see."

Zhang Jiale raised his hand and touched the red spot on the side of his neck: "How many times have you watched it?"

"I can't see enough, what's wrong?"

As Sun Zheping said, he left the keyboard with his left hand and rested it on Zhang Jiale's chin, tilted his head and kissed him. He didn't forget to operate with his right hand, and just after the kiss, the words "Glory" popped up on the screen.

Zhang Jiale patted Sun Zheping on the shoulder and said with a smile, "There must be water on the other side."

"That's because I'm good at technology."

Sun Zheping also specially emphasized the word "technology".

And the fans of the two of them will already feel so happy that they are about to faint.

First, the idols were in the same frame, then hugged each other, and then Brother Ping kissed Brother Le, and then they started to show off their skills again.

Let's see, who else is as sweet as Shuanghua?

What the little fans didn't expect was that this wasn't considered high-powered. The next night they saw, for example, Brother Le kissed Brother Ping's face unconsciously, and Brother Ping dragged him to kiss his mouth, and Brother Ping hugged his waist of super high energy.

The wife of the author of Shuanghua Xiaohuangman said that she has been addicted to watching Brother Ping and Brother Le show their affection, and has no intention of producing food.

As a result, this sentence was seen by Zhang Jiale, thinking that he might know which author it was, he answered: "Don't, I'm still waiting for the update every night, I remember you drew a pose that was very popular recently , it's pretty pretty."

"Don't even think about it," Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale seriously. "It's not right now."

The author of Xiaohuangman said that he must finish drawing the follow-up tonight, and let Brother Le and Brother Ping have fun with that shameful pose in the comics.

Zhang Jiale smiled, thinking that her fans were so cute.

When going to bed at night, Zhang Jiale went to the bathroom to take a shower, and Sun Zheping was lying on the bed waiting for him, while watching the update of the legendary author's wife of Xiao Huangman.

When Zhang Jiale dried his hair and climbed onto the bed, the little brother between Sun Zheping's legs was still quite tall. He habitually pressed himself into Sun Zheping's arms, and was startled by the sensation of his crotch. Sun Zheping frowned and pulled it away before verifying his guess.

"Aren't you so hard?" Zhang Jiale put his hands on Sun Zheping's waist. "Did I watch a little movie while I was in the shower?"

"I read the cartoon you mentioned."

"Oh, the one in the new pose, don't you find it exciting?" Zhang Jiale also wrapped his legs around Sun Zheping's waist. "Do you want to try?"

"Don't think about it, you won't know how you died then."

"Why didn't I realize that you are so powerful?"

Zhang Jiale looked up and saw Sun Zheping's sparkling eyes, and a pair of titanium alloy cat's eyes on his head.

"That movement was too deep," Sun Zheping touched Zhang Jiale's buttocks along his back. "I've never penetrated that deep."

Zhang Jiale smiled softly: "Then why don't you try not wearing a condom next time, will it be more comfortable?"

Sun Zheping kissed the tip of Zhang Jiale's nose: "Don't you know if it's comfortable or not?"

"Of course I don't know. I've done it with my own hands before. How can it be so interesting, and I still solve it by myself while wearing a condom?"

Even lying down, Zhang Jiale tried to shrug his shoulders.

"You..." Sun Zheping hesitated. "Didn't you have a girlfriend before?"

There are several more, one of them is really pretty, the person is also nice, and the cooking is very delicious.

Of course, Sun Zheping didn't say anything about it.

"Those were not my girlfriend, they were arranged by the club, for publicity purposes," Zhang Jiale put his hands on Sun Zheping's face. "Are you jealous?"

"No," Sun Zheping grabbed that hand, and clasped his ten fingers together unconsciously. "Go to sleep."

"Don't you need me to help you solve it?"

Zhang Jiale felt that the one on Sun Zheping's belly was still as hard as before, and it hadn't softened a bit after chatting for so long.

"Aren't all men like this, just sleep well."

Sun Zheping hugged Zhang Jiale a little tighter, to prevent him from stretching out his hand to tease him. It was already hard and uncomfortable, but Zhang Jiale would not be able to hold back any sparks.

"Then I'm sleeping."

Zhang Jiale didn't insist either.

So the two said goodnight to each other, and fell asleep hugging each other.

Of course, it should be as hard the next morning.