The lame man at the dumpling shop

It was hard, less than half the width of his arm, and it was warm in his arms.

As if obsessed, he called brother, and stared at him without blinking: "I want...to hug you."

In autumn and winter, when the weather is dry and things are dry, Yan Qingsheng's sweater crackles, and he shakes it in his hand and puts it on the back of the chair. When he hears Cheng Shui's words, he will be a little confused for a while.

"What are you doing with brother? Brother is dirty now, don't touch it."

Cheng Shui laughed when he heard it: "It's not like I haven't touched it before."

Yan Qingsheng took off his sweater, leaving only a short white shirt with a lot of black dust on the lower edge, which was indeed dirty.

Cheng Shui didn't care about this, he rolled down from the bed again, came behind Yan Qingsheng, and went straight to lift the hem of his clothes.Yan Qingsheng couldn't move, he couldn't dodge, and he said anxiously: "Hey, why didn't you listen to my brother, I told you..."

He suddenly became quiet, and cut off his voice abruptly, like in a martial arts novel.

"Shh-"

Cheng Shui poked his head from behind, pressed against his right ear, and wiped his breath out on his cheek.Yan Qingsheng had never been so sensitive before, it seemed that every hair in that area suddenly stood up, and then softened very spinelessly.

Either Cheng Shui didn't notice his stiffness, or he was satisfied with the status quo when he was aware of it. After all, his next action was a bit presumptuous, and he didn't want Yan Qingsheng to react quickly to stop his hand.

The first is the waist.

Cheng Shui has touched the waists of many people, his master's, neighbor's children's, customers' when working in massage parlors, and other inexplicably familiar people in various places, both men and women. He always thinks it's the same thing, thinner It's a bit meatier, it hurts more when it's pinched, it hurts less when it's scratched, just like what those men said: take off your clothes and turn off the light, it doesn't make any difference.

But how did his brother's waist grow?It's also so thin that there is no trace of fat, and Yan Qingsheng's body looks like it was gilded when he went abroad to study. Cheng Shui is so precious that he dare not touch it with his whole hand, for fear of breaking it, it will be tense The palm of your hand, stick a small piece with the palm of your hand, and rub it a little bit.

Yan Qingsheng was still too thin, and there wasn't much room on his waist, so he didn't need to wear it. Soon, those two restless hands were not willing to be confined to this small space, and began to explore higher and deeper places.

When he touched the place near the ribs, Yan Qingsheng suddenly panicked: "Cheng Shui..."

Cheng Shui clicked his tongue: "Brother, what did you call me?"

Yan Qingsheng heard that he was a little displeased, but he had to tell Cheng Shui to stop first, so he insisted on continuing: "...Take it out quickly."

Cheng Shui ignored him and went up as usual.

Yan Qingsheng seemed to have just remembered that he had arms and hands, so he frowned and pulled his arm. Cheng Shui felt that something was wrong, so he stopped fighting with him, but he didn't follow him, and his tone became serious: "Let me see."

Yan Qingsheng immediately softened again, "Forget about brother, brother is fine."

On the way, he told Cheng Shui that the group of bastards were just trying to rob him, and he pushed him on the ground and found that he was powerless to fight back, so he didn't make things difficult for him.I had worked all day and was too tired to get up, so I got confused.

When he saw Cheng Shui coming with the tongs, he was worried that if the child was impulsive, he would stir him in too.

It's just a beating, which has been a common practice for decades, and there are no major problems, but Cheng Shui is different. He was so ruthless at that time, as if he was going to--

To kill.

Yan Qing was afraid after birth.

Cheng Shui was all for himself, he knew, but Cheng Shui could stay here for a few days, maybe even he himself was not sure.Yan Qingsheng seemed to be living a stolen happy time, rejoicing cautiously. He put this stable and happy life in a jar, sealed it, arched his back and embraced it in his arms. Jar cents.

In the end the jar was about to crack itself.

"Hurry up." Cheng Shui urged again, and his hands had already started to push him towards him, "I'll just take a look, and I won't do anything."

Unexpectedly, Yan Qingsheng was extremely stubborn, he had a lot of strength in his hands, and Cheng Shui was afraid of hurting him, so he couldn't bear his strength.Force won't work, Cheng Shui asked: "Brother, are you sure you want to do this?"

Yan Qingsheng pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Cheng Shui then sighed: "Then don't blame me."

Yan Qingsheng blinked his eyes in doubt, and the next second, his body naturally and quickly produced a reaction that had never appeared before.Counting from the waist to the upper half of the body, it was as if static electricity had been passed through, and it was numb. In just a short moment, this feeling crawled along the nerves and covered every inch of skin, making goose bumps all over.

After all, he didn't cry out, rushed to his mouth and swallowed it back.

After all this was over, his dull brain told him slowly that Cheng Shui bit his earlobe and licked it wet on purpose.

After talking about this situation, the brain completely went on strike.

What is Cheng Shui doing?

All of a sudden, he heard Cheng Shui whisper in his ear in an extremely gentle voice that almost turned into sugar water: "Brother, be obedient."

……

okay.

Yan Qingsheng, who had lost the ability to think, said what he said, and it was very easy to fiddle with. Cheng Shui succeeded easily, turned around, and lifted his clothes, all in one go.

On the white cotton shirt was black plaster that could not be wiped off, and on the white skin were bruises that would not go away for a while.Those large and small blood bruises were concentrated on his ribs and back, and they were almost connected together. It looked particularly horrific, presumably it was kicked out by the group of animals after he fell down.

Cheng Shui didn't say a word, and watched it a dozen times.

"Is there any medicine?" he asked.

Yan Qingsheng regained his composure, pulled down his clothes to prevent him from looking at them, and forced a smile: "This injury is unnecessary, and it will heal in a few days."

"No."

How could this injury take a few days to heal, so I fooled him for a fool.Cheng Shui took the coat and said, "I'll go buy it."

"Hey don't don't! We have it at home!"

Cheng Shui had already walked to the door and looked back at him.

Yan Qingsheng was afraid that Cheng Shui would waste money if he said later, so he quickly pointed to the cabinet and said, "On the top, there is a bottle of safflower oil, just wipe it off."

Cheng Shui found safflower oil according to his words, and his face looked better, and he gestured to Yan Qingsheng: "Brother, don't move, I will take off your clothes and apply the medicine for you."

Yan Qingsheng said hesitantly: "I can do it myself..."

Standing two steps away from him, Cheng Shui raised the corner of his mouth and said again: "Be obedient, brother."

This time he didn't use the tone that would make people lose their ability to think, but Yan Qingsheng paused for a moment with the sense of being irresistible. He felt that Cheng Shui tonight seemed to have returned to the time when they first met. The strength that was gradually erased, after tonight's toss, showed its sharpness again.

Yan Qingsheng couldn't refuse his coquettish and submissive younger brother, let alone such Cheng Shui, and finally sat obediently on the bed, letting Cheng Shui serve him like a wooden man who wanted to raise his arms.

By the time I finished wiping my upper body, the bottle of safflower oil was almost half used up.

Cheng Shui's hands were broad and warm, and the strength was just right when he slowly rubbed the safflower oil on the wound. Yan Qingsheng had never had a massage, but he felt that Cheng Shui was no worse than the professional masseurs in the store. It doesn't feel the same as rubbing yourself.With the movement of his hands, the pain actually eased a lot, Yan Qingsheng relaxed, and his eyelids began to fight.

He was really exhausted. Before, he had a nerve because of the injury, but now everything came according to Cheng Shui, and he had nothing to hide. His heart was completely put back in his stomach, and his drowsiness came flooding back.

Cheng Shui screwed the bottle on, and continued to rub his back with his hands. Seeing him like this, he laughed instead: "It will be fine soon."

Because of Yan Qingsheng's injury, Cheng Shui took a lot of effort to put him flat on the bed. He couldn't lie on his back, and he would be crushed if he lay on his side. In the end, he had to let him lie on his stomach.

Yan Qingsheng's voice was muffled, and he still told Cheng Shui: "Go to bed quickly, too."

Cheng Shui said, "Brother, you are still wearing your pants."

Yan Qingsheng buried his face in the pillow and nodded, his body remained motionless.

Cheng Shui called brother again, but Yan Qingsheng didn't even hear the sound.

The khaki trousers, like the white shirt, were stained with plaster, and it would definitely not work to sleep like this all night.

Cheng Shui stared at the pair of trousers. The elastic band was tied on the bare waist. The cloth in the trouser pocket covered Yan Qingsheng's buttocks, and the inside of the trouser legs were Yan Qingsheng's legs, which were different.

He has seen Yan Qingsheng's buttocks and his legs, and they often touch each other when sleeping, but now the situation is different, he seems to need to take off these pants with his own hands, just like opening a gift box named Yan Qingsheng .

Cheng Shui's breathing tightened all of a sudden.

He said softly, "Brother, I'll help you take it off." As if discussing with the air, Yan Qingsheng, let alone fell asleep, probably couldn't hear what he was talking about even if he was awake.

Cheng Shui didn't directly pull the elastic band, but pinched the piece of cloth on Yan Qingsheng's buttocks, and lifted it up tiptoely. The collapsed cloth was lifted up, wrapping Yan Qingsheng's narrow and straight waist and hips.He raised it even higher, and there was a gap at the waist, Cheng Shui inserted his fingers in and hooked it, dragging it down like a snail.

Gray panties.

The creased cotton cloth was tattered, with a little bit of white showing through the irregular holes, and the panties themselves were so baggy that no curve could be seen when they were fully exposed.

It was obviously like this, but in Cheng Shui's eyes, it was a kind of wonderful seductiveness.Tear those holes open, exposing the white buttocks to the air, of course, Yan Qingsheng is not afraid of showing his buttocks in front of him, at least not now.

Such a shameless ass should be taught well.Kneaded until Yan Qingsheng blushed and shrank in the corner of the bed, covering his butt to prevent him from touching it.

When Yan Qingsheng knew he was afraid, that was the beginning of their good deeds.

Cheng Shui made up his mind not to let himself feel better tonight, and caressed him with his eyes back and forth fascinatedly.