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Quan Wei didn't procrastinate on purpose, but compared to Yang Zhen's being at his disposal, he really has a lot of things to do.

He felt itchy when he touched his buttocks. In order to facilitate expansion, Yang Zhen used his hands to serve him in front of him, but as soon as he touched the back door, all previous efforts were wasted. Quan Wei's muscles were so tense that he could push Yang Zhen out of bed with his hand. There was no purpose for relaxing. Arriving, Yang Zhen also became nervous, and the two of them stared anxiously.

Quan Wei still refused to take the blame, took Yang Zhen's hand to touch his forehead, and said with reason: "It can't be my fault, you see, my forehead is full of sweat."

Yang Zhen touched a layer of warm moisture, knowing that he didn't quibble, but he was still angry and wanted to laugh. For a moment, he felt like lying down and enjoying himself?Why did he have to create such an evil illusion, but he just thought about it in such a fake way, and his instinct was a completely different reaction.

"It's not your fault," he leaned down, tilted his head to kiss Quan Wei, the words slipped out from between his chiseled lips and teeth, so low that Quan Wei couldn't hear clearly, all eyes were that he was softer than his heart Lips and mouth full of saliva.

The pleasure is thin and dense, like the sparks in the sky after the fireworks bloom, there is no movement of the earth shaking, and it makes people dazzled in the silence.

Yang Zhen's kiss was just like his own, unhurried, almost without any sense of pressure, but the intensity could be light or heavy, which made people's heartbeat fluctuate.

When Quan Wei accepted and responded, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the picture of him kissing Yang Zhen for the first time.

That day, the two idiots had just opened their minds, and they kissed so much that they were teeth-smacking and tongue-tied, exhilaratingly painful, and then in just over half a year, they were already familiar with each other, knowing each other's preferences and habits, being able to guess their thoughts from their expressions, and even Yang Zhen, who is restrained and self-sustaining, has learned many rogue kissing tricks.

The breathing of the two became more and more rapid, breathing into each other's ears from time to time, and they were both agitated a little out of control.

It was freezing outside, and the temperature in the house was in the early 20s because the air conditioner had been turned on. Usually it would be a bit chilly without clothes on, but at this moment Yang Zhen felt hot and restless, like a fire coming from The bottom of his heart burned, and as the blood flowed into his limbs, his body and soul knew what he was longing for.

Yang Zhen has never touched others before, so there is no way to compare him. He only thinks that Quan Wei's skin is smooth to the touch, as smooth as silk. There must be no such exaggerated skin quality in Quan Wei. A lazy guy who can even rub a facial cleanser foam, there are also a few sporadically keratinized small bumps on Quan Wei's legs, with a little dryness that is inevitable in this season, and the temperature makes sweating slow. An unimpeded, non-sticky refreshing feeling.

Yang Zhen slid down against his face with the palm of his hand, feeling a slight magnetic attraction on the contact surface, and he couldn't lift his hand at all.

Quan Wei leaned on the head of the bed and saw Yang Zhen kneeling and sitting in the territory circled by his legs, with forbearance, bewilderment, and almost pious eagerness on his face, and he coaxed himself to relax tirelessly. He stretched out his hand to touch Yang Zhen's Adam's apple, Yang Zhen couldn't help swallowing when he was touched at the weak point, his Adam's apple rolled down and floated up again, but Quan Wei felt a "gudong" in his heart, sinking with his decision.

Quan Wei's self-control is actually not bad. Previously, he relied on Yang Zhen's tolerance and evaded responsibility there. At this moment, if he wanted to be serious, he put away his left leg and passed from front to the right of Yang Zhen, turned over and lay on the bed, He also pulled a pillow under his crotch with rich experience, and asked Yang Zhen to come from behind.

But he was willing to bear it, and Yang Zhen did not dare to force it. The rectal wall is very fragile, and it is easy to tear if the foreplay is not in place. Depending on the severity, some even need suturing. Hasty things.

However, Quan Wei was much more friendly to Yang Zhen when he was lying on his stomach, because martial arts masters said that there was an empty door behind them, and this was a more chaotic night than their first sex.

There was another big joke in the middle, Yang Zhen was busy for a long time, and Quan Wei collapsed again when he was about to kick the door. Yang Zhen was so tired that he was directly stacked on his back and became a corpse.

Quan Wei fell ill again, Yang Zhen didn't cooperate with him when he slept with him, and he felt a sense of crisis when he didn't sleep with him.

Then he turned upside down and began to persuade him, why he is relatively slender, so his rectum is also narrow, so let Yang Zhen be patient, Yang Zhen just wanted to use tape to seal his mouth with a smile, thinking what the hell is all this mess .

On the premise that Quanwei is non-violent and cooperative, although the process is difficult and dangerous, Yang Zhen finally tasted the experience on it. Compared with the pleasure, his psychological satisfaction is better.

Loving someone, longing to become one with him, to see the scenery that others have no luck to see, is a matter of course. Of course, this can be called possessiveness.

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The first thing Quan Wei does when he wakes up in the morning is to put on his pants, and the second thing is to squat on the toilet. This is the inevitable reaction of the first cross-link between the two physical systems.

As for the situations in the book that he couldn't close his legs or his legs and feet were so soft that he couldn't walk, he didn't know how fast he ran into the toilet. feeling.

Although it is uncivilized to say so, he does feel that he wants to be bigger all the time.

Quan Wei speaks from his heart, the feeling below is unexpected, neither good nor bad, even half and half, in this matter, we must pay attention to balance and so mixed.

It’s okay to hurt, it’s only a short while, the running-in is a bit difficult, but the sound of Yang Zhen bumping against his back and panting has a kind of strength and excitement, which makes Quan Wei feel very fresh, and he is not without pleasure , A few times Yang Zhen may have wiped the right place, Quan Wei trembled from head to toe, as if hit by the electric current of the slow motion effect, the feeling was very strong.

But most of the time he is... suffering, although I am sorry to say so to Yang Zhen, but Quan Wei is a fair person, and now he recalls the first time he was on the top, Yang Zhen must have suffered a lot.

Expansion is the most unbearable process. The scalp-numbing sense of aggression makes people want to sneak away, and because it is the first time, the hands are inappropriate, and both of them are sweating profusely. It's not natural enough to ask if it hurts or not, and how it is.

Generally speaking, no one feels that it’s a disadvantage anyway, because people who really live in life know that there are few clear-cut 0s and 1s in reality, and human nature tends to enjoy the most. The sense of superiority at the top has to be let go behind closed doors.

Yang Zhen has a deep understanding of the after-effects, so he held the toothbrush in his hands, and talked to him through the bathroom door: "Do you have a stomachache or a backache?"

That's...indescribably sour, not enough to hurt, Quan Wei was a little stubborn: "I'm fine, do you want to use the toilet? I'm coming out."

Yang Zhen said considerately: "I don't need it, you can stay."

Quan Wei was almost in a daze, came out to clean up his teeth and face, and sent Yang Zhen to the subway station lively after eating, and ran to find Sun Shaoning by himself, to ask about the exhibition.

Sun Shaoning had invited him twice before, and he had rejected them categorically and categorically without interest. This time, he suddenly posted it upside down, and Sun Shaoning just ignored him.

Sun Shaoning spread his hands and said viciously: "There is no ticket, you don't want to give it to you, I threw it in the trash can."

Quan Wei didn't believe him, and the aura of the party was very strong: "Bring it."

Sun Shaoning was very curious: "Tell me first, why are you suddenly interested in the comic exhibition?"

Quan Wei dreamed of Zhang Shuyu that day, and when he got up, he suddenly remembered that [The Emperor is Under Heaven] seems to be making Hanfu. When Yang Zhen was writing, the little girl invited Yang Zhen to play at the exhibition, and Quan Wei wanted Yang Zhen to wear it. have a look.

But he didn't tell Sun Shaoning about this dream. Zhang Shuyu was a secret between him and Yang Zhen. No one else would believe it, and there was no need to know. Quan Wei said, "Didn't Yang Zhen's characters be made into Hanfu? I'll go and see."

Sun Shaoning gave him a contemptuous look, probably meaning Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, you know Yang Zhen now.

The ticket was given by someone else, Quan Wei just didn’t want it, Sun Shaoning wouldn’t throw it away, he still has a pimped netizen who gave it away a while ago, now his hands are empty, Quan Wei’s robbery is gone, but fortunately the tickets are not expensive, Sun Shaoning He decided to buy it for him out of his own pocket: "Okay, get out, if you go over that day, I will naturally let you in."

Seeing Yang Zhen again, nearly 24 hours have passed since Dong Ruxiu sent him a message.

Yang Zhen showed up in the store on time after a day off, looking no different than usual, not as red as yesterday, or more energetic than the day before yesterday, the first time on the top seemed to be a memorable day, but for him, it was just more A pleasant living experience.

Dong Ruxiu was left hanging all day, but he was a young man, and he approached impatiently and asked, "Brother Yang, I sent you a message yesterday, didn't you see it?"

Hearing this sentence, Yang Zhen suddenly pulled out this little episode from yesterday, which was full of happy events, and smiled apologetically: "I saw it, I'm sorry, there were a lot of things yesterday, I didn't think about it at the time, and I didn't think about it later , I'll take a look right away."

Dong Ruxiu: "It's okay, it's nothing urgent."

Anyway, this house is for Yang Zhen, if he is not in a hurry, Dong Ruxiu has no tenants.

Yang Zhen browsed the website in front of him, and went to the map to see the real scene of the community. After reading it, he found that this is a luxury villa area. Although it is in the outer suburbs, a house is more than 2000 million, and the head of the household should not be bad. Money, this monthly rent of 1000 is really unnecessary.

"Have you contacted the person who announced the listing?" Yang Zhen began to log in to Qingshan.com.

Dong Ruxiu was a little hesitant to speak: "I contacted, the landlord's sister answered the phone, she said that the house is real, and the rent is only so much, that is...they have a prerequisite for renting the house, the tenant has to be with their family. The old man lives together."

Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes, sounding like a liar.