hang out

Once you're done, take your stuff and leave.

However, after entering the empty changing room, they couldn't get out.

Like a magnet, they were standing some distance away, but after looking at each other for an instant, they stuck together.The continuation is the passion that has not been extinguished after the emergency brake just now.

With a bang, his back hit the metal door panel.Yan Zizheng suppressed Lin Jinglei, raised his hand and knocked on the switch on the wall at the door, and the light went out.

Plunging into a dark room, the outline of the object was blurred, he hugged the waist of the person in his arms tightly, and slid the door lock smoothly.

Because he had to wait for Lin Jinglei, he lied that he was unwell and wanted to go outside to breathe, so the group arranged for someone to take his place on stage.

This concert is almost an hour and a half and no one will come back and can fix things here.

In other words, it is not a choice to be here, but a necessity to be here.

At this time, both he and Lin Jinglei, who was hugging him, were ready to attack.

If it wasn't too cold outside, it would have been easy for them to have something natural happen in that corner just now.The ripped neckline and the loosened belt were filled with cold wind, so he quickly returned to the room.

In the men's changing room, which is not too big, there is a row of tables with miscellaneous goods near the innermost wall. Lin Jinglei was carried by Yan Zizheng all the way and placed on one of the tables, together with his panting that he didn't erase.

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Yan Zizheng propped himself on the table with one hand, and pulled Lin Jinglei with the other, his unabsorbed panting made his voice more magnetic: "Don't sit on the floor."

Of course Lin Jinglei knew it was cold on the ground, and he didn't want to sit down, but he had to wait a while before getting up.

He was picked up by Yan Zizheng, who helped him organize his clothes and pull up his trousers like he was treating a child.

I thought that Lin Jinglei would beat him up or swear at him, but unexpectedly he listened carefully and asked him: "What piece is it playing?"

Yan Zizheng reached out and touched Lin Jinglei's forehead, it didn't burn, why was he talking nonsense.He asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Get lost, just ask one more question and you won't be able to get out of here."

That's right, Yan Zizheng pulled up his trousers and fetched a tissue and handed it over.Lin Jinglei refused his help, and wiped the stains on his body without saying a word, and didn't say a word until he finally walked out of this room.

The burning pain in his posterior acupoint became more serious afterwards, and he walked very slowly, but he did not lose his demeanor at all.

"I'll help you carry that bag." Yan Zizheng said as he walked.

Lin Jinglei glanced at the people around him, hesitated for a moment, took off the bag and handed it over with difficulty: "It's full of money, lose it and accompany me."

Yan Zizheng adjusted the angle of the piano bag and put Lin Jinglei's small bag on his back. Then he came to help the man, but his hand was swung away, so he ignored the three-seven-two-one and directly picked up the man and walked down the stairs step by step.

Lin Jinglei was quite satisfied that he didn't need to use his own strength, but his butt was hurting like hell, but he still looked at it like a tourist.

Yan Zizheng didn't leave too fast, if he wasn't afraid of people coming back from the changing room, he would definitely not rush to take people away.Fortunately, nothing happened when they got carried away.

Even better, Lin Jinglei didn't reject him afterwards.His complexion was not very good, and his spirit was a little listless, like a sleepy kitten nestled in his arms without making a sound.

If you compare this person to a cat, it must be a wild cat that likes to fight.

Just by the street lights, he could see that Lin Jinglei had a scratch on the bridge of his nose and temple, and he found a topic: "Is the bag really full of money?"

Lin Jinglei half-closed his eyes and opened them: "Yes."

Yan Zizheng lowered his head and rubbed the nose of the person he was hugging, and said with a light smile, "Call me next time you rob a bank."

Lin Jinglei snorted, "Next time you ask me to fuck you, I can consider it."

"Don't do this dream, it's already decided."

"Damn it, next time I'm on top, just say okay."

"How about it," Yan Zizheng said in a low voice, "You tell me how you feel down there, and I'll refer to it."

Being stabbed in the ass is fucking hard enough to talk about, and it's just too maddening to have to share your experience.

"Okay, let me down," Lin Jinglei punched Yan Zizheng's chest with his fist, "I'll go by myself."

"Go another 100 meters."

"What is 100 meters and 200 meters, I have to take a taxi back."

The corner of Yan Zizheng's mouth curled up: "Goodbye, it's been a year, and you're in such a hurry to leave?"

"The Chinese New Year will be the day after tomorrow, so it sounds like how far away it is."

Under Lin Jinglei's insistence, Yan Zizheng let him go.

"Have you ever done this with someone before?"

Yan Zizheng was dizzy when he was hit by a slap in the face: "What?"

Lin Jinglei asked: "Have you never had such an experience?"

"No."

Damn, it's really weird, Xiaobai is also a novice, why is he so at a loss, as expected, everyone who hides deep is cunning.

In fact, he should ask himself more, if he wants to resist, can he really not do it?If you want to stop, is it really not possible?

But he didn't, and he just let nature take its course if he hit the evil.

As for the feeling, it's not that complicated, it's not that he allowed it by default.

Not to surrender to sex, but to love.

If you don't love, how can you mess around, if you don't love, how can you think about it.

It's really over, Lin Jinglei took a deep breath, and surrendered to the enemy just like that.He extended his hand to Yan Zizheng: "Give it to me, I'll take a taxi back."

"I send you."

Lin Jinglei had no objection. He stood by the side of the road and waited for 2 minutes. An empty car came and they got in together.

The ass was squeezed, and he jumped up and hit the roof of the car in pain.For a moment, he didn't know whether to care about his buttocks or rub his head. After gesturing wildly in the air, he calmly put his hands on his thighs.

He didn't want to put all his weight on his butt, so he leaned half of his body against Yan Zizheng, looking at the Wanjia hanging lights outside the car window, and suddenly didn't want to go back to Lin Tai's grandma's house.

People like him are pitiful people, who don't even have a place to go back with confidence.

For some reason, he was not like this before, he was the only one left with nothing to worry about, so he started to care about things that he would never have.

Perhaps the people sitting next to him gave him the capital to be reckless and vulnerable, he thought so.

Yan Zizheng sent him upstairs, watched him knock on the door, and waited for him to enter the room before leaving.

The old couple were both asleep, and the two women were watching TV in the living room. When they saw him come back, they would ask him if he had eaten.

Speaking of this matter, Lin Jinglei really hadn't eaten it.After working all night, I forgot about it.

When his aunt went to the kitchen to cook dumplings for him, he stood by the window and looked at Yan Zizheng who was walking away with a deep foot and a shallow foot.After completely losing sight, I went back to the living room to watch TV.

Lin Tai is the kind of person who is particularly susceptible to the plot. The bitter drama that is playing makes him frown, but he still doesn't forget to wave for his brother to sit down.

Lin Jinglei took a step back, leaned against the wall next to the sofa and said, "I can just stand."

He even stood up to eat dumplings, put them in his mouth and bit the dumpling skin to let the juice flow.The dumpling stuffing was made by his aunt, and I'm afraid the taste will never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

He remembered the bag he had brought back, took it from the shoe cabinet at the door, and stuffed it to his aunt in the kitchen. The woman nodded without saying anything, took the bag and went out.

After eating a whole plate, a message came up on the phone.

Lin Jinglei knew without even thinking that it was Yan Zizheng who was reporting that he was home.I don't know since when, this habit has been formed between them.

It's just that he never replied before, but this time he put down his chopsticks and typed.

"understood."