Men's Match Turnover Plan [Quick Transmigration]

Du Yan didn't reply, just stared at the other party quietly, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

That gaze was as real as it was, piercing Shang Yan's skin inch by inch, causing goosebumps.

The feeling of fear before the execution surrounded him everywhere, and he couldn't predict whether Du Yan would act as he said.

He can tolerate the other party, and he can give without regard for rewards, but this matter is absolutely not included. Just as Du Yan would be uneasy, there is deep uneasiness hidden in his bones.

Du Yan regarded him as the only straw, so why not?

He is helpless, has no relatives, no parents, and even at the beginning, he has no emotions. The other party is his only connection with this world, and the only person who can make him feel that being alive is such a beautiful thing.

Only by controlling people under his body can he gain that little sense of security. Of course, his dignity as a man does not allow him to be treated like this.

The two just looked at each other with their own thoughts for a while, the air seemed to be cracked by freezing, and it seemed to be burning to the extreme and about to explode.

Two lonely and restless souls rely on each other, but they test each other and refuse to give in.

Like enemy and friend, like love and like fear.

Du Yan looked at him with a smile on his face, but his words were far less gentle than on the surface, "You didn't listen to what I said that time."

So why should I listen to you?

I am angry with you, even if I am reluctant to hurt you, but I can't be obedient to you, I want you to be controlled by me and be crazy about me, but I don't want to make you too happy.

Shang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a little bit of anger gathered in his chest, but there was nothing unusual on his face.

This is the biggest difference between him and the other party. At this time, his endurance has reached the peak.

He raised his eyes meekly, with lingering arcs drawn at the end of his eyes, "But without lubrication, it won't work, and we'll all be in pain."

Du Yan glanced at him, his eyes full of interest, "You mean, let me go out and buy lubricating oil?"

"For the sake of experience, or..." Shang Yan smiled and clicked.

"The guy who hides the knife in his smile, is he thinking about how to revenge me in the future?"

"How is it possible? You're overthinking. I'm really thinking about our sex. Wealth." Shang Yan wasn't embarrassed at all.

Du Yan pondered for a moment, then suddenly began to untie the red rope.

"That's right." Shang Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and the calculation in his heart was crackling. It would take at least 10 minutes to come and go, but...

Before he could finish his breath, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He was stripped naked like an egg, and his skin touched the cold air, causing a shiver.

So the unrelieved breath was stuck in his throat, and he almost couldn't breathe. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you want to go shopping?"

"It's not necessary." Du Yan glanced at him, raised the corner of his mouth, and returned what Shang Yan once said, "I don't need to worry about how to do things, you just need to enjoy it."

The skin of Shang Yan's body is cream-colored, and it looks quite...delicious.

Du Yan's eyes dimmed, and he teased and said, "It's beautiful, but it's too pale and lacks color."

Accompanied by these words, the red rope that had just been separated was put back on Shang Yan's body again, and this time it was really except for the red rope.

"You..." There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and Shang Yan almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He swallowed back the mouthful of blood with the patience of a turtle, with innocent and pitiful eyes, "I'm a little cold." Put it back on for me quickly.

"Oh?" Du Yan rubbed the other's cheek with one hand, and removed his own clothes with the other.

He hugged him into his arms, bit his earlobe, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still cold now?"

"..."

"It seems that it's not cold anymore." Du Yan kissed the other party's chin, feeling the temperature of the other party, "Look at you, you really have no concentration, I just kissed you, and I threw away my helmet and armor."

Shang Yan was a little desperate, such a hateful man's instinct.

"Why don't you talk? Do you feel it? You are flushed." Du Yan's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were fierce and crazy, but his expression was deeply gentle.

"Don't worry, I will...satisfy you right away."

"I don't need it." The little bit of anger finally turned into a prairie fire, and Shang Yan's voice seemed to be falling into ice, "It's not that I underestimate you, but I feel that your level is really not good. If you act like this, I'm afraid you can't even move forward." It's all difficult."

Du Yan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he stretched his hand down without saying a word.

"I can't do it, can I?" His eyes turned scarlet, no man would be able to bear such words, "Isn't it just for lubrication? I want to use the lubricant you squeezed out yourself."

"I think you may not be able to do it." Shang Yan looked at the clock, it was 7 o'clock, and he deliberately angered Du Yan with words, "Your hand skills are also very poor."

"Your expression doesn't say that." Du Yan's eyes lit up with flames, "See how hard you can speak." He kissed the other party's lips and exchanged breath with the other party.

"Then... see if you can do it." Shang Yan's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he endured it quite hard.

It's time to test your perseverance. If it was the past, there would be no problem if you persisted until eight o'clock, but now, Du Yan is not only gentle and proactive, but also has a good experience.

And once lost, the consequences are quite serious.

Two people are competing with each other, beads of sweat slide down from their foreheads, meet on their chests through their chins, just like they are intimate.

......

"Oh, it's not coming out yet." Du Yan raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and raised his hand, which was already covered with cream-colored liquid.

He stretched his fingers behind the opponent's back.

"Wait..." Shang Yan's heart almost stopped, and the hour hand pointed to 7:58.

Be sure, and wait another 2 minutes.

He could even feel that the territory was about to be touched, and broke out in a cold sweat, "Don't, I'm afraid of pain."

Du Yan paused, and softly comforted, "I will be careful."

"No, I'm not mentally prepared yet, I need to brew it." The hour hand was heading towards 59 minutes, Shang Yan even planned to use hypnotism, but the last time hypnotism was useless to Du Yan, this time I'm afraid it's not optimistic.

Fortunately, Du Yan agreed, "I'll count to 30, you should be mentally prepared."

When the other party was counting, Shang Yan kept trying to interrupt, and finally dragged it until the last moment.

When the other party's demeanor changed, he almost cried with joy, and Du Xun's image grew infinitely taller in his heart at this moment.

When Du Xun woke up, what he saw was such an explosive scene, and he instantly petrified in place.

He was a little dazed, what happened in the past two days?Waking up every day was pleasantly surprised and frightened, and he suspected that he was going to have a heart attack a few times.

"Don't be dazed, let me go first." Shang Yan's eyes were red, as if he had been greatly wronged.

so close!Almost innocent.

"What happened?" Du Xun still had a sense of unreality, suspecting that he was still in a dream.

"It's obvious. You tied me up, abused me, and tried to force me." This time I really didn't lie, that's how it happened.

"This... I did it all?" Du Xun withdrew his hand as if it was scalded, and some evidence was still on it.

He took the clothes in a trance, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, hit himself with the mobile phone, and his arm was instantly bruised, it was true.

"That's right, it's you, let me go." Shang Yan was quite confident.

This attitude made Du Xun feel more guilty, in order to cover up that he turned on the phone seemingly calmly, and flipped through it casually.

There was a new WeChat message, which was Du Yan's recording, and he opened it suspiciously and listened to it.

The conversation of that day penetrated into the ears of Shang Yan and Du Xun at the same time.

Then Shang Yan found that Du Xun's expression was getting worse and worse, and his brain had stopped functioning.

He has an urge to die in place, the evidence is solid, and it is completely unexplainable.

The most frightening thing is that the effect of the medicine has not passed, and the rope has not been untied.

The author has something to say: Today the road is closed here, there are too many things, allow me to be short, everyone, happy new year, and it is best to wear a mask, my side has been closed, and then I have to stay at home. There is a red envelope for leaving a comment, chirping.

感谢在2020-01-2321:42:14~2020-01-2422:31:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Wudu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Butie and Yicheng; 1 bottle of Yeqingcen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!