Luggage Syndrome

Liang Yicheng didn't realize that the atmosphere between the two had quietly developed from tense to flirtatious, and he shrank nervously on the sofa and dared not speak.

Fu Lang picked up Liang Yicheng's bowl without a word, and filled a bowl full of meat.

Liang Yicheng rubbed his knee against Fu Lang's leg gratefully, looked at the two of them hesitantly, and then carefully picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating meat.

Fu Lang looked at Yang Yu, who was fighting with Yu Qingming with two sword eyebrows, and was in a daze for a while.

Whether it was Yang Yu's confident and provocative smile, or his eyes that looked at the inevitable prey with great interest, he hadn't seen it for a long time.

That year, Yang Yuben had the opportunity to become a professional player.But after three months of bed rest, although he would insist on rehabilitation, he seemed to have completely lost his enthusiasm for free combat and never went to training again.

In this regard, Yang Yue's coach could only sigh regretfully.

Yang Yu is a good seed suitable for the ring. He has strong observation ability, quick response, and can bear hardships. Just looking at Yang Yu's momentum of gritting his teeth and recovering from the pain, it really doesn't look like he was slumped because of an injury.

But no matter how much he persuaded, Yang Yu repeated a sentence like a robot: "I don't want to fight anymore."

After all, the coach is a retired world-class champion, but now he seems to be begging a child to fight boxing, and he is a little angry in his heart, asking unceremoniously: "You say you don't want to fight now? I'm sorry for you now. Did you still have to stand up on stage that day when you were in so much pain? Why did you punch at that time?"

"Potato, you want to win."

Yang Yu stretched out his hand and slowly stroked his left chest. The new tender flesh had already filled the wound.

But there, it was clearly empty.

Yang Yu closed his eyes and said casually, "No reason."

It only took a short month for Yang Yu to turn from the darling of the school to a problem student who caused headaches for the teachers.

Although Yang Yu was still smiling, Fu Lang knew that Yang Yu had changed.

From a pure and enthusiastic young man to a cynical young man.

In the year when he lost his best friend, Fu Lang gained a goal that he was willing to fight for all his life.

And Yang Yu lost a burning heart.

After the meal, Fu Lang quickly packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen. Liang Yicheng patted his belly and hiccupped. Just as he was thinking of helping Fu Lang clean up the kitchen, Yu Qingming suddenly trembled all over, almost jumped up, and dragged him uncomfortably. Holding the two hems of his denim shirt, he said, "Ercheng, where is the bathroom? Let me borrow it, my clothes are a little oily."

Liang Yicheng pointed to the corridor without doubting him. Yu Qingming rushed to the corridor, but just as he took a step, he tripped over something and fell to his knees.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Seeing Yang Yuqing stretching out his hand sincerely, Yu Qingming gave him a gouged look.

If Yu Qingming hadn't seen who the leg that tripped him just now belonged to this acting skill, he would have believed it.

Yu Qingming bent down calmly, pretending to reach out to rub his sore knee, but reached under the table with lightning speed, and pinched Yang Yu's leg hard.

Yang Yu: "Aww!!!"

Yu Qingming got up quickly, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door.

Liang Yicheng: "?"

Yang Yu: "..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, I accidentally got burned, I'll go to the bathroom too."

Liang Yicheng: "??"

Liang Yicheng looked at the hot pot oil that was so cold that it had solidified, and then at the empty paper cup in Yang Yu's hand, with a confused look on his face.

Yang Yu walked quickly to the corridor, but the locked bathroom door did not stop him. He took out the key as if nothing had happened, opened the door, quickly entered, and then slowly closed the door.

Liang Yicheng: "???"

When Yang Yu came in, Yu Qingming was washing his face with the tap running wide open, and the people behind him also deliberately kept quiet, so he didn't notice it at all.

It wasn't until a hand suddenly pinched his crotch that he realized, "Wow—uh!"

Yang Yu hugged him from behind, pressed his upper body firmly with one hand, and covered his mouth.

When Yang Yu came in, Yu Qingming was washing his face with the tap running wide open, and the people behind him also deliberately kept quiet, so he didn't notice it at all.

It wasn't until a hand suddenly pinched his crotch that he realized, "Wow—uh!"

Yang Yu hugged him from behind, pressed his upper body firmly with one hand, and covered his mouth.

The hand at the crotch unzipped his trouser chain, reached in unceremoniously, and touched the erect organ.

"Um!!!!!"

Yu Qingming struggled desperately, Yang Yu hugged him tightly, and his arms skillfully restrained his force-generating parts, making half of his body sore and numb.

After touching it a few times, Yang Yue took out the erect organ from his slightly wet underwear, held it in his hand and played with it.

"Yo, I haven't ejaculated yet. Didn't I just want to ejaculate? Oh, I thought you were hiding and masturbating. You can bear it after being hard for so long."

"Uuuuuuuuuuu!!"

Yang Yu caught a glimpse of Yu Qingming's red ears, and couldn't help lowering his head to lick them. The genitals in his hands swelled again, and then he lowered his voice satisfactorily and mocked: "However, you are so coquettish, can you get out without using the back?" Come?"

Yu Qingming was so angry that he raised his foot and stepped on Yang Yu's foot hard, and the top of his head suddenly hit his chin hard.

Taking advantage of Yang Yu's pain and loose confinement, Yu Qingming raised an elbow and hit him in the abdomen.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yue reacted very quickly and blocked it lightly, but suddenly pressed Yu Qingming against the mirror of the sink, and twisted his waving hands behind his back.

Now Yu Qingming couldn't move at all.

"Hey, isn't this the legendary three consecutive women's self-defense skills? It's amazing."

"There's something wrong with you! Hmm! Let go—"

"Scream louder? Guess if Little Chengzi will come to rescue you?"

Yu Qingming didn't dare to cry immediately, his forehead was helplessly pressed against the cold mirror, and a thrill of trembling pleasure came from his clenched lower body, his whole body tensed up and he panted heavily.

He's about to cum.

But as soon as his genitals trembled, Yang Yu noticed it, and squeezed the root of the light red organ tightly,

"You--! Let go--"

Yu Qingming writhed and struggled in pain, but Yang Yu's hands didn't move.The more Yu Qingming moved, the tighter Yang Yue's grip became.

When Yang Yu let go, Yu Qingming's clean and beautiful genitals had turned dark red, standing upright in front of him.

The semen had already filled the urethra, but the orgasm was cut off alive. Yu Qingming's lower body was as hot as if it was on fire. The desire for nowhere to release burned him to the point of collapse, so Yang Yu just stopped touching him.

"You... bastard..."

Yu Qingming's long and narrow phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of the raised eyes were slightly red.

While bullying Yu Qingming viciously, Yang Yu looked at his expression playfully through the mirror.

Suddenly, Yang Yu saw Yu Qingming open his eyes slightly because of the unbearable torture, and at the same time, a tear slowly slid out, sliding down that handsome side face.

There was an unspeakable feeling in Yang Yu's heart.

He let go of Yu Qingming's hands, and turned to hug the trembling man comfortingly, stretched out one hand, gently grasped the horribly hot genitals, and slowly manipulated it a few times.The organ that was already on the verge of eruption did not move, only Yu Qingming whimpered in pain.

Yang Yu lowered his head, lightly bit the back of Yu Qingming's neck, and licked it tenderly.

For some reason, he still remembered that this was Yu Qingming's sensitive zone.

Sure enough, Yu Qingming's whole body went limp immediately, and he let out a low moan.

Yang Yu firmly hugged the limp man in his arms, the genitals in his hands trembled violently, thick semen slowly flowed out, stained the light-colored denim shirt, and then slowly fell back into his hands .