paddle

Han Qingchen has been a little distressed recently.

He found that since he saw the neighbor's half-naked body that night, it seemed that a certain switch had been turned on.

When getting along, you can't help but want to touch the other person's body, when your hair is gently stroked, you will want to plunge into the other person's arms, and your heart will keep beating when you occasionally touch your arm or shoulder.

The most frightening thing was that he began to dream, and in the dream he kept lingering with that person, in various places in the big house that he often dreamed about, in front of the kitchen counter, and was entered from behind.On the carpet in the study room, the other party shook and sucked the nipples in a riding posture. On the big gray silk bed, the two of them held their fingers together. The man watched his eyes slowly enter, and the touch was so clear like a dream.

Han Qingchen wet his underwear and sheets countless times in the middle of the night and early in the morning, and secretly washed them in the bathroom.

On the weekend, they made an appointment to go camping in the nearby Mangrove Park. On the way of driving, they couldn’t help but sneak a look at his side face in the early morning, and saw his slender hands on the steering wheel. A picture suddenly flashed in their minds. These hands used to hold his armpits, and thumbed his...

"What's wrong? Your face is very red, are you uncomfortable?"

Embarrassed to find myself hard early in the morning, I had to adjust my body as a cover, and then opened the car window a bit to let the wind in.

"It's okay, it's a little hot."

The two found a leeward hillside, and Han Ziye asked Qingchen to sit beside him to drink water. He pitched the tent, hung up the lantern, and built a simple fire in front of the tent.

Sitting aside in the early morning, watching the other party set up a decent camp in an orderly manner, asked him:

"You seem to be very skilled, have you often camped with other people before?"

His temptation was not very clever, Han Ziye stared at him with a half-smile.

"I used to... when I was studying abroad, I always camped with my friends... and my friends' lovers."

Blushed in the morning.

Han Ziye lit a bonfire and cooked noodles with the ingredients he brought. The mountain breeze at night was very cool. Han Ziye took out a scarf from his bag and wrapped it around his head and neck in the morning. The two ate noodles around the fire.

"Speaking of which, I actually don't know much about you," Qingchen rolled up the noodles with chopsticks, "I don't know how old you are, when your birthday is, who else is in your family, and I didn't even ask what you do Pass."

Han Ziye was a little nervous, hesitated for a while and said, "Why don't you ask?"

In the early morning, I tilted my head and thought for a while, "I don't know, maybe I don't think it's important, and I forgot to ask."

He laughed self-deprecatingly: "Actually, you are more confused, because I can't even remember my past at all. If you ask me, I don't know. It's just what Daddy said."

The two of them finished eating noodles, and when they cleaned up, it was completely dark, and the only sounds in the quiet mountain were the rustling of the wind blowing the trees and the crackling of the bonfire.

The two sat side by side by the campfire, and said early in the morning: "I always feel this—the sound of Lin Xiao is very familiar, as if I could often hear it where I was before."

"Like this sound?" Ziye tightened the cuffs and trousers of Qingchen respectively.

"Yeah." Qingchen reached out and gently held the other person's hand. The slender hand froze for a moment, and immediately squeezed back tightly. Qingchen felt his nervousness, and she also felt shy.

"This kind of voice always gives me a feeling of sadness and happiness. I don't know why,"

He looked up and sighed "Wow".

The night sky is full of stars, and the pink-purple Milky Way is so low that you can reach it with your hands. The wind blows, and the stars keep twinkling, which is so vast that it is fascinating.

Ziye looked fascinatedly at Qingchen's side face, under the soft upturned eyelashes, it seemed that the sky full of stars poured into those beautiful eyes, and the slightly parted pink lips were as soft as some kind of flower petals.

In the early morning, feeling that she was being watched, she lowered her eyes and looked over slowly. The two stared at each other for a long time under the starlight.

Qingchen leaned over slowly, his lips parted at the touch of a touch, he watched the other party's beautiful phoenix eyes looking at him intently, reached out his hand to cover the gaze, and kissed the other party's lips.

Han Ziye's heart seemed to be filled with huge waves, and he held Qingchen's head with trembling hands, deepening the kiss.

He had waited too long and bitterly for this moment, so this kiss seemed extraordinarily sweet.

He carefully painted the petal-like lips with the tip of his tongue, and gently sucked the sweet and soft tip of his tongue in the morning. He didn't dare to be too eager, but the slow tenderness pleased the morning instead, making him moan inaudibly, and hugged it with his hands. Midnight's neck.

The tender and sweet kiss lasted for a long time, and it was not released until the morning when he was about to suffocate.

His eyes were bright, his lips were moist, and he gasped, "I've wanted to kiss you since a long time ago, and I always feel like kissing you very much."

Midnight was also very excited, his thick chest was heaving, he wrapped Morning tightly in his arms, with the same strength as if he wanted to embed him in his chest.

"Do you like me?" Buried in the other party's arms in the early morning, he asked sullenly.

The answering voice was not conducted in the air, but passed through the other party's flesh and blood, vibrating and transmitted into Qingchen's heart.

"I love you."

In the early morning, she couldn't help raising her face to ask for a kiss, and the two kissed together again breathless.

It was late at night, and the bonfire was burning until there was only a little red carbon left. The two of them huddled in the blanket and watched the stars. In the morning, they were wrapped tightly in their arms like a baby.

"Actually, I don't know why you all hide it from me, but the person who always appears in my dreams is you, right?"

Han Ziye hugged him and shook him, but did not speak.

"I just lost my memory, and I didn't become stupid. Daddy lied to me that I had never been in love, but the unforgettable feeling is still there, like...you know you have a treasure that you cherish, but you just can't remember where to put it." Same."

Han Ziye bowed his head and lovingly pecked his forehead hair, "Trust me, don't recall it now, we are all for your own good, please wait a little longer?"

Qingchen sighed contentedly: "I'm not in a hurry at all. I feel very happy when I'm with you, Daddy and Uncle Hong every day. When I just woke up, my life was good, but I always felt like I lost something. Same, I feel like my heart is missing a piece, and now I feel very complete.”

The two snuggled together for a while, Han Ziye stood up and cheered Qingchen, "The wind is cold, let's go to the tent."

The camping lamp was slightly shaken by the wind, and the light in the tent was also shaken. In the morning, he took off his coat, put the warm patch on and stuffed it into a sleeping bag. Han Ziye tucked him in the blanket and stroked his cheek Face: "Sleep, I will watch over you."

Qingchen smiled a little shyly: "I want to be in a sleeping bag with you, is that okay?"

Han Ziye hesitated for a moment, unable to resist the temptation, lowered his head and kissed his lips, "Okay."

Huddled in Han Ziye's arms in the early morning, the sleeping bags and blankets wrapped the two of them tightly, and their bodies were tightly pressed face to face. He couldn't help but sigh, "It's so warm..."

After a pause, he said softly: "Can I touch your body? I've always wanted to touch it." With one hand, he dexterously slipped under Han Ziye's close-fitting thermal clothing.

Han Ziye was in a bit of a panic. When cold fingers touched his waist in the early morning, his muscles bounced, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't be naughty."

In the early morning, he was stroking Han Ziye's abdominal muscles obsessively. He touched the thick chest muscles all the way up, and he couldn't help but raise his head to lick the sexy Adam's apple.

Han Ziye couldn't bear it anymore, he got up and grabbed the evil hand and pressed it to his side, and kissed it fiercely.

This kiss was different from the gentle one just now, it was so hot that it was hard to resist in the early morning, the rough tongue swept across the mouth like a gust of wind, tightly wrapped around his tongue and turned and stirred, the thrill of electric shock went all the way down, almost immediately in the morning hard.

Han Ziye sucked the side of his neck and the back of his ears, and Qingchen involuntarily arched his body with a slightly tingling pleasure.

The moment the hardened lower body was held by rough fingers, he let out a short exclamation in the morning, and was caught by the lips and tongue again, and the top was lifted. Han Ziye gently kissed the pink scar the size of an egg, and then licked it. Hold the nipple and nibble lightly.

"what--!"

Moaning with a crying voice in the early morning, as the head of the lower body was rubbed in circles by the thumb, the body was also bouncing.

Han Ziye was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he had to make a quick decision. He pulled up the clothes in the morning, lowered his head, and swallowed the pink penis in his hand.

"Ah! No...don't—!"

Covering your mouth with your hands in the early morning, but you can't cover the panting and moaning that leaked out, and being held in your mouth by the person you like, thinking of this at the same time, the psychological stimulation makes the pleasure reach the limit.His abdomen was tense, his upper body was arched, his head was thrown back, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

When he finally regained his sanity, his clothes had already been tidied up, and he was hugged into his arms again.

The panting continued, Han Ziye gently rubbed Qingchen's chest to help him calm his breathing.

There was something hard behind him against him, Qingchen's hand slid over like a small fish, and when he was about to touch it, he was caught by the wrist.

"Hey, don't make trouble. It's too cold here, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

The two lay facing the same direction, tightly nestled into Han Ziye's arms in the early morning, with their fingers intertwined.In the morning, I fell asleep with a slight sense of fatigue, without having a dream.

They returned home from a weekend of camping just as the sun was about to set.

When the two stood in front of Hong Tu and Han Yi holding hands, no one showed unexpected emotions.The two fathers seem to have known it for a long time.And Qingchen seemed to know that they already knew.

In the morning, I was going upstairs to take a bath, and after going up a step, I ran back, tiptoed and kissed Han Ziye on the lips and said, "I'll go find you tonight."

Han Yi went upstairs lightly to make sure that the door of the room was closed in the morning.

Come downstairs and nod to Hong Tu.

As soon as Han Ziye entered the door, he found that the expressions of the two were a little dignified, and he knew that there must be something, "Let's talk."

Han Yi said: "You are on the mountain, the pager has no signal, and Beigong can't contact you, so we found Hongtu..."

He looked upstairs worriedly, "Let me make a long story short,"

During the cleaning, Jin Mei turned to the data memory that Zhou Xiaoyu sent a year ago.At that time, Ziye asked her to throw it away. She thought about it, but didn't throw it away.now

After digging it out, no matter how I think about it, I feel that Zhou Xiaoyu's visit is not right.She gave this to the housekeeper, who asked Song Heng to show it to Peter.

"It contains all the surveillance video during her captivity in the early morning."

Han Ziye's hands trembled, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Where is the thing?"

Hong Tu's voice was low, and the words he spit out were as hard as a rock: "The thing is in my hands. But it's impossible for you two to see it."

Han Yi burst into tears: "Did he suffer a lot..."

Hong Tu didn't say a word. He was always not afraid of life and death. Even if someone pointed a gun at his head, his face wouldn't change.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, Xiaoye, the surveillance has recorded it, and they have set up a key. Entering this key under hypnosis can relieve the conditioned reflex."

Han Ziye almost jumped up: "What?!"

"I have already taken the video to the research institute, and experts are analyzing it. Now only you can decide whether to release it or not. You go back and think about it, how to choose."

Han Ziye stared at his wet face in the mirror.Wearing Yi Rong's fake skin for a long time made his forehead, cheeks and nose repeatedly reddened and peeled, leaving ugly marks.Having the vocal cords implanted in the voice changer for too long always caused the throat to become swollen and sore.

But these are really nothing compared to the happiness of getting along with each other every day and early morning.

Their past was too complicated and painful, and sometimes I really didn't want to remember it in the morning, so I let him be like this, completely erased and reborn, revealing the original pure, kind and soft character.

In the middle of the night, someone rang the doorbell, and Han Ziye opened the door. In the morning, with a shy expression, he lowered his eyes: "I waited for them to sleep and sneaked out,"

He raised his eyes and looked at Han Ziye: "Can I stay overnight with you?"

This kind of straightforward invitation made Han Ziye's heart flutter.He pulled people in and closed the door, bent down and lifted Qingchen's feet off the ground, and they kissed together.

In the early morning, he wrapped his arms around the other party's neck, and was carried up the steps step by step until he was placed on the big bed in the bedroom.

Panting, he looked at the affectionate eyes looking at him from above, and whispered, "I've taken a bath."

Han Ziye smiled and leaned to his right ear: "I've washed it too."

The clothes were stripped off bit by bit, and Ziye was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he turned on the heater in the room, and the warm air enveloped him, and the exposed skin was covered by gentle kisses.

"Take it off too, I want to touch you."

Han Ziye laughed. Before he was shot, it might have something to do with his bad experience at the beginning. In the early morning, he was very shy and passive in love affairs. After he was shot, he was a child by nature, seductive without knowing it.

Such a straightforward morning of facing desire made him feel very happy.It feels good to be wanted by someone you love.

He stripped himself off and reached out to Qingchen, "Where do you want to touch?"

Han Qingchen stared dumbfounded at the perfect male body in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.

He swallowed his saliva, got out of bed and pulled Han Ziye to stand under the small piece of moonlight through the tulle curtain.

Strong but not excessive muscles are tightly covered on the perfect skeleton, the inverted triangle upper body is full of strength and beauty, and the thick penis between the two strong long legs is erect, sticking to the perfect abdominal muscles.

In the early morning, he held down the other person's hand that wanted to touch his body, "Wait a minute." He swallowed uncontrollably.

"Don't move, your body is so beautiful, let me touch it."

His snow-white palm touched the dreaming body with a little sweat, and with his caress, Han Ziye's breathing became heavier, his penis bounced, and a little clear fluid secreted from the top.

In the early morning, he used both hands and mouth, touched and kissed, and occasionally took a light bite on those bulging muscles, and there were high and low gasps in his ears. He remembered the scene of being sucked that night, and looked up at Han Ziye's eyes. Crouch down and go.

The penis in front of him is thick and slender, with a perfect shape, standing upright. In the morning, he held it up with one hand, and held the pouch underneath with the other hand. The moment his mouth wanted to cover the plump tip, Han Ziye said in a hoarse voice, "Enough."

With a light lift of his hands, he pulled Qingchen up, wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her.

The naked bodies of the two were close together, caressing and biting each other in a disorderly manner, and they were put on the bed in the morning, holding Han Ziye's arm with his hand, and pulling him down with his feet around his waist, panting impatiently and said: "Come in, I want you to come in."

Ziye grabbed his white and tender ankle to prevent him from moving, panting and said: "You have to take your time, or you will get hurt."

He leaned over to get lubricant from the cabinet next to the bed, his body was elongated, he stroked his thin waist obsessively in the morning, bit his abdominal muscles and grinded between his teeth.

Han Ziye stopped still and let him bite, the enthusiasm in the morning was too challenging for self-control.

The lubricant was unopened, so Han Ziye turned on the copper lamp beside the bed to check the expiration date, and asked early in the morning, "What is this?" After a pause, he asked again, "When did you prepare this?"

Ziye unwrapped the package, turned Qingchen over and told him to lie down: "Don't think, don't remember, just feel me, talk about pain and happiness, huh?"

In the morning, he buried his face in the pillow and nodded, feeling the lubricated fingers slowly turning around the hole, he was a little nervous, a little shy, and moved.

Ziye stopped immediately: "Does it hurt? Still uncomfortable?"

Shaking his head early in the morning, trying to relax his body, "Have we done this before?"

Han Ziye's hands trembled, before.

While expanding his movements gently, he said, "I always hurt you before, but I won't anymore."

The dilation has been done for a long time, so long that in the morning he felt that he was about to ejaculate, and he couldn't help turning his head and said, "Okay, let me turn around, I want to look at you."

Ziye separated his legs and sent his genitals in little by little. In the morning, he bit his lower lip and gasped. The pain from the foreign object embedded in him made him a little softer. Han Ziye withdrew a little, and went in again. The friction produced a little pleasure, and Qingchen moaned softly. , when they finally went in, he stretched out his hands and said softly, "Hug."

Ziye leaned down and hugged him, and the lower part began to move gently.He is very familiar with Qingchen's body, even though his movements are light, every movement rubbed to death.

"what……"

In the early morning, the lower part became hard again, and he heard himself moaning with a bit of a crying tone. He felt very ashamed, but he couldn't control himself.Pleasure brushed over like waves, and he was pushed gently, slowly but non-stop for a while, and he couldn't help wrapping his arms around the other's neck, begging with his breath: "Hurry up."

Ziye put his body on his elbows and increased his speed. In the early morning, he screamed louder, his eyes were full of water vapor, and he stared at the other party with a blurred gaze. Han Ziye couldn't help but leaned down and kissed his mouth. Go in.

"Um...um..." The mouth was blocked, and the voice leaked from the nasal cavity.

In the quiet room, it was full of gasps of the two, and the sound of physical collisions. Han Ziye's thin waist seemed to be swaying endlessly. The pleasure accumulated layer upon layer. It was so strong that he lost his mind in the early morning. He frowned. , his eyes became slack, he grasped Han Ziye's hand tightly, and his body arched upwards. With the intense pleasure, the back acupoint couldn't help twisting up layer by layer. The second before he lost his breath, he couldn't help but say: " Brother, I love you so much."

Han Ziye is familiar with the reaction of orgasm in the morning, he will lose his sanity, stop breathing, his whole body is locked, and the lower part twitches and writhes as if there is no end. The ecstasy was shot out in the wringing.