Undercover Penguin Gang

Shawart raised his eyebrows when he saw Han Zhen come back, curious about what he wanted to do.

Han Zhen walked to the bed, without saying a word, and suddenly squatted down.

(Please use your imagination o(*￣︶￣*)o)

Shawart finally understood the meaning of what Han Zhen said before. This kind of thing can be done not only with hands, but also with mouth.

He closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and subconsciously supported Han Zhen's shoulders, guiding him to follow his own rhythm.

It's so comfortable...

However, although Shavert was comfortable, Professor Han was not so lucky.The reason why he squatted down was purely a whim, and when he actually practiced it, he found that the reality and imagination were completely different.

First of all, his mouth is not big, and Schwart's... is obviously not small, even if he stretches his mouth to the maximum, it cannot be completely contained.

This feeling of being half happy and half unhappy is very torturous, so even if Shawart didn't mean it, he still subconsciously pushed Han Zhen deep into his throat.

Han Zhen...Han Zhen was pushed so hard that tears almost flowed out.

Secondly, all of Professor Han’s knowledge about this relief method comes from the little yellow books and little yellow manga confiscated from the students. He has rich theoretical knowledge but no practical experience. He feels as if he has mastered everything that should be mastered. But it was only when he was on the stage that he realized that "what is done on paper is always superficial, and I never know that this matter has to be practiced".

So his movements are very rusty, and in his own words, "definitely not uncomfortable at all", but for Schwart, a guy who has experienced everything for the first time, he can still fool people.

When Schwart finally over, Han Zhen's cheeks were so stiff that he could barely speak.He wiped his mouth, panted heavily, and asked Schwart, "Are you still angry?"

Shawart's panting was also very short. Hearing this, he looked at him and didn't speak, but hooked his chin and kissed him lightly at the corner of his mouth.

That's not to be angry.

Han Zhen raised a V sign of victory in his heart.

He smiled at Shawart, put on his glasses, adjusted his clothes, and took a look in front of the mirror to make sure that he looked normal except for the red eyes and corners of his mouth, so he opened the door.

"Then I'll go."

Han Zhen felt that he was fine, but he still underestimated Qi Jia's gossip ability.

"Yo, what's the matter?" Qi Jia was leaning lazily by the door with his arms folded, wearing a flannel nightgown, and looked Han Zhen up and down with great interest, and finally his eyes stopped on his flushed face. The corner of her mouth said, "Have you been kissed hard?"

Han Zhen: "..."

Should he be thankful that Qi Jia didn't see through the truth?

In fact, Qi Jia really thought about it, but he subconsciously saw that Han Zhen, a refined scholar, did not look like someone who knew so much, so he ruled out that possibility.

So he successfully missed the truth.

Han Zhen touched the corner of his mouth awkwardly and said, "Have you rested yet?"

Qi Jia just yawned, and said with tears in the corners of his eyes: "I'm going to bed, I have to go to Roland Island to find King Penguin tomorrow morning, I have to go to bed early today."

As he said that, he rolled his eyes and asked, "What about you? Why don't you hug your man to sleep at night and come to me?"

"I……"

Han Zhen hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything. He had a good plan when he came, but he felt embarrassed when he came in front of Qi Jia.As for Qi Jia's character who is afraid of chaos in the world, if he tells the truth, he will probably be laughed at for a year!

But it’s okay to tell the truth, Schwart is still waiting in the room, and Han Zhen doesn’t think it’s a wise choice to release Schwart’s pigeons.

So he pursed his lips and made up his mind to ask, "Can you lend me... what?"

"What?"

"That's the one... you and Dracula also use it? What did you use at that time..." Han Zhen stretched out his hand and compared the shape of the box.

Qi Jia raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly: "Huh? I used it with Dracula too? When was that time? What the hell? Why can't I understand. How about I ask Dracula? Degu-"

Qi Jia was about to turn around and call Dracula when he said that, but Han Zhen quickly pulled him back.

Just kidding, it is enough to lose face to Qi Jia, if it is thrown to Dracula, then Professor Han can really find a hole in the ground and get in!

Qi Jia was not annoyed at being stopped by Han Zhen, and leaned on the door to look at Han Zhen, as if I would not understand unless you explained clearly, which made Han Zhen very tired.

Hey, hurry up and leave, if Qi Jia loves to laugh, go laugh!

So he simply smashed the jar and said, "Lubricant! Do you have any lubricant! If you have one, give me a bottle!"

Qi Jia gave a meaningful "Oh—" and said with a smile: "You want lubricant, why, I finally couldn't help it today?"

Han Zhen didn't bother to talk to him, and said angrily, "Do you have any?"

Qi Jia laughed even more, and said, "Yes, yes, of course, there are all kinds of flavors, strawberry, mint, orange, milk... Which one do you want?"

Han Zhen: "..."

Qi Jia saw that he had a straight face, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He knew that this was the end of the teasing, and the professor would be furious if he continued to tease him, so he turned around and went into the room, took a few bottles of small things of different colors from the bedside table, and handed them to Han. Zhen put it in his hand and said: "Here, take it, I don't know what flavor you like, so I took some... Hey, what are you doing so fast, I won't eat you, you go back slowly Try it slowly, come and ask me when you find something you like~"

Han Zhen took the things, said "thank you" quickly, and ran back, as if some scourge was chasing him.

"Tsk tsk, running so fast, am I that scary?"

Qi Jia said something disgusting, shook his head and closed the door, but before turning around, he was hugged by Dracula behind him.

"Give him so much, what do we use?" Dracula asked in a low voice in not-so-idiomatic Chinese.

Qi Jia hooked Dracula's neck with his backhand, raised his head and kissed him on the chin, and said, "There are so many more, what are you afraid of?"

"Really?" Dracula laughed lowly, picked up Qi Jia, walked quickly to the bed, and said, "Even Han Zhen is enlightened, we can't lose to them."

Qi Jia was kind, let Dracula push himself down on the bed, pulled off his nightgown, and actively hooked Dracula's strong waist with his two long legs. Sure enough, he saw the Yankee's eyes were about to squirt. Here comes the spark.

Qi Jia couldn't help laughing secretly, this guy really fell down as soon as he teased him.

……

Not knowing that he had inspired Dracula's competitive spirit, when Han Zhen ran back to the room, Shawart was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, with the quilt covering his waist, and his blue hair spread out on the sheet, looking very pretty .

"Shawart, I'm back." Han Zhen smiled, closed the door, and sat next to Xiawote.

Shawart naturally stretched out his hand to embrace him, touched his cold hand, Shawart wrapped his hands and said, "Is it cold?"

Han Zhen shook his head and said, "It's okay."

He put the vials from Qijia in front of Shawart, and said, "This is it, with this, we can... um, let's go on."

He pushed his glasses subconsciously, his eyes flickered, and his face was a little red.

Compared to Shawart, he was much more at ease. He lifted the quilt and sat up, and began to untie Han Zhen's clothes without haste.

"I've been waiting a long time."

Schwart said.

"Pick me up like that and run away, Han Zhen, you are very unkind."

Han Zhen's clothes were almost stripped, Shawart gently hooked Han Zhen's chest with his little finger, and saw Han Zhen's body stiffen with satisfaction.

"I've been thinking about how to punish you when you come back." Schwart pushed Han Zhen down on the bed, rolled over on top of him, and a long light blue hair fell on Han Zhen's chest.

"How should I punish you?" Shawart leaned down, put his lips next to Han Zhen's ear and said vaguely, "Or... I will punish you not to sleep tonight."

What he said was serious, but Han Zhen didn't take it seriously.

Although I have read the description of crackling all night in the little yellow book before, Han Zhen never believes that there is really someone who can do this kind of thing and stay awake all night.

Well, no matter how you look at it, Shawart is exaggerating.

However, Professor Han soon found out that he was wrong, because Shawart did what he said, and he really didn't sleep for a second that night!

Although it is true that he has not been exercising all the time, but when he was resting, Shawart kept pulling him to prevent him from sleeping, whispering all kinds of love words in his ear to tease him, and then decisively when he was so hot that he couldn't stand it Start a new campaign...

After this night, Han Zhen... Han Zhen already wanted to become a monk.

"Han Zhen, what's wrong with your neck? Why are there little red spots?" George didn't seem to have had enough sleep. After waking up in minutes, he asked with wide-eyed surprise.

Han Zhen paused as he poured water, and immediately pulled the scarf hanging by the side and wrapped it around his neck three times. There was no silver 300 taels here and he said, "Red dots? Where are the red dots? There are no red dots, George. I read it wrong."

George didn't believe it, so he stubbornly pointed at Han Zhen's neck with his wings and said, "Yes, I saw it, it's there, take off the scarf and I'll show you."

As he spoke, he was going to pull Han Zhen's scarf. Han Zhen hurriedly stopped him and said, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, a mosquito bit me last night. Well, it's a big mosquito. Bite!"

This reason is so lame that even he himself doesn't believe it...

Sure enough, George said with an expression of "you are kidding me", "But I remember that mosquitoes are blood-sucking creatures that live in temperate and tropical regions. Are there mosquitoes in Antarctica too? Impossible, animals in Antarctica have them." With thick fur and a waterproof layer, the mosquito can't survive without blood to suck."

Han Zhen was speechless: "..."

Sure enough, lying to a knowledgeable person is not easy...