[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Shi Kuang's shirt was in a mess, and the aftertaste of the emotion made his ears burn, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

Truman was uncomfortable being seduced by him, and tried his best to restrain himself.But Shi Kuang took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, staring at him with lustful eyes, and silently said, "I'm sorry."

Truman's voice was a little hoarse, "Why did you say sorry?"

Shi Kuang took the initiative to kiss him, his lips rubbed together, and his hands left a frequency jerky:

<I am not afraid of bleeding>

Truman's reason was almost exhausted, he tightly grasped his rebellious wrist, and restrained himself from kissing him back, coaxing with a hoarse but gentle voice, "Bleed first, or eat grilled fish first?"

Shi Kuang's body was slightly stiff, eyes blinking eagerly for grilled fish:

<fish>

Truman laughed dumbfounded.

Shi Kuang quickly hugged Trumen again, and added, "I'll do it after eating."

Truman buried his face in his neck and laughed softly.

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next to the beach.

When Truman went to get the baking utensils and tin foil from the helicopter, Shi Kuang had already lit the fire.

Beside the firelight, Truman skillfully began to remove the scales and viscera, and compulsively scraped off the membrane inside the fish's abdomen, and washed it with fresh water.Then cut flowers on both sides of the fish, spread the seasoning evenly and massage to taste.The belly of the fish is coated with onion, ginger, garlic, soaked pepper, stuffed with bacon and enoki mushroom, and smeared with oil.Line a baking sheet with foil and cover with potato slices, then place the fish on top of the potato slices and wrap completely in foil.

Shi Kuang sat quietly by the fire and stared at him intently. He was rarely able to light a fire in the wild, and would only eat raw fish if he caught it; It was gray and not tasty at all.However, Truman is different. The ingredients he handles are as exquisite as him.

Set up a grill over the fire and grill the foil-wrapped fish on a griddle.

When the heat was steaming and the fragrance overflowed, Shi Kuang's eyes were illuminated by the flames, and his face was still expressionless, but Truman saw that his lips were slightly parted, and he sniffed his nose secretly, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Truman cut open the hot tinfoil with a knife, and a more intense hot air came to his nostrils.

"Want to eat?" Truman asked him with a smile, while sprinkled white sesame and coriander on the fish, and drizzled some pepper oil.

Shi Kuang stared straight at Trumen, then shook his head, "You eat first."

Truman laughed out loud. He took the meat from the belly of the fish with chopsticks, tasted it himself, and took the bacon wrapped with enoki mushrooms from the belly of the fish, cooled it a bit, and brought it to his mouth.

Shi Kuang bit it lightly, and for a moment, all senses were occupied by the deliciousness, his eyes were bright, and he felt great satisfaction all over his body.

Every time he watched him eat, Truman felt happy in his heart. He felt that Shi Kuang was really easy to raise.

Soon, two people wiped out a meal of grilled fish.

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The autumn night is a bit cool, mixed with the smell of salty sea water.

The sea water can't see the color clearly in the night, and it seems to merge with the night, embracing the silence and the stars.The waves lapped lazily on the beach, as if humming a lullaby in a low voice, and soon, everything returned to silence without any noise.

The two barefooted, with their fingers interlocked, walked towards the beach.

Seeing the series of footprints in the morning, Shi Kuang suddenly let go of his hand and took a step back. His clever eyes were transparent and honest, and there was a kind of warm light hidden in the dark pupils.

The corners of Truman's mouth could not help but raise a warm arc upwards.He turned around and walked forward, beside the set of footprints, slowly walked out another set of footprints:

The step length is 61cm and 71cm.

Shi Kuang was behind him, with his head down, stepping on his footsteps step by step, listening to his love words:

< I don't like this world

but i like you;

I'm happy when I see you for the first time

When I first saw it, my heart was pounding;

I like that you are still and bright

want to hug you

As the night embraces the stars;

You and I, because we like each other, come together

You and I become one because of love>

……

In the silent silence, love flows.

The two strings of footprints on the beach testify to the vow of a couple who love each other and stay together forever.

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Truman was sitting next to the helicopter smoking, and Shi Kuang was beside him, sitting cross-legged and looking up at the sky.

Truman asked him, "What are you looking for?"

Shi Kuang looked at him, and it took him a long time to answer, "I'm looking for the brightest star."

"Sirius?"

With an apparent magnitude of -1.46, Sirius is the brightest star in the night sky.

Shi Kuang shook his head, pointed his finger on his right hand that was twisting a cigarette, and said:

-.-/.-/…/-..-/---../---../.----/-..-/---../--- ../...--/

Truman stood still, his heart beating faster, and he was teased by him again.

Shi Kuang said, "I can't see it now, but I'll have to wait until tomorrow night."

Truman had vaguely guessed the answer, but he still asked hoarsely, "Why tomorrow night?"

Shi Kuang answered frankly with his fingers:

<because now>

<There are two stars making.love>

His eyes were too focused, frank and passionate, Truman couldn't help kissing him, his lips and teeth intertwined, confused and fascinated.

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in the helicopter cockpit.

Under the ambiguous yellow light, Truman's body was restrained by the seat belt on the driver's seat, his clothes were casually opened, revealing his smooth and white skin, exquisite and perfect muscle lines, and eyes full of lust. Smiling softly, with a lazy and sexy expression... Shi Kuang blushed slightly and sat astride his lap, his clothes half-faded in a mess.

Truman smiled, his magnetic voice was a little hoarse, "What do you want to do?

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Passion. Desire blooms quietly.

The author has something to say:

Here is the real driving, because the helicopter has the newlywed lubrication prepared by the program group...

Deleted here is Truman gently coaxing Shi Xiaokuang to use lubrication to expand himself, and then sit down; love words-frequency-Morse code; Mr. Chu's helicopter teaching play-your brains must be better than mine, so the author does not Deleted without stress.