[Sentry guide] The guide of someone else's house

That night, Li Jingfeng slept very restlessly.

Probably due to the remaining properties of the medicine, his body temperature was still high, and he kept rubbing against the bed sheet uncomfortably.Then he seemed to feel the comfortable and cold temperature of Liang Yan's body, and he turned around and hugged Liang Yan for a while, moaning like a big dog.

Liang Yan could only pat him on the back comfortingly, and kissed his forehead repeatedly, feeling distressed and helpless in his heart.

In such a daze, I finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, Liang Yan was woken up by harassment.

What is the pressure on yourself?

Very heavy!

What else keeps licking its own face?

Hate!

Liang Yan slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him.

"You're awake, do you feel better?..." Liang Yan asked vaguely.

"Well, it's much better, I've made you tired..." Li Jingfeng patted Liang Yan's head with a gentle tone.

"It's okay, let me sleep for a while..." Liang Yan turned over, ready to catch up on sleep.

Li Jingfeng held him down, and while he was still dazed, he quickly stuck out his tongue to pry open his lips and teeth, and captured the city in Liang Yan's mouth.

Liang Yan was so choked up that he couldn't breathe, he moaned and moaned, body fluid slipped from the corners of his closed mouth, the lewd scene made Li Jingfeng's body tighten.

Li Jingfeng felt that he was about to be unbearably hot, as if the residual effects of the medicine were causing trouble, his forehead and back were covered with fine sweat, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest.

He was finally no longer satisfied with the space of lips and tongue, and withdrew.

Liang Yan was able to breathe heavily, and stared at Li Jingfeng with dissatisfied eyes, the corners of which were full of spring.

Li Jingfeng's eyes were reddened by this scene, and he bit the loose belt of Liang Yan's pajamas with his teeth.

He moved down with his fingertips, and began to peel off Liang Yan's loose top and Liang Yan's pajama pants.

Li Jingfeng was deeply attracted by this scene, he licked the corner of Liang Yan's mouth obsessively.

"Xiao Yan Ying...do you want Xiao Yan..."

"Give it to me, Xiaoyan...give it all to me...I love you..." Li Jingfeng murmured, seductively, caressing, biting, never stopping.

"Only you... All I want has always been you..."

Seeing that Liang Yan closed his eyes resignedly, without any resistance, a successful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

He pressed forward, not giving Liang Yan the slightest chance to resist.

His kiss went from top to bottom, across Liang Yan's throat, lingering on his chest, and then all the way down.

"what--"

Liang Yan shuddered, reflexively wanting to back away.

But Li Jingfeng, who has been planning for a long time and has been waiting for a long time, can't allow him to back down at this moment! !

He clasped Liang Yan's waist tightly with one hand, took a deep look at Liang Yan, met that dodging gaze, and chuckled lightly, then bent down to gently embrace Liang Yan, sucking gently, hesitating with.

"Um…"

Liang Yan trembled, and his breathing began to intensify.

He made an unknown sound in his nasal cavity, and groped with both hands to grasp the bed sheet under him tightly.

Li Jingfeng massaged the protruding meridians patiently, and then began to speed up.

When his lips and tongue scraped somewhere, Liang Yan finally couldn't help tensing his thighs.

Li Jingfeng's huffing and spitting became faster and faster, and his tongue was not idle, circling around there.

Liang Yan firmly grasped the bed sheet under him.

Watching Li Jingfeng's slender fingers casually wipe the corners of his mouth, Liang Yan only felt his face was hot, he raised his arms embarrassingly to cover his face.

Taking advantage of Liang Yanhuang's skill, Li Jingfeng opened the drawer to find a bottle of reagent, and poured it into his palm.

The cold and weird feeling made Liang Yan frowned.

"Does it hurt?" Li Jingfeng moved his other hand away from Liang Yan's arm covering his face, and said softly, "It's me, don't be shy, look at me."

Liang Yan could only look at Li Jingfeng at a loss, his face flushed.

Li Jingfeng laughed happily.

Liang Yan glared at him in embarrassment, Li Jingfeng couldn't help but kiss the corner of that charming eye.

Li Jingfeng went on for nearly a quarter of an hour, Liang Yan only felt that Li Jingfeng was frighteningly gentle and patient at this time.

He has completely adapted to the strange feeling of foreign objects intruding under his body. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He gently pushed Li Jingfeng, and said in a hoarse voice: "...that's fine..."

Li Jingfeng was going crazy with the patience. Hearing this, he hastily pulled out his fingers and lifted Liang Yan's leg.

"Xiao Yan, relax, it will be fine soon... If it hurts, tell brother..." Li Jingfeng didn't dare to go in all at once, for fear that Xiao Yan would cry out in pain, so he endured it until the corners of his eyes turned red.

Liang Yan held his breath, tried to relax himself, stretched out his arms to him, and said, "Come on..."

Li Jingfeng moved forward fiercely, lying on Liang Yan's body, let out a contented sigh, and couldn't restrain his excitement.

He hugged Liang Yan tightly, feeling their intimacy, feeling the closest distance between the two of them in their lives, feeling that his little Yan finally belonged to him completely.

He suppressed his instinctive impulse, and seeing that Liang Yan seemed to have adapted, he stood up and began to move slowly.

His little Yan was under him, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, so charming—this was really the best gift God gave him.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan." He stared at the bright red lips kissed by himself, with deep eyes, and finally attached them again to block them.

"Xiaoyan..." Li Jingfeng spoke in simple terms.

He murmured repeatedly, as if under some kind of spell, and the word "Xiaoyan" was his antidote.

"Look at me, call me!" Li Jingfeng stroked Liang Yan's face, eagerly seeking his response, with a wounded and aggrieved look on his handsome and resolute face.

Liang Yan only felt a heat in his heart, hugged Li Jingfeng's back tightly, hooked his waist, and called in his ear: "Brother Jingfeng...ah!..."

Liang Yan's voice suddenly rose, and Li Jingfeng immediately understood it, and accelerated his attack towards that point.

He couldn't stand Liang Yan's attitude of complete trust and dependence at all, so he grabbed Liang Yan's waist tightly.

At this moment, he wished that he could be locked up with iron chains for the rest of his life, so that his body could only remember himself, only himself!

Li Jingfeng's ears rang from his violent thoughts.

His in-and-out rhythm was so fast that Liang Yan couldn't bear it, and Liang Yan was knocked dizzy, feeling that his soul had gone out of his body.

Liang Yan heard his own voice shouting, far and near, and he couldn't even look at the content.

"Jingfeng..."

"what!"

Liang Yan lost his focus, and his mind went blank.

He vaguely heard Li Jingfeng calling his name uncontrollably, the voice seemed far away.

"Remember you are mine! You are mine!"

"Xiao Yan!!"

The man lay on top of him exhausted, his head was stuffed in his shoulder, his chest heaved, and the whole world was so still that only his heartbeat and panting remained.

"Yan'er..." He heard a soft voice calling beside his ear, which contained two lifetimes of years of infatuated love and hopeless waiting, begging but unable to say goodbye to life and death.

— got you.

- never let go again.

Liang Yan lay powerlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and suddenly felt some warm liquid hit his temples and ears.

Liang Yan slowly grinned, his heart was as gentle as water.

He turned his head sideways, gently licked away the tears from the corners of Li Jingfeng's eyes, then kissed his forehead, the center of his eyebrows, all the way to his chin, full of pity.

"Jingfeng, I'm right here."

Li Jingfeng clasped his arms tightly, let him kiss with his eyes closed, and remained silent.

--not enough!Far from enough!

--hold on.

…………

When both of them calmed down, Li Jingfeng withdrew, found a warm wet towel to clean up the two of them, and then turned over and lay down next to Liang Yan, holding him in his arms.

Liang Yan spontaneously nestled in Li Jingfeng's arms, curled up into a ball, and soon fell asleep.

"Brother Jingfeng..." Liang Yan whispered unconsciously after falling asleep.

Li Jingfeng felt that his heart had turned into a pool of water, and his heart was throbbing endlessly. He tightly hugged Liang Yan's arms, and looked down at his sleeping face quietly with his head down.

"My little Yan..." He sighed softly in his heart.

He finally tied Xiaoyan by his side as he wished, using various methods and methods.

But at this moment, apart from being satisfied, he actually felt a little dazed.

Does Xiaoyan really have affection, love, and desire for him like he does for him?

Or, is it just a compromise with one's own guilt and fate?

Not reconciled.

How could you be willing.

He has spent so much effort to cultivate a small tree, even if he just shows it to others, he is not willing to part with it.

The root was dug and buried deep by myself, and the leaves were wiped gently every day, watered with a measuring cup every night, and the insects were repelled every month.

So attentive.

What should I do, how can I let Xiao Yan belong to me forever and completely.

From then on, I no longer have to worry, feel uneasy, or feel pain.

He thought of the summer night many years ago, at that time, as long as he could look at Xiao Yan from a distance, he felt very satisfied.

When did it start, the void in my heart began to be filled more and more.

Probably from the moment Xiaoyan walked into the happy wedding hall with others.

That time, he was not there because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it and that he would lose control.He sat on a chair in the study room, staring at his watch, counting down the last time that Xiaoyan had for himself.

The second hand, which was obviously moving silently, seemed to be echoing throughout the room at this moment.

The feeling of painful loss was so clear that he didn't dare to let go when he was reborn.

I want to hurry up so much.

Too afraid to experience the pain of losing a loved one like that again.

He caressed the black patch under Xiaoyan's eyes that was black due to fatigue, his thoughts were boundless, and his hatred for Qiao Qi and others was even greater in his heart.

The author has something to say:

I want to be quiet...

A lot of the previous ones were deleted, and some of Li Xiaogong's psychological activities were added later.

I wish the babies a happy Saturday~