Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

When Ji Luo's arm was hooked around the man's neck, he obviously felt that his body was extremely hot and exploded like fireworks.

Blood spurted out, and every tiny pore was clamoring for him to fill up his desire. Taking advantage of Jian Ling's pupil contraction and the moment of unbelievable stiffness when he was hugged, Ji Luo simply tore off his Button-breasted shirt.

Several buttons were broken and the neckline was wide open.

The delicate and smooth collarbone was exposed in the bathroom, and soon the neck was filled with water, which flowed down against the delicate skin of the chest.

The white shirt was soaked, and the sheets adhered to the skin.

When Jian Ling finally regained his senses and saw him clearly, he saw the beautiful kid was drenched all over, with a vague skin color on his top, and trousers hanging crookedly between his crotch, looking completely drunk and wet, his temptation index was max Delicious appearance!

The man hissed and sucked in a breath of cold air, and his dirty thoughts suddenly became even more muddy.

Fortunately, he was thrown onto the cool wall of the bathroom by Ji Luo, and the coolness on his back just washed away his various impulses.

"—what are you doing? Let go."

Jian Ling spread her five fingers, grabbed Ji Luo's shoulder with her big hand, and pushed him away.

Ji Luo pushed back regardless, his left shoulder was pushed away vigorously by the man, and he immediately flexibly turned his body sideways, and crawled back from the right side to hug Jian Ling's waist again.

The man with a cold face was hugged face to face. For a moment, the two of them were close to each other, and they could feel each other's heat.

"...I'm here to find you." Ji Luo said vaguely, "Brother hug..."

Jian Ling's Adam's apple twitched, and he began to break his hand, "Get out. Don't come to me and get drunk."

"I, if I don't come to you, where will I go?"

Wherever Jian Ling pushed, Ji Luo grabbed his wrist with his backhand and grabbed it back.

Pushing and shoving, both of them drank again, back and forth, each other's strength is not strong, in Ji Luo's habitual groping, the numb feeling constantly stimulated Jian Ling's brain nerves, making him His body felt unspeakable pleasure.

He can only rely on the little bit of coldness behind him to control himself, not to lose all his sanity.

"Where love goes, let me go."

"I don't want it." Ji Luo bit his lower lip.

Every time he caught a man, he patted him aside.

Ji Luo was extremely wronged, but luckily he could feel that the man was still 'full of energy', and he didn't lose his sense of it just because he was torturing him, and even became more..., so Ji Luo felt more at ease, and indulged himself even more in the wine. In a cowardly state.

Ji Luo spread out five fingers, inserted | into Jian Ling's big hand and clasped it.

"Let go, Ji Luo."

"I won't let go." The two of them crossed their fingers, and Ji Luo buried his head on Jian Ling's shoulder, inhaling the smell of his body deeply, "Brother, don't call me that."

"If I don't call you that, what should I call you?" Jian Ling frowned, and pushed Ji Luo's wrist away with more effort, "Or should I call you Master Ji?"

"Woo... Brother, I will call you what you used to call me now!" Ji Luo was a little anxious, and his voice raised a little, mixing with the sound of water echoing in the bathroom, "You call me Luo Luo, don't do that, I I can't bear it, I don't want to hear... Brother, hold—"

"Do not."

The man was impatient with him, and the little fight obviously couldn't control the drunk Ji Luo, "What can't you stand and don't want to hear? Don't you keep calling me like that?"

"What?" Ji Luo was startled, "You mean... Ji, Ji Ling?"

Jian Ling didn't answer, but with a strong force, he pushed Ji Luo aside and sat on the stone seat in the shower.

Ji Luo felt dizzy and buzzing in his brain.

He clutched his temples and choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

Jian Ling didn't look at him, turned off the splashing water and walked out, immediately picked up the white towel and wiped himself clean, "Don't call me that name."

Ji Luo was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he was dreaming after drinking too much.

Don't call you that name?

After thinking for a while, I saw the figure of the man putting on clothes indiscriminately before realizing it, and asked him: "...why?"

Jian Ling replied to him with Ji Luo's own words, saying, "I don't want to hear it."

"..." The young man leaned on the wall and stood up unsteadily, his trousers fell to the ground long ago, leaving only a wet white shirt with his chest half exposed, "You——this is not the same thing! "

"Is there any difference?" Jian Ling quickly put on her clothes and strode out.

Drunk people react very slowly, especially those who drink a lot like Ji Luo. He staggered after the figure disappeared for two seconds, "It's different! I—"

After saying a few words, Ji Luo thought of something, and stopped in a daze.

That's right, I've always called him Ji Ling by his first and last name.

Why didn't I react at that time, what would my brother think when I called him that?

He ran a few steps quickly, and hugged the man's strong waist from behind, "I will obediently call your brother from now on, please don't go..."

Jian Ling frowned with his back to Ji Luo, and the alcohol made him talk more, "You think too much, I didn't mean that. You don't need to call me brother, and you don't need to call me Ji Ling. After all, I It has nothing to do with you, let alone Ji—”

Ji Luo's heart twitched, and he interrupted him, "Don't say that! Brother, don't be angry with me on purpose, okay, why don't you have nothing to do with me, I will really be good, I, am I here to find you? ..."

After all, Ji Luo ran out of words, and rubbed his small face on Jian Ling's back indiscriminately, calling his brother loudly.

But Jian Ling didn't show mercy at all, he just tried his best to suppress the lust in his body, and said in a cold voice, "It's absolutely unnecessary. Let me go."

After finishing speaking, Jian Ling took advantage of Ji Luo's uncomfortable time and broke his thin arms away.

"Brother, how can you do this? Do you think you miss me? I, I miss you too. I will take the initiative. Look at me, I have come, but you are like this..."

Ji Luo's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a vague light in them, mixed with lust|desire. He looked at him wrongedly, and wanted to pounce on him to hook his neck again, but the man controlled his body from a strange angle. Also unable to move.

"What kind?" Jian Ling firmly held Ji Luo's wrist, and looked down at him, "You're just drunk, don't you do this every time? After you drink too much, you come and pester me to do it. I don’t remember anything. You said you took the initiative? Is it because of alcohol? Forget it, I don’t have time to play with you.”

"I'm not!"

Ji Luo began to struggle again.

But Jian Ling just sneered, threw Ji Luo onto the bed with force with his long arms, then endured all kinds of heat in his body, and strode out of the room.

……

The thin young master was thrown into the soft mattress.

The world was spinning, and he was dizzy in an instant.

He gritted his teeth and tried to prop himself up and went to find Jian Ling, but he couldn't get up no matter what.

His five fingers grabbed the bedsheets and made a few marks. He kicked his clean and straight legs back and forth a few times. Except for the wrinkled and piled up shirt on his chest, revealing his white and tender buttocks, nothing else happened. made.

……

But when Ji Luo was confused, the tip of his nose touched the suit jacket that Jian Ling had thrown on the bed before.

Curly eyelashes flickered slightly, Ji Luo grabbed the clothes into his arms and hugged them tightly.

Finally, his breath smelled of him.

In this way, you can also pretend that you are really holding him.

Ji Luo never knew that Jian Ling's smell was as addictive as a drug to him now.

As long as you smell it, you will be at ease, you can soothe the sadness in your heart, and stimulate the most primitive desire produced by the physical contact between the two just now.

He closed his eyes, put his arm around his clothes and held himself with the other.

……

But no matter what, there was no way to relieve all kinds of thoughts about that man.

Seems like yes.

want him.

Want him to fill up...

So... Ji Luo gritted his teeth, pointing his fingers backwards...

"... Woo, brother."

……

On the other hand, after Jian Ling walked out of the room, he stood quietly against the wall outside the door for a long time.

His strong and full chest heaved and fell, and even the buttons of his clothes were crooked a few times in the chaos.

The big hands were clasped into fists, and they hit the air a few times as if venting, wanting to make the desire|fire go away quickly, but the young body is not so easy to relieve itself, he took several deep breaths, but he failed to get his wish.

In the end, Jian Ling could only sigh, touched his pocket to get his phone, and asked his assistant to open another room for him.

……

It's just that the phone is not in the pocket at all.

He only touched the only object on his body.

room card.

...Did you leave your phone in the room?

The man's stern brows furrowed again.

He looked at the room card and the door lock and thought for a while, and felt that with Ji Luo's virtue after drinking too much, he should have fallen asleep in such a short while, so if he went in to get a mobile phone, he should not be pestered by him again.

……

With a beep, the door lock turned.

The door was pushed open again, and he walked in with his slender legs.