Give you youth to bury my love

There was a rapid and loud sound in the confined space, the temperature continued to rise, and the air was extremely ambiguous. The heavy breathing echoed non-stop, like a person on the verge of death doing the final struggle.

Lu Heng grasped the bed sheet tightly, his eyes were shaken by the impact, tears came out of the corners of his eyes, Ji Han was pressing on him like a mountain, the male dog whipped tirelessly, he was knocked forward, and his head hit the bed The head was picked up by the strong arms again.

A certain place was pushed, and he cursed out of joy: "Ji Xiaosan, I'll fuck you!"

After cursing, there was a low growl from behind, the man hugged him tightly, his ribs almost wedged into his back, the scalding seemed to spray into his stomach, he lost all strength and could only be panted by someone.

After an unknown amount of time, the lingering rhyme receded, and the wet sweat on his body became cold and sticky, making people irritated. Ji Han turned over and evacuated, raised his foot and kicked his ass: "Get out!"

The voice was hoarse, with the desire and sex appeal that had not yet faded away, piercing through the eardrums and making Lu Heng's heart tremble.

He didn't make a sound, pulled the paper towel on the bedside and wiped the sticky bottom of his legs casually, then put on his pants silently, doing too much, his hands were trembling, his shirt button was unbuttoned for a long time, Ji Han kicked him again He kicked, his eyes were cold: "Why are you not making trouble today?"

Lu Heng and Ji Han have known each other since they were young, and they have developed a bed relationship for almost ten years. They are even familiar with each other's chrysanthemum folds.

Lu Heng is not a sensible bed partner, every time he finds that Ji Han smells of perfume or hickeys, he will have a big fight with him, the worst time, Lu Heng cut his wrist in front of Ji Han, Now my left hand is shivering with pain in winter.

Hearing Ji Han's words, Lu Heng's hands paused, his face was calm, and he didn't react too much. After tucking his shirt into the black suit pants, he reached out and took the bright red invitation card on the bedside table.

"Third Young Master Lao personally sent the invitation to me, and I will definitely prepare enough money for it."

Every time he yelled to his heart's content, his voice seemed to be useless after finishing it, but he was full of vicissitudes of sex appeal.

After finishing speaking and leaving with the invitation card, Ji Han was ready for him to throw a tantrum. Seeing him like this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, looked at him suspiciously, and when he walked to the door, he whispered: "You don't need to get married at the wedding." Participate, I don't need your ass money to join in!"

Since that time when he cut his wrist, his words to Lu Heng have become more and more harsh, and he wished he could stab Lu Heng across the board with one word.

His waist was sore and limp, and his body was still warm, but the words that this man spoke were as sharp as ice edges.

The hand holding the invitation was tight, but he couldn't hold it back after all. Lu Heng turned his head to look at the man, his eyes were so hot that it seemed that magma was churning.

He has always been worthless, the Lu family is gone, no one is protecting him, he has become a puddle of mud on the ground, anyone can step on it.

Seeing him like this, Ji Han felt relieved, but boredom welled up in his chest. He sat on the head of the bed without pulling the quilt to cover his body, lit an afterthought cigarette and waited for him to cry, but after waiting for a long time, he only waited for him to cry. Lai called out tremblingly, "Third brother."

Ever since the Lu family went bankrupt and Lu Zhen was arrested, Ji Han hasn't heard this name for a long time, so long that it seems to have happened in his previous life.

Caught off guard, he choked on the smoke and coughed continuously.

While coughing, he heard Lu Heng want to cry and asked: "Why is it him?"