one night love

"This is the important thing?" Lin Zifeng stood on the rooftop, holding a fairy stick, "Your community still allows fireworks to be set off?"

"Of course not," Fang Yue looked slightly satisfied, and took out the lighter, "I cheated the key to the roof at the property to secretly match it, so don't tell it."

You are really capable, Lin Zifeng tugged at the scarf with his free hand, it is really "romantic" to bring himself to the rooftop to blow the cold wind at night.

"The firecrackers are too loud, I'm afraid of being discovered," Fang Yue lit the twister, "it's good to play with."

The fairy stick burst into sparks, and soon burned out, and Lin Zifeng fell into the darkness again with his reddened face.

In the past, in the countryside, every household would set off firecrackers and blow them up when celebrating the new year.Blast away the bad luck of previous years and blast away the prosperity of the coming year.

Then the children will get together and come up with all kinds of firecrackers to compare who is novelty and who is awesome.

Guan Sheng wins every time, because he dared to ignite the second kicker with his bare hands and throw it out, while the rest of them only dared to stick it in the mud or put it on the ground, and ran away after lighting it.

"Haven't played this in a long time," he said.

"Then play more." Fang Yue took out a handful from the box and stuffed them all into Lin Zifeng's hands, "Enough."

A handful of fireworks were all ignited, and a huge flame rushed up, illuminating the entire rooftop.

Lin Zifeng stared at the flame until it gradually became smaller, extinguished, and returned to darkness.

After the dazzling brightness, the darkness came even more thoroughly. He couldn't see anything, but he didn't feel flustered at all, because he knew very well that Fang Yue was guarding behind him.

"Make a New Year's wish?" A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Lin Zifeng held the burnt stick, smelled the smell of phosphorous and nitric acid in the air, and leaned on Fang Yue: "Okay."

Rolling into bed is a matter of course.

The host on the TV recited his lines emotionally.

There was half a plate of dumplings left on the table, steaming.

Lin Zifeng hung half naked on Fang Yue's body, also steaming.

Fang Yue's fiery palms pressed against the skin, walked around, got into his underwear, covered his half-hard penis and rubbed it: "I'm not very good at it."

"It's okay," Lin Zifeng glanced at the lubricating fluid placed beside the pillow, and rubbed the tip of his nose against his lips, "I'll teach you."

……

Fang Yue had to admit that Lin Zifeng was indeed a good teacher.

Take the lead and lead by example.

Are you happy to serve you?

He thought that he was now confident enough to answer Mo Xiaobei's question.

Cool, fucking cool.

At first, he thought that he would have some psychological barriers—after all, he had sex with a man in a sober state.

But when he saw Lin Zifeng's lustful eyes, he couldn't control his lower body at all, not to mention that the latter was still riding on him, twisting his waist and sending his hips, biting his lips and suppressing moaning, holding back until The corners of the eyes are red.

It makes people fall into it and can't stop.

I used up two condoms, and the last time I was so selfless, I felt so guilty.More than half of the bottle of lubricant was used up, and it was apple-flavored. Fang Yue stroked the forehead hair of the person next to the pillow, thinking that he would try to buy a bottle of strawberry tomorrow.

Lin Zifeng turned over, smoked on his body, and stared at him with a half-smile.

"You have to stare at me like this again," Fang Yue took the cigarette between his fingers and put it in her mouth, "I'll continue to fuck you."

"Take a break," Lin Zifeng laughed, and stretched out his hand to hold his limp little brother in his crotch, which was still sticky with an inexplicable liquid, sticky, "Excessive indulgence is not good."

"This is a New Year's Eve cannon?" Fang Yue shook the cigarette ash to the ground and stuffed it back into Lin Zifeng's mouth, "It seems that this year will definitely be prosperous."

When the New Year's bell rang just now, he happened to shoot in Lin Zi's ass, and with the fireworks rising outside the window, he felt his whole body bloom.

Lin Zifeng froze for a moment, then laughed out of breath, accidentally dropped the cigarette butt on the sheet, rolled it a few times, and burned two small holes.

"Tsk! Look at you! My new bed sheet!" Fang Yue picked up the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, and slapped his ass, "Are you hungry? Let me heat up the dumplings and let's eat some?"

"Okay," Lin Zifeng said lazily, raising his eyebrows, "heat up the pork rib soup too, I want to eat it."

Fang Yue snorted, jumped out of bed with her buttocks bare, put half a plate of dumplings into the microwave, poured the pork rib soup into the pot, and turned on the gas stove.

"Your parents are very willing, how expensive is it to travel to Hainan now?" Lin Zifeng held the bowl of hot broth and bragged.

"Of course they are willing." I paid for it. Fang Yuexin said that she picked up the dumplings and dipped them in the vinegar dish. "You are really good at cooking. You usually cook by yourself?"

"Yes, what else?" After Lin Zifeng finished speaking, he looked up at Fang Yue's clean range hood, "You don't usually cook by yourself?"

"I deal with it casually outside."

"Eating too much outside food is bad for your health."

"Love me?" Fang Yue smiled, "Why don't you cook for me? I'm in charge of buying vegetables, and you are in charge of cooking." After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll wash the dishes."

Lin Zifeng slowly finished the bowl of ribs in his hand, and drank the last mouthful of soup: "Fang Yue, what do you think we are related?"

Fang Yue didn't answer his question directly: "What kind of relationship do you want?"

Lin Zifeng felt a little embarrassed.

He understands what Fang Yue thinks of him, and after long-term contact with him, he has a good impression of him—otherwise, he wouldn't have slept with him purely because of guilt.

But Fang Yue is a straight man, at least he can go straight back, no matter whether he is on a whim or hot-headed, he should not be allowed to follow him further and further along this road.

Even if it doesn't go up to the outline and go up to the moral level, there is still a lesson from the past like Guan Sheng.What if one day he doesn't want to play anymore and gets rid of himself to get married?

Lin Zifeng wasn't sure if he could bear another blow, and he didn't want to and didn't dare to hurt himself again.

He pondered for a long time, then moved his lips: "PAO/Friend."

The smile on Fang Yue's face obviously cooled down. The answer was clearly far from his psychological expectation.

But he didn't blow his hair either, he just quickly ate the remaining dumplings on the plate, picked up Lin Zifeng, and threw him on the bed.

"Okay, you have the final say," Fang Yue knelt between his legs, staring condescendingly at the marks on his body that she had gnawed out, "From now on, exercise the power of PAO/you and fulfill the obligations of PAO/you Bar."

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I think I've been as reserved as possible...