I have been following you

If you eat too much mutton, you will get angry, but the fire will not burn out in an hour or two after eating mutton, not so fast.

Ji Shao is purely angry and irritable.

Everything that happened to Ji Shao during this period was too bizarre to be digested by ordinary people.

He couldn't be like the little girl who would go crazy and cry out when he was afraid. His emotions were always trying to restrain them, and they were backlogged for a long time, unable to be released.

Ji Shao had a pimple on his dick.

"Damn it, it's not easy, just let it go."

Ji Shao pressed Cui Yu's hand and held it in the palm of his hand, "Don't touch it." The pain just now made him almost goofy.

The acne is still there, very tenacious.

Touched by Cui Yu, she became even redder.

One hand was grabbed, so Cui Yu touched it with the other.

Ji Shao rolled his eyes, he didn't understand at all, how did a pimple provoke Cui Yu, Cui Yu just couldn't stand it, and wanted to get it done with his hands.

"Everything you have is mine." Cui Yu lowered his eyes, his long curly eyelashes fell, casting a shadow, covering the distorted possessiveness in his eyes, and a cluster of black light flashed across his fingertips.

After all, the little pimple couldn't match the opponent's strength and was wiped away.

The sound of splashing water kept ringing in his ears. Ji Shao didn't hear what Cui Yu said clearly, but saw his slightly raised lips pursed lightly, and the water drops meandered down his white chin.

Cui Yu's eyelashes trembled, and the object in his hand jumped, as if alive, he raised his head to greet him.

He squatted down.

Hot water fell from the top of the black-haired boy's hair, rushed through two hair swirls, and spread towards the handsome shoulders and collarbone. The water splashed and drew arcs in the air.

Ji Shao closed his eyes and snorted comfortably.

Bone-biting cool.

Cui Yu understood every inch of him, and was familiar with an unimaginable situation, as if he had kissed him a thousand and eight hundred times in a dream.

Unsurprisingly, Cui Yu's Adam's apple slipped and he swallowed without spitting out a drop.

Ji Shao wiped the water on his face, feeling refreshed to the end, he smiled jokingly, "Mutton smell?"

Cui Yu's long and narrow eyes narrowed, "Sweet."

He put his arms around Ji Shao's waist, wrapped his arms around him, and shared the taste left in his mouth with Ji Shao.

The faint fishy smell blended into the saliva, Ji Shao's forehead twitched, he didn't have the slightest liking for his own things.

I don't understand why Cui Yu likes to eat so much.

Every time Ji Shao sees him being so serious and devoted, he has an inexplicable feeling, Cui Yu seems to want to swallow a whole root in his stomach.

After a few kisses, Ji Shao pressed Cui Yu's shoulder and pulled him away a little.

"It's too bitter, sweet ass."

Cui Yu's eyes are black and bright, like whirlpools, able to suck people into them.

"Ji Shao, don't you want to do it with me?"

"Do you think I want to?" Ji Shao kissed his ear, and the hot and humid breath brushed over, "Huh?"

The last syllable is slightly smiling, revealing endless ambiguity.

Cui Yu tilted her head, letting Ji Shao's kiss fall on her lips, and they were close to him.

After the kiss, Ji Shao said, "I'll be right back."

He strode out, found nail scissors on the table, cut his fingernails, and carefully rounded them with a small sharpener.

Confirming that he was no longer sharp, Ji Shao went back to the bathroom and locked the door behind his back.

The sound of water in the bathroom was turned up to maximum.

Ji Shao and Cui Yu stayed inside for about an hour.

The question of who goes up and who goes down seems to have never existed, and it seems that they have discussed this in their previous life and reached a tacit agreement.

Ji Shao flipped his long johns into one leg, glanced at Cui Yu who was sitting by the bed, "Why are you so happy?"

Cui Yu turned off the hair dryer, smoothed the hair on his forehead, smiled without saying a word.

Seen from Ji Shao's side, the black-haired boy's sideways smile is particularly provocative, making the viewer feel like a cat's paw.

"So you like being fucked by me?"

"Yes."

"..."

Ji Shao regained his senses, quickly put on the other trouser leg, threw himself on the bed, crossed his arms, and dragged Cui Yu, pulling him onto himself.

"Say it again."

"I like it." The corners of Cui Yu's eyes and brows still showed laziness after passion, "You fuck me."

It is clearly a discourse full of erotic elements, and the words are serious.

His attitude was correct, and a smile crept up his brows.

"So direct." Ji Shao's face turned red, he shrugged his shoulders, and brushed Cui Yu's hair, "I'm even shy."

Cui Yu pursed her lips, "Didn't you say to go downstairs?"

Ji Shao hugged him, "Wait a minute."

"Let me touch it and see if it's broken?"

Unlike when he said that just now, Cui Yu is a little embarrassed now, "It's not broken."

"I checked, and it said you can't keep things inside." Ji Shao said, "When I go to the supermarket tomorrow, you remind me to buy a set."

At the last moment, when he wanted to come out, Cui Yu clenched his teeth tightly.

As a result, Ji Shao slumped thousands of miles.

Cui Yu hummed casually, he couldn't let other things block his contact with this person.

No matter which life, past or present, he is obsessed with this person, and no one can interfere.

After hugging on the bed for a while, Ji Shao took the down jacket and put it on, and went to the kitchen. The physical exertion was too much, and he was hungry.

When passing by the living room, Ji Shao subconsciously looked at the rocking chair in the corner.

The chair shook.

It looked eerie in an empty living room.

Ji Shao is okay, he has seen many ghosts, so he changed direction and walked towards the chair.

In less than a minute's journey, Ji Shao made up a lot of pictures in his brain, such as a child in red sitting there, or a bloody head, a piece of finger and so on.

When Ji Shao stood in front of the chair, there was nothing there.

He raised his eyebrows, looked around the chair, and looked around.

"The wind?"

Ji Shao talked to himself.

With a gust of cold wind, Ji Shao shivered, zipped up the down jacket, turned and went to the kitchen.

The moment Ji Shao carried it on his back, the rocking chair started to rock again, once and for all.

When he was about to walk to the kitchen, Ji Shao suddenly pressed several switches on the wall.

The lights in the living room, kitchen, and hallway were all on.

Ji Shao glanced at the spot, and when he was about to look back, the diagonally opposite door opened, and Father Ji's figure appeared.

"Xiao Shao, why do you turn on so many lights?"

Ji Shao said, "Forgot to turn it off."

After turning off some unnecessary lights, Father Ji frowned, "What are you doing standing in the kitchen?"

Ji Shao said, "Cook a bowl of noodles and eat."

"Cooking noodles?" Father Ji glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost twelve o'clock, "It's so late, what else do you want to eat?"

He waved his hand, "Go to bed after eating."

Then he went into the bathroom.

Ji Shao pulled most of the glass door of the kitchen and turned on the liquefied petroleum gas to boil water.

After thinking about it, Ji Shao added some mutton soup.

He took three green vegetables in a plastic bag on the small table, broke them one by one, and rinsed them with water.

Just as he was about to turn his head to get the soup bowl, Ji Shao was so frightened that his soul almost went out of his body, "Dad, what are you doing standing there when you have nothing to do?"

Father Ji was at the glass door at some point, "Xiao Cui is asleep?"

Ji Shao was still scared, "No."

"Oh." Father Ji reminded, "Go to bed early, don't play too late in the future, staying up late is not good for your health."

Ji Shao nodded. Seeing that the person by the glass door hadn't left, he couldn't help curling his lips, "Dad, are you hungry too?"

Father Ji coughed, "A little bit."

Ji Shao, "..."

He cooked two bowls, one for himself and the other for Father Ji.

"Poached eggs look good." Father Ji said, with a loving and comforting tone, "And he knows how to sprinkle coriander."

He took a bite, smiled and sighed twice.

"Dad, that's not shark's fin." The corner of Ji Shao's mouth twitched, "If you want to eat it, I'll cook it for you every day at home during the holidays."

"You go back to your room." Father Ji lowered his head to eat the noodles and didn't speak any more.

Ji Shao entered the room with two pairs of chopsticks.

Cui Yu still maintained the same posture, not even wearing a coat, as if in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Shao put the noodles on the table, "Still thinking about it?"

Cui Yu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Yes."

Ji Shao almost bumped into the corner of the table, he took his coat and put it on Cui Yu's shoulders, "Then continue after eating."

Cui Yu was taken aback, "Cooked it for me too?"

"Half." Ji Shao moved the table to Cui Yu's. He sat on the stool, split the egg with chopsticks, and divided it into two. He gave the larger half to Cui Yu, and he ate the smaller half himself.

Cui Yu looked at the big half of the egg, distracted.

Ji Shao knocked on the mouth of the bowl, "Do you want to eat?"

Cui Yu lowered his head and ate the egg, and with Ji Shao you and I share a chopstick, finishing a big bowl of noodles.

While lying on the bed, Ji Shao crossed his legs and asked one thing out of boredom, "Cui Yu, when was the first time you masturbated?"

Cui Yu smiled, "I haven't fought."

Ji Shao rolled his eyes, "Crap."

"Don't tell the truth, right?" Ji Shao scratched Cui Yu's itchy flesh, but Cui Yu didn't respond.

Ji Shao went to scratch Cui Yu's armpit again.

Cui Yu still didn't respond at all.

Instead, Ji Shao was so tired that the heat in the bed was gone.

Cui Yu pulled back the quilt, "You take a break."

"When I scratched you before, you rolled over and begged for mercy." Ji Shao rested his arm on his pillow, "Aren't you ticklish now?"

Cui Yu closed his eyelids, "I don't know why I'm not afraid anymore."

"I'm sleepy," he said.

Ji Shao yawned and didn't speak again. After a while, he fell asleep.

At the beginning, the sleepy person opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, without a trace of drowsiness.

Cui Yu turned sideways, put his arms around the person next to the pillow, and leaned towards him.

In the middle of the night, Cui Yu returned to the underworld.