The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

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But Bian Jing was completely unprepared for him, took off the last piece of clothes, and asked Xie Ting with open hands: "Wipe it."

This is no different from a child's "I want to hug ~".

Xie Ting's heart was about to soften, he was defeated by the drunken side scene, he wrung out the towel and continued to wipe.

After wiping the body with warm water, it is very comfortable. For drunkards, warm water is heaven.

After getting ahead, Bian Jing was buried under the quilt, with enough hands to take off the last shirt.

Xie Ting's gaze was looking at Bian Jing's abdomen, the bruise was black half of his stomach, it was obviously a mark from being kicked out, his gaze was cold again.

Bian Jing took off halfway, his arms were sore, and he couldn't get out at the end. He got angry in his clothes and said that he would tear this ragged clothes.

Xie Ting had no choice, he couldn't reason with the drunk side scene at all.

Helping him take off his clothes, he was about to change into his pajamas, but suddenly he saw a black spot on the ribs that were blocked by the arm of the side viewer.

I thought it was Frontier who attacked so hard, the skin turned black from the injury, it must have hurt so badly!

Xie Ting coaxed Bian Jing to take his arm away. The drunk Bian Jing was so obedient that he could do whatever he asked him to do. After moving his arm away, Xie Ting saw a string of digital tattoos.

The numbers are designed in sharp fonts, pierced on the ribs like a handful of fishbone spines, and the end is hidden under the ribs.

The last T letter is like the anchor of a fishing boat, and it is hard to stick under the ribs.

The skin around the tattoo was still red, which meant that it had just been tattooed. Xie Ting stretched out his index finger to touch it, and the usually delicate and white skin felt frosted at the tattoo.

The tattoo has scabbed over.

Cold fingers touched the warm skin with goosebumps, the side scene was drunk, and knew to dodge, hugging the quilt and burying it in the warmth.

Xie Ting dug him out of the quilt, put on his pajamas and tidied him up before he was ready to go back.

"Brother Jing."

Bian Jing squirmed in the quilt, and hummed.

Xie Ting patted his quilt and said, "Brother Jing, I'm leaving."

When Bian Jing heard that he was going to leave, he grabbed Xie Ting's hand and pulled it back. Without saying anything, he opened his eyes and stared at Xie Ting.

At this time, the side view eyes are as pure as a child's.

Being stared at by him, Xie Ting's heart tightened, he moved his eyes and coughed, and said, "I'm going back."

After finishing speaking, Xie Ting watched in amazement as Bian Jing grabbed his hand and put it in his mouth, but Xie Ting was about to withdraw his hand, Bian Jing was still anxious, sticking out his tongue and licking the back of Xie Ting's hand.

Xie Ting suddenly stood up straight, and in an instant, his soft tongue scraped the surface of the skin on the back of his hand, conveying layer by layer of electric shock to the neurons.

"you......"

Bian Jing glanced at the pig's hand, licked it, bit Xie Ting's protruding finger bone with his teeth, then put Xie Ting's retracted index finger into his mouth, and sucked.

"Hold......."

The well-preserved official son, couldn't bear the blurted swearing that woke up Bian Jing for a while, and let Xie Ting take his finger out of his mouth, and fell down to sleep again like a fragment.

Xie Ting's index finger was left with saliva, and the crystal water reflected light under the cold incandescent lamp.

The door that had to close with a "bang" revealed the school bully's flustered heart at the moment, Xie Ting kept clasping his index finger with his thumb, and the soft touch that was still held by his tongue a moment ago was clearly visible.

Feeling flustered, Xie Ting really wanted to set up the side scene and give him a whip.

Xu is a 17-year-old physical need, Xie Ting is kneeling on the crotch, swallowing his stuff, making him want to die, and he is so comfortable that he leans back, the man who has been sucked fingers is barely touching his crotch.

If he wanted to refuse and welcome, the man made it even more vigorous.

Sometimes with his mouth in his mouth, and sometimes swallow his fingers.

Xie Ting wanted to see the man's face clearly, when he pushed up the buried head, the man whimpered and said, "Not yet~"

no what?

Xie Ting was so comfortable that his hairs were standing on his head. He couldn't refuse the man's flexible tongue, so he could only enjoy it dryly. Maybe it was stimulation or it was the first time he was being treated like this.

Xie Ting surrendered quickly, and when the last wave of pleasure was still in his mind, he opened his eyes half asleep.

The neighbor next door set off firecrackers crackling to blow him back to life.

dreaming.

Xie Ting quickly lifted the quilt, looked there, was stunned for a while, and quickly took his clothes to the bathroom.

The background of the teenager getting up early is staggering like a dog with a broken leg.

It was rare for Secretary Yu to have no work, so he was at home early for the holiday and asked Aunt Gui to prepare the ingredients. She was going to cook and make dumplings herself today.

Xie Ju is also at home, but guests come to the house one after another. Even if Xie Ju wants to make love with Secretary Yu, he has no time. A group of people come to the study and a group of people leave.

After Xie Ting finished packing and went downstairs, he saw Secretary Yu woke up.

"Xiao Ting, are you awake?"

The voice is not good, even a little weak: "Huh?"

Aunt Gui heated up his breakfast. Secretary Yu saw that his expression was not right, so he walked over and touched his forehead: "Fever?"

Xie Ting took his mother's hand off, he is now resistant to anyone's skin contact, and hurriedly said: "No, you should hurry up and make dumplings."

Xie Ting spent the whole day in hallucinations. When he was sitting in the study and pouring tea for his father and the guests, he was thinking about the bizarre dream in the morning, and the scene of yesterday's scene with his finger in the background unconsciously appeared in front of him while reading the book.

He glanced at his phone and fell silent.

Bianjing didn't give him any information, and he might not even wake up.

Xie Ju saw that his son had been confused all day today, absent-minded, and asked, "Did you fight with someone?"

Xie Ting: "No."

Xie Ju: "Then what have you been thinking about all day?"

Xie Ting: "You don't understand what a man should think about."

Thank you bureau: "?"