Dude, your wig fell off

An He quickly withdrew his hand and pointed to the pot: "Can it be cooked?"

"Not yet," Na Chen smiled, slowly opened the jar of jam, added some passion fruit jam into the pot, and threw in two slices of lemon, "What flavor do you cook yourself?"

"It smells like rat poison," An He leaned aside and watched, "let my student drink it."

"You put too much stuff," Na Chen folded his arms and stared at the teapot on the induction cooker, "just a little is enough, just like this."

"Do you want to guard?" An He felt a little dizzy, and he didn't feel the wind blowing outside. When he came back, he felt a little weak and wanted to lie down on the sofa.

"I'll just keep watch," Na Chen glanced at him, "I like to watch."

"What are you looking at?" An He just wanted to go to the living room, but stopped after hearing this.

"I like to watch everything," Na Chen turned around and took two chairs from the dining room, "I just like the kitchen, where people are cooking and cooking."

"Really." An He sat on the chair, and the two of them faced the induction cooker side by side.

"Apart from boiling water, do you know anything else?" Na Chen took a long spoon and stirred the pot lightly. The diced pineapple and small white xiangguo seeds were turning in the water, bobbing up and down.

"Cooking noodles," An He thought for a while and added, "Instant noodles."

"Do you have noodles, instant noodles are fine too," Na Chen smiled, "I'll cook noodles for you tomorrow morning."

"There is nothing..." An He was a little depressed when he said this, yes, he has nothing here, the refrigerator is empty, and the stove is always cold.

"It's okay, I'll go buy it." Na Chen licked the spoon and added a few grains of rock sugar into the pot.

"That's not good, let the guests make breakfast and bring some to buy." An He leaned on the back of the chair.

Na Chen didn't speak, and continued to stare at the pot.

An He leaned lazily, this sentence was very casual, but the word "guest" still made him feel the invisible, intangible but omnipresent defense that no one can break around An He. .

"Want to take a shower later?" An He asked, "You can't take a shower in the detention center, right?"

"Well," Na Chen stared at the pot, "it's a detention center."

"I'm going to turn on the water," An He stood up and went into the bathroom, and asked him in a raised voice, "What happened to you and you were detained?"

"It's just a racing car. The police will arrest it every few months. The police uncle looks familiar to me." Na Chen listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, "Taking a bath?"

"Shower if you don't take a bath," An He came out, "I'll soak for a while."

"I want to make bubbles." Na Chen grabbed An He's hand. An He's hand was very soft, with slender fingers. He squeezed it lightly, wanting to say a piece of bubbles, but he didn't dare to say it. An He probably would refuse.

"Then soak." An He pulled out his hand, scratched his shoulder, went back to the living room, lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

After the fruit tea was cooked, An He finally used the beautiful glass teacups that matched the pot.

It was a normal procedure for Chen to make fruit tea. After the things were done, he threw them in, but the taste was completely different from the one he made, and it smelled very fragrant.

Nachen was lying on the table, holding the glass in front of the tip of his nose and turning it around.

After An He finished drinking a glass, he still didn't move. He kept turning the glass. An He put down the glass and was about to speak when Na Chen suddenly glanced at him: "What name is my number stored in your mobile phone?"

"...wig," An He smiled, touched the phone and put it in front of him, "You can change it."

At that time, Chen took the mobile phone, and the lock screen and desktop used the pictures that came with the system, such as streams, flowers, leaves, etc., which looked meaningless.

"Your mobile phone is the same as the old man's. It's boring." Na Chen clicked his tongue and opened the phone book. The categories in it are also very serious. Colleagues, classmates, friends, students, parents, takeaway...

At that time, his own cell phone phone book was not classified, and there were not many numbers in total anyway, all the numbers were piled up together.

Looking at these categories of An He, he hesitated, not knowing which category he should be in, friend?Or... parents?

After swiping back and forth several times, he saw that there was only one number in Uncategorized, so he dropped his finger and clicked on it.

wig.

"Why didn't I classify it?" Nachen clicked on her number, deleted the word wig, typed a small word, and stopped again.

"I don't know which category is appropriate." An He lit a cigarette and drank it.

"Can I add a category for you?" Na Chen thought about it and deleted the small characters, typed that word, thought about it and deleted it again.

"Well, whatever." An He nodded.

big seven.Na Chen entered the name, added another category, put his number in this category, and handed the phone back to An He.

An He looked at the name, and felt that Nachen probably understood the meaning of the questions he asked on the street before.

The new category is "cutest", An He was amused: "The cutest big seven?"

"Well," Na Chen took a sip of fruit tea, pointed at his face, "don't you think I'm cute?"

"Sometimes it's cute." An He glanced at him.

"When is it not cute?" Na Chen seemed a little unconvinced, and knocked on the cup a few times, "Let me refute it."

"When you can't speak," An He said unhurriedly, "You have to know that puppies can express their needs correctly."

"I'm not a puppy," Na Chen narrowed his eyes, and tickled his lips with his fingers, "I'm a little leopard."

An He quickly turned his gaze away.

"What do you usually do at night?" Na Chen smiled, turned to look at the TV, "Do you just watch TV?"

"Watching a movie, sleeping, taking a bath." An He thought for a while, but he really didn't know how he spent the night, so he drifted away in boredom in a daze.

"Is it okay to take a bath?"

"Yeah." An He nodded, sometimes masturbating while taking a bath, it can be regarded as an evening activity.

"I thought you were going clubbing when you were free, and I could always meet you," Na Chen stood up and lay down on the sofa, "Your sofa is so comfortable."

"Sometimes," An He went over and pulled his coat out from under him and threw it aside, "What about you?"

"I don't know," Na Chen lay on his stomach with his forehead resting on his arms, his voice a little muffled, "I'm fine if the band is fine, just stay."

An He was silent for a while, then took a blank piece of paper from the coffee table and put it on the table: "Can you draw?"

"Know how to draw matchstick figures," Na Chen turned his head, revealing one eye, "Why?"

"Let's play a little game," An He took a pen, "Draw a picture and let me see..."

"No painting," Na Chen interrupted him, sat up from the sofa suddenly, and stared at him, "Do you want me to paint houses to cultivate people? Then analyze my psychology?"

An He looked at him without speaking, finally smiled and put down the pen.

He wanted Na Chen to paint houses and cultivate people, but he ignored that Na Chen should be familiar with these things because of his mother.

And it seems to be very... contradictory.

"Is there any clothes you don't want to wear? I'm going to take a shower." Na Chen fell back on the sofa again.

An He went into the bedroom and took a set of pajamas for himself, and found a new pair of underwear for him. Nachen carried the clothes into the bathroom.

Just as An He was about to sit down, he came out of the bathroom again with a meaningful smile on his face: "Teacher An."

"Huh?" An He responded, "The water isn't hot enough?"

"It's hot enough," Na Chen raised the corner of his mouth, "Can I open the laptop in the bathroom?"

An He sat down, took the remote control and changed the channel: "Yes, turn it on."

Na Chen went back to the bathroom and closed the door. An He took the remote control and switched to the TV. He felt very happy watching the constantly jumping pictures on the TV screen.

But it wasn't long before he was happy, when he heard the sound of breathing and heart beating coming from the bathroom.

"Fuck." An He cursed in a low voice, and glanced at the bathroom.

I don't know if that Chen did it on purpose, but he probably turned up the volume of the movie to the maximum, and the blood-thumping groans faintly floated out from the crack in the door.

Even though the TV happened to be on the opera channel, An He's sensitive nerves moistened by alcohol allowed him to hear the sound clearly amidst the gongs and drums.

"Big Seven!" An He yelled in the living room, "Be quiet!"

The moaning sound in the bathroom suddenly became louder: "Ah... um..."

An He shook the hand holding the cup, the voice sounded like Na Chen's.

"...crazy." An He sighed, staring at the TV.

His eyes stayed on the screen all the time, but he didn't hear a single word in his ears. It was all gasps and groans from the bathroom, some of which he heard, some of which he probably imagined... That Chen's words sound.

Not long after, he didn't know what was playing on the TV in front of him, he kept shaking Nachen's body in the bathtub and the hand he might be putting on a certain part.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold a cushion, and opened his eyes again after gathering his composure. He found a random station, and this one was replaying the skit that had been rebroadcasted [-] times.

But he was always restless. Although the fire in his body was controlled within a certain range, it never went out.

When he came out of the bathroom at that time, he still couldn't remove the cushion from his lap.

"Comfortable," Na Chen came out wearing his pajamas, unbuttoned, wiping his hair with a bath towel, "I changed the water for you, can this towel be used?"

An He glanced at him, and turned his face away. If the sight was real, his sight probably had wrapped seven or eight times around Nachen's waist and abdomen: "This is for me to wipe my feet."

"Fart," Na Chen laughed, "you wipe your feet with a towel."

"Do you want to dry your hair? The hair dryer is on the table in my room." An He pointed to his bedroom, "Get it yourself."

"An He," Na Chen didn't go to the bedroom, walked up to him, knelt down beside him with one leg, supported his shoulders and gently pushed his hips against his arms, "You have quite a lot of stock here."

"Go blow your hair." An He jumped up from the sofa, the tingling sensation quickly spread from his arms to his whole body, he ran into the bedroom to get his pajamas, ignored Nachen, and went straight into the bathroom.

The water in the bathtub has been changed, the laptop is still on, and the video is frozen at the binding screen. He doesn't even remember saving this video, and only those few are usually watched.

He stared at the screen for a while, reached out and clicked play, and the wanton groans and shouts immediately filled the bathroom, reverberating with the bathroom version mix.

An He slowly lay down in the bathtub with a feeling of revenge, demonstration or temptation, and leaned on the edge of the bathtub to watch.

The picture is very exciting, and he must have made a move in peacetime, but today he has been relying on it and not moving.

He didn't know if that Chen did what he imagined just now, anyway, he couldn't entertain himself in the bathtub when there were others at home.

After watching for a few minutes, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?" An He lowered the volume of his notebook and asked.

Fortunately, he didn't make a move. If he really did, Na Chen would have to be scared back by knocking these two times.

"Do you want me to help you?" Na Chen came in from outside the door with a laughing voice.

"No need." An He replied.

"It's too fake," Na Chen said with a smile, and lightly flipped the door lock, "The door is unlocked, I'm going in."

"If you dare to come in, I will castrate you." An He turned off the video, and said in a cold voice.

There was a knock on the door, and it was gently pushed open. Nachen leaned against the door with a smile on his lips: "Eunuch."

"You are looking for death." An He quickly changed from a half-lying position to a sitting position.

Just when he pulled the towel and wanted to stand up and push Na Chen out, Na Chen had already entered the bathroom, reached out and pressed his shoulder, pushed him back into the bathtub, and touched his shoulder down his shoulder. waist.

"Even if I'm eunuch, I still have a mouth," Na Chen approached him and whispered, "Would you like me...to help you?"

An He pressed his hand and looked at him.

At that time, Chen still had some wet hair hanging on his forehead, his eyes were a little unclear, and the somewhat heavy breathing that fell on his face was full of temptation.

"Either?" Na Chen lowered his body and asked in his ear.

The bathroom was full of humid and warm water mist, and the air was sticky and ambiguous when he breathed. The various gasps from the previous video that remained in An He's ears teased his nerves.

He closed his eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, grabbed Na Chen's hand resting on his waist, and slowly pushed it down.

Na Chen lowered her head and kissed him, gently sucking on his lips little by little, rubbed his hand on his lower abdomen, slid down and held it.

The warm water and the temperature of Nachen's palm were just right, An He's body felt a little weak, and he sank slightly into the water.

Na Chen then went down, kissed along his lips to his chin, submerged in the water again and lightly bit his shoulder.

An He snorted, and with an almost inaudible sigh, touched Na Chen's back with his hand.

Na Chen straightened up, stepped into the bathtub without taking off her pajamas, knelt between his legs, and stroked his thighs with her hands.

"Damn, are you going to sleep naked for a while?" An He glanced at him.

"Sleeping naked is good for the penis, feel it," Na Chen replied solemnly, hooking his fingers around his trouser waist and pulling it down, "It's so strong."

"You'd better be honest," An He raised his hand and pinched his chin, "This is my place."

"Well," Na Chen nodded, quickly lowered his head and bit his finger in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I just made it myself."

"You face is really..." An He felt sincerely, Na Chen's hand suddenly accelerated, and the second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat, "Hmm..."

"I did this to reassure you," Na Chen raised one of his legs to rest on the edge of the bathtub, and gently squeezed his calf, "I didn't sleep well in the detention center, so I'll do it myself again, today I can't do anything to you at night."

An He didn't know what to say, his mind was already full of porridge, and with bursts of pleasure, he just responded indiscriminately: "Then take good care of me."

Na Chen took off her soaked pajamas, and there were small water droplets on her smooth skin, each of which was shining.

An He stared at his face, that Chen was always very attractive at such a time, making people want to pounce on him and take a bite.

Na Chen turned her head, kissed his leg on the bathtub, stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it down little by little, the moist and soft tip of her tongue slid across his skin, and then slipped into the water.

The pleasure brought by the light touch and licking in the gently swaying water made Anhe excited, his hand was holding the bathtub, if he let go, maybe he would slide into the water.

The tip of Chen's tongue gradually approached his most sensitive place, and An He's fingers tightened slowly.

Just when he was about to take a look into the water, Nachen suddenly hugged him lightly.

"Ah..." An He raised his head abruptly, and moans slipped out of his throat uncontrollably. Before he could slow down, the tip of Nachen's tongue began to linger, and he bit his lips, moaning with some control Can't help, "Ah..."

This feeling of being teased and wrapped in warm water is strange and exciting. From time to time, Na Chen's soft hair gently rubbed against his inner thigh. An He reached out and grabbed Na Chen's hair, and pressed it down. Chen obediently went down, the pleasure that penetrated into his throat instantly surrounded him, his legs were hooked around the bathtub and he straightened up.

This kind of stimulation is different from entering it. The warm water gently rips through, entangles, wraps, and the soft tip of the tongue gently strokes, sucking deeply again and again...

All of this made An He a little breathless.

Na Chen's hand slowly touched his lower abdomen, stroked and rubbed his waist gently, and An He's desire was continuously fueled, burning more and more intensely, and the flames ran rampant in his body.

He grabbed Na Chen's hair tightly and pulled it up, Na Chen let go of him, surfaced, and continued to fiddle with his hands: "Huh?"

"I want to shoot..." An He replied in a low voice, panting, he didn't intend to fire a cannon into Na Chen's mouth passionately, even though such images kept flashing in his mind.

Na Chen supported his leg and pulled him down. An He took a breath and was pulled into the water by him.

The pleasure came again, the water isolated the sound, but it allowed him to hear his moaning out of desire more clearly.

I can't breathe, it seems that all the desires in my body are blocked and forced to my body.

The tip of Nachen's tongue left his body and slowly pressed onto him, kissing him, the movements of his hands became straightforward.

The quick manipulation made An He straighten up suddenly, tensing his body...