Food on the tip of your tongue

After dawdling ambiguously for a few times, he pressed the corner of Zhang Yonghuan's mouth with the pulp of his thumb.

Zhang Yonghuan's face turned as red as a pig's liver, "Brother Qin... Hey..." Your sister, what are you doing?He really couldn't accept that the two old men were so greasy, crooked and hypocritical.

The pad of his thumb rubbed against his mouth for a while, and Zhang Yonghuan moved his neck to avoid Qin Yang's touch, "Damn it, brother." He grinned and said, "Brother, I am a wounded patient now."

25. Masturbation is healthier

"Have you finished reading?" Qin Yang walked to the bed and asked while looking at the book Zhang Yonghuan was holding.

Zhang Yonghuan licked his dry lips and said, "It's a little difficult to understand." He put down the book, thought for a while and said, "This kind of esoteric book is much more difficult to understand than a recipe."

Qin Yang smiled lightly, and finally said, "I'll explain it to you later."

Zhang Yonghuan said in surprise: "If it's difficult, I really don't want to learn. Brother Qin can't force me."

Qin Yang took away the cultivation book from his hand, and said, "I will never force you." Even if he does not force you, maybe by then, the memory in his mind will secretly guide him to practice.

Zhang Yonghuan coughed and said, "My mouth is so dry, let's make some tea."

Qin Yang nodded and left the room with the teapot in hand.

Zhang Yonghuan lay on his back halfway on the bed. After blinking, he took out a colored miscellaneous book from the folded quilt as if by magic, and read it with relish.

After lying in bed for half a month, if he didn't rely on these colored and miscellaneous books to relieve his boredom, he would definitely be bored and almost moldy.

Just after flipping through a few pages, Qin Yang came in with tea soaked in mulberry, chrysanthemum, and almonds. After pouring out a bowl of tea for Zhang Yonghuan, he handed it to Zhang Yonghuan, and stretched out his hand to feel the pulse of his free hand. The door, feeling his pulse carefully.

Zhang Yonghuan blew on the hot tea and drank a couple of sips, "Is there nothing wrong?"

Qin Yang let go of the hand that was holding his pulse door, a dark blue streak flashed across his eyes quickly, he didn't answer but got up quietly, went to the outer room and closed the door.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him worriedly, and asked tentatively: "Is there something wrong?" It's just a broken spine, won't it cause a series of complications?

Qin Yang washed his hands again, wiped them clean, then returned to the bed, thought for a moment and said, "Let me see the wound on my waist."

Zhang Yonghuan's eyes widened in surprise, and he hurriedly said, "Is it that serious? My waist doesn't hurt much anymore..." He was about to sit up from the bed.

Qin Yang looked at him, sat on the edge of the bed and pressed Zhang Yonghuan's shoulders with both hands. Zhang Yonghuan only felt a delicate silky warm touch on his shoulders, which passed through his skin without any barriers. The body is only wearing a thin lined shirt.

"Don't move around." Qin Yang's hand slowly moved down Zhang Yonghuan's back until it rested on the injured part of his waist. "Does your bone hurt?" He asked gently.

Zhang Yonghuan stiffened uncomfortably and shook his head.

Qin Yang's hand moved down a little more, and stopped on the tailbone between the waist and the buttocks, and said leisurely: "This is the Weilu point." With a light press, Zhang Yonghuan's body trembled suddenly, intensely and Crazy pleasure ensues.

He looked at Qin Yang anxiously, "That acupuncture point...is not normal."

Qin Yang pursed his lips shallowly, and with his free hand, he touched the folded quilt, and took out the colored miscellaneous books that Zhang Yonghuan hid there.

"But it's spring?" He smiled calmly and said: "Food and sex, Brother Huan doesn't have to be so taboo..." He glanced at the colored miscellaneous books, and said in surprise: "This book... ...It's really obscene." He stared at the bold pose in the book, with an expression of disbelief.

Zhang Yonghuan suppressed the strong feeling running through his internal organs, and moved his stiff waist with difficulty and said, "Well... Brother Qin, can you go out first and let me handle it myself?" The thing between his legs couldn't hold back anymore. The one who lived began to stand proudly, ready to move.

Qin Yang put down the book in his hand, supported Zhang Yonghuan's waist, and suddenly pressed heavily on the Weilu acupoint twice, causing Zhang Yonghuan to blush and exhale with his mouth open.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he smiled bitterly at Qin Yang, and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't used my golden left hand for a long time."

Qin Yang's face remained unchanged, he just glanced at his left hand, and asked casually, "Why do you use your left hand?"

Zhang Yonghuan pretended to be calm and licked his lips, "Press the mouse with the right hand to scroll, and the left hand to roll!"

Qin Yang was stunned, smiled lightly, and with his free hand directly touched the object he stood at attention through Zhang Yonghuan's obscene pants.

"I'll come..." Pressing Zhang Yonghuan's Weilu acupoint, he said softly, "Help you."

The dexterous fingers slipped into the thin underwear before Zhang Yonghuan could stop them, and the big hands with thin calluses completely wrapped the upright object in the palm, and slowly began to move rhythmically.

The crazy pleasure brought by the Weilu point and the sensitivity in the front made Zhang Yonghuan feel ashamed of embarrassment. He opened his mouth and stammered, "Ah...Brother Qin...I...ha...sufficient on my own......" To break Qin Yang's hand holding his penis.

Qin Yang turned a deaf ear to it, and pressed his Weilu acupoint a little harder: "Be good..."

"Ah..." Zhang Yonghuan puffed up his chest slightly, and the thrill that ran from the spine to the front made him irresistible, completely disarming and surrendering.

Zhang Yonghuan, who hadn't blasphemed himself for a long time, became a veritable premature ejaculation emperor this time.

His mind went blank and he enjoyed the strong feeling of being in high spirits. Zhang Yonghuan's thoughts suddenly became chaotic. At this moment, he realized that letting others help him masturbate was much more enjoyable than masturbating himself.

The overwhelming pleasure is really unstoppable.

Qin Yang gently moved away the hand supporting his waist, rubbed his sweat-drenched hair with a bit of pampering, then carefully took out the hand full of white essence from his underwear, got up and went to wash hand, took a clean wet handkerchief to remove Zhang Yonghuan's obscene trousers for cleaning.

When he achieved this step, Zhang Yonghuan suddenly recovered from the ecstasy feeling, he widened his eyes in shock, covered his wet and greasy things, and said repeatedly: "Ah... I will do it myself ...Come by yourself..." The voice that came out was so hoarse that even he himself was surprised.

Qin Yang looked at him, stubbornly and forcefully opened Zhang Yonghuan's weak arm, and carefully cleaned the wet objects for him with a clean handkerchief.

Zhang Yonghuan covered his eyes with his arms in shame and anger, and calmly stopped struggling in vain.

The aftertaste of pleasure has not dissipated, even though Qin Yang was very gentle and careful in wiping his sensitive movements, it still made Zhang Yonghuan tremble a few times uncontrollably.

After cleaning, Qin Yang went to wash the veil, went back to the bed and sat down, stroked Zhang Yonghuan's hair and said, "Can't accept it?"

Zhang Yonghuan lay there motionless, blocking his sight with his arms, and his heart was already tangled up.

It is true that he is a person who is good at enjoying life and enjoys physical pleasure unabashedly.

To put it bluntly, there is indeed a lustful gene in Zhang Yonghuan's bones, and he also feels that he is very magnanimous, not awkward, not coquettish, not twisted, and there are a few men in the world who are not lustful, A man's male hormone genes are there, and a man who is not lecherous is simply not a real man.

However, he can still accept the level of masturbation with a man buddy or something. If he is asked to... er, fuck a good-looking man's ass, he can barely accept it. In short... being fucked by someone else It is absolutely unacceptable to die.

No matter how he is, he is also a majestic seven-foot man, no matter how plain he is, and no matter how unimposing his body is, he can't get used to being crushed by men like a woman.

To be honest, if Qin Yang could take off his clothes and lie on the bed and let him go...he was really excited and looking forward to it.Because Qin Yang looks very good, and his figure is also good, but his temper is...somewhat elusive, which also aroused Zhang Yonghuan's curiosity and desire to conquer crazily. With a strong desire to conquer, all men have a certain curiosity-seeking psychology, and Zhang Yonghuan is no exception.

Seeing that he was silent, Qin Yang bent down slightly in a good mood, staring at Zhang Yonghuan's crimson side face as he approached slowly.

Warm breath sprayed on his earlobe, Qin Yang paused, and touched it lightly with his lips.

"...What are you doing?" Zhang Yonghuan, whose ears were itchy badly and who was born afraid of mosquito bites and had poor resistance to itching, moved his arms vigilantly to look at Qin Yang.

Qin Yang tilted his head, quickly licked Zhang Yonghuan's mouth, and said with a smile, "It's time...to make dinner."

Get up happily, and leave gracefully.

Zhang Yonghuan, who was left stunned on the bed, was still shining brightly.

"What's for dinner?" Mo Wushang, the head of Junzitang who came uninvited, smiled gracefully, and asked Qin Yang who was carrying vegetables into the kitchen.

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows at him: "Xianzi noodles."

Zhu Xie screamed exaggeratedly and angrily: "Will people die if they eat meat?" Since Zhang Yonghuan was injured, their daily diet has gone from bad to worse.

Boss Qin said that in order for the third junior brother to recover as soon as possible, they must eat three meals a day according to Zhang Yonghuan's.

But Mo Wushang smiled happily: "Thousand bowls of noodles, one pot of soup, soup is the soul of noodles, especially Qishan scorpion noodles, scorpion