Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

"Where did you throw it?"

"do not know."

"You... I said you have something wrong with your brain, what should you do now?"

"If you handcuff yourself here, you won't be able to reach the ice burial, so you can get rid of drugs, I promised you..."

"Then you should throw your phone away together."

"Hey... you are too cruel."

"You called me here just to blow the cold wind with you?"

"Hold me, so I won't be cold..."

A certain soft place in Cheng Qiyan's heart was swept away, soreness, pain, and a thousand tastes of whiteness were tightly entangled together.

He opened his arms and gave Tan Yuran a warm body temperature.

Tan Yuran, who found the heat source at once, turned around and hugged him tightly, as if a dying person had found a life-saving straw, and tried his best to absorb the hope he gave him.

Cheng Qiyan only felt suffocated.

Life is like this, like a drowning person, in order to break through the water to get a breath, he will not hesitate to step others to the bottom of the water.

It is unclear who is attached to whom.

Tan Yuran threw herself at Cheng Qiyan, buried her face in his shoulder, greedily sniffing the scented body temperature.

The two bodies were entangled tightly.

Fantasy and reality have blurred the boundaries.

The wall-climbing tiger underneath was growing wildly, shaking its tentacles coquettishly, playing a strange melody.

The branches and leaves are wrapped in desire | fire, spreading along the bodies of the two men, entangled so that they will never be separated.

It wantonly extends to every corner, quietly occupying the souls of the sober ones.

The instinctive desire was stirred up, and the remaining reason was expelled.

Wherever the vines passed, it was like a demonic hand stripping off clothes and corroding all obstacles.

The naked body glows blue and white at night, causing people to fall and get lost in the vast ocean.

Tan Yuran was gripped by a sense of emptiness, so unbearable that she was almost insane.

He was no longer satisfied with the warmth of his skin and his breath, which only made the emptiness worse.

Want... want something more substantive, lick and see, something that can be bitten, something that can be swallowed.

Tan Yuran's wet lips moved upwards along Cheng Qiyan's chest, kissing him inch by inch, and worshiped carefully.

His cold breath began to heat up.

The sweat that dripped on the skin smeared a hot feeling.

Body like burning raging fire.

He opened his mouth to meet the breath, but was blocked by the falling kiss.

The entanglement of lips and tongues made the body fluid keep pouring in, nourishing the dry heart like a spring, and after swallowing, he took again, until the blood was sucked out.

Drink the mind-boggling liquid and sink together into the abyss of madness.

Leave the beauty to the night, and leave the rest to Tianming...

And the sky is always bright.

Cheng Qiyan opened his eyes and looked at the bright sky, his consciousness was confused for a moment, then he got up slowly, and gently patted the unmelted snowflakes on his body, could it be that he just slept on the ground all night?

He looked around and saw that the wall-climbing tiger was quietly attached to the wall. Suddenly, the memory of last night flashed in his mind.

It's so real, it seems to be vivid.

Beside him, Tan Yuran was still awake, and the handcuffs were still on his right hand. Last night, his drug addiction was so severe that he survived it...

Cheng Qiyan shook his turbid head, obviously both of them had their clothes intact, and it didn't look like anything had happened.

But what is the memory in my mind... Could it be that I have a erotic dream?that's too...

Cheng Qiyan tried to get rid of those unbearable images in his mind, and cheered himself up. The most urgent thing at the moment was how to remove the manacles from that guy's hands. If the media knew that he, the dignified president, was handcuffed to the rooftop and blown by cold wind all night, then what would happen? ! ! !