phantom hand

The early morning sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling glass that forgot to draw the curtains, and diffused into the bed in fragments, illuminating the two men sleeping in a mess that almost formed an abstract painting.

At first, Li Chuang just felt his face was itchy, so he didn't take it seriously, but he endured it several times, and finally opened his eyes unwillingly, but just once, the sunlight forced them to close them again, After repeated several times, I finally got used to this bright morning.

Sitting up and stretching a lot, Li Chuang realized that it was the sun that disturbed his clear dreams. Once the light conceived by nature shines on his face, it will always be warm and numb.

Unfortunately there is no wind.

The windows were closed tightly, and the only sound in the room was the quiet operation of the air conditioner.

Li Chuang put on his glasses reluctantly, then tiptoed out of bed, bent down to pick up the remote control from the floor beside the bedside table, and pressed it against the top of his head to close it, only to hear a beep, and the blinds slowly closed.Then Li Chuang quietly walked to the side and pushed open the window.

Li Chuang took a deep breath, closing his eyes and pretending to be relaxed and happy. What greeted him was a hot wave, turbulent and full of vigor.

After [-] seconds, Li Chuang decisively closed the window.No, it seemed to him that it was the door to the steam room in the bathing center that was closed.

Li Chuang confirmed that he is not suitable for blowing on the air conditioner for a long time, but he also confirmed that he cannot adapt to the weather here.The fact is that only one of the two can survive, so he chooses high technology without hesitation.

When he closed the window, he glanced at the opposite balcony. The distance between the two buildings was so close that he could see the sunflowers on the window sill of that house clearly. They were not high, and a few clusters were planted in flowerpots, all facing his direction. , the bright yellow petals form a large disc, as if it contains endless good hopes.

Li Chuang thought that perhaps he should plant a pot himself, so that he would not have to buy melon seeds in the future.

After yawning and stretching his muscles, Li Chuang was completely awake from the inside out.And accepted an unflattering reality, that is, he is still Zhao Qingyu, and everything is the same as yesterday.

The man was still asleep on the bed, his muscular muscles were slightly bronzed in the sun, and the briefs tightly wrapped his round buttocks. Because he was lying on his stomach, it was a pity that Li Chuang had no chance to judge his most important parts Is it commensurate with this good figure?

It was a boring morning, Li Chuang looked at the pig on his cutting board like a butcher, and commented on the quality of the meat calmly and objectively.

A few minutes later, Li Chuang yawned lazily again.

"Pig..." Li Chuang muttered and exhaled twice at the man's wretched side face. Seeing that the man didn't respond, he added another word, "Dead pig."

The man's trousers were draped over the chair, seemingly casual, but not wrinkled at all.Li Chuang suddenly became curious, reached into his trousers pocket and fumbled, and after a while he found a wallet, opened it, and slipped out the cards.Social security cards, bank cards, credit cards, club VIP cards, club membership cards, hotel VIP cards, etc., make people dizzy. There is also a gold card in the place where the photos should be placed. There is no English word on the whole surface, and the design is simple. And full of texture, you can probably see the grade.

However, Li Chuang was not interested in these, so he finally found the other party's second-generation ID card among the dazzling pile of cards. Li Chuang finally confirmed the other party's identity, Han Mukun.Li Chuang remembered the text message signed by Han.He originally wanted to say that Zhao Qingyu's nickname of "little thing" is quite popular, and whoever catches it calls it, but now he suddenly realizes that the co-author is one person.

It's just that since it's a boyfriend, Li Chuang thought, why not write his full name or Kun, it's weird to only enter Han in the address book.

"What are the thieves doing?" The man's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears, with a faint joke, "Lack of money?"

Li Chuang's ears were itching from being blown, so he dodged a little bit not used to it, and then turned his head to meet the face that still looked flat: "I'm short of money? I'm so poor that I only have RMB left!"

Han Mukun didn't realize it at first, and when he realized it, his shoulders shook with laughter: "You fucking went to Beijing to learn cross talk."

While putting on a T-shirt, Li Chuang said poorly, "It takes learning, I can learn by myself without a teacher."

"Fuck, I'll open a dyeing workshop if I give you some color, who the hell are you?" Han Mukun hummed teasingly, and at the same time looked at the lower body of the little thing slowly, from the feet to the calves, from the calves to the thighs, from the thighs to the thigh...

Li Chuang didn't know that Uncle Han, who had been starving all night, had recovered again. Just as he exposed his head from his T-shirt, he was crushed under him by the opponent. Li Chuang was about to lift his leg and kick, but the opponent's big hand had already covered him. When I got to his place, I rubbed it twice lightly and lightly, and the strength was directly vented.

Li Chuang wanted to cry, but Zhao Qingyu's body was a little too sensitive. With this physique, if he met a hooligan or something when he was shopping at night, he would definitely lose his virginity.

Han Mukun eagerly lifted off the T-shirt of the person under him, took the other's point in his mouth and bit it lightly, and his subordinates were not idle, continuing to caress skillfully.Under the attack from multiple parties, Li Chuang couldn't even finish his sentence, and only one thought came into his head——Han Mukun's method is absolutely technical.

Finally, Li Chuang disarmed and surrendered.

Adhering to the spirit of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, he also vaguely pulled it out for Han Mukun. During this period, Uncle Han yelled twice like a pig, accusing Li Chuang of plotting wrongdoing and trying to kill him.Li Chuang didn't care about that, and continued to imagine that he was holding a power grip as always.

Finally, the two calmed down, and Li Chuang avoided looking at the messy bed. To be honest, he still couldn't get used to it, so no matter how he thought about it, he felt disgusted.

Angrily, he put on his pants, and Li Chuang muttered sullenly: "What the hell are you doing in the morning?"

Han Mukun plausibly said: "Who made you flash in front of my eyes."

Li Chuang wanted to whip him with a belt: "I have to wear a camouflage uniform to sleep?"

Han Mukun smirked: "That won't work, how can you play with clothes on?"

Li Chuang's hand was pinched by the belt buckle, so he tried his best not to scold his mother.

"Tsk, are you embarrassed again?" Han Mukun didn't know, he only thought that the old shyness of the little thing had happened again, so it was rare for him to give a few words of encouragement: "Actually, you have made obvious progress, and you have made more waves than before."

A spear flew across the sky, and Li Chuang was directly poked to the ground.

Unconsciously, Uncle Han lay on the bed and looked up at the little thing: "What are you thinking about standing on the ground?"

Li Chuang ground his teeth loudly: "I'll kill you, and then fuck me."

Han Mukun looked at him thoughtfully for a long while, then suddenly grinned: "Then let's do it again before we die in love."

There is no such thing as the most shameless, only more shameless, Li Chuang asked the sky in silence——

Zhao Qingyu, what the hell are you looking for!

When he came out of Xiaoshi's house, Han Mukun felt refreshed.It's rare for him to feel this way in Zhao Qingyu's place. Even the time when he played tricks the most wildly, he didn't seem to feel as hearty and comfortable as today, but they didn't do anything at all last night, and they just used their hands in the morning. meaning.

So, this became a very interesting thing.

Han Mukun felt that he could dig out the inner core of this little thing again. After stripping off the forbearance, it was wild, frizzy, and very interesting.Uh, in other words, it's like a different person, looking lively, clever and funny, but actually a bit silly.

Sitting in the low-key black Audi, Han Mukun looked up at the window of Little Things's house while starting the car. As expected, a round head of Longdong was lying on it to watch him, as if he was afraid that he would not leave.

After closing the car windows and turning on the air conditioner, Han Mukun finally smiled amusedly after the cool wind completely refreshed the interior of the car. After laughing enough, the man raised his head slightly and let out a comfortable sigh.

At the same time, Zhao Qingyu, who was deep in the northeast, woke up with the smell of sweaty feet. The open window was blown open in the night, and a small wind blew all morning. Zhao Qingyu, who was cold and uncomfortable, opened his eyes and found that the pillow I don't know when there are more sneakers that haven't been brushed, the color can't be seen, and the uppers are worn beyond recognition.Looking up, a corner of the bed board on which the luggage was placed above the head was broken and a hole was leaking.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Li Chuang found a dessert shop downstairs from Zhao Qingyu's house. The iced sesame paste was the main dish, which was delicious.He was sitting on a high chair in the store, eating while watching the rush of people comfortably.He's still in Zhao Qingyu's body, which is a bit disappointing.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhao Qingyu dug out a board of chemical tablets suspected to be cold medicine from the drawer, swallowed two tablets with cold water, and then found that water was seeping in the toilet, and the gurgling, not rushing, water flowed in several directions, flowing from the ceiling like a spider web Come down, moist and cozy.He was still in Li Chuang's body, which was very disappointing.