The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

"There may be a problem." Old Zhao said in a low voice.

"Will you divorce if there is no problem?" Wang Xiaohuo asked back.

"It's not that question." Old Zhao seemed a little hesitant at this time.

"don't know."

"That's the one, that one!"

Wang Xiaohuo was confused for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously.

"I still don't understand it for a long time? It's just that there is something wrong with my body."

"No way!" Wang Xiaohuo blurted out.

At this time, someone came to fetch water, and they both shut up at the same time.Old Zhao laughed dryly, while Wang Xiaohuo blushed.At this time, he was in the mood of a child who had accidentally done something wrong, excited and frightened, he greeted Lao Zhao in a low voice and quickly ran away.

Turning around the corner of the office building, his footsteps couldn't help but slow down, and his mood suddenly became extremely depressed, even a little sad. This was an inexplicable faint feeling that made his heart feel like a needle prick.

"What does it have to do with me?" Wang Xiaohuo tried to get rid of this unreasonable sadness.

The few minutes' journey became so long, Ouyang Lin's face stretched and magnified infinitely in his mind, it was so big that he couldn't bear it, it made him afraid, and he was at a loss.

When I went upstairs, I saw Ouyang Lin standing in front of the glass window in the corridor of his office door, slowly approaching, I saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, eyes closed and motionless.

The wind was blowing slowly, blowing over his somewhat soaked shirt, blowing over his short stubble, blowing over his body, so that Wang Xiaohuo could smell the breath emanating from his body very close.

"Are you tired?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ouyang Lin opened his eyes and turned his head to ask.

His eyes were like a flash of lightning that made Wang Xiaohuo tremble all over, he dodged, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Unaware of his change, Ouyang Lin patted his trousers and laughed, "I accidentally splashed water on my body just now, look, people don't know that they just peed on their legs when they went to the toilet."

The water stain remained between the legs, the size of a palm, and because the pants were very light in color, it was a bit obvious.

"It doesn't matter." Wang Xiaohuo said casually.

"That's right. It's a good thing that the weather is fine and windy today. If you stand here, you won't be able to blow for a while and you'll be done." Ouyang Lin tugged at the zipper of his pants and shook them left and right.

The range of movement is not too big, but Wang Xiaohuo can still clearly see the slightly raised thing under the trousers shaking back and forth with his hands.For a moment, Wang Xiaohuo suddenly thought of what Old Zhao said, and his face turned red. He didn't dare to look at it, but he couldn't help guessing, could there be something wrong with him?

Seeing him suddenly flushed and shy, Ouyang Lin was taken aback for a moment, then understood, put down his hands embarrassingly, and coughed twice.

Wang Xiaohuo walked quickly past him with unnatural steps, his nose was filled with the faint fragrance of soap from him.

Like sweet-scented osmanthus in August, it becomes more intense in the dead of night. In his sleep that night, Wang Xiaohuo seemed to fall into the flowers on the green grass. The green leaves gently touched his cheeks. The strong fragrance of flowers made him forget himself. Intoxicated, there is a hand gently twitching in his heart, touching every nerve in his body, the sky in the dream is blue, the white clouds are stretching and changing, drifting slowly, very quiet, quiet He could only hear his own pulse, and suddenly, all the clouds gathered towards the place where his gaze was cast, forming a face, a face that made him extremely panic.

He wanted to escape, but his body seemed to be tightly bound by ropes, unable to move. He yelled in horror, his throat seemed to be stuffed with hemp balls, and he couldn't utter a word even after exhausting all his strength.

"Ouyang Lin, Ouyang Lin, go away!" Seeing his face getting closer and closer, he twisted his body vigorously.

Ouyang Lin smiled and stretched out his hand to embrace him tenderly, rubbing his face with his short stubble, but he strongly refused, a gust of warm wind passed by, and he was horrified to find that his whole body had changed in a blink of an eye. Naked, looking down, a spear rose into the sky from the lush black grass, standing proudly between his legs.Fear turned into shame, and he tucked his heels in, trying to hide the indecent thing.

Beside his ear, Ouyang Lin giggled with that slightly magnetic tone, his heart was chilled when he laughed, his hands were warm and slightly slippery, he stroked his chest, and slipped down against his lower abdomen, at this moment, his body was disobedient Trembling violently, the spear went mad like seeing blood, swaggering and ramming.

Wang Xiaohuo resisted and groaned until he let go of the original shame and was controlled by the fire of desire. Coupled with the powerful Zhang Chi movement of the palm of his crotch, his emotions became more and more excited, and the feeling became more and more intense. It seemed that there was a ball in his body. Fire, you can only find peace if you let it spout out completely.

The temperature in his body is getting higher and higher, and the lava stored in the ground is getting higher and higher, and it is about to burst out of the hole. He shivered, and suddenly woke up from his dream, waiting to stop the thick flow of lava from rushing out. , it was too late, his hands were scorching hot, and the palms were filled with wet liquid in an instant. At the same time, the spear, which was still extremely hard just now, gradually shrank, and limp on the sticky palms.

It was not yet dawn, and the furnishings in the room could be vaguely seen, and there was a strange smell in the blanket covering his body. Wang Xiaohuo didn't dare to delay, so he quickly got up from the bed, stood up straight, looked down, and drew a picture in the middle of his pants. A large map, with a thick translucent liquid like snot remaining between the five fingers.

"What kind of messed up ghost dream?" He muttered in disgust. At this time, there was no pleasure after orgasm in his body, but more of an inexplicable panic.

Nocturnal emission is quite normal for him at this age, but the passion in the dream is actually done with a man, all this makes him unable to understand, imagine, let alone believe, but the dream is so clear and clear It was as if his body was really touched by Ouyang Lin, including of course the warm and moist palms that made him collapse in the end.

"Is there something wrong with my head? How can I have a dream with him..." Wang Xiaohuo was very frightened, and his heart pounded against his chest.