The Evolution of End Times Rebirth

Xia Chen let go of Yang Zefeng's earlobe, and the originally round and beautiful earlobe became red and swollen.

"Does it hurt?" Xia Chen asked in a distressed tone.

"No." Yang Zefeng turned his head coldly.

Xia Chen supported Yang Zefeng's cheek with both hands, leaned over to put the other's earlobe in his mouth, and gently licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"You have pierced ears, why didn't you bring them, how about I give you one another day." Xia Chen said in a vague voice.

"Don't." The moist and warm touch came from the sensitive earlobe continuously, Yang Zefeng could only hold the edge of the bed tightly with both hands to restrain himself, not to tremble in his words.

Xia Chen knew in his heart that Yang Zefeng's skin was much more sensitive than ordinary people, so he didn't seem to notice the other person's abnormality, instead of stopping, he even intensified biting the pierced ear with his teeth lightly or heavily.

Yang Zefeng finally understood that it is useless to scold Xia Chen, he doesn't mind at all, if he fights against him, whether he can succeed or not depends on the other party's mood, it seems that he is the one who suffers in the end!

"Hmm..." Yang Zefeng no longer suppressed his voice.The hand that was clasping the edge of the bed, grabbed Xia Chen's forearm, and pinched his nails hard.

"It hurts, darling, you are really a cruel person." Although he only said that, the smile on Xia Chen's face did not change.Let go of Yang Zefeng's earlobe, and kissed along the slightly raised neck.

The raised Adam's apple was bitten gently.

"Whispering!" The hasty words trembled.

"Baby, you obviously feel it too."

Obviously, Yang Zefeng's grip on Xia Chen's hand cannot affect the opponent's movements.

"Ah um..."

"Since you don't want to do it, you can use your hands."

Yang Zefeng couldn't think of resisting for a while, and Xia Chen didn't give the other party a chance to resist.He insisted on pressing Yang Zefeng for almost an hour before letting him go.

Xia Chen looked around and there seemed to be no tissues lying around, so he turned over and got out of bed, shaking the liquid off his hands.

Yang Zefeng hadn't recovered from the lingering rhyme, and lay there in a daze, gasping for breath.

Xia Chen lifted his trousers with his hands, he was too lazy to put on his shoes, and walked into the bathroom barefoot.

Takes a roll from a bag of rolls hanging on a hook on the wall.

While pulling some paper to wipe off the semen splashed on the lower abdomen, he walked back to the bed.He tore some paper again and wiped Yang Zefeng's hands. When he was about to help the other party wipe his body, the other party twisted his waist and sat up to avoid it.

"I'll do it myself." Yang Zefeng roared in a hoarse voice, grabbing the rolled paper that Xia Chen put aside.

It seemed that there were still some trembling hands, and they wiped off the stained things on their bodies indiscriminately.

Xia Chen didn't mind throwing the paper in his hand into the wastebasket on the side.

In fact, as long as Yang Zefeng cooperates a bit when going to bed, he really doesn't care about other things, just treat it as fun.

Xia Chen put on the shirt that was casually placed on the bed frame before, walked to the bed where he slept and sat down, "There is water here, if you want to drink, you can take it yourself."

On the desk next to Xia Chen's bed, the water cup used at noon was filled with clean water.

Casting a glance at Xia Chen who was sitting upright and starting to practice, Yang Zefeng withdrew his gaze and wanted to put on his clothes, but he raised his eyes to see that his shirt was crumpled and rolled up at the foot of the bed, where he could not wear it.

"Grass……"

Yang Zefeng got up and took the coat that he threw on the chair, and put it on, but he couldn't hide the marks on his neck that Xia Chen had kissed.