Xi Shijing

Qiao Weixian was half leaning on the head of the bed, a little dizzy.

The quilt was hot, so was Yuan Ji: Qiao Weixian could feel it on the tip of his nose.Yuan Ji's clothes were all unbuttoned, and his chest was pressed against his eyes, as if he was too nervous, and his skin was dark, but the tip of the blush was soft and trembling.

Yuanji couldn't help being nervous.He sat on his knees, raised his waist, and made a slight sound as his knees rubbed against the sheets.He grabbed Qiao Weixian's shoulders, tried his best to separate his legs, and put one hand around behind him, the thing he held in his hand was slippery, hard and red.

Yuan Ji blushed, he was clever and capable of doing things, but this was the only thing he couldn't figure out how to do.He tried for a long time, sweating profusely, as if dripping red.

"I, I won't--what do I want to..."

Qiao Weixian looked at him for a long while, his eyes were clouded.His chest heaved and he was panting, but he didn't respond, his one finger was long and thin, slowly squeezing Yuan Ji's narrow gap.In the end, the original clear boundary of skin color between the two compartments has turned into a harmonious flesh color, dripping all over.

Yuan Ji couldn't lift his face, only Qiao Weixian murmured: "Why, why don't you look at me?"

Yuan Ji was ashamed, and as soon as he raised his head, Qiao Weixian pressed his lips and teeth gently and deftly.

"Mm, um..." Yuan Ji didn't have any experience, and at this moment he looked naive, he was kissed by Qiao Weixian so that he let go of his guard, and his waist just obediently sank with his fingers.

It sank, followed by a sudden roar.

It is better to try once than to see a hundred times, and one try can be fatal.

"I--!"

Yuan Yoshihara could still speak, but now his throat was sticky and saw like a bellows.

He fell forward in a panic, trying to cling to something, but Qiao Weixian wedged him in place, so he had to lean forward and hug Qiao Weixian's neck tightly: "Woo! Don't, move, don't move... I !..."

Qiao Weixian had never felt that winter was so hot, it was not only hot, it was scalding hot, even his skin turned pink.The two compartments were fitted together without leaving a single gap, and the sweat dripped from Yuan Ji's chest, dripping onto Qiao Weixian's eyelids.

Yuan Ji's waist was held by Qiao Weixian, so he had no choice but to look up at this moment: "Mm, um!...Don't, don't..."

This feeling is really strange, and the graceful and graceful scenes of spending time with Qiao Weixian flashed quickly in his mind: none of them had anything to do with the swollen flesh stick on his back.

Qiao Weixian seemed to know that he was distracted, and pressed his head down with all his strength, his voice was as soft as a mosquito gnat: "You just look at me," his eyelashes were moist and shiny: "Don't, don't think about anything else."

Yuan Ji couldn't listen, his senses seemed to be out of order, the only thing he knew was that the delicate skin and tender flesh of the stick was burning his heart: Qiao Weixian was having sex with him, inside him.

For some unknown reason, Yuanji couldn't help but tighten his grip.This tightening was learned by him without a teacher, and the scorching heat spread from the entanglement to his back like a wave of sluggish heat.His lower abdomen tightened accordingly, and without even thinking about it, his mind taught him to lure Qiao Weixian to a happier and softer place.

How can I quote?

Yuan Ji's eyebrows were drawn down, he leaned on Qiao Huanxian's shoulder, and gradually raised his waist.Although his waist and abdomen were firm and strong, if Qiao Weixian hadn't pinched him so tightly, he might have collapsed at this moment.

"... Ah, ah... Huh!" He was in the chaos, and he didn't even notice that the end of his voice was low and low, and it was just one sound higher than the other.If not love

Thinking about each other, he must have no way of knowing that he also has such a voice.Yuan Ji's waist slumped, sucking on the back of his head unconsciously, as if begging, asking Qiao Weixian to do what he wanted.

Qiao Weixian's ears turned red from his shouting.He raised his face in a daze, and bit Yuan Ji's chest, which was soft and protruding, with the tip of his nose protruding inward, as if he really wanted to squeeze out some juice.

Qiao Weixian's lips were moist, and his words were like broken beads: "Call me... You, you call me?"

The gully in Yuanji's waist and abdomen was beaded with sweat during the ups and downs.

He has no way to deal with Qiao Weixian, let alone at this moment.

"Wei, Weixian," he opened his mouth and regretted it: Qiao Weixian responded sullenly, pinching the heel of his leg so red that he couldn't complete a sentence.

"Wu... woo! Weixian..." He lowered his head, as if gnashing his teeth. He obviously closed his eyes, but he seemed to see clusters of white fireworks, accompanied by tremors in his legs, which was like a wave of joy.

This joy seemed to give Yuanji some hints.

In a daze, he hugged Qiao Weixian to his chest, pressed it against his ear, and called out his name intermittently.

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Qiao Weixian didn't know that there were too many people now: he didn't have time to look outside.Yuan Ji's two arms were supported by his side, his head was lowered, his chest was red and swollen and darker than before.His breathing was deep and shallow, and he pleaded in a low voice: "My dear, come out?"

Although Qiao Weixian was also tired, he was somewhat proud of his fatigue: "You are younger than me."

Yuan Ji really didn't have the energy to argue with him, his arms went limp, and his upper body fell on Qiao Weixian's body, and the back was still connected, he couldn't control it.

Qiao Weixian said "Aiah", and patted Yuan Ji's back: "You—you're going to crush me to death!" But his hands went down, wrapped around Yuan Ji's waist, and hugged him.

Yuan Ji's face was pressed against Qiao Weixian's neck, smelling Qiao Weixian's scent, he seemed to have some vitality again, and he exerted all his strength bitterly: "If you can move this leg, will I still be able to live?"

Qiao Weixian laughed so hard that he twisted Yuan Ji's waist: "Nonsense, give me something nice to say!"

When the words fell to the ground, Yuan Ji remained silent for a long time.He shrank his head and looked at Qiao Weixian's chin, which was pressed against his chest so hotly:

"It's very comfortable and comfortable," he said frankly, afraid of appearing to be ignorant: "I don't know, I feel, feel itchy, and feel happy... What about you?"

Yuan Ji's chest was broad and soft, and Qiao Weixian shamelessly scratched the back of his hand, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out.He swallowed.I finally know what it means to be overjoyed and proud.But he didn't have the face to say it.He pressed the back of Yuan Ji's neck to prevent him from looking at him: "Guess for yourself!"

To say that Yuanji is indeed young.After resting for a while, after cleaning up by himself, he picked up Qiao Weixian, put a thin blanket across it, and was about to go to the bathroom to wash him up.He was walking like flying, and Qiao Weixian was bumping in his arms: "Didn't you say that you are dying of exhaustion? Slow down!"

Yuan Ji poked his head at the stairs, "Where did the child go?"

Qiao Weixian snorted twice: "He must have gone somewhere to hide from us. Don't underestimate him, he is not like you, he has a lot of eyes."

Yuan Ji was tongue-tied: "That, that's also..." Then he came back to his senses: "Am I short-hearted?"

Qiao Weixian laughed silently: "After the new year, a new handicap will be opened. I intend to use him and learn to do things for me."

He put his elbows on Yuan Ji's shoulders, his chin resting on the back of his hands, and said in a weary voice, "In the future, if he asks you, Police Officer Yuan, to do something, you have to accommodate him for my sake."

"What, what are you talking about, you and me..." Yuan Ji suddenly lifted Qiao Weixian up, and moved his face closer.Qiao Weixian closed his eyes with a smile, and waited for a long time but nothing came.He opened his eyes, only to see Yuan Ji laughing heartily: "I told you to bully me today, and I won't kiss you!"

Qiao Weixian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pulled his collar, and walked over by himself: "Don't be annoying!"

Qian's father and daughter returned home at noon the next day.Before leaving, Qian Youfang avoided Qiao Weixian, and explained a few words to Yuan Ji.

In the end, the little fat boy waited impatiently: "Father!" The little sparrow stood aside, took her luggage and carried it on her shoulders: "Butler Qian, I'll go see you off..."

Only then did Qian Youfang reluctantly bid farewell, took the little girl into the car of Qiao's residence, and left in the direction of the train station.

After watching Qiao Weixian for a long time, Yuan Ji took the place of Butler Qian and pushed Qiao Weixian into the house.He found that observing Qiao Weixian from this angle, it seemed that he always had something on his mind.

"Old Qian followed me, and suffered a lot. His wife left early, leaving behind a child. He didn't worry about me, and he didn't come home for a long time for many years."

"Year after year, it makes people grow old."

He turned into the hall, the lights were dimmed, and the door of the waiter's room was closed. The door should have been greeted by rich and talented people, but there was only a cat sitting at the door.This scene was lonely, Qiao Weixian was touched by the scene, and lost his sense of loss: "I will inevitably grow old one day. There will always be one day... You say that life is alive, after all..."

The cat obviously had no intention of discussing the issue, and just licked its paw.Yuan Ji went to turn on the light, then squatted in front of Qiao Weixian, pinched his hands one by one:

"Life is alive, how can there be any conclusions?" He calmly stroked Qiao Weixian's knuckles: "If you want to laugh, then laugh a lot; if you want to make trouble," Yuan Ji nodded: "You are angry." If you are old, I think you must be in good spirits, be careful not to make a fuss all night, especially this one who is celebrating Chinese New Year and disturbing me to sleep."

There is no one else in this room right now, so the hatchback is naturally held in this way.Qiao Weixian was held by him, and looking at Yuanji now, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was, and he couldn't help commenting: "Who is making trouble with you? It's disgusting!"