Young man, rich and easy to talk

Qiushui hires Ting, and the sun shines brightly.

The sunshine in the water city of Nanzhen is different from their mountains and hills in Xuanhang. It is the days when autumn is approaching. Although it is cold at night, when the sun rises during the day, it is still so warm.

A tall and strong maroon horse was kneeling on all fours, with its head bowed on the grass, chewing the grass stalks near its mouth, and grunting and panting from time to time.

The horse's body was motionless, leaning against a man in only a shirt on his warm belly.

Qin Xi patted the horse's head rewardingly, and then hugged the man in his arms tightly.

Tang Wuming curled up in his arms like this, the sun left a circle of red marks on his face, he blinked his eyelashes, but he didn't open his eyes, because his body was firm and soft, he had been tossed all night I have no strength at all now.

He first heard a low horse cry.

Then there was a whistling sound from the top of the head, a slender and soft tune, drifting into the ears, it was a minor tune that Tang Wuming had never heard before, like some kind of ballad.

The song is very short, so short that Tang Wuming ended before he finished yawning a few times.

He opened his eyes slowly, and saw that the man above his head pursed his lips slightly, holding a curly semi-green leaf between his fingers, took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he hit the trembling leaf surface , it became a melodious minor tune.

Using leaves as a whistle, Tang Wuming can also do it, but it is usually used as a signal, or to pass the time when you are idle and bored. It is not easy to have a few ups and downs, let alone a complete tune.

After he finished the song again, he noticed a bewildered gaze in his arms, and then he smiled and took back the green leaf in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Qin Xichao reached out to touch his forehead.

"Hmm..." Tang Wuming saw that hand was about to turn over, and saw someone's light smile through the fingers, his mind that was still in a trance suddenly woke up, and he immediately remembered the madness of last night.

It was this person, this hand, who controlled him in a narrow world, made him want to die, and never let him go even if he begged for forgiveness.

Because he really couldn't bear to recall the first carnival, he turned his head, but just happened to see the low rock with a width of one person last night - there were two people lingering on it in a trance.

His face instantly steamed up.

Therefore, when Qin Xichao put his palm on his forehead, he felt that the tentacle was a kind of heat higher than normal body temperature.He became nervous, fearing that Tang Wuming might catch the wind and chill, so he carefully tried to stick his forehead on it again.

That face became even more steamy.

Tang Wuming scolded himself thousands of times in his heart, that he was useless, but he couldn't bear to think about what was so beautiful and beautiful, what was intriguing, and he couldn't control his thoughts.

When the breath sprinkled on his face and intermingled with his own breath, Tang Wuming's mind suddenly became hot.The two eyelashes were brushed twice and closed heavily, and a not-so-bright blush appeared on the cheeks.

Not like the color of the sun.

Qin Xichao pressed his cheek worriedly and asked, "What's wrong? Do you feel burned?"

Burn, why not burn, face burns, heart burns too.

I didn't feel anything after kissing so many times before, but once I poked something that shouldn't be poked, why did I feel that everything was wrong.

It's not right to hug, it's not right to kiss, it's not right to even talk so close to the ground.

He faltered and twisted his legs impatiently, "It's nothing, it's quite, very comfortable."

Qin Xichao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"...No..." Tang Wuming realized the ambiguity of what he said just now, and even wanted to get up to explain, but the emptiness in his waist and the heaviness in his lower limbs finally knocked him back.

He gasped as he fell down.

Waist, his old waist, it can be regarded as folded in his hands.

"Don't get up in a hurry, let's take a break." Qin Xi said with concern, and then stretched his hands down to his waist and crotch, wanting to knead and massage him.

But Tang Wuming called out, "Don't!" He let go of his voice completely, and he realized that his voice was a little hoarse. He was embarrassed to call out again, so he had to curl up even more.

"Aren't you going back, let's go?" Tang Wuming said in a deep voice.

Qin Xichao sized him up for a while, a playfulness gradually appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth tugged, and he bit his ear: "Wu Ming, you are more energetic than me."

"What, uh..."

Tang Wuming's whole body froze when he was about to push his elbow away, his teeth dug deep into his lower lip, and he forced himself to breathe out, "What the hell are you doing so early in the morning...ha... Crazy?"

Qin Xichao's hands were hidden under the loose clothes that wrapped him, covered with a certain spiritual object, rubbing them provocatively, feeling its rising and dancing hot temperature, and said with a smile, "This is not me. Crazy, you are too spiritual."

As he spoke, he played it skillfully, "Standing so high early in the morning."

Tang Wuming closed his eyes unbearably, no matter how much embarrassment he felt, it was all defeated by the feeling of the man's lower body, what a hell of a bright and bright world, no matter how Qin Xichao teased him, he had the right to enjoy a round of manual services.

He is not a person who can hold back, and the feeling came soon after a while.Tang Wuming pulled down that seemingly well-dressed man, and fiercely tore a deep kiss with him, blocking all the uncontrollable groans in his mouth.

Just take his hand and let it go, although it feels a lot better, but Tang Wuming has no strength at all, he is slouching and lazily tilted, his hands and feet are limp.

Leaning him on the warm belly of the horse, Qin Xichao washed his hands in the river before coming back to massage his waist, rubbing and saying, "How are you feeling now?"

Tang Wuming opened his eyes and glanced at him, he was embarrassed to speak, so he closed them again.

The belly of the horse lying on the pillow gurgled, Tang Wuming shrank his hands and feet, and almost fell into a deep sleep.A pair of hands went from the front to the back, wrapping him completely in a loose shirt.

After wrapping him up, he hugged him around his knees again.

Tang Wuming woke up in a jerk, struggling to jump out of Qin Xichao's arms, his knees softened when he landed and almost fell, Qin Xichao immediately lent him an arm to help him.

"What are you doing?"

"Take you home." Qin Xichao took it for granted.

"..."

He stood shirtless and barefoot in the grass.

The clothes are nothing, they are stained with blood and he really doesn't have the courage to wear them again, but what about the pants!Tang Wuming bowed his head, two bare thighs appeared from the seams of his clothes from time to time, the wind blowing his ass was cool, how coquettish and coquettish it really is.

Covering her legs, she raised her head and asked Qin Xichao, "Where are my pants?"

Qin Xichao shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face, "You thought the rock was too hard last night, and you tore it up to support your waist, and you couldn't even snatch it away."

Qin Xichao looked at him quietly, and he looked at himself quietly.

Immediately Tang Wuming covered his face silently - it seemed that there was such a thing, in the dream, he snatched a pair of pants from Qin Xichao, and Qin Xichao would tear them off as soon as he got angry...

It would be over if he just pulled it off, he seemed to have put his own hands under his waist, telling Qin Xichao that it would be comfortable to lie down like this.

"..." Fuck, there is nothing more embarrassing than this!Tang Wuming didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to be quiet.

It's too shameful to go home with naked testicles, I don't know if it's too late to go back to the house and go back to Huhangshan?

Tang Wuming squatted down with regret.

Qin Xichao shook his head and smiled, "Now I know I regret it, but I was too enthusiastic last night." After saying that, he stretched out his hand in front of someone, "Let's go, let's take you to find a place to freshen up first."

Tang Wuming looked up at the only horse and asked, "How to get there?"

Qin Xi whistled, and the horse stretched its hooves and stood up. He patted the horse's back and said, "Of course I will carry you."

"...No" Tang Wuming jumped up, straightened his waist, and there was a tearing pain behind him, burning and burning, but he still clenched his teeth and said, "I want to ride a horse too."

Qin Xi glanced over with a suspicious look, and landed on his waist and hips exactly. Tang Wuming was startled and immediately protected his butt.

Showing a warm smile, he pointed at the horse with his hand backwards, "If you can get on the horse by yourself, I will let you ride it."

Tang Wuming walked up to the horse carelessly, stepped on the pedal and was about to raise his leg, his face darkened involuntarily, whether he raised or let go of the leg, was especially embarrassing.

Qin Xichao walked over quickly, patted his stiff buttocks according to his posture, carried him on the horse by the waist, and let him sit sideways and lean against his arms. Tang Wuming wanted to struggle, so he used two hands neatly. His empty sleeves tied him up.

"I don't even ride a horse in my pants, so I'm not afraid of knocking something off." Qin Xichao held the rein in his hand, swung his whip, and did not forget to tease him.

Tang Wuming's eyes were full of sadness.

This cliff is black history, black history!