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"Enough, enough..."

Wen Tian's ear tips were covered with thin blood, and he was trembling everywhere, and he was coaxed to open his mouth a few times, and he couldn't count it.

In the beginning, Wen Tian was allowed to let out a muffled little grunt, but for some reason, Jiang Jing rubbed his lips and brought the tip of Wen Tian's wet tongue into his mouth, sucking him until he couldn't make a sound.

Wen Tian was at a loss and grabbed a piece of clothes on Jiang Jing's chest, closed his eyes tightly, not daring to see how he was kissed.

The reaction is really pure, the face is so pretty, anyone who sees it wants to rush to kiss it, taste the taste in the mouth, and see whether the bottom is soft or wet.

Jiang Jing kissed enough, and was finally willing to let go.

As soon as Jiang Jingfu let go, Wen Tian hurriedly sat up, gasping for breath.

He lowered his head very low, he didn't want the man to see his swollen lips, for fear of biting them again.

"Aren't you going back to your room?" A few minutes later, Wen Tian looked at Jiang Jing who was still in the room, and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Jiang Jing didn't seem to be completely unresponsive to the kiss, he stared lazily at Wen Tian for a while, and made a hoarse and low voice, "No reply."

Well, don't you need to sleep then?

Wen Tian thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes went dark, Jiang Jing turned off the light, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Wen Tian blinked, unable to adapt to the sudden change, asked tremblingly, "Why turn off the lights?"

After a rustle, Jiang Jing also lay down, and whispered to him: "Why else? Sleep."

So Jiang Jing didn't go back to the room, but wanted to sleep with him?

But obviously I have a bed, why do I have to sleep with him.

The bed is not too big, it is more than enough for Wen Tian to lie on it, but if you add another Jiang Jing, it will be difficult to turn over.

Jiang Jing didn't lie down under the quilt, but he put his arms around Wen Tian's waist.

Wen Tian was hugged with the quilt, his back was covered with sweat, his face was flushed, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

"Admiral, Admiral." Wen Tian couldn't hold back, and called out in a muffled voice.

I couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, Jiang Jing probably raised her eyelids, and said "um" in a deep voice.

Wen Tian blushed, bit his lips, and whispered, "I'm so hot..."

It's so hot, which means I want Jiang Jing to stop hugging him and sleep separately.

But Jiang Jing didn't know whether he didn't understand, or pretended not to understand, he lifted Wen Tian's quilt, "Then don't cover it."

Wen Tian didn't mean that at all, he was startled and anxious, his eyes widened a bit.

There was no covering, plus he was sweating from nervousness, Wen Tian's body was so fragrant, Jiang Jing's Adam's apple rolled, and he hugged the limp man again with an itch.

Wen Tian cringed and cowered next to the man, and everyone was frightened.

He thought that he would not be able to sleep that night, but within half an hour, his eyelids began to flicker, and he fell asleep unexpectedly.

At three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a heavy rain, and the lawn was muddy and muddy, with countless small dark holes eroded by the rain.

After Wen Tian got up, he opened the curtains and the room was still dark. Jiang Jing who had been holding him all night didn't know where he went.

That's good too, to save Wen Tian from embarrassment.

He got up, went to the bathroom with his messy hair to brush his teeth, the mouth of the person in the mirror was still a little swollen, Wen Tian didn't dare to look at it again after taking a look.

Wen Tian squeezed some paste on the toothbrush, drooled after brushing, and just spit it out, when he suddenly saw another person in the mirror, he was so frightened that he almost choked.

Jiang Jing didn't know when she leaned against the door, wearing a thin casual clothes, completely no longer the serious look of the previous formal clothes.

Wen Tian was stunned, his expression looked silly and cute, "Admiral, don't you need to go to the company?"

"Vacation." Jiang Jing replied briefly.

Wen Tian whispered "Oh", and wanted to wash his face again, but Jiang Jing walked in and pinched his chin, wanting to kiss him.

It was sudden and inexplicable.Wen Tian subconsciously tilted his head, and Jiang Jing only kissed the tip of his wet chin.

Jiang Jing caught up again and pressed his lips against his.

This time Wen Tian was not willing to open his mouth, he was afraid that the man would kiss him too much and his lips would be swollen and he would not be able to go to school.

Jiang Jing sucked his slightly swollen lip flesh little by little, not in a hurry, just staying on the wet red lower lip, biting and sucking.

Wen Tian was scratched to the core.

It's so itchy.

But he didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear that Jiang Jing would stick in directly.

Wen Tian's eyelashes trembled again and again. After being sucked for a few minutes, his tightly closed lips finally opened a little bit, and the next second he let out a muffled sound of rejection.

"F-kiss." Wen Tian blushed and pushed Jiang Jing, but his voice was still sticky.

Jiang Jing looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "It's been so many times, haven't you learned how to breathe yet?"

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, his face and head were so familiar, he stammered, "...I, I'm going to school."

"hold on."

Jiang Jing caught him, and the pretty little boy was pestered and kissed by the tall man for a while, and finally he couldn't even stand up, so he was let go.

Wen Tian hurriedly put the tooth cup back to its original position, picked up the key on the table, knowing that Jiang Jing was still looking at him, he went out without turning his head.

After a while, the door was opened again with a click, and a head poked out, "Goodbye, General."

Jiang Jing was a little surprised, Wen Tian had been walking for a long time before the corners of his mouth twitched indistinctly.

There was no class scheduled today, but Wen Tian was not idle at home, and went to the school library.

He and the administrator borrowed a few books related to his major, and chose a seat facing the sun by the window.

Wen Tian's sitting posture is very obedient, the edges of his shoes are close to each other, and his knees are also touching, so his whole body doesn't take up too much space.

He opened the borrowed book to a certain page, read it a few times, and wrote something down in the notebook.

It didn't take long before Wen Tian's eyes fell into darkness, blocking the sunlight coming in through the window.

Wen Tian raised his head blankly.

Standing in front of him was a boy he didn't know. He had some freckles on his inner cheeks and both sides of his cheeks. He looked shy and introverted, but he had a clean demeanor and dimples in his smile.

Wen Tian tilted his head and found that the boy didn't look like he was looking for someone else, so he looked at him in confusion.

The boy scratched his head, went through the words he had prepared in advance in his mind again, and said shyly, "Well, I want to buy you a cup of milk tea."

"I don't know what flavor you like to drink, so I bought the strawberry flavor. If you don't like it, I will buy it again."

Wen Tian pursed his lips, stood up and took it with both hands, and said softly: "No need, I like this too, thank you."

A look of joy appeared on the boy's brows, and he was about to say you're welcome, when he heard "Sorry" with a gentle smile from behind him.

Turning his head, he met a handsome man, "Secretary Shen?"

Shen Zhixu hummed, clasped the lid of the milk tea cup that was still steaming in Wen Tian's hand with five fingers, pulled it out and returned it to the boy, "He doesn't like sweet drinks, you can consider giving it to someone else, or drink it yourself."

Wen Tian: "?"

Wen Tian raised his eyes slightly, almost staring at Shen Zhixu, as if asking, "Who told you I don't like sweets?".

Shen Zhixu looked at Shang Wentian, the corners of his mouth never dropped, as if Yue Zu was not the one who made decisions for Wen Tian.

The boy saw that the two seemed to be acquainted, and he was no match for Shen Zhixu in every aspect, so he ran away like a defeated rooster.

Shen Zhixu smiled and sat on the single sofa opposite Wen Tian, ​​who was a little annoyed when Wen Tian raised his eyes.

"You don't live in the hotel now, where did you move?" Shen Zhixu asked after seeing Wen Tian sitting down again.

Wen Tian pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending that he didn't exist.

Shen Zhixu changed to a comfortable sitting position, "Are you still living with Jiang Jing?"

What I got again was the top of my head in indifference.

"Haven't you ever thought that Jiang Jing would think you were a drag? Eating and drinking from him, even a normal person wouldn't like this."

Wen Tian paused, and tightened his fingers holding the pen.

Shen Zhixu caught his subtle reactions in his eyes, and his deformed psychology was satisfied. He liked to see Wen Tian like this, "But if your status is being adopted, then let's talk about it."

"But when he gets tired of it, he will probably find a new boy. Have you decided to leave home?"

The tip of the pen turned a corner, and sudden scratches appeared on the notebook. Wen Tian raised his pale face, frowned and said, "Shen Zhixu, I'm annoying you."

"So stop talking to me."

The corners of Shen Zhixu's mouth dropped a little, his eyes were gloomy like a goshawk crawling in the field.

There was obvious resistance on Wen Tian's face, he seldom made such an expression, and only when facing Shen Zhixu, he picked up a stack of books, stood up from his seat, and walked to the front desk.

When he was away from Shen Zhixu's sight, Wen Tian's face collapsed, and his expression became more sullen as he walked away.

From the first day Wen Tian knew Shen Zhixu, Shen Zhixu was always keen to find some words to annoy him. He shouldn't worry about it, but he still couldn't help thinking along Shen Zhixu's words.

Will it be like that.

Does Jiang Jing really feel that he is a burden, and every time he is not allowed to work part-time to make money, is it just a polite excuse?

He also wondered for a while before, in Jiang Jing's eyes, he was just a stranger who hadn't investigated the details, why would he take him in, kiss him, and hug him.

If everyone was in danger and asked Jiang Jing for help, Jiang Jing would be exhausted.

Why is it special to him?

If, as Shen Zhixu said, all Jiang Jing's intimate actions towards him were just to his liking and for the purpose of nurturing him, then one day he would get tired of it.

Wen Tian doesn't like being raised.

Should he, too, move out quickly?

Move out, then pay off the debt as soon as possible.

The corners of Wen Tian's eyes were red as he thought about it, he didn't know when he walked to the basketball court.

Several people in the stadium had just finished a game, each carrying their own water bottle, and walked out from the only exit of the block, and the one in the middle was Qu Yu.

Qu Yu still had a fixed bad face that others owed him millions of dollars, which would remain unchanged for thousands of years.

There were streaks of dust on his arms and jaw, which should have been rubbed against him while playing basketball, but even so, his hair was still unrestrained, without damaging the brilliance at all, and the sweat on his body would not make people feel bad.

"Stay away from me, you smell bad."

Qu Yu was forced to hug her shoulders by her friend, because she was too tall, she had to bow her head to be hugged.

He thought the family was smelly, and cursing didn't work, so he could only be forced to listen to some unnutritious words. While listening, he lifted the corner of his clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead and the side of his face with a cotton cloth, absent-mindedly wondering if he had listened .

Both of them didn't look at the road, Wen Tian stepped on Qu Yu's shoe, and the toe of the expensive-looking shoe immediately printed a dirty black mark.

Qu Yu made a sound, and blurted out a dirty word, "Do you have fucking eyes on top of your head?"

Wen Tian's face turned red and pale with fright, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Hearing the slow voice, Qu Yu stopped the car with the curse words on his lips, frowned and lowered his head.

Wen Tian, ​​who was halfway lower than him, didn't even lift his head, his eyelashes drooped, his eye circles were pitifully flushed, he sucked his nose, trying to stop himself from crying, but the more he held back his eyes became redder and moister.

What's wrong again.

The person in front of him looked so aggrieved that Qu Yu didn't even bother to listen to what the people next to him were saying.

I also forgot about being stepped on.

He kicked the people around him to get out, threw an unused clean towel into Wen Tian's hands, and said with a stinky face, "How many times do you cry every day? If you want to cry, you can go home and cry. There are so many people here. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Wen Tian squeezed the towel, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in a muffled voice, "No, I don't think so. If you don't think so, you can walk away."

"Oh, then I'm leaving." Qu Yu glanced at Wen Tian's head for a few times, seeing that he didn't speak, turned around, and really left.

Wen Tian paused for a while, his nose sore.

After a few seconds, Qu Yu, who had gone far away, suddenly turned back, stood in front of him, and said with a stiff face, "Don't cry, can I take you to play?"

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