Peacock

Holding the [-]-up soda in my hand, I stared at the painting in a trance, and I didn't even know when Tangling was standing behind me.

"Any ideas?"

I didn't turn around, "What do you mean by asking that?"

Hearing my words, Tang Ling leaned against the wall beside me, staring at the mildew on the leaking ceiling, and suddenly smiled.

It's just that I have never met such a weird person, and I couldn't tell whether the smile was contempt, ridicule, or something else.

I took the coat from him: "Cousin Tangling, don't call me Xianningqi from now on."

"My name is Truth," I said.

Tang Ling stared at me for a while, and then said, "Understood, little monk."

Knowing that art comes from life, the image in the painting comes from the self, and whether the person in the painting is me, this question is only understood by Tang Ling.What's more, even if I represent what?I would also like to post it upside down as a nude model.

The only single-seater sofa in the room was already showing signs of collapse, but I sat down carelessly, and then sank into the old springs and sponges, and my legs were about to stick up on Tangling's face .

With this embarrassed posture, I suddenly asked, "Why did you come to Baima?"

Tang Ling didn't care, and asked instead: "How did you get the injury on your hand?"

"I do not want to say."

He raised his eyelids and looked at me: "I don't want to either."

Is this the first time that negotiations have failed?I can't help thinking.

"I just want to be your friend."

Obviously, Tang Ling didn't believe it, and waited for my next wave of words with some sophistication.

"You are alone in Baima, and so am I. In order not to be alone, we have to be united to each other."

Before the words finished, I saw Tang Ling walking towards me, leaning on the armrest of the sofa and looking down at me.We were so close to nose-to-nose that I felt like I could hear his eyelashes fluttering softly.

For a moment, I completely held my breath subconsciously, and a long hammer beat against my chest.

Suddenly, he smiled curiously and asked in a low voice, "Like me?"

"I like it." It's rare for me to be so honest: "But I don't know you too. At present, you are just the kind of woman who covets beauty, and it's fine if you don't get it."

Tang Ling still smiled, but when she laughed, the whites of her eyes could not be seen, they turned into two curved black moons.Inexplicably, I was a little annoyed with embarrassment, because I didn't understand why he always showed such ease as if he didn't care about anything.

"I heard that Chen Wumian will go to Freedom the day after tomorrow, and then I will tell her that you will cuckold her everywhere." I gritted my teeth, "No one will block your high heels this time."

"Who are you talking about?" Tang Ling said, "You?"

I was dizzy with anger: "That woman on the balcony just now."

His light-colored hair was so dry and stiff that it stubbornly scratched my eyelids. When I was about to turn my face away to hide, he got up and sat on the armrest with my back behind his back.

"Chen Wumian is not my girlfriend."

Unable to bear my strong doubts, although he cherished words like gold, he still opened his mouth to explain.Chen Xing is the owner of Erjiu Studio. When Tang Ling first came to Baima, Chen Xing gave him a job. Chen Xing also rented this house to him, and Chen Wumian is Chen Xing's biological sister.

"so what?"

"Chen Xing is very kind to me, so I can't have anything to do with Chen Wumian."

I leaned forward: "Can't sleep, or don't want to sleep?"

"It doesn't matter."

Tang Ling added: "It doesn't matter if you sleep alone, but occasionally when you wake up and see someone sleeping next to you, it feels good."

I was puzzled: "Does the word 'sleep' in our two mouths mean the same thing?"

"For me, yes."

I fell silent.The huge philosophical thoughts contained in it made me silent. I feel that Tang Ling is more suitable to play the novice than me, and maybe he should be called the abbot.

"So in your eyes, am I the same kind of person as Chen Wumian?" I asked, "A stalker."

"You're a pervert." Tang Ling turned to look at me, "But it's much more interesting."

The wet Baima started to drizzle again, but the sound of hitting the window was more like a sandstorm, with a distinct graininess.

The breath has become a traitor to the brain, and I can't control it well.As if instinctively, I approached Tangling slowly, but Tangling didn't hide. It seemed that this word had never been in his dictionary.

I kissed his cheek.

"It's just like that?" Tang Ling's tone was childish, like a tease.

It's just that?Realizing this, I was also frightened by myself, caught in a frantic situation, and completely froze in front of his eyes.

I stretched out my hand and pressed Tang Ling back to the sofa, I sat on his waist, leaned down to kiss him again in anger, almost biting him.The teeth collided, and it hurt both of them.

Without alcohol immersion, it is difficult for me to face up to my undisciplined flirting, but since I met Tang Ling, I realized that the lower limit of shamelessness can be so low, and there are still people in this world who are within the limit Cooperate with your shamelessness.I often hypnotize myself thinking that since the beginning of the story has already been like this, it is not surprising that I can make something.

The shirt rubbed my two nipples sorely. I twisted my body weirdly, but it was still difficult to relieve.I want Tangling to lick me, not only the nipples, but I also want to see how he holds my dick, if I fuck his mouth, will he cry like me, if it can make him close to suffocation Will do.

I pulled his belt and tied his hands and table legs together, but he just stared at my every move with a kind of indifferent and curious eyes the whole time.

The red drowned my skin, in fact, I was a little timid to ask, "So can I rape you?"

"It's fine if you sit up." Tang Ling said.

I reached out and touched his crotch, and there was a big bag: "What is it, okay."

Tang Ling took it for granted: "I was kissed by you."

Just as I was about to take off Tang Ling's clothes, this poorly soundproofed neighborhood showed its own unique advantages—we could hear the sound of high heels and women's scolding.

"Chen Wumian."

I was so frightened that I almost softened, "What should I do?"

"Don't let her know that I'm here." Tangling's expression didn't change at all, which always made me feel that this was not an emergency.

I whispered, "I just don't open the door."

"This house belongs to her." Tang Ling said, "She has the key."

It seems to be a quarrel on the phone, Chen Wumian's scolding is getting closer and closer, and I can even hear what she is scolding, similar to "you made me like this", "I will sue sooner or later" .

Tangling adjusted the angle a little and then took her hand out of the rope smoothly, which left me dumbfounded for a while.

"I'll teach you next time." Seeing my ecstasy, Tang Ling coaxed me to promise that I would teach me how to tie him up next time. I think he will have to reap the consequences one day.

I felt that my brain was really short-circuited, and I actually pushed the hero of the story into the kitchen, and then closed the kitchen door to prepare to go to the enemy alone.

It wasn't until I opened the door and met Chen Wumian's eyes that I realized that the person who should be in the kitchen now is me.

"you again?"

I smiled awkwardly.

Chen Wumian stepped in and took a look: "What about him?"

"Teacher Tang went shopping."

Only now did Chen Wumian stop and glance at me with probing eyes: "What are you playing?"

"No, I'm really a student of Erjiu Studio."

I saw Chen Wumian walked in naturally, and before I could remind him, Chen Wumian had already sat on the single-seater sofa with hidden secrets, so he also ended up in the same fate as I just ended.What's even more pitiful is that the short skirt Chen Wumian was wearing might not be of good quality, and the thread was undone after such a toss, and the sound of tearing was very clear in this embarrassingly quiet room.

Chen Wumian probably cared more about face than I did, her face was red with anger when she got up in embarrassment, and the maroon wool rolls floated with her breath like seaweed.

Suddenly there was a very clear laugh.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Conscience, I didn't laugh.Looking up again, I saw a hand dangling out from the crack of the kitchen door, beckoning to me twice, and then Tang Ling poked out half of his golden head, and he winked at me.

He was happy, but my face turned pale with fright.Originally, it is reasonable to apply it to teachers and students, but once Chen Wumian perceives the secrecy, I feel that my face can be torn off by her on the spot to be used as a painted skin.

Chen Wumian got up suddenly and walked to the kitchen, I hurriedly stood in front of her: "What is sister going to do?"

"thirsty."

"There are drinks in the refrigerator! Sit down, and I'll get them for you."

Chen Wumian glanced at me dissatisfied, but fortunately he sat back on the stool in the end.

I turned around and went into the kitchen as if fleeing for my life, but I was pushed down on the running washing machine, Tang Ling was propped on both sides of my body, her eyes were bent and she showed a smirk.

"What are you doing……!"

Tangling didn't answer, and started to pull my crotch zipper.I was pressed on the washing machine by him like a fish that was about to be slaughtered, and then he leaned over and kissed my things through the fabric of the underwear, the wetness of the tip of his tongue stained the fabric a little dark, and his eyes rolled Glancing down, I feel a rush of lust.

Tangling pulled down my boxers, held my half-hard penis and sucked it in. His mouth was wet and hot, and his tongue was like a hotbed of dreams. I felt that all of this was hotter than my penis. up.My pants were half-faded, my legs were curled up in despair, and the washing machine under me was vibrating intermittently, causing the head of my penis to hit the roof of his palate violently from time to time. times.

He began to swallow up and down, and wrapped his tongue around the column from time to time, the lustful sound of water and the low swallowing sound in his throat were not swallowed by the roar of the machine.When he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast slender gray shadows on his fair face, and his hair was also very light, which actually made him appear transparent and broken at this time.I feel like my cock is starting to sprout in the damp medium, and the vines are growing and filling my whole world.

After more than a dozen strokes, he pulled back, blew lightly on my trembling penis that was still moist, raised his eyelids, and met my dizzy eyes: "Is it cool?"

"Ha...Tang Ling..." I gasped, almost completely confused by him.

"What water did you bring out?" Chen Wumian's voice sounded from outside, "Fresh squeezed juice?"

"Now, I'm looking for it! The things in his refrigerator... ah..." The words broke at the moment when Tang Ling rubbed my penis with her fingertips, I blinked, and tried my best to say, "...too many. "

Tang Ling held my lifeline so that I didn't dare to move at all. He leaned over to touch the tip of my nose, his lips brushed against his lips, and a low, smoky voice sounded between his lips: "Will you wait?"

"Wait...what?" I didn't dare to breathe again.

I saw him take a glass from the cabinet with his other hand, and then stuffed my stiff penis into it: "Freshly squeezed juice, you can bring it to her later."

The cold touch of the glass made me bend my body in fear, "Tang Ling...!"

The sound of high heels sounded again, my face turned pale, and I hurriedly grabbed his arm, I was so frightened that I was about to cry, because Tang Ling's face became blurred again in front of my eyes.

And he just pulled up my trousers slowly for me, because that thing is really hard, and it's really embarrassing for it to be wrapped in underwear.

At the moment when the high heels slammed on the door for the last time, he pushed me to the door.

The kitchen door was pulled open abruptly, and I stood to welcome Chen Wumian in an extremely weird posture, still holding the glass that I had just put my penis in.