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The joy of visiting the garden is poured into the soft and mellow flute sound. When she really finished blowing this tune that is devoted to her lover, she has no more nostalgia, holding the bamboo flute on her chest, and rushing happily Another world.

On the day of her burial, Shi Fangman timidly peeped at his uncle's livid face, lifted the coffin and carried it to the hearse, when he heard a low voice from the man beside him.

"madman!"

But Shi Fangman knew that she left happily, and the strong sorrow and angry accusations were only left in the crowd of onlookers. She must not care, and she might even proudly puff her chest out and shake off her long hair. Braided, holding the old and warm palm of the lover, saluting ladylikely, thank you for this extremely apt evaluation.

The iron was hanging between his hands and feet, and he tried hard to do everything in this posture. He couldn't put on his clothes, so he took two off-white thin blankets, wrapped them around his body, and tied them tightly.

With a light pink turtleneck sweater, ultramarine blue jeans, and white sneakers, with the scent of spring flowers, that lunatic opened the door again.

The thin high collar covers the protruding Adam's apple, and the long hair hangs down on the shoulders. The two perfectly cover the horrible purple scar a few days ago. He stood at the door, his face flushed slightly, his eyebrows and eyes curved, Holding a bouquet of tender bright yellow roses.

"I was going to buy forget-me-nots today, but the clerk told me that the flower language of yellow roses is to apologize for love."

"Brother, I'm sorry, I scared you that day."

"Forgive me, okay?"

He put the flowers in a vase, took out a new issue of the magazine and handed it over, but Fang Man didn't pick it up.

"I want that clock."

Yan Zheng shook his head slightly: "But I forgot to bring it this time."

"Do you want to know what time it is? Well, the sun had not set when I came here."

"I want that clock."

Even if there is nothing else, at the most boring time, as long as you stare at the rotating pointer and listen to the sound of walking, you can feel that you are still alive.

Outside what he can't see, the world is turning in an orderly manner, from sunrise to sunset, day after day, always moving forward, this imprisonment, there will always be an end.

"I want that clock, how can you give it to me?"

The young man gave Shi Fangman a shy look, and said softly, "I just want to continue what I did last time and just help my brother take a bath."

He even raised his hand obediently and put it next to his ear: "I will never do anything else, just keep my word."

Shi Fang was full of anger, held back his anger, pointed to the yellow rose and said, "Didn't you apologize just now?"

"Yes."

He stood up, blushing.

"So this time I'll take my time, good service."

"But I won't force you."

"If you don't want to, I'll go first."

He uttered threatening words in a soft tone, his eyes were bright, and he looked straight at Shi Fangman without hiding.

After a long time, the thin blanket fell to the ground.

Shi Fangman turned his back, walked into the bathtub and lay down.

Yan Zheng adjusted the water temperature, and did not step into the very spacious bathtub. He squatted down, took a small plastic chair from under the bathroom and sat down. skin.

The water flow is not strong, and it will not cause discomfort when it falls on the body. On the contrary, it is as gentle as a spring breeze and drizzle, and both the body and mind are comfortable.

The bathtub was almost full of water. Yan Zheng rolled up the cuff of his sweater, took off a rubber band from his wrist, raised his neck slightly, and raised his long hair into a ponytail. Two white ears.

He raised the shower head and looked at Shi Fang with a smile: "Brother, tilt your head, you have to wash your hair."

The man lowered his head so that he could rinse his hair and apply the foaming shampoo on it. The sweet and rich honey smell permeated the water vapor.The dexterous ten fingers stroked the wet hair and massaged the scalp, making a white noise of "wiping".

After rinsing, apply the hair conditioner again in the same operation. It has the same sweet honey smell, but the texture of the conditioner is thicker and smoother. There is no sound of friction, only Yan Zheng's deep voice softly Humming a song.

Shi Fangman has been very stiff since the beginning, and even the gentle melody of the music is like a very sharp sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

The sliding fingers stopped, and the water flow washed away the sticky hair cream from top to bottom. The singing paused, and the next second, the warm fingers moved to Shi Fangman's neck. Hard nails and soft fingers The abdomen rubbed against an arc from the jaw to the collarbone, numb and itchy, and the back immediately tensed.

He raised his head, turned to Yan Zheng and shouted: "You said not to do anything else!"

"yes……"

Yan Zheng raised his lips innocently: "I just want to help my brother take a bath."

His fingers wandered on the sunken collarbone, and clasped lightly erotically.

"Don't you wash here when you take a shower?"

The pink nails point to the heart of the left chest, only one or two centimeters away from the trembling pale pink breasts.

Yan Zheng's face was flushed, and he still looked a little shy, but his eyes were like a small hook, falling back and forth on the tip of the pale pink nipple, and he smiled: "Brother, don't lie."

Shi Fangman subconsciously bowed his body and put his chest in his mouth. This action caused Yan Zheng to laugh even louder. He immediately became angry from embarrassment, and shouted over with red ears: "I wash it myself!"

"No, I told you that I bathed my brother..."

He leaned forward and pressed on Shi Fangman's shoulder, exhaled like blue, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his beautiful eyes blinked: "Otherwise, I'll leave, and brother will never get that clock again."

"Isn't it hard to have no time? Then be patient a little bit."

"I am also patient today..."

When he took the hand that was full at the time, the man didn't realize what he was going to do until he touched the bulging and throbbing cock under the rough jeans, and saw the young man's blush cheeks and wet eyes Then he withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded.

Yan Zheng's eyes were wet, he gasped for breath, and rubbed his shoulder coquettishly: "Wait a little longer!"

"Brother's hand is very soft and comfortable, and he just touched it through his pants. It's you touching me, not me touching you!"

This guy was more shameless than he imagined, Shi Fang was completely at a loss, he splashed some water in the bathtub, then pushed his heavy head on his shoulders, and said in embarrassment: "You...you go away..."

Yan Zheng moved away with a blushing face, grabbed Fangman's wrists that were connected together with both hands, and dropped two passionate and lingering kisses on the inside, then lifted them up, lifted them up, and pressed them hard against the glass wall above his head.

Open the plug of the bathtub with one hand, and the water level in the bathtub receded quickly. A naked and thin body was placed in the cold white ceramic bathtub, curled up in a restrained posture, and there were still crystal water marks on the smooth skin.

Under the cold and hard metal frame, a bright and vibrant blush appeared, and the chains rattled and rattled on the glass and the cylinder wall, unable to struggle, just watching Yan Zheng squeeze out the shower gel with one hand, touching On the white and greasy chest that rises and falls rapidly with the breath.

The young man moved slowly, his fingers moved around along the texture of the muscles, drawing erotic circles around the pale pink breasts, and the soft nipples gradually protruded, like a pale pink pebble embedded in the snow-white luster Ganoderma lucidum.

He kneaded it perfunctorily and roughly with his palms, exerting force with his five fingers, his thick and hard knuckles sank into a mass of soft flesh, only the milk grains were hard and bulging, sticking up against his palm.

Shi Fangman couldn't bear it anymore.

"I don't want it anymore! Get lost!"

"Get out now!"

Yan Zheng let out a chuckle from his throat.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

"I don't want that clock anymore!"

"Well……"

He reluctantly moved his hand away and raised it up: "Then I won't move here, okay?"

"Brother, come by yourself, okay?"

Shi Fangman looked at him, and Yan Zhengcai slowly lifted the hand that was pressing on his wrist.

The lens was covered with mist, and he couldn't see clearly anyway, so he wiped it on his chest a few times indiscriminately, and the young man sighed in disapproval.

Shi Fang didn't pay any attention, after he wiped the shower gel, he bent his legs, and wiped it from his thighs to his toes indiscriminately. He lowered his head, looking forward to finishing it quickly.

Finally, the washed down water took away all the white bubbles, leaving only the sweet and seductive aroma of honey.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, met Yan Zheng's smiling gaze, and stretched out his hand: "Bath towel."

Yan Zheng folded his long legs and sat on a small plastic chair. His posture was as non-aggressive as a kindergarten child who obediently sat down and waited for the teacher to serve the meal. Hearing this, he just blinked his bright eyes, smiled innocently, and didn't move at all.

Shi Fang sighed wearily.

He is a failed teacher, and he has no tricks to deal with such a rambunctious child.

"Are you endless?"

Yan Zheng lay on the bathtub wall, tilted his head and looked at him, with ruddy ears under his bundled black hair, he replied shyly and gently.

"But brother..."

"It's not cleaned here."

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Like a flexible water snake, the arms plunged into the bathtub, circled around the upper body, and slid between the bent and tightly closed legs.

Shi Fangman lifted his feet and kicked him, but Yan Zheng dodged him. The man grabbed his feet tightly and raised them upwards.

The buttocks slid away on the slippery white porcelain, the whole body slid down, and fell into the water flow at its maximum speed, Shi Fangman stretched his arms around the back of Yan Zheng's neck at the last moment of sliding down, Gritting his teeth and applying force, he also staggered, the chair fell to the ground, and his upper body fell into the water in a state of embarrassment.

The pink sweater was covered with splashes of water, and wet hair stuck to his face. After Yan Zheng was stunned for the first time, he soon