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Oiling is really not a good thing, the skin touches, the heat burns, and finally the skin rubs, and the lust is ignited, but he still presses me to lie on my stomach, with oil on his hands, proficiently teasing me, I wake up early He was on fire, but was strictly forbidden to move around, so he could only lie on his stomach impatiently.His palms slid from my shoulders to my buttocks, again and again, the numb and hot feeling was ignited from head to heel, and the two chests were passively rubbed by the linen sheet, and soon a dense layer of sweat formed on my body , mixed with oil, I moaned in a low voice impatiently, but he seemed to ignore it, rubbing the oil with a serious look, until the back was wiped from head to toe, he ordered me to turn over, I closed my eyes and covered my face Ashamed, pretending to be dead and refusing to turn over, he finally couldn't help laughing softly, inserted his strong arms under me, and grabbed my already raised desire, but his body covered my back, and in addition A hand turned away from my face, biting my lips forcefully.

I was rubbed back and forth by him, and finally cried and begged, and he asked me in my ear in a daze: "Jiashu...do you still love me?"

I picked up a ray of clarity in my desire, hesitated to tell a lie, but he didn't seem to want to hear my answer, lowered his head and kissed me fiercely, and then resolutely drove each blow directly past the deadly The point is that he is so familiar with my body that I quickly forgot about it and fell into a daze.

In the middle of the night, I felt him smoking in the room, looking down at me, I was too tired to care about him.I was repeatedly asked by him many times, and it was very ruthless as if stimulating every sensitive part of me, but it still seemed not enough. I don't know what else he wants, I only know that he is still stroking my back: "and It was different before..." I was so messed up at the time that I couldn't even cry out, and I still remember sneering: Of course it's different... My body was developed by him back then, but I couldn't let it go. Reluctant to give up... Now I am loyal to desire, without hypocrisy, and treat him as a massage stick... He will soon find that it is too difficult to find the previous feeling in me, no one can stay in the clean past forever.

In fact, I also know the difference. I have never encountered the feeling of unity of body and soul as if the soul had come out of the body. I have never met Cheng Jun again.His skills are more proficient than in the past, presumably these years will not be short of companions, it is cool, but it is always a little bit worse.When the skin touches, you will tremble with excitement, open your body like a sacrifice, hold your breath when you enter, long for the other party more and deeper, and want to possess and eat the other party forever, every time seems to be the last time, dying The usual shaking and struggling and crying—these are gone.

A man's body and emotion can be separated, I really don't want to admit that the difference is love.

When I wake up in the morning, the room is full of sunlight. When I decorated the whole room, I deliberately made it very transparent, so that the early morning sunlight can evaporate the years of resentment and depression in my bones.

Cheng Jun was lying on the bed, probably because he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, I didn't wake him up when I got up.Half of his face is buried in the soft pillow, his broad back muscles are beautiful, his light honey-colored skin is almost crystal-clear in the sun, and the silk blanket is so shockingly beautiful on his body that it almost makes people pay everything for it, desperately, and abandon it. Self-respect, give all of yourself willingly.

I went to the kitchen to fry sausage and eggs. The laid out eggs were perfectly round, and the yolks were half-coagulated. I bought the sausages from a special store. Their sausages are sold very fast every year, so they are sold quickly after they are made. They are burnt. Crispy and tough, and then the stewed white rice porridge, the grains are distinct but soft, glutinous and smooth. Cheng Jun's family has always made Chinese food pies, so I took out a handful of sour beans from the sour jar, chopped them finely and mixed them Stir-fry some minced meat with sesame oil to make a side dish to serve with porridge.

When it came out, Cheng Jun had finished washing. Seeing my breakfast, his face was rather surprised. He sat down and took a sip, and said with an unpredictable expression on his face: "I never thought you could cook."

I smiled and said nothing, but my throat was slightly blocked. At that time, Cheng Jun was a young master from the rich family. He was cold and unapproachable to ordinary people at school, but he was the only one who was gentle with me. He had all three meals and nights and supper after self-study with his own hands. Make it for me, how can I not misunderstand that he has feelings for me back then?Have you ever seen a benefactor cook for a pet himself, and the meal will never fail?

Looking back after many years, it is clear that Cheng Dashao has a picky tongue. He seldom eats things made by others and outsiders, so he works hard and develops his cooking skills. I am just when he cooks for himself By the way.When I was young, I knew that Cheng Jun came from a rich family, but I didn’t know that rich people are also divided into different classes. Cheng’s family is so low-key that I don’t need to deliberately advertise that I am rich, so I didn’t know that I was rich. There is such a huge social class gap between him and Cheng Jun...

I ate poorly at home since I was a child, and my mother cooked for me. Later, I ate in the cafeteria at the boarding house. I didn’t care about what I ate, but during the two years I lived with him, my appetite was raised by him, so that when I fell into the quagmire, I couldn’t adapt in every possible way. , the food outside is simply unsightly and difficult to swallow.When I was stable, I was finally forced to cook by myself, and then I realized that the vegetables, meat and even rice oil in Cheng Dashao's house were not commonly available in the market. The taste of Thai fragrant rice is a bit like his home. It tastes like rice, but it doesn’t have that blue color, and it can barely be eaten. The eggs must be chai eggs, small and fresh, and most of them can’t be bought in the market. If you have to find them hard to come by, pork must be black pork. , I had to grow up eating vegetables, and the feed was light and firewood... He spoiled one of my tongues, and then let go, leaving me alone from now on. Do the same, looking for the taste that you are familiar with.

Cheng Jun actually appreciated his face and ate two bowls, and then praised: "Your capers are good, where did you buy them?"

I smiled slightly, where did you buy it?That is the sour vat I pickled myself. I adjusted the seasoning over and over again, and finally found the most suitable taste. At that time, his family had a vat of mustard greens. When he got up in the morning, he picked up a plate, sprinkled some fine sugar, and woke up in the morning. Drink it with hot porridge, and then go out for a morning run to sign in. In the winter morning, the breath is white steaming. Sometimes I can't help but hug and kiss under the camphor tree by the roadside, and I can taste the slight mustard in his mouth. The taste is slightly spicy and sweet.

So I have never dared to challenge myself to pickled mustard greens. I just threw beans, cabbage and so on into the tank, which seemed to be there but not true. I was deeply imprinted by him all over my body, but I still stubbornly believed that I could quit. , start a new life... so I started a long period of withdrawal.

Just when I thought I could survive without him, he came back and intervened in my life forcefully.

He saw that I was silent for a long time, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "I still don't like to talk like before... I also learned some Western food when I went abroad, and I wanted to show you my breakfast... Like last night, how can you still eat?" Get up early."

I pursed my lips, and Cheng Jun still smiled narrowly: "Let me bake you pizza for lunch... how about the shrimp?"

I had no choice but to respond: "Okay... I'll do whatever I want."

In the next few days, he really made a few western dishes... He was very excited and asked me to try them, just like when he learned new dishes from books or somewhere, he made them and asked me to try them. At first I said yes eat, so he carefully taught me to identify.From rice to oil, from wine to meat...he almost remade me.

Resting at home for a few days, I spent most of the time without clothes on. At night, I was always hugged by him and fell asleep, and woke up in his arms. Even if I didn’t have sex, he would take off my clothes The habit of sleeping with naked clothes close to the skin is the same as before. When I think about it, I actually developed the habit of sleeping naked from him... I used to wonder if he had skin hunger, But it's not that he is eager for others to touch him, but he likes to touch people.

And those memories that seem to have been deliberately buried are also constantly jumped out by those familiar physical contacts. After the evening self-study, he rode a bicycle to take me back to the residence, and the street lights at night passed by one by one. The ground also kept passing by, and the scent of thyme came from the night wind... Later, when I was learning sketching, I liked to draw white flowers, because it seemed that such white flowers were always planted in the campus, and the clusters of thyme in the flower beds were full of flowers. Snow-white and fragrant, as well as holly, gardenia, and magnolia, all have a strong but pure fragrance, accompanied by the whole carefree youth...short and beautiful, like the rust marks when the white flowers are dying The creases are thrillingly cruel on the rich petals.