Long Island High School

Song Jing hid in the bathroom with a racing heart, it was a big bathroom.It is divided into two areas, the marble sink, and a lot of bottles and jars are placed.Behind the glass door on the other side is a large white bathtub.Song Jing washed his face with water, but still felt hot.There is a Totoro mug and a toothbrush under the mirror. On the shelf are electric razors, aftershave lotion, perfume, and some unknown bottles and cans.Probably everything from facial cleanser to facial cream.Song Jing suddenly realized that this was He Wenzhou's bathroom.

It turned out that he already used a razor, and Song Jing had light hair and a clean face, so he didn't have such troubles yet.He was fiddling with the razor on the shelf, and suddenly activated the switch, which buzzed and vibrated in his hand, startling him.

He quickly closed it, and then touched the aftershave water unconsciously. The white frosted glass bottle, the bottle was very beautiful, and it smelled a little faint fragrance, which seemed to be the kind of fragrance that He Wenzhou often had.

He smelled them one by one, feeling like a pervert prying into other people's privacy, sinful and ashamed.He put it down in a hurry, and a small blue hose came into view, with foreign characters on it. Song Jing fiddled with it, sniffed it, read a few words, and suddenly found that it was used by boys to remove acne.As if he had picked up a hot potato, he immediately threw it away, his face flushed with fever.

There are also He Wenzhou's towels, bath towels, nightgowns hanging on the glass door... the smell of He Wenzhou is everywhere, a strange man, a strange lover he has never known, in this closed environment, surrounded , filled him.

Song Jing has never used any skin care products, nor has she had any adolescent troubles.The boys in the class had red bumps and mustaches one after another, laughing and joking with each other embarrassingly.He has never been, perhaps because he is indifferent and ascetic, he even seems to be slower in development...

He came out blushing and heartbeating, love seemed to make him grow up overnight, urging him to grow, urging him to understand.

It looked like an ordinary house from the outside, but it looked huge during the day, with a video room, gym, and game area. They were in the master bedroom and living room last night, and the decoration was very modern.He Wenzhou helped him to sit on the sofa, first took a glutinous rice cake and fed it into his mouth: "This is delicious, I have eaten several."

Song Jing took a bite, feeling that the stuffing inside was red beans, and it was still warm.

He Wenzhou looked at him with a smile: "Are you hungry? I still have more."

Song Jing shook his head.He eats a lot for breakfast and has no habit of eating snacks. Although a glutinous rice cake is not big, he only took a bite in his hand. Soon the red bean paste will be cold, and it will not taste good when it is cold. up.

He Wenzhou hugged this bag of glutinous rice cakes and warmed them with his body for a long time, watched him stop eating, and didn't dislike him, took the cold half of glutinous rice cakes, and swallowed them in one gulp.

Song Jing was dumbfounded for a long time, blushing and said: "What are you doing?"

He Wenzhou said innocently: "Why don't you eat it?"

"Then...then don't eat..."

What's left of me.

He Wenzhou rubbed against him with a smile, and touched his feet: "Does your feet still hurt?"

Song Jing said, "It doesn't hurt."

His heart was pounding violently, and he pulled out that leg silently.He Wenzhou groped him twice in a daze, still wanting more.

"How about I take you around?"

Song Jing secretly observed the layout of the room, and he could see it.

"How did you get to the master bedroom last night?"

It was his mother's room, and Song Jing only found out about it later. He threw himself into He Wenzhou's mother's bed and cried a lot, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"I haven't come to live in it recently. The other rooms are not very clean. My mother likes to be clean, so I have to go to her place first."

Song Jing asked him to support him: "I want to go and see your room."

"Okay."

He Wenzhou led him to the end of the corridor and opened a door.The room faces south, with a large floor-to-ceiling window and a small balcony. The bed is dark brown with blue floral sheets.The curtains are also blue, with the dark patterns of the blue waves of the sea, and the inner layer is a white gauze curtain. There are many books on the bookshelves, computers, wardrobes, and bedside tables, black, white and gray, and a relatively plain dress.

Only the sheets look small and rustic and cute.

He Wenzhou blushed: "My mother made it, I don't like these little flowers."

After closing the door, the two of them were in He Wenzhou's private space.

Song Jing touched the cotton bed sheet and smiled slightly: "It's very pretty."

The computer was at the end of the bed, and He Wenzhou sat in front of the computer and asked, "Do you have QQ?"

"No."

"Let me help you register, add me, and we will chat later."

"Ah."

He Wenzhou typed a few words, then asked, "Then what's your nickname?"

"Song Jing."

"Don't be so serious. Screen name, it's better to be lively."

Song Jing smiled and said, "I don't know."

"Then I'll pick one from you, Jing, Liqing, and me, Wenzhou. Let's call it Qingzhou, okay?"

"casual."

He Wenzhou took it upon himself to register a QQ account called Qingzhou for him, adding only himself.By the way, I registered an email address with the domain name of qingzhou, and sent a letter to my email address, hi, baby ~ reply by myself, hi, dear ~

Then save the email address and password, and send it to Song Jing's QQ: "I registered an email address for you, can you write to me when you are free during the summer vacation? I really want to receive your letter."

"Don't you text every day?"

"What the heck, I want that long letter that tells me what you've done and what you're thinking."

"I don't have that kind of time."

Song Jing lay unconsciously on He Wenzhou's bed. The blue flowered sheets exuded the smell of being sun-baked. He Wenzhou also climbed up and lay beside him: "Well, you don't need to write every day, just take time out occasionally. Write one, like a letter."

Song Jing looked at him in the reflection, and smiled: "We'll talk when we have time."

The two lay down and looked at each other like this, their hearts beat a little faster.The summer sun shone in through the gauze curtain, making the shadows faint. He Wenzhou turned around and lay flat on the bed to calm his heartbeat, but it was even more strange to lie side by side like this.The sheets belonged to He Wenzhou, the room belonged to He Wenzhou, and there was a He Wenzhou lying beside him, like a private meeting between the two, Song Jing quickly remembered that He Wenzhou just turned his head and saw his blushing cheeks, breathing hot.Without thinking, without thinking about anything, he pressed Song Jing's hand, leaned over and kissed him.

This time the kiss was different from so many times in the past, it seemed to be electrified, making both of them start to tremble.The summer clothes were very thin, and the boy's hands got into his shirt.The moment the palm of the hand touches the skin, it is actually not very smooth, with fine skin texture, tiny fluff and small bumps bitten by mosquitoes.The button of the shirt was unbuttoned, and he touched his round shoulders, and the palm of his hand stroked along the arm, stroking down the collarbone, bringing a kind of numb pleasure.Every cell in his body was welcoming him hop by hop, excited and trembling, the palms pressed against him, sticky and sweaty.

And He Wenzhou's face was red, and he had already touched his chest. Unlike the girl's, Song Jing's was flat, neither fragrant nor soft. His shoulders were wider, the color of his nipples was also very light, and his skin was so white that it glowed. The buttons were unbuttoned, and he was not wearing a vest underneath!

He Wenzhou didn't know why, he was panting like a cow, he just thought he was very sexy, extremely sexy.Song Jing's sexiness is different from anyone else's sexiness. His tightly closed eyes, trembling eyelashes, hands clutching his clothes in fear, and chest that is so white and shining are so fascinating.He couldn't help but grab the pink in his mouth, and the other hand didn't stay idle, stroking him without a teacher.

The top button had fallen off, revealing half of her shoulders.Song Jing clenched his teeth, choking sobs in his throat, he didn't dare to make a sound, only a few breaths leaked out.He put both hands on the boy's shoulders, pushing him weakly, like pushing him away but not like pushing him away.The tide submerged him and beat him ashore, and he lost his clear consciousness.

Both of them rubbed, touched, and kissed unconsciously on the bed. They didn't know how to relieve it, but their heads were dizzy, their bodies were hot, and the kiss was so swollen and painful.

Song Jing had a reaction for the first time, and the reaction was very swift and violent, trembling and trembling, a rush of hot blood rushed to the bottom.It was like being in a fire, and the whole body was burning.

He felt swollen and aching, and he was ashamed again.He hurriedly opened his eyes, pinched himself between his legs, and shrank back in fright.He Wenzhou opened those fascinated eyes, looked at him thoughtfully, and pulled a blanket to cover the two of them.

Under the pink light, breathing in each other's faces, hot and sticky, sweaty and air-clogging blankets.He Wenzhou gently but firmly broke away Song Jing's hand, and grasped him through the fabric of his trousers.

Song Jing cried and said, "No..."

He Wenzhou leaned over and kissed him: "Baby, I love you."