Professional dismantling

When Zhao Yao was in junior high school, he knew that his sexual orientation was different from others. He never concealed the fact that he didn't like women among his friends. The reason why he blatantly attacked Xiang Liqing today was entirely because of him. It's been several months since I went out to eat, and anyway, everything here is illusory, so it's okay to have fun.

But what he forgot is that Zhao Yao in the book is a straight man through and through, of course this is all for later.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom was still crisp in this quiet night. Zhao Yao stood in front of the standing mirror admiring his toned figure, something he couldn't ask for before.

A small designer in a small company, a salaried class, usually earns extra money besides working overtime, and finally finds time to go to eat, how can he have time to exercise such beautiful muscles.

He was half-turning to the mirror to admire his graceful waist line, only to hear a "pop", and suddenly his eyes went dark. He frowned and was about to shout, when he heard a small sound of closing the door outside.

The shout that was about to blurt out turned into a curved lip line at the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and touched a bath towel on the shelf to wrap his lower body, opened the door and walked out.

The outside room was also pitch black, Zhao Yao chuckled softly in the darkness, groped the wall with his hand and was about to turn on the light, when someone quickly pulled out the room card at the door.

"Liqing, don't make trouble, quickly insert the room card."

As he spoke, he stretched his arms and groped towards the door. Originally, Xiang Liqing was quite happy to play some tricks with him, but he was burdened with something in his heart and wanted to vent it. There is no interest in the fake style.

A hand stretched out from the side and grabbed his hand firmly. Before he could feel the sudden warm touch, the man's fingertips were gently tapping all the way up the back of his hand.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Zhao Yao chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand that kept falling, "We have agreed in advance that I will only do TOP, you...uh..."

The unfinished words were blocked by two hot and humid lips, Zhao Yao was angry and funny, thinking that he had made countless appointments, this was the first time he met someone so eager, the previous shyness was just pretending ?

Zhao Yao's insistence on being TOP is not based on the natural conquest of men, nor is it because of masculine dignity. It is mainly because of his own face. Being No. 1 will give people a contrasting cuteness, and the technology itself does not conflict with the face.

He raised his arm to push him away, Zhao Yao felt that this matter should be discussed when everyone was wearing their pants, and he would have the nerve to discuss it when they were hot when they took off their pants.

He just raised his hand and was about to push it forward, so as to inadvertently touch the man's chest, tie?Xiang Liqing is wearing a tie today?

Before Zhao Yao had time to think it through, he felt a sudden chill in his lower body, and the towel that was originally wrapped around his waist disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The room was quite stuffy before, but after Xiang Liqing left, he kept turning on the air conditioner. He didn't expect the temperature in this place to drop so quickly at night, and he felt his body cool when he pulled the towel.

"Hey...wait...I haven't...I'll go..."

Before he could utter a complete sentence, the man grabbed his waist with his backhand and threw him onto the bed half-embracing and half-embracing.

Zhao Yao originally had a head injury, but now that he fell like this, he felt that his eyes were a little blurred, and the room that was already dark in the middle of winter felt two shades darker again.

"Hey! I still have a wound on my head, no matter how anxious you are..." He was suddenly turned around when he was halfway through speaking, and the person immediately posted it, Zhao Yao felt his head hurt again A few minutes later, just as he was about to push him away, he was lifted by the hand on his waist...

Ruined!Zhao Yao only had this message in his head at the moment, he quickly took out his hand and touched the man's shoulder and back, then turned his hand and rubbed it on the abdomen, and the alarm bell suddenly rang in his mind.

This person is not Xiang Liqing!

After this idea was confirmed, Zhao Yao began to push and kick the person on his body with both hands and feet. He kicked the person's thigh hard with his feet, and only waited for the person to fall to the ground or let go of the pain. After him, he ran to another corner in the dark, but the man only grunted, but his movements didn't slow down at all.

Zhao Yao waved his hands and scratched at the man's face indiscriminately, and cursed in a rough voice, "Fuck you pervert, do you know who your grandpa and I are? If you are sensible, get off your grandpa Zhao quickly, or you will be killed." nice……"

Whether Zhao Yao gave that person a good look is another matter.However, if someone suddenly turned on the light at this time, Zhao Yao's appearance is probably pretty good.

Zhao Yao grabbed the man's face with all his strength, and the man grunted and dodged to the side, Zhao Yao still clearly felt that he had scratched him, and felt a little complacent, "Why? Like? Knowing that your Grandpa Zhao is amazing, hurry up and get off me."

The movement of the man's hands stopped, and Zhao Yao thought he was afraid of being scratched by himself, opened his mouth and was about to say something to cheer him up, when he suddenly felt his wrist tighten, followed by a pain.

Damn, this pervert tied their hands together with something.

He thought of the tie he had accidentally touched before, and secretly cursed the pervert for being so gentlemanly dressed that the tie was a fucking insult.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to become a woman in a second, so that he could shout for help at the top of his voice.In fact... he barked too, but for a slightly different reason.

After a while, Zhao Yao was surrounded by the feeling of being hugged by a heater in the ice and snow, like a small broom, it tickled him from the inside to the outside, and the oath he just made was instantly broken Wake up, it's not bad to have someone take care of you like this.

Zhao Yao imagined the appearance of the beautiful boys who had been with him in the past crying hoarsely, and thought that he would close his eyes and shed two tears at most, and it would be over.

Well, before he fainted, he always believed in this way.

Zhao Yao was lying on the bed, he could clearly feel that the sinking feeling beside the bed was gone, the man seemed to be about to leave, he used his chin as a fulcrum to turn his head lying on the side of the bed, and lifted his heavy eyelids Son, "I said..."

Seemingly startled by his own hoarse voice, it took him a while to lift his foot and kick the quilt angrily, it seemed to be pulled somewhere, causing him to twitch in pain.

The person who walked to the door put his hands on the handle, pressed his fingers slightly, and pressed down lightly. Hearing the sound, the movements of his hands paused.

Zhao Yao resisted deliberately ignoring the discomfort coming from his body, opened his eyes slightly and murmured as if jokingly said: "Brother, please leave a name."

The man opened the door for a moment, Zhao Yao opened his eyes slightly and looked over, the light from the corridor shone in through the crack of the door and hit the man, the man was probably looking sideways at him, his face and neck were covered with thick shadows Here, I can't see the face clearly.

Until the light in the crack of the door appeared and disappeared, Zhao Yao still thought it was a fantasy. The new version of Zhao Yao had not even started to enjoy his extravagant and lustful life, but he was forced by others indiscriminately, and he didn’t know whether it was round, flat, ugly or not. Ju Chou, no matter how he thinks, how aggrieved...

Before Zhao Yao fell asleep on the bed, a blurred figure from the back flashed in his mind...

It seems that the legs are quite long...

When Zhao Yao woke up the next day, he felt pain everywhere, the most painful was his head, besides the bump on the roof of the car yesterday, he also felt dizzy.

He blankly glanced at the tables, chairs, windows, and windows in the room from the ceiling. The mirror-like floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by thick curtains. Only a warm yellow desk lamp was turned on in the room. His gaze finally stopped at the bed. Covering his mouth with one hand and staring wide-eyed in astonishment, the bearded brother.

Frowning, he sat up slowly with his elbows on the bed, found a good posture for himself and leaned against the head of the bed, raised his hand to hook the quilt over his body, and immediately turned pale.

He glanced at Cao Wenjun with a guilty conscience, and seeing that his attention didn't seem to be on him, he raised his foot and kicked the quilt to cover it, pretending to be relaxed: "Don't act like a panicked girl. Boy, with your beard, I almost vomited out what I ate last night."

Cao Wenjun put away the astonishment on his face, bent down and twisted his fingers to pick up a white bath towel at his feet, shook his head and sighed, took a sharp step forward, turned his palm and put it on Zhao Yao's forehead, "You have a fever! ?”

"What are you shouting for?" Zhao Yao impatiently waved his hand away, frowning and wanted to say that he was fine, but when he looked up, he saw the bath towel in Cao Wenjun's hand, on which a huge black shoe print was shining brightly Reminding Zhao Yao of the tragedy last night, he lost his mood in an instant.

"Do you have a cold?" Cao Wenjun glanced at the messy bed while talking, "Or?" After thinking about it, he shook his head.

Zhao Yao ignored him, and wanted to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, but fell asleep without cleaning up last night, his face was very hot, probably because he had a fever.

Annoyed, he tore out the pillow on his back and threw it aside, and glanced at Cao Wenjun, "There are no arrangements for today? What kind of fashion show is it? It's over?"