Xia Lang

The sound sensor lights lit up one after another, illuminating the area where Li Zhaozhuo was. His sluggish eyes turned stiffly, and not long after, the man stepped into his abyss-like dead eyes with light.

There is an elevator in Song Linju's residence, but since the floor is not too high, he is more used to taking the stairs when he has nothing to do.

Walking to his own floor, Song Linju took out the key, and when he looked up, he saw the tall man standing at the door. He was a little surprised and at the same time his floating heart fell into place, "...Li Zhaozhuo?"

He subconsciously glanced at his watch as if confirming that the hour hand was slightly shifted by 12.

How could he suddenly appear at his door, or so late?

Li Zhaozhuo took a step back to the side, the floor's built-in sensor light hit his face, leaving a shadow under his high eyebrows, the black eyes and bloodshot eyes made him look gloomy and depressing, Amber The pupils are dimmed.

"Open the door." His voice was hoarse and dull with a grainy feel, as if it had been cut by the cold wind.

His gloomy and world-weary appearance made Song Linju a little worried, his gentle brows were slightly frowned, and the "Why are you here?" on the side of his mouth was replaced by a gentle caring sentence, "You... what's wrong?"

But Li Zhaozhuo didn't seem to hear it at all, just stared at him with terrifying eyes, and he repeated: "Open the door."

The look that doesn't listen to anything is stubborn and paranoid.

Inexplicably, Song Linju's heart was suffocated by his silent eyes that seemed unable to penetrate a single gleam of light, he looked at him with his lips pursed, and did not speak again.

The two stood at the door, neither of them moved.

In this silent confrontation, it was Song Linju who finally compromised first.

Glancing over the man's deeply tired eyebrows and pale and chapped thin lips, Song Linju let out a soundless breath, and as if sighing softly, he still stepped forward and opened the door.

I don't know how long he has been waiting here, and I don't know how to call him when he stands at the door of his house in such a cold day.

The locked cylinder was opened one after another, and Song Linju stepped into the hallway first, his back unsuspectingly opened to the tall man with gloomy eyes behind him.

"come in."

Song Linju groped with his slender fingers to turn on the light in the living room. When the wind blew behind him, the glottal door was closed heavily, making the glass doors of the balcony humming, and the light from the sensor lights in the corridor disappeared quickly. Shrink the door gap until it is completely locked out of the door.

Before Song Linju had time to adapt to the suddenly darkened environment, someone grabbed his wrist vigorously and slammed him on the sofa. Although it didn't hurt, Song Linju was still momentarily stunned.

do you have heart

His hands were so cold, like slugs of ice hanging from the eaves in winter that had been blown by the cold wind all night.

Taking advantage of such a short breath, the man quickly clasped his two thin wrists together in the palm of his hand, his strong forearm firmly pressed on Song Linju's chest, and his long legs firmly pressed between his legs.

There was no hesitation or sluggishness in the few flowing movements, as if he had deduced it thousands of times in his mind, and he became Song Linju's human-shaped shackles at an extremely fast speed.

Being so tightly imprisoned, Song Linju subconsciously struggled against his sore wrist, but Li Zhaozhuo thought he was trying to escape, and could not help but push Song Linju's hands above his head.

Because of his posture, with such a forceful push, Song Linju's chest was pulled up, and he spread himself completely under the man's mouth like a sacrifice.

Unexplainably, being treated so harshly, clay figurines will also have a three-point temper. Song Linju frowned, "Li... um..."

But as soon as the words of warning came out, the man leaned over and blocked his lips. Taking advantage of Song Linju's speaking, Li Zhaozhuo drove straight to the target.

His lips were cold, dry to the point of itching, but his tongue was hot.

Song Linju struggled a few times. Not only did he not break free, but he also pushed himself into the man's arms because of his exertion. The key point was that his hard knees were still pressing against him. The more violently he struggled, the more friction and contact there would be. just in case……

Song Linju's throat rolled slightly, he closed his eyes, calmed down his restless breathing a little, and didn't dare to move again.

In the end, I still have to blame myself, but if he had been so defensive against him, it wouldn't be the current situation.

Xu was stimulated by his swallowing movement, and Li Zhaozhuo, who noticed that he had given up struggling, put his hand on his chest and caressed his slightly hot side face under the intimate movements, and lifted his face to kiss more intensely.

The ferocious and wild movements are like the desperate resistance of a hungry beast, eager to dismantle the prey that has lost its resistance, so as to appease the constantly clamoring, hungry and aching stomach.

The sound of squatting water, the man's heavy and forbearing panting, and the occasional creaking sofa that can't bear the weight gradually heat up the supposedly cold autumn night, like a hot wind suddenly blowing from a scorching summer day. It makes people sweat a fine layer, sticky and hot.

Song Linju was forced to raise his head, and was kissed from ear to ear by the man's violent movements. His saliva was flowing, and the man's rough hand slowly moved down and landed on his straight neck.

The touch under the hand is slender and flexible, as if it can be broken with a little force, but the vigorously pulsating meridian under the hand shows vigorous vitality.

Although the man just covered his neck with his hands without using much strength, the neck is the most sensitive and fragile part of the human body, and the threat of an adult male's powerful palm still made Song Linju's body tense involuntarily.

But the man seems to like this place very much, and he can't stop rubbing it with his fingertips, especially on his Adam's apple protruding like a distant mountain. Every time the thick callus passes over the delicate skin, it will rub a slight itchy feeling, and it will penetrate into the flesh like sparks, a little bit. Gathering, the slight pressure on the throat made the Adam's apple roll up and down uncomfortably, but the man's fingers followed like a shadow.

After playing with the beautiful distant mountains, the man's hand continued to go down dissatisfied, but the cold button under his Adam's apple blocked his aggression, and he directly tore open the tightly buttoned shirt of the young man.

All his little patience was used to touch every inch of the young man's skin.

The coldness directly attached to the bare skin without intervals, Song Linju's hair stood on end, and the muscles all over his body became more tense under the coldness, and the smooth lines accumulated strength.

The big palm with protruding joints was completely spread out on the thin but strong chest, completely and tightly attached to the young man's skin.

Rough calluses, deep and mottled palm prints have been grinded little by little to smooth and warm vigorous breasts, and tight and smooth muscles are intoxicatingly warm and fulfilling.

It was probably due to the heat generated by friction. Under the man's vigorous and tireless stroking, Song Linju, who was in his clothes wide open, had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead from the heat flowing from his body.

The two young men were like two pieces of dry wood in autumn, and the friction between them produced a dangerous and scorching fire.

The more you touch, the desire that has been suppressed to the bottom will be watered enough, and it will grow into a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun, clamoring for more nutrients.

He wants more.

Song Linju could feel the man's breathing getting heavier and heavier in his neck, the hand that had been hovering around his thin waist gradually slipped down, his fingers had already touched his belt, and the situation seemed to be getting out of control.

The alarm in Song Linju's mind was sounded immediately, and he didn't care whether he would touch his knee that was on top of him, so he struggled hard to free his clenched hands, and shouted: "Li Zhaozhuo, please be sober."

But the man seemed to have never heard of it, and violently pulled the belt with his big palm.

Just as the man pulled his belt away with a "swish", Song Linju pulled his hand out and slapped him in desperation.

There was a crisp "snap", which was especially loud in the quiet living room.

The ear-piercing sound was the sound of ice and snow condensing, the closed room suddenly turned cold, and the filled air was sluggish and cold.

Song Linju clenched his numb fingertips, feeling a little helpless.

The merciless slap made Li Zhaozhuo turn his head away, his ears were buzzing, and his thoughts, which were already on the verge of collapse, became even more chaotic under the external force.

He pushed his numb right cheek, his eyes closed gloomyly, and he didn't even know what he was talking about, "Why, it's only been a few days since you're not allowed to touch it? top."

The scene described in just one sentence made Song Linju's brain explode and his scalp tingle.

Because this scene is not unfamiliar to him. After all, these days mornings, he would get morning erection because of the dream that was so real that it almost seemed to have happened. He always thought that those were just his vain fantasies.

But he didn't think about how the heat and pleasure that were so realistic that it made the scalp tingle could be just a dream that never happened.

He said with a difficult tone, "That night..."

Li Zhaozhuo was strangely calm, "You said you used Chinese medicine and asked me to help you, but after you used it up, you forgot about me."

Song Linju who heard his description suddenly felt like a scumbag with the tone of talking about a sex toy.

That turned out to be true.

Song Linju, who has always been rational, didn't know how to deal with himself for a while.

He pursed his wet and numb lips, "I'm sorry, I thought it was a dream."

The man didn't speak, but let out an inexplicable gasp from his nasal cavity.

He changed the subject, "Did Shang Jun go out to have fun today?"

How did he know that he was with Shang Jun today?

Song Linju, who was vaguely aware of something, said softly, "It's okay."

"I'm so happy with her that I almost forgot to go home, is that okay?"

He is like a hedgehog in distress, spreading his spines all over his body.

"you like her?"

silence.

The seemingly endless silence made Li Zhaozhuo's already dark eyes sink