Doomsday Food

On the gray bed, the man was half-sitting on the head of the bed, his head raised to expose his Adam's apple, and his right shoulder was exposed.

Two pairs of long legs, one leg bent, one leg flat.

Lu Yan found a cloth strip and covered the opponent's eyes.

When the line of sight is robbed, other senses of the body will be magnified, and Lu Yan's gaze seems to be invading every inch of his skin.

He heard the sound of the other party approaching, Lu Yan leaned over and asked him in his ear: "Do you mind if I leave marks on you?"

The heat hit his ear porch, and he felt goose bumps on the back of his neck.

He swallowed, shaking his head slowly and hesitantly.

His hands grabbed onto the quilt, and the heat hit his neck, his scalp began to tingle, and his body trembled slightly.

When the opponent's lips fell on his neck, he shrank his neck, and the warm and soft tip of his tongue lightly touched his skin.

He clutched the bed sheet tightly, and soon felt a faint tingling sensation on his neck, and a purple hickey was printed on his neck.

Lu Yan quickly backed away and returned to the easel.

Lu Yan drew this painting very quickly.

With the moon hanging high, Lu Yan put down his paintbrush, walked to Zhao Yichen's side, and gently lifted his blindfold and said, "Okay..."

Zhao Yichen saw the finished product.

With the bed as the background and myself as the subject, this painting was completed much faster than the morning one.

The self on the canvas has never been more attractive.

Just looking at it, he couldn't believe it was him, like a dissatisfied fairy, seducing innocent people.

Zhao Yichen avoided looking at Lu Yan and asked Lu Yan, "Are you hungry? I'll cook noodles—"

Lu Yan nodded: "Okay..."

He didn't tidy up the drawing board and brushes in Zhao Yichen's room, but moved them aside, as if he would use them again in this room soon.

Because of hunger, Zhao Yichen moved quickly, and two bowls of noodles were ready in a short while.

After eating, he called Zhao Damiao into the small building, closed the door of the small building, and the lights at night attracted flying insects.

Lu Yan washed the dishes and went back to Zhao Yichen's room.

He was about to take a change of clothes into the bathroom to take a shower. Lu Yan pressed the back of his hand and whispered in his ear, "Do you mind if I leave marks on you?"

Zhao Yichen's heart skipped a beat, no way no way no way?Did he miss it? !This beautiful big beauty is actually a gong?

He turned to look at the other person, those amber pupils were looking at him all the time, with a focused expression, and he nodded involuntarily.

Lu Yan put his forehead against his forehead: "Oh... so cute... I kiss my brother, okay?"

The tip of Lu Yan's nose rubbed against his, and soon the corner of his mouth was pecked with a kiss, and when he secretly thought that the other party was innocent, his mouth was tightly blocked.

The upper lip was grinded and licked by the other party, and the tip of the other party's tongue got into his mouth, swept it wantonly, and encouraged his tongue to dance together.

His tongue was caught by the other party, and then let go, his lips were slightly numb from the kiss.

The opponent's hand reached into his clothes, stroked along the smooth back, and then moved to the soft flesh below the waist.

He felt that his buttocks, which had never been touched by others, were like dough in the hands of the other party, and his fingertips rubbed against the groin from time to time.

It was as if a fire had ignited in his heart, and it was about to burn himself out soon.

Feeling that his body was occupied by a strange desire, he began to want the person in front of him to give him more, more...

Zhao Yichen whispered impatiently: "Give me..."