【Rebirth】Late Cool

"Yeah," Zhou Xiangwan hiccupped.

Drunk.

……

Wu Liang covered his nose and silently retreated into the corner of the wall.

Zhou Xiangwan hiccupped again in aggrieved manner.

"Wu Liang, I don't dislike the smell of barbecue charcoal on your body!"

"What's the smell on my body?" Wu Liang raised his hand and smelled it, and thought it was all right.

"You can't smell it yourself, your nervous system is sadly numb!"

"Okay, okay," Wu Liang felt that what Zhou Xiangwan said made sense, "I'm going to take a shower, you go to sleep next door first, I'll clean up later."

Zhou Xiangwan was full of wine, food and thoughts, his eyes lit up three times, and he waved: "Go, go."

He watched Wu Liang go to the bathroom, and tidied up the mess on the floor.

"Tut duk," Zhou Xiangwan heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, "Sir, do you need a back scrub?"

"No need, next one."

Zhou Xiangwan unscrewed the bathroom door and posed in a classic exhibitionist pose: "Then sir, do you need scrubbing service?"

Wu Liang was rubbing bubbles on his body with a bath ball, seeing this really refreshed his understanding of Zhou Xiangwan.

Meowing a meow, I couldn't see it.

He said frantically, "Didn't you wash it?"

Zhou Xiangwan let out a barbell-like laugh, and squeezed beside Wu Liang to rub the slippery foam on his body.Then he opened the bathtub water inlet smoothly.

He was embraced by Zhou Xiangwan, the foam became the best retarder, the sensitive parts of his upper body were touched without hindrance, his hot breath sprayed on his shoulders: "I want to do it, want you."

"Go to bed]..."

"No, can't you do well in the bathtub? Unlock a new posture today."

"Okay." Sure enough, he couldn't refuse any of his requests. His criticism of himself ended in Zhou Xiangwan's kiss the next moment.

When Zhou Xiangwan kissed him, he would lock him firmly in his arms, first rubbed his nose against him like a small animal, opened his mouth to tentatively bite his lip, and rubbed it lightly with his upper teeth.When he opened his mouth unconsciously, he wrapped his tongue around him, robbing him of oxygen, he was forced to breathe through his nose, the sensitive palate was swept by the flexible tip of his tongue, and his scalp was numb. With a muffled nasal voice, he turned his head to escape, but he pressed the back of his head, and could only be trapped there to accept everything he gave.

Zhou Xiangwan didn't let go of Wu Liang until the oxygen was almost bottomed out. The warm light from the Yuba made his skin as flawless as ceramics. There was a rain of peach blossoms falling.

Zhou Xiangwan licked the moisture from the corners of his eyes, his voice was hoarse with desire: "I'm not a playboy, all I want is you, only you. You must be good."

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