Cannon fodder is always forced to become a group favorite

It was already twelve o'clock when the car arrived at the hotel they had booked.

As soon as Dou Qin parked the car, before he even applied the handbrake, the door of the back seat opened with a "crash", and Yun You jumped out impatiently, so fast that he almost fell down, as if there was some horrific beast behind him.

The scourge behind him helped him helplessly, saying: "Slow down, don't fall."

Yun You didn't even reply, he covered his waist with one hand, waved the other randomly, and walked towards the hotel as fast as he could.Zhang Siqi hurriedly followed up with the big bag and small bag in his arms, repeatedly urging him to wait.

Dou Qin was stunned and said, "What's wrong, Brother Yunyou?"

He just raised the front and rear fenders, so it's not clear what happened behind.

Ling Xiaoxing's expression is the same as usual, but as an assistant who often stays with Ling Xiaoxing, Dou Qin still keenly reads from the slight curvature of the corner of his mouth that he is in a good mood at the moment, even happy .

After contacting Yunyou who fled from the desert just now, Dou Qin immediately expressed some meaning, and raised his eyebrows: "Is there any progress?"

The smile on the corner of Ling Xiaoxing's mouth widened, and he strode towards the hotel lobby in a big stride, dropping a sentence "less gossip" in the night breeze.

Dou Qin curled his lips and made a grimace.

If it weren't for the nature of human beings to gossip, I wouldn't bother to talk to you!

After quickly completing the check-in procedures, Yun You almost rushed to his room.

The door closed with a "bang", and he leaned his back against the door, breathing rapidly, the scene just now still lingering in his mind.

Yunyou was lying on Ling Xiaoxing's lap, and he could feel Ling Xiaoxing's strong thighs in his abdomen. The muscles were firm and elastic, and it was very comfortable to lie on his stomach.

Ling Xiaoxing's hands approached so slowly, gently pressed against his waist, and then tentatively began to massage, through the thin and soft summer fabric, the heat seemed to come through...

stop! ! !

He shook his head vigorously, throwing those images out of his mind.

Yunyou leaned against the door of the room and took a few deep breaths to calm down his burning mood. The heat on his face gradually receded. When he was about to change his clothes to take a shower, the door panel behind him was knocked suddenly, and the shock was directly transmitted to his back. He staggered in fright and supported the table next to him so as not to fall.

Wouldn't it be Lingxiao Xing?

Yunyou asked in an unsteady voice, "...who?"

"I, Brother Yunyou, open the door." Zhang Siqi's voice came muffled from behind the door.

Yunyou breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

Zhang Siqi was carrying big and small bags, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Yunyou, you don't even wait for me."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Yun You took it over and temporarily put his luggage by the door.

"What's the matter with you and Brother Ling?" Zhang Siqi asked gossipingly, "What were you doing in the car?"

Yunyou's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and then said: "...it's nothing."

"Nothing? Then why is your face so red?" Zhang Siqi asked curiously.

Yunyou blushed and said coldly, "I'm hungry."

"It's really nothing? I seem to have heard you..."

Yun You continued to repeat with a cold expression: "I'm hungry."

Seeing that Zhang Siqi still wanted to continue picking, Yunyou took out his trump card: "This month's bonus."

"...Okay then." The sky is big, the bonus is the biggest, so Zhang Siqi can only gather his curiosity, "Brother, what do you want to eat at this late hour?"

"Is there a box of instant bibimbap in my bag?" Yunyou asked.

"Yes, it tastes like tomato and beef brisket." Zhang Siqi recalled.

"I want to eat." Yunyou ordered.

Zhang Siqi's little assistant obediently opened Yunyou's package, found the box of bibimbap, mixed it for him after heating it in the microwave, put a fork in it, and presented it in front of the emperor.

It can be said to be dedicated and wholehearted.

"Brother Yunyou, eat slowly, and I'll go back to cook instant noodles too. The train at ten o'clock tomorrow, good night." Zhang Siqi left after serving.

"Go, good night."

Zhang Siqi backed out, the hotel door closed with a "click", Yun Youkan finally bypassed that, heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the box and started to eat this too late dinner.

After eating a small bowl of rice, the stomach is finally not so hungry, and the stomach starts to send warm air to the limbs and bones.

Yunyou let out a contented sigh, stretched his stiff neck, and let out a "click, click, click" sound.

He leaned on his waist and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I passed by the mirror, I saw myself holding my waist, and somehow felt that my kidneys were weak.

He tried to put his hands down, but his waist hurt again, and finally gave in, and went into the bathroom with a weak kidney.

The shower head was turned on, and the warm water poured down, neither hot nor cold on the skin, just right.

It's like... the temperature of Ling Xiaoxing's palm.

The palm is separated by the fabric, and the skin cannot touch, but the heat is passed through the small gaps in the fabric, and is faithfully transmitted.

...Wait, why did I think of him again! ! !

Yunyou gave a vigorous "tsk", patted his head, and turned to get his toiletries.

The shower gel was squeezed into his hand, and he casually rubbed it on himself.

The shower gel was slippery and greasy, and the friction between the palm and the skin produced big handfuls of foam, which slid down Yunyou's fair skin.

When the palm brushed against the waist, the image of Yunyou in the car reappeared as if he was possessed.

With moderate strength, he stroked his waist, and the palm slowly increased the strength, which was a gentle aggression.

Comfortable is comfortable, but...

It seemed that his hand was not a hand, but a kindling, and as soon as it touched his skin, it burned like a prairie fire.

It was obviously just a massage, Yunyou's face was inexplicably hot, he propped his elbows on the seat, and wanted to stop, but it happened that Ling Xiaoxing pressed his waist and eyes, and the waist and eyes suddenly felt sore, Yunyou couldn't help but gasped in surprise.

This sound slowly echoed in the silent back seat where there were only two people, like a hook, lifting the hazy veil and releasing the ambiguity in the room.

He felt Ling Xiaoxing's hand stop.

Yunyou's face turned red, he couldn't help but bury his face in his hands like an ostrich, bit his lower lip firmly, closed his eyes tightly, and frowned his eyebrows, he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

For a while, the back seat was extremely quiet, and none of them spoke.

Yunyou curled up his toes in embarrassment in the silence.

After meditating on the core values ​​of socialism for several years, he finally mustered up the courage to break the weird atmosphere, struggled to get up and said, "Then what, you, don't press..."

"Don't move." Ling Xiaoxing held down his shoulders and fixed him so that he wouldn't move around.

"It's not finished yet," he said.

"No, no, no, I think my waist is much better." Yun You couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore, "Thank you for giving me... um!"

Yunyou's refusal ended when Ling Xiaoxing pressed another very skillfully on the waist and eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xiaoxing withdrew his hand and asked innocently, "You see you are too comfortable to speak?"

"You..." Yunyou gaped, refreshing his understanding of Ling Xiaoxing.

Obviously you pressed me!

Why is this guy so shameless!

"Okay, let's go on, press more and you'll get better soon." Ling Xiaoxing rubbed the back of Yunyou's head, his long black eyelashes couldn't hide the little smiles inside.

After the initial soreness and numbness in the waist, the muscles relax. I have to say, it is really comfortable.

"How did you learn massage?" Yun You asked.

"I pressed it blindly." Ling Xiaoxing replied.

After a while, Yunyou asked again: "Are you tired? Don't press it when you are tired."

Ling Xiaoxing: "Not tired."

"Oh," Yunyou felt less guilty, and felt that he should give encouragement to the other party, so he said, "Your skills are good, keep it up."

Ling Xiaoxing was amused by him, and his deep and pleasant voice sounded softly: "Okay, I will take good care of you."

Yunyou's desire to resist was also slowly eroded by the opponent's offensive, his waist was gently rubbed, he gradually relaxed his tense muscles, and lay lazily on Ling Xiaoxing's lap.

He even stretched his waist gracefully and leisurely.

His abdomen rubbed against Ling Xiaoxing's thigh, and before he finished stretching, his butt was suddenly lightly slapped.

Being attacked suddenly, Yunyou's whole body was petrified, his arms were still stretched out in the air.

"...don't move." He heard Ling Xiaoxing say in a hoarse voice, as if he was suppressing something.

Yunyou is still petrified.

He turned his head to look at Ling Xiaoxing in disbelief: "...you hit me?"

Or spank me? ? ?

Hearing this, Ling Xiaoxing clenched his left hand subconsciously, and there was a void in the air.

He belatedly realized that he seemed to have slapped Yunyou's butt in desperation.

Ling Xiaoxing explained: "I didn't do it on purpose..."

Yun You was still in the charred state of being struck by lightning, and repeated again: "You actually hit me??"

Ling Xiaoxing finally panicked: "Did it hurt you?"

It hurt, of course it didn't hurt, and it didn't even make a lot of noise.

But being spanked itself has nothing to do with whether it hurts or not.

This is a humiliation on the spiritual level! ! !

Whether it hurts or not, it has caused irreversible damage to Yunyou's spirit! ! !

Yunyou struggled to get up from Ling Xiaoxing's legs, and leaned against the window on the other side, feeling very dazed.

"Does it really hurt? Let me see..." Ling Xiaoxing stretched out his hand.

Yun You said in horror: "You still want to see!??"

Ling Xiaoxing: "..."

Ling Xiaoxing: "No, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to make sure if I hurt you..."

Ling Xiaoxing's voice became lower and lower, and the pain and regret in his eyes almost overflowed.

Yun You was slightly pleased by his anxious reaction, fell silent for a while, and said, "No, you didn't hurt."

Ling Xiaoxing breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you!" Yun You was about to complain loudly, but when he thought that he was in the car, Dou Qin and Zhang Siqi were still in the front seat, reining in the precipice, his throat choked up, his voice suddenly dropped an octave, and he said angrily: "...you spank my ass!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." Ling Xiaoxing repented, and said with a very sincere attitude, "It will never be like this next time."

"...You better be!" Yun You was still furious, folded his arms, and turned his head away from him.

The carriage was quiet for a few minutes, neither of them spoke in silence, and after Yunyou saw the backing street scene outside the car window, his anger almost subsided.

He glanced at Ling Xiaoxing in the reflection of the glass. The other party lowered his head, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were covered by fine hair on his forehead, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yun Youxin said that he is still repenting, right?

In fact, being spanked is really nothing, but being spanked suddenly by a boy of the same age, and still being the object of lust by many netizens, is very weird and strange.

Yunyou thought for a while, and then said "Hello" softly.

Ling Xiaoxing's throat rolled slightly, and a low and hoarse "Huh?"

"What are you thinking?" Yun You asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking," Ling Xiaoxing twirled the thumb and index finger of his left hand involuntarily, he turned his head to look at Yunyou, his black hair covered his eyes and looked at him deeply, "...it feels good. "