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After 10 minutes, Fu Xin was thrown out. 5

In the night wind, he leaned against the door of Tang Ruan's house with his thermos in his arms, feeling a sense of desolation in his heart. 5

10 minutes ago.

"Don't force me."

Fu Xin pinched Tang Ruan's chin with one hand, and firmly trapped him between himself and the sofa with the other.

The scorching breath sprayed next to Tang Ruan's ears, making him in a trance for a moment.

"Do you really want to have sex?" Fu Xin's hand gradually lowered, and he easily penetrated into Tang Ruan's bathrobe, "Is Tang Yingdi so short of men?"

Fu Xin likes sculptures and plays ball all year round. His palms are a little calloused, and when he strokes Tang Ruan's tender skin, it will bring a slight tingling sensation.

Tang Ruan couldn't help sighing softly.

Five years later, the technology is still so bad. 2

Seeing that Tang Ruan didn't push him away, Fu Xin was overjoyed.The heart is soft, but the movements of the hands are getting rougher and heavier.

"Ruan Ruan."

He buried his head in the neck of the person below him, kissing the delicate skin there lightly.

It's strange that Tang Ruan used a different body wash, but the smell on his body was still the familiar one in his memory.

"Ruan Ruan." Fu Xin read the name he had called for more than ten years, his gray-green eyes showed a trace of confusion.

A hand slowly stroked his back, and Fu Xin heard Tang Ruan calling him in a low voice.

"Brother Fu."

Those three words instantly dragged him out of the charming dream.

Sensing Fu Xin's stiff back, Tang Ruan slightly bent his mouth.

To deal with a man with a brain full of sperm, it is certainly useful to kick his big bird, but nothing can make him more painful than a firm grip on his heart.

Tang Ruan knows it well.

"Step aside."

This time, Fu Xin didn't insist or speak.After a while, he silently moved from Tang Ruan's body.