little turtle in pocket

AD [-].

On a summer afternoon, in the cool room, the humidifier hums slightly in the corner, and the light green curtains reflect the shadow of the rococo flower stand, swinging gently with the wind.

In the silence, someone suddenly let out a loud "ah", followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.

A head stuck out from the kitchen door: "What's the matter?"

"I'm dead, I'm dead!"

The 囧man whimpered and rolled on the floor, unable to get up.

"Hey, I think it's something! It's just another game! [-]% walked over with two goblets in hand, and shook his head helplessly.

Wen Nuo slammed the floor and pretended to cry: "You said it lightly! I'm only two points away and I'll pass the test!"

Cheng Shen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, put down the goblet for the time being, and stretched out his hand to rub the back and neck of Jiongren: "I think you are overwhelmed with complacency! After two days of free time, you are stuck in the game and can't come out! Turn back, Teacher Yuan Asking you for homework depends on how you explain it [-]

Wen Nuo, who was rubbed so hard, heard behind him, suddenly turned his head and groaned, biting the man's finger and not letting go.

"Hey, hey, loose mouth! You belong to a dog, you!" Cheng Shen yelled and pulled back his fingers, hissing, "You really bite you!"

The 囧 man giggled and said, "I'm sorry, let me take a look." He held Chengshen's palm and turned it over and over to examine it carefully, "One, two, three-------"

"Forget it doesn't hurt, just your little teeth!" The man pushed him away, and reached for the goblet next to him, "Let's eat ice cream."

The sudden hug gave Chengshen a big jump, and almost knocked over the ice cream: "What the hell are you doing?"

Wen Nuo lay on Cheng Shen's body, with both arms tightly hugging the man's thick shoulders from behind: "Are you really not angry that I let You Wei go?"

Jin Daxing turned his head and licked the boy's snow-white neck: "I said before, no matter what you do, I will tolerate it unconditionally."

"Hmm." The long black eyelashes flickered slowly, and Wen Nuo asked thoughtfully, "Then why didn't you accept the film from TFC?"

Cheng Shen grabbed the two arms lying across his chest and dragged him down on his knees: "Okay, you peeked at my documents!"

The 囧 man used his hands and feet together, trying to get up: "I don't have it, it was Dong Jun who told me [-]

"Dong, Jun?" Jin Daxing repeated the name with gritted teeth, and pressed his two big hands on a plump and round part of the boy's body, "I really don't know, when did you become so familiar?"

"He said that the script was tailor-made for you. It would be a pity not to accept it." Wen Nuo gave up trying to get up, and simply collapsed on the man's lap, but his fingers were still stretching forward, trying to reach that place. Two goblets.

Cheng Shen patted the round part hard: "Pig, I just want to eat!"

"You are not allowed to hit people! If you hit people indiscriminately again, I will—"

Wen Nuo half got up and waved his fists, but his angry protest was blocked by Cheng's deep bowed kiss, and finally turned into a violent gasp.

In this struggle between men that has lasted for thousands of years, Wen Nuo will always be the one who loses.

Fortunately, the punishment given by the winner doesn't seem so terrible.

At some point in the man's hand, he held a cup of ice cream, tilted slightly, and the snow-white and delicate semi-solid slowly fell between the boy's collarbone and chest and abdomen in an elegant arc.

The afternoon sun came in through the curtains, casting changing beams of light on the wall, dangling mischievously, as if playing hide-and-seek with someone.

The boy's deep and soft voice was like sweet and mellow red wine, echoing the rhythm of someone sucking food, intermittently lingering throughout the space: "Don't------itches to death------let me go-- ----Can't--"

Cheng Shen turned a deaf ear to it, and while working hard on the cold and white skin, he clasped the boy's wrists tightly to the floor to ensure the next move went smoothly.

"Baby, your smell is so beautiful!"

The boy's face turned slightly red, and he turned his head to the side: "If your fans see you looking like a slut, they won't say that you are a born gentleman and aristocrat."

Cheng Shen let out a burst of laughter from his throat: "If I let them see your attractive appearance now, they will understand why I have become a wolf."

The boy was not used to this kind of conversation, and even the roots of his hair turned red.

The man's fingers slowly slid from the boy's hard hipbone to the warm groin: "I love you, baby, you are a troublemaker, every time I am not by your side, you will definitely cause trouble, and you will suffer a little bit." Injury or something, how can I leave you to film with peace of mind after teaching like this?"

"I'm not a troublemaker—"

Wen Nuo's rebuttal was sealed in his mouth with a kiss again.The gentle probing of the man's fingers brought out a series of melodious moans from his throat. Hearing this sound, the murder weapon under the man became more and more vigorous.

This lingering love seems to last forever, forever, never ending.

The basketball captain took the pass from his teammate and ran all over the court, but when he saw a stunning smile on the sidelines, he knocked the ball away.

Amidst the boos, the man who was laughing all over the sky casually glanced at the field, then lowered his head and said to another young man in the front row: "How is it? No one answered?"

Li Dongjun, who held the phone piously and kept dialing, was already full of sweat on his forehead: "I didn't answer it. Strange, even if you suddenly decide to go back to your country, you should still bring your phone with you?"

Zihao frowned slightly: "He really wants to bring that kid back to his hometown?"