God, your chapter H has been locked by me

There is no bathroom in the old house, and the bathing is done in the kitchen. In the weather of more than 20 degrees, a pot of hot water sits on the stove, and the steam makes the room warm. The editor-in-chief took off his clothes generously and sat in the bathtub.

"If you dawdle any longer, the water will be cold." The editor-in-chief glanced at Wei Ning, resting his head on the edge of the tub, and closed his eyes comfortably.

The fire in the stove was getting hotter and hotter, Wei Ning was sweating all over his body, and his body was itchy soon, he quickly stripped himself down to a pair of underwear, I don't know if the editor-in-chief had his own monitoring device, Just then, he opened his eyes.Wei Ning was startled, subconsciously put his hands on his chest, the editor-in-chief snorted, and put his hands down again in embarrassment.

He doesn't have big breasts, so he covers his hair!

"Go on, don't worry about me." The editor-in-chief ticked off.

How could I not care about the way you look at a play!

Wei Ning's face was dark, and he was still holding the side of his underwear with his fingers: "What are you looking at, it's not like you don't have one!"

"Since everyone has it, are you still afraid of me seeing it?" The editor-in-chief's smile deepened.

"Are you a pervert?" Wei Ning scolded irritably, pulled off his underwear, stepped into the bathtub carelessly, sat down with a puff, and stared angrily at the editor-in-chief.The editor-in-chief was tall and burly, with his legs stretched out, and his ankles were touching Wei Ning's crotch. Wei Ning retreated unnaturally, trying to shrink himself into a ball and fill a corner of the bathtub.

"Do you need help?" The editor-in-chief raised an eyebrow.

"No need!" After Wei Ning finished speaking, he grabbed the bath towel and quickly rubbed it on his body. The bath towel was made of air-dried loofah, and it hurt a little when rubbed on his body. Wei Ning's chest soon turned red, but it was very Covered by the rich foam soon, Wei Ning just wanted to finish washing quickly and leave quickly, holding a bath towel in one hand and soap in the other hand, he was very busy, suddenly there was a sound of puff, the soap slipped and flew out, plop Fell into the water in front of the editor-in-chief.

"..." Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly: "Editor, can you pick up some soap for me?"

The editor-in-chief laughed out loud this time. He stretched out his hand to swipe in the water, then raised his chin at Wei Ning: "Come here."

"Just hand it to me..." Wei Ning muttered, but the obscenity of the editor-in-chief passed, because when he stood up, some place would surface. Wei Ning was half-kneeling, intending to use his knees to move In the past, just as soon as he knelt down, his knee hit something, slipped, and he threw himself into the editor-in-chief's arms with a fierce tiger attack.

"Hmm..." Wei Ning wiped the water off his face, "Didn't you pick up the soap?"

The editor-in-chief's smile was widening, and he hugged the person who threw himself into his arms, and his palms touched the buttocks along the curve of the lower back: "Boy, help me pick up the soap, you can't talk nonsense." On the lips that the individual pressed tightly.

The editor-in-chief's kiss remained as strong as ever. Before Wei Ning resisted, his tongue broke in and entangled Wei Ning's tongue like a shadow.The air in the kitchen is very thin, the nose quickly becomes sticky, and the heavy voice is very sensational. Wei Ning's strong sense of repulsion in his heart is quickly defeated by the throbbing of soreness. He frowned and grabbed the editor-in-chief's shoulder, ear Flushing.

"Hmm... temporarily... um... pause..." Wei Ning turned his face away in panic, the editor's kiss fell on his earlobe, and his palm was still walking on his body, licking it from time to time, which made Wei Ning very Embarrassed.

"Han Jianguo!" Wei Ning shouted with a red face.

The editor-in-chief froze, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Wei Ning...you're doing well!" As he spoke, he suddenly bit Wei Ning's ear, and the latter grunted in pain, and then curled his ear with his slippery tongue In the mouth, there was a sound of sucking, and the sound of Gu Chou was amplified in the ear canal. Every sound seemed to be kissed in the heart. Wei Ning trembled all over, but the editor-in-chief stuck his tongue into the ear canal and licked it in circles.

"Hmm..." Wei Ning couldn't help snorting, the buttocks were instantly kneaded vigorously by the editor-in-chief. The way of pushing, kneading and pressing seemed to be deliberately trying to make the other party feel ashamed. Wei Ning never knew how to touch it. Being able to touch such eroticism made goose bumps all over my body, and finally couldn't help begging for mercy: "Editor-in-chief, I was wrong...don't...don't do it..."

"What's wrong?" The editor-in-chief grabbed his ears, the tremors brought by his voice made Wei Ning's whole body numb, but the editor-in-chief tortured his sensitive ear area in different ways as if he had discovered a new world.

"I don't call you by your real name anymore, can't you? Don't be like this..." Wei Ningzang's neck was about to break because of the hot breath from the editor-in-chief behind his ears.

"Then you can change your name until I am satisfied." The editor-in-chief said, putting one hand on Wei Ning's chest, rubbing his nipples with his index finger.

"You..." Wei Ning was startled again, he struggled a bit, but the editor-in-chief was unmoved and kissed down the side of the ear, sucking the other side of the nipple in one gulp.

"Editor-in-Chief! Leader! Senior! Brother! Boss! Boss..." □Being repeatedly bitten and □, Wei Ning was no match for the editor-in-chief's violence, so he could only yell out softly. When the last title was called, the editor-in-chief finally stopped Biting him and running her tongue around his areolas instead made the sweet torture even more unsettling.

"The first word is correct." The editor-in-chief said with his mouth in his mouth: "Continue." After speaking, he suddenly submerged his head in the water, and in the next second, a strong sense of pleasure surrounded Wei Ning.

The editor-in-chief actually... had his lower body in his mouth.

"Ah!" Wei Ning yelled because of surprise, but then he shut his mouth fiercely, there were still elders outside, he would have killed people by bluffing people in, but... the editor's skills are too...

Wei Ning frowned tightly, even though he always felt that covering his mouth while masturbating was a girly behavior, but now... he couldn't help himself!The moment the palm was pressed against the lips, Wei Ning couldn't help but make a small hum.

The excitement of getting oral sex for the first time is no less than the first time watching porn in adolescence. Wei Ning was so cowardly that the editor-in-chief didn't come up to change his breath. He just gave him a deep throat and he ejaculated instantly.So much so that when the editor-in-chief got up to kiss him, he felt that this man's smile was full of mockery.

Who is this!Why don't you shoot The Count of Monte Cristo if you are so vengeful!He hasn't shouted shyly yet, as for that?

Wei Ning's eyes were full of grief and indignation. He suddenly pushed away the editor-in-chief who was trying to be gentle with him, and stood up abruptly from the water. He wanted to use actions to show that courtship without the other party's consent is malicious rape. Now he Very hurt, very angry, the consequences are very serious!

Then, Wei Ning became dizzy and died of anemia.

He felt himself falling into the arms of the editor-in-chief, heard the editor-in-chief calling his name anxiously, and even caught a glimpse of the majestic pillar of the editor-in-chief, Wei Ning let out a cold snort in his heart, and let himself lose consciousness .

Han Xiuzi Jianguo!If you have the ability, come to rape the corpse!

The dizziness caused by cerebral congestion came and went quickly. Basically, when the editor-in-chief helped him put on his clothes and carried him out, Wei Ning was already fine, but he insisted on pretending to be dead until he was hugged to bed and covered with a quilt The editor-in-chief rubbed his wet hair with a towel, his movements were delicate and gentle, Wei Ning resisted the urge to see the editor-in-chief's expression at this time, and fell asleep with the excuse of passing out.

When he woke up the next day, the editor-in-chief was not by his side, but the empty space on the bed and the obvious dent on the buckwheat husk pillow indicated that the editor-in-chief had indeed spent the night here. Wei Ning sat up, and the overly festive colors on the bed made him burst into tears. Dizzy.

There was the sound of chopping firewood in the yard. Wei Ning looked down the window and saw Grandpa sitting on a small bench, chopping bamboo. Wei Ning quickly put on his coat and ran downstairs.

"Grandpa, shall I help you?" Wei Ning leaned forward, but was suddenly stared at by the old man. Wei Ning was taken aback, thinking that it is true that the whole family does not enter the house. This expression is quite similar to that of the editor-in-chief when he is not happy. of.

"Who is your grandfather!" The old man spoke with an accent, without giving Wei Ning any face, lowered his head and hummed while busying: "I haven't washed my face, I don't know the rules..."

Wei Ning had no choice but to go to the kitchen to look for water. The editor-in-chief's aunt was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. When she saw Wei Ning coming, she told him where to wash up. Wei Ning was brushing his teeth, and the aunt kept asking him about the editor-in-chief.

"Is Axiu doing well in the city? It looks like a rich man! By the way, his younger brothers have also reached the age of earning money, so what can they do if they spend their entire lives in the countryside? What do you think?" Is it easy to find a job in the city? It won't be difficult to ask Axiu to help the younger brothers make arrangements, right?"

Wei Ning couldn't agree indiscriminately for the editor-in-chief, so he had to say haha, but his aunt kept chasing after him: "We don't ask for anything in this generation. We have been poor all our lives, but the children are still young, so we have to give up." Going out for a while? Hey! Young man, you work with Axiu, right? Are you tired from work?"

"Auntie, I'm afraid it won't work with the editor-in-chief. He only recruits undergraduates majoring in journalism..."

"Hey! That's an outsider, what's wrong with your own people! That's his own brother!"

"..." Wei Ning smiled awkwardly, so he had no choice but to stop talking. His aunt was still nagging, and Wei Ning couldn't escape. At this moment, his grandfather suddenly called him outside: "Boy! Come out!"

"Oh!" Wei Ning ran out immediately. Grandpa had already chopped all the bamboo into thin strips, and started to weave the bamboo strips together to make bamboo baskets. He threw a handful of bamboo strips to Wei Ning: "Weaving baskets."

"Oh." Wei Ning pulled up a small stool and sat beside his grandfather, but his grandfather had no intention of teaching him at all. He was dazzled when he saw the old man's skillful movements. go together.

"Oh, Dad, don't make up this, how much money can you make!" My aunt shouted from the kitchen to the outside.

Grandpa snorted, and after a while he said stiffly: "I can't make much money, and I'm still living on my own!"

My aunt had nothing to say, and my grandfather snorted again, and while weaving baskets, he muttered: "What's wrong with farming? What do you eat if you don't have any land? People in the city have to eat too!" As he spoke, he turned his face and glanced at Wei Ning, Wei Ning Immediately raised his hands, grinningly said: "Yes, yes, yes! I agree with both hands!" The unwoven bamboo strips were scattered all over the ground, and Wei Ning's stomach grunted unsatisfactorily.

"Oh...you're stupid..." Grandpa sighed, and pulled the bamboo sticks to his side. Wei Ning was despised by the old man, so he couldn't do it for a while. Wearing a bag, people come over and bring a smell of food, Wei Ning glanced at the bag, it was soy milk and fried dough sticks, he was stunned, obviously his aunt had already made breakfast...

"Wash your hands and go upstairs to eat." After the editor-in-chief finished speaking, he turned around and went upstairs first. Wei Ning went to the kitchen to wash his hands with question marks in his head. At this time, his aunt had already made breakfast. It was like a pot of noodles, and it was full of pickles. , and a whole layer of chili oil, Wei Ning swallowed, and his aunt greeted him: "Come and eat rice noodles!"

"You can eat, I'm not very good at spicy food." Wei Ning quickly waved his hand, and his aunt let out a oh, and then said: "Or Ah Xiu ran out early in the morning, I bought you an early breakfast for you, hey hey , the place that sells breakfast is far away..."

Wei Ning made no excuses, he ran out before his aunt finished speaking, and quickly climbed upstairs.The editor-in-chief had already prepared the breakfast, and before Wei Ning could start eating by himself, Wei Ning sat down, picked up the deep-fried dough stick and took a bite, it was no longer hot, it must have traveled a long way.

"That...thank you." Wei Ning felt a little sorry, "Actually, I can eat anything...you don't have to take care of me!"

"I'll buy it for you here, and you'll buy it for me when you go back." The editor-in-chief said, finished the fried dough sticks in a few mouthfuls, and started drinking soy milk.

Then I'm obviously at a disadvantage, I've only stayed here for a few days...

Wei Ning pursed his lips: "Will you be reimbursed?"

The editor-in-chief raised his eyebrows to look at him, Wei Ning immediately lowered his head and drank a few sips of soy milk, then hummed heavily.

The editor-in-chief had finished eating at this time, he stood up and touched the top of Wei Ning's head with his hand: "You faint every now and then, you have to be more regular in your life from now on, at least you have to have a good breakfast."

Wei Ning froze, just a little moved, when he heard the editor-in-chief continue: "If it's like this during sex, it will be very difficult for me."

Choking on a mouthful of soy milk, Wei Ning coughed violently.

What kind of person is this... don't bring such a person!