A Kongsang's daily life

I was in a sea of ​​flames, and the flames danced dreamily around me.

"Young Master, are we going to help?" I looked around, and a white figure gradually became clear, it was Hu Tang.

"No, Brother Pig, he can handle it." I heard myself answer like this.

"Singing and flames are really beautiful." Hu Geng looked at the dazzling fire on the stage, the warm orange fire reflected on his face, I could clearly see his slightly trembling eyelashes, and the golden color on his eyelids totem.

"Yes, it's beautiful." It's as gorgeous as fireworks, and it loses its charm in front of you.

"Huh Geng, I..."

"I like you."

Awakened by my own voice, I jumped up from the bed, recalling the dream just now, and the words brought out from the dream...

What am I thinking about!

and many more!

The feeling under my body was inexplicably strange, I slowly lifted the quilt, and then silently covered the quilt...

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I'm fucking dreaming about swan soup, nocturnal emission! ?

Wait a minute, calm down calm down!

Yes, I want to calm down.

This doesn't mean anything, it's just that I don't have time to masturbate recently.That's right, it's just that I have accumulated too much, and it has nothing to do with dreams. Some people will have nocturnal emission when they have nightmares, and I don't care about it.That's right, that's it.

I silently threw the dirty underwear into the trash can, and then put on a new pair to calm down.

Fortunately, I didn't do anything unsuitable for children in the dream, otherwise I really don't know how to face Hu Chuang tomorrow.

It was already daylight outside, and I couldn't sleep on the left or right, so I simply put on some clothes and went out.

Guangdong in April already has the taste of summer.I put my hands in my pockets and walked on the small road paved with bluestone slabs. The night fog condensed into water droplets, making the whole road wet.

I was alone on the road, and it was very quiet all around.

Before I knew it, I came to the place where the shrimp dumpling singing party was held last night.

What was he like at that time?is he smilingIs his smile as beautiful as in the dream?he……

Damn it, as long as you don't pay attention, all you think about is his business.

This is not right.

The Immortal Banquet is staring at him like a tiger, his father is missing, and Kong Sang has not recovered yet.

I am the young master of Kongsang.

I can not……