The Cannon Fodder Strikes Back

The first sex after rebirth was just like this in the spacious kitchen. There was no soft kingsize bed, no condoms and lubricants, everything followed instinct.

When the hard lump squeezed into his body, Yun Jinshu couldn't help crying out, a thin layer of sweat dripped from his back, Han Jiang lifted his sweaty bangs, and carefully kissed his smooth forehead and lower body The movements were unambiguous at all, running through his body again and again.

Yun Jinshu was sitting naked on the table, his legs trembling uncontrollably in mid-air, while Han Jiang was completely upright with a plaid apron on his body, only unzipping to reveal his fierce and hard parts.

Intense pleasure swept through his body like a tsunami, and Yun Jinshu was in a trance, as if he had returned to the vast ocean that submerged him.

No one could save him, his body fell uncontrollably, the feeling of suffocation made him cry in pain, and a mutilated moan slipped out of his throat:

"Han Jiang...Han Jiang..."

"I'm here." Han Jiang clasped his waist tightly, exercising violently, as if wrapped in silk, so beautiful that he couldn't stop.

"Hmm... Han Jiang, don't go..." Help me!

Yun Jinshu raised his head, clasped Han Jiang's shoulders tightly with both hands, as if he was hugging the last piece of driftwood, bit his lips and whimpered non-stop, his body was also stretched to the extreme, and his whole body was full of attractive crimson.

"Fool, I won't go." Han Jiang lowered his head and kissed his lips, attacking the most sensitive and soft part of the intestine continuously.

When the climax came, Yun Jinshu screamed out, and the hand that Han Jiang stretched out to him when the two met for the first time came to mind.

This hand is so warm and generous, it can pull him out of the cold sea water and tell him that everything is a nightmare... But Han Jiang didn't.

When the scorching body fluid poured into his body, Yun Jinshu buried his head on Han Jiang's chest, and burst into tears. He thought he could bear it and could endure anything, but at this moment all his rationality collapsed.

too tired……

He didn't know when he would be able to wait for Han Jiang's response. In this way of exchanging his body for feelings, is he obsessed too much, or is he just being cheap?

Laughing at himself, he pushed Han Jiang away, wanting to jump off the platform to take a shower, but Han Jiang hugged him behind his back.

"Jin Shu, you have to put out the fire you provoked, how can one time be enough?"

In fact, the two have slept together for so long, Han Jiang has always been a modest gentleman, as long as he feels that Yun Jinshu is unwilling, he will not persist until the end, but this time Yun Jinshu took the initiative to provoke him, and he decided not to hold back anymore Yun Jinshu turned off the stove in the kitchen without any objection, carried him back to the room, and started a new round of beatings.

He would never open a bottle of unaged wine because of his impatience, so after waiting for so long to eat the delicacies in his mouth, the deliciousness made him linger on.

Yun Jinshu has a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, and every time he reaches an orgasm, he will squint and look at him with a glint of water, making his blood start to boil.

In fact, his feelings towards Yun Jinshu are a bit complicated.

Thinking of how he always smiled and said sarcastic remarks around me when he had nothing to do, I couldn't help but want to pinch his face, and I would be very happy to see him barking his teeth and claws in front of me like a little beast.

Even just receiving a text message from Yun Jinshu this morning, and remembering the taste of that bowl of noodles, he turned down the date with Wen Zeyun by a strange coincidence.

Calling in advance to dismiss all the servants, he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables himself, thinking that Yun Jinshu came back with a big bag of vegetables, only to find that lunch was ready, he must be looking stupid.

He lowered his head and kissed Yun Jinshu's nipple again, and the huge hard object pushed in again.

Regarding Yun Jinshu, he thought he would not let go so easily.

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In the middle of the night, Yun Jinshu, who had been tossed and crushed all night, woke up. Even though he should have gotten used to having sex five years ago, after all, this was the first time in his body. Holding back the soreness all over his body, he touched his Behind him, he was clean and fresh, just like Han Jiang before, no matter how fierce he did, he would always clean up for you gently and caringly in the end before falling asleep.

Turning around to look at Han Jiang who was sleeping peacefully next to him, Yun Jinshu carefully touched his outline, hesitated for a long time before finding his mobile phone and the script of "The Tree Is Like This" from the clothes thrown everywhere.

He quietly walked out of the villa, and went around to sit on a bench in the garden in the backyard. The cold wind in the early morning made him a little chilly, but his head was extremely clear.

If he stayed by Han Jiang's side all the time, he might never be able to think calmly, so he needed a quiet space and a little stimulation to refresh himself and think about what to do next.

Standing on the streetlight next to the bench, he flipped through the script that Wen Zeyun had given him, and had to admit that he deserved to be a Ph.D. student who had returned from studying in France. Even though he looked childish, his screenwriting skills were extremely sophisticated.

"The tree is like this" is quoted from the famous sentence "The tree is like this, what can people be worthy of" by Sima Hengwen of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It tells the story of two brothers who have no father and no mother since childhood. s story.

The willow trees that were still seedlings in the past are all uprooted, but the people who accompany them have disappeared. Although this kind of heart-breaking and physical abuse has been played badly for a long time, it cannot stand the audience's liking.

And Wen Zeyun grasped this point skillfully, and the script was so sensational that even Yun Jinshu couldn't help shedding a few "crocodile tears" after reading it.

After turning the phone around a few times, Yun Jinshu finally called Zhao Hanchuan.

There was a rustling voice on the other end of the phone, and Zhao Hanchuan answered with a yawn: "It's two o'clock in the morning! You better have something important to say, or don't blame me for chasing you down."

Yun Jinshu couldn't help laughing, "Sorry, I forgot the time, but I've made up my mind, I've decided to accept Director Wen's play."

"Pick it up, pick it up..." Zhao Hanchuan yawned, and was about to dial the phone, but suddenly realized, his tone changed immediately: "What did you say!? Wait a minute, say it again!"

"I said, I want to accept Director Wen's new film." Yun Jinshu could already imagine Zhao Hanchuan's expression at this time, and his tone became more cheerful.

Zhao Hanchuan heard it clearly this time, and fell silent for a while, before speaking: "Have you really thought about it? I have other scripts here, and they are all good. You don't have to put all your eggs in one basket and choose this one." .”

"Well, I thought about it very clearly. It's not clearer than it is now." Yun Jinshu put away his joking tone, pursed his lips and said, "Brother Zhao, as you said before, Director Wen is indeed very talented. Man, I also like his script very much, I can't forget my duty as an actor just because of someone's few words, so please contact me tomorrow, I want to join the group as soon as possible."

This is the first time Zhao Hanchuan has heard Yun Jinshu speak to him so seriously, and he can't help admiring his courage, "Okay, I'll help you contact him tomorrow, go to bed early."

Yun Jinshu thanked her with a smile, hung up the phone, stood up and stretched.

He couldn't back down just because of Wen Zeyun's few words of provocation. Even if he was a disgraced mistress, he should have paid off his life in the previous life.

Before giving up, he wants to try again, if he still ends up being crushed to pieces, he will never hold back, for the sake of love, he can endure as long as he wants, but even being cheap has a limit!

Looking at the dust floating under the street lamp, he silently clenched his fists.

Han Jiang, my love is only once, and this is the last time.