You are harder than AK

Fighting between boys is easy to misfire, so there must be a winner.

Liang Liang was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, so he pushed him away hard, turned over, and pressed him under his body, with his elbows stuck around his neck, his hair and clothes were all messed up, and he asked triumphantly, "Do you want to admit defeat?" ?”

Han Ran supported his waist, nodded with a smile, "Admit defeat."

After finishing speaking, he stared at his slightly swollen lips, licked his lips with insatiable desire, and an obscure light flashed in his dark eyes.

Liang Liang's scalp was numb, and his back was hairy. It was the feeling that the prey would have when it saw the hunter.

He seemed to be hallucinating, and vaguely heard wolves howling.

The biggest wolf king is naturally the man on the bed, a hungry wolf who hasn't eaten meat in two years.

Liang Liang is not big enough to satisfy him here.

Feeling that something was wrong, he got up and wanted to run, but was pulled back by his wrist, kicked to the edge of the bed, lost his balance, threw himself on Han Ran, and was hugged by him.

"Xiaoliang, Xiaoran, it's time to eat." Mom's voice sounded, and footsteps approached.

"Let go!" Liang Liang whispered for mercy, broke away from his embrace, got up quickly, tidied his clothes in a panic, and scratched his messy hair with his hands.

When her mother opened the door and entered, Han Ran was buttoning up the buttons.

Liang Liang looked puzzled, his memory was fragmented, didn't he remember unbuttoning him?Either this person did it on purpose.

so bad.

Her expression was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I saw your door was open and came in directly, didn't I disturb your rest?"

"us……"

"No," Liang Liang was afraid that he would utter wild words, so he took over his words, "We've woken up a long time ago, we're chatting here, right, Xiaoran?"

With his hands behind his back, he pushed Han Ran's shoulder.

"Well, I'm awake." Han Ran took his hand and scratched his palm lightly. Liang Liang froze for fear of being discovered and dared not move.

"It's good to wake up. The meal is ready. Come down and eat." Mom said softly, turning around and preparing to go downstairs.

Liang Liang took the opportunity to shake off his hand, and glared at him fiercely. He was so soft from being kissed just now, the corners of his eyes were red, and his pupils were also wet. This glance had no deterrent power at all.

"Mom, wait for me." He strode after her.

The mother and son are shoulder to shoulder, and the relationship looks very close.

Han Ran packed up slowly and came down from upstairs, and went straight to the seat next to Liang Liang.

"Let's eat, don't be restrained." Liang's mother greeted her two sons gently, and kept picking up vegetables for Han Ran.

She used a serving spoon to serve Han Ran a bowl of soup and put it in front of him, "Xiao Ran, try this. I heard you like it. Auntie made it for you specially. It has been stewed all morning."

Liang's mother looked at him with a smile, and sat obediently waiting for praise.

Liang Liang also stared at him, bit his chopsticks, and stepped on him under the table.

He picked up the bowl, took a sip, then drank it up in two or three sips, and said a little bluntly, "It's delicious, thank you auntie."

"As long as you like it." Liang's mother smiled from ear to ear.

She was so enthusiastic that it was impossible to refuse. She kept picking up vegetables for Han Ran, but Han Ran's hair was getting bigger, and he was too embarrassed to refuse.

Liang Liang gloated at the side, not only did not help, but also secretly laughed all the time, Han Ran sitting next to him could hear clearly the low chuckle from his throat.

"Auntie, I really have enough to eat." Han Ran reluctantly opened his bowl, saving his stomach.

"Okay, then you eat more." Mom lost the fun of feeding, and conveniently put a chopstick of food into Liang Liang's bowl, as if the son was not her own.

Han Ran's little handsome boy called his aunt one by one, making her feel elated.

He glanced at Liang Liang, who was still holding a bowl and laughing, his heartless appearance made people want to bully him.

While drinking the soup, Han Ran stretched his hand under the table, their legs were next to each other, and he put one hand on Liang Liang's thigh.

Liang Liang froze, his smile froze on his face, the rice in the bowl immediately tasted stale, and he gave him a secret look.

He wanted to stretch his hand in the middle, but Liang Liang clamped it tightly.

"What do you want to do?" He kept a smirk, and asked Han Ran through gritted teeth.

"Share the blessings and share the difficulties."

"We broke up! Who wants to be with you?" He said anxiously with a pale face.

"What did you say?" Mother Han suddenly asked, she was just talking about the embarrassing things about Liang Liang's childhood, but she didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Liang Liang continued to smile, the place where Han Ran's hand was pressed, the delicate skin seemed to be on fire, it was very hot.

The corner of Han Ran's mouth curled up into a smirk, he finished the soup in two gulps, handed him the bowl, and said in a loud voice on purpose, "Brother, help me fill the bowl of soup again, I still want to drink."

Tang Fang got close to him, but he was about to get up slightly.

Liang Liang knew the little Jiujiu in his heart, so he didn't move.

But Mama Liang stared at him suspiciously.

This calculation is good.

Liang Liang had no choice but to bite the bullet and serve him soup, and relaxed his defense as soon as he got up, Han Ran stretched out his hand, deliberately making trouble below.

Liang Liang's legs gave way, and he sat back on the chair again. He couldn't hold his hand firmly, and the rim of the bowl knocked on the table with a bang.

Liang's mother looked at him and asked worriedly, "Son, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Why are your eyelids so red?"

"It's okay, it's just a little hot." He smiled guiltyly, pulled a tissue to wipe his hands, and touched his face with his cool hands to cool down physically.

Mom reached out to get Han Ran's bowl, "I'll do it."

"No need," Han Ran kindly let Liang Liang go, took her hand, and took back his own bowl, "I'm already full, and suddenly I don't want to drink anymore, thank you, auntie."

"You don't have to be so polite." Mother Liang smiled shyly.

"Is brother full? Come with me to buy two pieces of clothes. I just returned to China and I didn't bring any clothes back, so I can't wear the old ones anymore." Han Ran leaned on his head and asked Liang Liang with a smile.

Before he refused, his mother answered, "Did you just return to China? No wonder I haven't seen you for a long time, so let Liang Liang accompany you to buy it. You haven't seen each other for a long time. It just so happens that you are boys. Should be about the same."

Liang Liang innocently opened his eyes wide, as if he felt that he had been betrayed.

He swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said weakly, "But you just finished eating, shouldn't you take a rest?"

Han Ran frowned in embarrassment, and said softly, "But I'm going back to the club tomorrow, and I won't be able to go out, let alone buy clothes, so what should I do?"

"Then come back later and rest." Liang's mother hurriedly took away Liang Liang's bowls and chopsticks, and pushed him to get up, "First accompany Xiaoran to buy clothes."

"But we usually dress differently." He was still struggling.

Han Ran fanned the flames, "I can wear anything, and what my brother likes is what I like."

Today, Han Ran is a [-]% obedient student in her mother's mind. She is good everywhere, and she can't wait to sell her son to him.

Liang Liang pushed and pulled and was kicked out of the door.

He was holding an apple in his arms, and only had time to take a bite. He looked at Han Ran dumbfounded, and gritted his teeth angrily, "Is this my mother or your mother?"

Isn't this pushing your own son into the fire pit?

"You... um!" He finally swallowed the apple, and just about to speak, he was kissed, and his mouth was full of the taste of that person.

Liang Liang stared at him with wide eyes.

Han Ran stood aside, hugged his chest, looked at him with a smile, squinted his eyes, like a cat stealing fish, licked the corner of his mouth knowingly, and said, "The fruit my aunt bought is really sweet."

Liang Liang stared blankly, looked around nervously, and angrily punched him on the shoulder, which was limp and wrapped in his palm.

"Stop messing around, be careful if my mother sees you, and you will be finished." He warned him viciously, like a milk cat with its teeth showing its claws, its teeth have not yet grown.

"As you said, you can kiss where there is no one." Han Ran complained about this and said dissatisfiedly.

"Although this is the case, it is at the door of the house, too close."

"Then let's change places."

"what?"

Liang Liang was dragged to the garage by him, the light inside was very dark, and in front of his eyes was Han Ran's infinitely magnified handsome face.

His skin is so nice.

When Liang Liang was kissed by Han Ran on the car body, he was dizzy and still thought about it.

Han Ran went forward to kiss him, and he leaned back, almost lying on the car.

With a "beep", Han Ran opened the car door with one hand and supported his waist with the other. The two of them fell into the car and rolled into a ball in the back seat.

Half an hour later, Liang Liang put on his pants, changed from the back seat to the co-pilot, scratched his hair in the rearview mirror, looked at the wound on his mouth, and complained, "Are you a dog? Kiss me, You still bite me."

Han Ran got into the car refreshed, fastened his seat belt, took the opportunity to steal some incense, and said in a low voice, "I still want to eat you."

"You have a good idea." Liang Liang laughed at him.

The car hit the road.

Liang Liang was in the co-pilot, playing with his mobile phone under a blanket, and muttered, "You really don't stop for a minute."

Han Ran chuckled, "No way, who made you so charming."

Liang Liang stared at him several times speechlessly, and couldn't help but choked out a sentence, "Old pervert."