After the wrong marriage, I can't leave

Song Linchu's eyes lit up: "What?"

The old man didn't speak, but raised his hand and pressed his mouth suggestively.

"..." Song Linchu's ears turned red.

Tan Yue thought that the young man was so thin-skinned that he would definitely refuse.

Sure enough, Song Linchu stood up, turned around and ran towards the door.

Tan Yue looked at the young man's back, shook his head, his skin was too thin.

Who knew, Song Linchu turned around and locked the door of the ward, and ran back blushing again.

Today is windy, and the spring breeze swirls on the window lattice, making a slight "bang bang" sound.

The window was opened with a palm-wide gap, and the spring breeze blew in along the gap, carrying a cool and cool feeling, but it couldn't blow away the gradually rising dryness in the house.

Even though the two of them had a closer relationship, Song Linchu still looked like someone who had never experienced sex before, with hot enthusiasm on his face.

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

Tan Yue's eyes were half down, and his eyes fell on his blood-red earlobes.

Song Linchu tilted his head, breathing intertwined between the lips of the two, and then intertwined into one piece.

In order to divert Tan Yue's attention, Song Linchu's kiss was active and passionate. Although he was not very proficient in business, Tan Yue was still teased by him so that his breathing was messy, and his blood rushed down.

Song Linchu clearly felt the change in him, but this time he didn't hide, and put his hand on Mr. Tan's belt, saying, "I'll help you."

Tan Yue was flattered.

As a result, he found that he was flattered too early. After he freed his belt this year, his face was blushing, Tan Yue thought he heard him take a few deep breaths, and thought he was embarrassed.

Although the two of them had done more intimate things before, it was the first time for him to help him with such a thing.

The young man lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Every time it trembled, it was like a feather, gently scratching at the tip of Tanyue's heart, and even the belt seemed to be affected, showing its presence more and more.

The warm sunshine in spring fell on the floor, and was refracted by the floor onto Song Linchu's body, enveloping him gently.

An ambiguous and supportive atmosphere enveloped them, as if something was about to break out of the ground, but it stopped at that point, without taking a step forward.

Tan Yue thought he couldn't make up his mind, and when he was about to let him forget it, Song Linchu suddenly bent down and kissed him on the belt.

Tan Yue's breathing stopped suddenly, and all the nerves in his body tensed up as if they were stimulated.

Although it was just a kiss, it was more exciting than any other feeling, and the psychological pleasure made Mr. Tan almost fail directly.

Not to mention the pain, even if he was lying in the coffin, President Tan could crawl out.

Some people, if they don't take the initiative, they will take the initiative, but if they take the initiative, they will kill them.