【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

On the second and third days, every day Minglou took Mingcheng to drink and play cards, let Mingcheng listen to him chatting and joking with others, and then returned to the room to analyze and summarize together.On the fourth day, under Minglou's signal, Mingcheng also joined the game.

The feeling of playing another person is very subtle, a little shameful, a little confused, the whole person seems to be cut into two pieces, one half is dancing, and the other half is looking at it coldly.Mingcheng tried his best not to speak, but Minglou deliberately led him to talk more, and then diverted the topic away a second before he was about to make a mistake, and it happened naturally without leaving a single flaw.

Because of gambling, people kept pouring wine at the poker table.Mingcheng is actually a good drinker, but he underestimated the power of mixing spirits: three glasses of vodka, two types of whiskey, qin with only ice and lemon, white rum, dark rum, the girl put salt on the pulse of the wrist, and persuaded him Another shot of tequila.

Minglou didn't hear Minglou's voice to stop him, and Mingcheng really drank it all. At first, he didn't feel anything, but when he reacted, even the cards in his hand began to blur.

Mingcheng lost completely.

The more he lost, the more people bought him wine. Now Mingcheng didn't dare to drink, pretended to raise his glass, and secretly poured it under the table while no one was looking.He didn't know how many times he did this, he saw Minglou cast a glance at him from the other side of the card table, obviously admiring him.

But the strange thing is that although his vision has deteriorated, his hearing has become more acute. He can hear every sound within a few meters, and he can even guess where they are from from their accent.Mingcheng thought, maybe he should take part in the "Guess Hometown" game.

It's a pity that there is no such gamble. He is still in a poker game and loses a mess.

When the cards in front of him began to shake, Mingcheng thought it was his hands shaking.But after a while, all the poker players at the same table stopped, and only then did he realize that the ship was shaking.After a while, the broadcast in the cabin sounded, informing the passengers that the rainstorm was coming, and it was suggested to stop all activities, and the passengers took their seats and returned to the cabin to rest.

He discarded his cards regrettably, cursed loudly, then stood up somewhat childishly, shouted "One more game!", and quickly stumbled back to his seat.When the gamblers saw him like this, they thought it was because he lost money and were not convinced. Instead, they smiled and comforted him, saying that the voyage is not over yet, so they can come tomorrow.This sincere and false consolation could not be said for a few words, and they all left with the winnings, leaving only the drunk Mr. Hu and the displeased Mr. Ruan.

They started quarreling and complaining to each other. A dancer who had been with her for a few days came to try to persuade the quarrel. Mr. Nguyen pushed the young girl away, helped her up regretfully, and gave her a ten-franc bill to make amends.After apologizing, he turned around and complained again: "I won't play any poker tables! Whose money is lost!"

"If it's not mine, is it still yours?" Mr. Hu turned his face away with displeasure, swore in a low voice, and staggered towards the cabin.

Seeing him walking away, Mr. Ruan didn't chase after him for a while, but the dancer club got the wrong idea and stuck up to him, asking him if he would like to spend the night in her room.

He was in a dilemma, looking around, for a long while, until Mr. Hu disappeared in the bar, and then said to the blond beauty with a painful experience: "I'm afraid he's drunk to death. Then I have a lot to do with it, and his wife has to tear me apart." .Another day, baby."

The dancer felt that the oriental man's demeanor was really charming. Although the business was not completed, her reluctance was real.She leaned over and stuffed the card with her room number in the other party's pocket. She wanted to give a free kiss, but the other party didn't know if it was magic. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared from her eyes. .

Minglou chased all the way out of the room but failed to catch up with Mingcheng. He opened the door and found that he had come back. He folded his clothes and lay down on the bed. Hearing the sound of Minglou coming in, his body moved slightly for a while. Then he opened his mouth in a low voice: "Brother..."

Minglou looked at him angrily and amusedly: "You, you, you didn't think of spilling wine so late."

Mingcheng felt as if someone was pulling his chest from two directions, and argued a little unconvinced: "You didn't give me a hint."

"You want me to give you a hint? What's the first thing I teach you?"

"Always stay awake," they said in unison.

After finishing speaking, Mingcheng pressed his temple and sighed heavily: "It's too difficult."

Minglou didn't hear those words.At this time, he had already entered the bathroom, wet a towel, and was about to wipe Mingcheng's face.

The moment the cold towel touched his skin, Mingcheng let out a satisfied sigh.He was so hot that any coolness was precious.

Minglou looked at his smiling face, but didn't say a word. He wiped his face and both hands, and then patted his face: "Get up, I'll take off your coat, or you can get up by yourself, go Take a shower."

Unexpectedly, Mingcheng not only got up, but slid down from the pillow, found Minglou's leg, and settled down on the pillow as a matter of course.

Ming Lou sighed helplessly, looked down at him and said, "Little drunkard. I'll find you some candy. Otherwise, I'll have a headache tomorrow."

Mingcheng shook his head: "Just sleep for a while."

"I didn't sleep like you."

After all, the tone was not harsh, and it didn't even mean to stop him at all.

Mingcheng laughed lowly, keeping his eyes closed all the time, with a calm expression, as if he could fall into a dream at any time: "Brother, your pants are so cool." After speaking, he used his face to prove what he said was true Rubbed.

Even though he was making such a fuss, Ming Lou still let him go.Looking at Mingcheng's sleeping face, he suddenly thought that Mingcheng had never been so relaxed even when he was a child.

Thinking of this, he indulged the young man's self-willedness of pretending to be crazy or bold through drinking, and stretched out his hand to gently brush his slightly sweaty forehead hair, exposing his forehead for him.

Minglou can't remember the last time he looked at Mingcheng so carefully.It seems that in just one thought, he has grown into such a tall and straight young man, with neat sideburns, smooth forehead, and eyes full of light.

Watching and watching, Minglou felt soft-hearted, and felt that he couldn't keep watching, but before he could turn his eyes away, his back suddenly felt hot—it was Mingcheng's hand that touched it.

too hot.Minglou thought with some annoyance, only in this way could he find a reason for his unconscious trembling just now.But the next moment I felt it was funny again: Is there any reason to find this?

Mingcheng leaned on his lap and smiled lowly: "That beauty touched you like this at the poker table?"

His hand sneaked into Minglou's suit jacket, like a snake just waking up from hibernation, clumsy and enthusiastic, trying to get into the shirt again and again.

Minglou gasped, and was about to grab Mingcheng's hand with his backhand.Who would have thought that the young man who was still limply drunk a moment ago was too agile at this time, not only did he not get caught by him, but he actually touched his skin, and the hot sweat glued the two of them together, and they didn't Know whose sweat it is.

"Mingcheng. Don't pretend to be drunk."

Minglou made a gesture to drink him.But at this moment Mingcheng was not afraid of him at all, his nimble hand traced back along Minglou's naked backline, and the other hand wrapped around Minglou's waist; Laughing loudly, breathing lightly on his waist and abdomen, it was too sweet torture.

Minglou couldn't bear it anymore, lifted him from his lap, blocked his smile, and kissed him heavily.

He tasted the strong wine in Mingcheng's mouth, it was so fragrant and sweet that he couldn't separate it even for a moment.Mingcheng tried hard to respond to him, the tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, licking his teeth, his breath was moist and hot, like a cloud at noon.

The lust that had been deliberately suppressed finally enveloped the two of them crazily.Minglou held Mingcheng's face, looked into his eyes, obviously wanted to say something, but forgot at the next moment, and just meandered a new kiss along the tight neckline.

He unbuttoned Mingcheng's shirt, the ship was swaying in the wind and rain, each button took longer than usual, and every time he unbuttoned one, he printed a brand new kiss on the position of the button.He bit Mingcheng lightly, feeling the youth's subconscious resistance and willing meekness, he heard the sound of panting, echoing in the small room, mixed with the sound of the peeling rain on the window, urging them.

This was a sudden event, and it was taken for granted.Minglou thought angrily, whoever told him to stop would be damned.Mingcheng laughed as he hugged and lay back in the deep bed, which caused the two of them to pause for a short while. Minglou lowered his head to look at him with questioning eyes; Mingcheng still smiled and hooked his neck , said in his ear: "Minglou, you are so kind, I love you."

Minglou also laughed, bit his neck and ears, and whispered in his ear.

He was so patient with Mingcheng, but he was very careless with himself, his hands were shaking so badly that all the buttons of his shirt were ruined and scattered in every corner of the room.The two people facing each other naked seem to know each other for the first time, but they are not shy or afraid. Love and desire have brought them here and will also create a new them.

This was the first time Mingcheng saw the scars on Minglou's body. He didn't ask where they came from, but just pressed them with his hands, and then leaned over to kiss them carefully, as if treating a brand new living thing.But at this time, it was Minglou who lost his patience, turned him over, and just wanted to kiss him.

They are too young to know the taste and power of lust.

Minglou entangles Mingcheng, his young limbs are so strong and powerful, caressing is like wrestling and conquering.Sweat made them unable to separate, and they didn't want to separate, jerky and eager to give all the comfort they could.

Minglou kisses every inch of Mingcheng's skin, his thin back is like mountains, his limbs are like running water, as long as he touches him lightly, the mountains and running water will all come alive.From this moment, they are all his, just as they are all Mingcheng's.In the overwhelming lust, it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth, day and night, only the one where the skin is pressed is real, and they fall deeply into it, as if they can never escape.

At this time, the alcohol exerted its power, and Mingcheng felt his hands and legs were soft, and his body was as heavy as lead. He hugged Minglou in a panic, rubbing his sweaty forehead on his shoulder, and called out to him in a low voice. He didn’t know whether he was begging for mercy or pleasure, but Minglou said to him, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll teach you.”

"……You can?"

"...just try it."

Mingcheng wanted to cast a glance at him, and when he looked at him, the meaning of his eyes changed. He yearned for him so much that his whole body was thirsty, eager for a storm of lust.Whether it is joy or pain, as long as it is brought by Minglou, he will be happy.

He entangled with Minglou even harder, panting heavily: "Alright then, you teach me, big brother."

……

On the fifth day after leaving Helsinki, the poker table players found their Vietnamese friends absent.

When the ship arrived in Calais, Mingcheng's seasickness was completely cured.

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