long love

Song Zhiyu forced Shao Shuai to study, that is to really let him study.

Shao Shuai rubbed his head bitterly and sat on the ground, while Song Zhiyu sat on the sofa and listened to his recitation.

"Nothing is more important than the fact that..."

"That, that..." Shao Shuai stuttered completely.

"Nothing, n-0-thing." Song Zhiyu patiently corrected him over and over again.

After being forced to read English all night, Shao Shuai wailed, "Ah! I don't know how to do it!" Annoyed, he threw the English book in his hand and made a gesture to jump on Song Zhiyu, who was startled by Song Zhiyu and avoided him.

Shao Shuai suddenly smirked at him.

Song Zhiyu was amused by his stupid look, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved, "Go to bed when you're tired, and come here first tonight."

Shao Shuai looked at his gentle eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly felt that the so-called gentleness was nothing more than that.

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Shao Shuai felt embarrassed after being supported by Song Zhiyu like an uncle for a few days, and bounced back and forth in the room to express that he was fine.As a result, the consequence of this expression was that Uncle Song resolutely sent him to the school gate of Chenggao.

Shao Shuai stood at the gate of the school wanting to cry without tears, watching Song Zhiyu's car going away, and turned his head into the school bitterly.

Song Zhiyu couldn't stand Shao Shuai, a hormonal explosive, wandering around around him.After Shao Shuai left, Song Zhiyu's anger finally subsided a little these days.

In the evening, Song Zhiyu returned home and took a comfortable bath, then walked gently to the door of Shao Shuai's room.

Pushing the door open, Song Zhiyu could still think of Shao Shuai's figure with his eyes closed, filling every corner of the room.

Lying on the bed, Song Zhiyu hugged the quilt and took a deep breath, Shao Shuai's breath was overwhelming.

Song Zhiyu felt like a pervert.

At this time, a message came from the mobile phone.When I opened it, I saw a message from Shao Shuai: two sick numbers, and an aggrieved expression.It seems to be blaming Song Zhiyu for sending him to school, and a photo is attached below.

The photo shows Shao Shuai and Zhou Zhiqing in the ward. Zhou Zhiqing is lying on the hospital bed. Shao Shuai sits on Zhou Zhiqing's lap with his arms hanging. Zhou Zhiqing's two arms were pressed down by his feet.

The picture freezes at this Shun, Zhou Zhiqing's embarrassment turned into anger, and Shao Shuai's arrogant smile.

Song Zhiyu lay on the bed, staring at the photo for a long time.Then it was saved.Open the photo album, there are countless photos of Shao Shuai: some are lying on the grass outside the house basking in the sun, some are sitting on the ground playing games, some are eating with their heads buried, and some are sleeping on the sofa with their limbs spread out. , and those who drive seriously in the car...

From various angles and at various times, it was Shao Shuai.And none of them are candid shots.

Song Zhiyu clicked on the photo sent by Shao Shuai again after reading each one. Then, he approached the screen carefully, closed his eyes with shame, and slowly pressed his lips to Shao Shuai's face on the screen. .

His expression was so pious, as if he was kissing a beloved lover.

But he knew that Shao Shuai was a child who was eight years younger than him, and he also knew that Shao Shuai would not like men.

He can only be like a humble crush, doing his best to treat him well.Then, pay attention to his preferences little by little, and collect things about him.Sleep in the same bed he slept in while he was away, and steal kisses through the screen.

Song Zhiyu put the mobile phone beside the pillow, then, stretched out two fingers and inserted them into his mouth, and slowly stretched the other hand under himself.

Holding her penis with her fingers, Song Zhiyu hummed sensitively, looked at Shao Shuai's face on the screen, and imagined Shao Shuai's big hand covering his, moving from root to glans, from light to heavy.

"Xiaoshuai..." Song Zhiyu moved his utensils, pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and slid all the way to his nipples, "Mmm..." He pinched the pink nipples with his fingers and rubbed them slowly, and then softly The red grains began to harden.

The fingertips pressed hard on the depression in the middle of the nipple and head, and the thrill of electric current trembled instantly, "Handsome... um..."

The lower finger faded away from the turtle.The thin layer of pink skin on the head and the small horse eyes are more clear.The fingernail scraped the small hole over and over again, and the pleasure continued again and again, "Ah...um~"

Song Zhiyu was lying on his side on the big bed, his slender white legs were tightly sandwiched between the quilt, his head was deeply buried in the pillow, his hair was messily pasted on his forehead, and the tip of his nose was panting violently.Junxiu's face was flushed with emotion, which was quite different from his usual icy appearance. The sensitivity of his body was played with by his fingers over and over again. He imagined that he was being pressed on the bed by Shao Shuai's tall body, and Shao Shuai's palm was on him. His whole body was swept across, and he would rub his body vigorously from time to time, and his body would still turn red, and he would feel pain and pleasure from Shao Shuai's strength...

"Handsome..."

At this moment, Song Zhiyu called Shao Shuai's name over and over again, lying on the bed with a look of being picked by others, so tempting that he wanted to commit a crime...