Possessed Bending

Zhang San was drenched in water under the nozzle, sitting on a three-legged stool under his buttocks, leaning his back against the wall paved with white tiles, with his eyes closed.

After he climbed out of the hotel, he quickly took a taxi home.

As soon as he entered the door, his tight strings relaxed, and all kinds of fatigue swept over him, and he didn't even want to move his fingers at the moment.

His mind was dizzy and he just wanted to sleep, and soon he got his wish. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed. The not-so-soft mattress smelled of his usual washing powder, and the bare skin on his arms After wiping the sheets, you can still feel the holes on the edge of the sheets that were once burned by cigarette butts.

"woke up?"

The hair on his forehead that blocked his eyes was brushed aside, Zhang San opened his eyes, under the soft bedside lamp, Jian Wei's handsome face looked soft and calm.

"En." Zhang San struggled to get up, wanting to check the time, Jian Wei put his hands on his shoulders, helped him up, and put a pillow on his back, "Shouldn't you sleep for a while?"

"What time is it?" Zhang San looked at the dark sky outside, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Hearing the sound, Jianwei raised his arm forward and then retracted it. A black watch was exposed under the raised sleeve, "It's past five in the morning."

"Yeah." Zhang San rubbed his head, lamenting in his heart that he missed the appointment.

"Are you hungry for something to eat?" Jianwei said, raising his hand to touch Zhang San's forehead naturally, and after staying for a while, he put it on his own forehead, "Do you know if you have a fever?"

"Ah?" Zhang San thought about it for a while, he remembered that he seemed to fall asleep while taking a shower, and he didn't seem to have time to clean up his body, those marks, Zhang San thought his face was burning, and he didn't dare to look at Jian Wei .

"Let's have some porridge first, and take some fever-reducing medicine after drinking." Jian Wei sat up from the bed while Zhang San raised his hand and gently held him, "No need, I..."

"You are the patient, the patient is the biggest, understand." Jian Wei returned a smile that reassured Zhang San, pushed Zhang San's hand away, got up and left the bedroom.

Zhang San had mixed feelings in his heart, if Jian Wei picked him up and scolded him, he would feel better.

To be condemned by the limited conscience of my heart as I am now is really painful to die.

When the porridge came in, Jianwei reached out and held Zhang San's hand, "Do you have the strength?"

"Ah, I..." Zhang San didn't know why, but it was still very comfortable to be shaken by Jian Wei, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Jian Wei held Zhang San's hand tightly, and explained, "Let me feed you, your fever hasn't subsided, and your hands are weak."

Zhang San nodded, and finished a bowl of porridge under Jian Wei's service. With food in his stomach, he immediately became much more energetic.

After taking the medicine, Jian Wei took Zhang San's temperature again, and went out of the bedroom after making sure that nothing was wrong. After a while, he came in to get his coat. Zhang San felt anxious and grabbed his clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"Go back."

Zhang San felt uncomfortable, he hesitated and asked, "Can't you stay?"

Jian Wei frowned in embarrassment, smiled and shook his head, "The patient needs to rest."

"You didn't bother me here." Zhang San stubbornly refused to let go.

"No, that's not what I meant." Jianwei tilted his head, raised his hand to cover his forehead, put it down again, and looked at Zhang San, "If I stay any longer, I won't be able to bear it anymore, and you need to rest."

"Forbearance..." Zhang San followed the next sentence, and he understood before he finished speaking, his face flushed, and his hands tightened even more. "Then don't hold back."

Hearing the sound, Jian Wei frowned innocently, let go of his grip on the jacket, bent down, and looked at Zhang San seriously, "Do you know what you're talking about? Has the fever lowered your IQ?"

"I'm not confused." Zhang San met Jian Wei's face, "I want you to stay."

"I can stay, but I can't promise not to touch you." Jianwei spread his hands in embarrassment, waiting for Zhang San's decision.

"I didn't ask you to promise this."

"You have a fever..." Jian Wei wanted Zhang San to understand his situation, but Zhang San pursed his mouth completely ungratefully, raised his hand and opened the quilt covering his body, "If you are asked to go to bed, I will die." I am willing."

Jianwei's eyes lit up, and his breathing was obviously short of breath, but he still suppressed it. He tugged at his collar and stopped looking at Zhang San, "No."

Zhang Sanyi pursed his lips, quickly took off his trousers, stripped off his clothes, turned over and lay down on the bed, pouted his butt high and faced Jian Wei, "Damn it! Fuck me!"

Jianwei's pupils dilated instantly, and he looked away with difficulty, but he moved back to the original place in less than half a second, as if there was a magnet there, attracting his attention.

"Why are you hesitating? I'm not afraid of shit, why are you afraid of doing it?" Zhang San lowered his head and buried his face in the sheet. This posture can block his red face and at the same time cover up the rapid heartbeat.

Jianwei raised his hand and unbuttoned the buttons one by one, his eyes were fixed on the center, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After stripping himself as well, he took over Zhang San's work with both hands, opened the little Zhang San, bowed his head and kissed He climbed up, licked gently with his soft tongue, Zhang San flinched, and frowned in half pain and half joy.

"EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

"It smells so good." Jian Wei admired and raised his head.

Zhang San blushed, and cursed in embarrassment, "How is it possible...you, don't do this, it's not clean over there..."

"No..." Jianwei supported the little Jianwei and pushed it in slowly. After getting deep, he leaned over and pressed Zhang San's back, and said softly, "I washed it, it is very clean, and it can be eaten after use." The body oil, very sweet..."

"Ah?" Zhang San groaned, clutching the pillow with both hands, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"There are a lot of things that don't belong to you stuffed in your ass." Jian Wei's voice rang from his ears in a low voice.

"I, uh..."

"There's no need to explain. Even if you don't keep me today, I won't leave, but for the sake of keeping me, I will let you enjoy the climax soberly."

Zhang San had an intuition that something was wrong, and it was too late to escape. Jian Wei had an extra needle in his hand at some point, "This is from Gemini. After the injection, your sensitivity will increase by ten percentage points. It is said that it will It's so cool that I can't control it, I'm really looking forward to your reaction..."

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