Great cause young maniac

"It scares me to death, Qiu'er, you scare me to death." He Hua said coquettishly.

"Brother Yi...you...you..." Qiu Li felt his hand touch a piece of smoothness, as for where it was, he felt blushing and thick neck just thinking about it, "You didn't...wear underwear and fell asleep ……"

Qiu Li has never been like these days in his life. He always speaks intermittently without a coherent sentence. After meeting He Hua, he seems to have not spoken a complete sentence for a long time. Now, what is the situation?

[two]

He Hua had a good time, hugged Qiu'er comfortably, and said disdainfully: "If that bastard didn't drink me too much, would I get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and get my clothes wet? If my clothes weren't wet, I wouldn't have taken off my clothes Clothes for sleeping. We came out in a hurry, and I didn’t bring a change of clothes, so..." He Hua laughed apologetically, but caressed Qiu'er's face restlessly, feeling his face on his Under the touch, the temperature is getting higher and higher.

"Brother Yi, can you let go of me, I'm hot." Qiu Li only felt hot all over, and He Hua had a faint floral fragrance, which was pleasant but not strong, which was in line with his favorite fragrance.

"Brother Yi is also hot, but Brother Yi doesn't want to let go of you, so let's just let it die of heat." He Hua smiled slightly, without any trace of evil spirit.

The rain is still ticking outside the window, and the sound is one after another, like moving music and music.

In the calm, there was a burst of Xiao sound coming from nowhere. Talk about your inner pain.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the rain, it was an ensemble of heaven and man, and the sound lingered around Truman.

"Brother Yi, did you hear the sound of the flute?" Qiu Li raised her head, but she just met a hot tear. "Why are you crying? What's wrong with brother Yi?"

He Hua smiled bitterly, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. He said hoarsely: "It's okay, I just heard the sound of the flute, and I thought of my family. My father also likes to play the flute. On his lap, let him blow it to me."

The sound of the flute suddenly increased by another long note, Qiu Li only felt that his heart was also infected by the sobbing sound of the flute, and faintly wanted to cry. When Grandpa was alive, he once taught him to play the flute. It's because he doesn't want to learn, and he just likes to hear Grandpa playing the same tune over and over again.Grandpa said that a friend taught him the tune before his death. Grandpa also said that he actually didn't know how to play the flute, but in order to fulfill that friend's last wish, he insisted on forcing himself to learn the tune.

Hearing He Hua's story for the first time, Qiu Li thought of Grandpa, and couldn't help but feel sympathy for He Hua. While secretly sympathizing with He Hua, he also thought about how to get him out of this sadness.

He never thought that one day he would take the initiative to kiss He Hua, and he never thought that because of these emotions, he took the initiative to put himself in it in an instant, and he was deeply stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself.

In the silence, there was a slight sound, the slight sound of the fabric of the clothes rubbing against the quilt on the bed, Qiu Li covered He Hua's face with his hands, feeling his face that was hot and red from tears, and felt distressed for a while.

He never knew when and when he had other feelings for this righteous brother, and he didn't know that it was a love from the heart, remembering the day when he kissed his lips, the kind that stimulated his heart With the feeling of non-stop beating, he gently closed his eyes, and kissed He Hua's lips without looking at him. The warm breath sprayed on his face, and the fragrance of He Hua's body became stronger.

He Hua didn't make a sound, just opened her lips lightly, and kissed him back, and then the posture of the two changed, He Hua gently turned over, pressed Qiu Li under her body, and looked down on Qiu Li's bright red face while propping her on the bed with one hand. With one hand holding Qiuli's hand bowl resting on his chest, he pressed it lightly on the pillow, and then a delicate and obsessive kiss came to his face, making Qiuli helpless.

"Qiu'er, you kissed me first." He Hua smirked, and kissed deeper. The kisses were like burning flames, scorching his skin one after another, and his kisses gradually moved towards the warmer neck. Going down, it caused Qiuli to hum softly, but it was more beautiful than Huang Ying's night singing.

Hehua's hand touched Qiuli's skirt, untied the belt of the inner jacket, gently twisted a corner, and pushed it up along his skin until his palm touched every inch of his body. thread.

Her fingertips were icy cold, and when she touched the fine and light pink acacia beans, Qiu'er instinctively shrugged her shoulders, trying to escape from his embrace, but she didn't know how to evade, so she could only keep twisting.

"Qiu'er, do you know what a little lovesickness means?" After finishing speaking, she looked up at him, the hair from the back of her head slid around his smooth neck and fell in front of Qiu'er, falling on his half-open chest , as he raised his head slightly, the place where the hair touched seemed to have a fine electric current rushing through, making his uncontrollable hairs stand on end.

"I don't know." Qiu Li didn't lie, he really didn't know, but how did a young man who was not as weak as a crown understand the meaning of lovesickness, and how did he ever understand that the pain of lovesickness is the pain that pierces his chest.

He Hua smiled and bent his eyes, lowered his head, holding the cute red bean-like pink in his mouth, and felt Qiu Li's stiff and stiff body tremble slightly.

The gentle suction made Qiuli's face blush as if on fire. No one had ever treated him like this, even his skin had never been touched like this. Apart from fear, there was also a trace of exploration of the unknown in his heart.

Hands involuntarily grasped the bed sheet tightly, feeling Hehua's warm tongue gently licking the fragility of his chest, and when his teeth rubbed against the little pink, a strange feeling spread all over his limbs, making him feel like breathing Getting heavier and faster.