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When a strong force grabbed his waist and abdomen, Meng Yi didn't react at all.

Fu Juehan slammed him onto the vertical beam of the equipment, pulled his wrists up and pressed them to the top of his head with one hand, and then his hot lips broke in like out of control!

As soon as it enters, it will drive straight in, licking people's mouth to burn.

The credibility is not high, Meng Yi has wandered for 20 years, and he seems to be a seductress who can play, but in fact he is so innocent that he has never held the hand of a boy or a girl.

Hugging, kissing, sharing the same bed, the first time in various forms and meanings, he gave Fu Juehan all of them.

When the tip of his tongue was bitten, he was stunned.

The jaw was forcibly opened, and the lips were forced to open to the maximum, and nothing could stop it.

Fu Juehan invaded and stirred fiercely, as if wanting to take away his soul.

His mouth was hot and numb, and his back began to feel sore and weak. Meng Yi felt that if he went on like this, he would inevitably be bombarded, so he quickly mobilized his remaining rationality to struggle.

"Wait! Wait...Wait, Fu-uh!"

The breath he managed to get out was squeezed to pieces again, Fu Juehan actually covered his mouth with his hands.

The hot kiss lingered down the side of the neck this time, and fell back to the lips reluctantly after a while.

He held Meng Yi's cheek, rolled his tongue to taste wantonly, rough and strong.

Because of the huge difference in height, he can only kiss people by pressing them against the vertical beams. When he bows his head, the muscles on his shoulders protrude exaggeratedly.

In Meng's eyes, he just felt like some huge beast covering his body, which was inexplicably terrifying.

"Don't...you wait...I don't want..."

He faltered and hummed, but Fu Juehan ignored it like he was crazy.

The breathing in his ears was disordered, and Meng Yi's consciousness gradually lost. He really couldn't bear to be kissed like this for the first time when he kissed someone.

Not to mention taking a breath, he didn't even know how to find a gap to relax his lips, but Fu Juehan kept forcing him to raise his head, so that all the things that were too late to swallow all slipped into his throat along with the opponent's fierce attack.

With a "gulu" sound, he swallowed it.

"..."

"..."

When the voice came out, both of them froze.

Meng Yi blinked blankly, thinking blankly, how could he be so comfortable...

An unhurried warmth exploded from the waist and spread to the lower abdomen. He seemed to have turned into ice cream floating on the hot milk tea, slowly melting from the inside, losing strength, and feeling so comfortable that he wanted to shrink himself into a small size. Small group.

But Fu Juehan couldn't believe it.

He let go of Meng Yi impatiently and looked down at him.

The man in his arms had hot lips, hot eye sockets, and his eyes were already drenched, looking at him with water vapor, as if he would not hide no matter how much he had been done.

There is a difference between a superficial kiss and a soft kiss. It is also the first time a relative, Fu Juehan did not expect Meng Yi to be able to accept it to this extent.

For a moment, his heart was scorching hot, and the pity he couldn't hide seemed to be blowing out, only a fool would let him go at this time.

"You...what's wrong with you..." Sensing that his eyes were wrong, Meng Yi covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and backed away nervously like a rabbit.

But before he could catch his breath, he was pulled by a strong force, and Fu Juehan directly hugged him with his legs.

"Hey! Don't..."

Meng Yi groaned in surprise, but was blocked by his hot lips, his body suddenly hung in the air, and his back slammed into the cold vertical beam.

Fu Juehan rudely pinned him on the equipment, as anxious as a bandit who kidnapped a lady and wanted to force her into the bridal chamber.

"So cute..."

He kissed like crazy, and he didn't talk about any tenderness, but the love in his eyes was so strong that it burned and turned into a bad animal instinct.

I want to gag his mouth, burn him to death, make him cry and hum, be warmed by the heat, and never dare to do those seductive things again.

Meng Yi was dumbfounded by the kiss, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was completely dependent on others to hold him. The two legs in Fu Juehan's arms were as soft as noodles.

He couldn't change his breath, physical tears flowed all over his face, the water in his body flowed out in various ways, and then compensated for it through kisses.

The attack was out of control, and swallowing had become instinctive.

He even took the initiative to wrap the tip of his tongue around it, touching it shyly and proactively. Fu Juehan was extremely pleased and endured to the limit. Just as he was about to push him down on the bench, there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Brother Han!" Li Yang called him: "I went to pick up the car?"

The louder footsteps sounded like a signal for death, Meng Yi's cheeks flushed with fright, and he hurriedly shouted to stop, the sound of being kissed so hard was sandwiched in the soft tone.

Fu Juehan couldn't stop, he just wished he could die on him.

When the door of the gym was pushed open, he was hugging Meng Yi even higher, and the person in his arms turned into a rabbit in fright, with red eyes, he shouted in a breathy voice, "Someone is here..."

Fu Juehan leaned over to block him, and roughly grabbed something beside him. Before Li Yang poked his head out from behind the door, he said, "Get out!"

Then the mineral water bottle hit the door panel.

Li Yang fled in desperation, and before he left, he heard Meng Yi yell "It hurts", and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Fu Juehan immediately hugging him away from the equipment, and said sorry to his lips in a soft voice .

When Fu Juehan kissed enough, Meng Yi didn't even know where he was.

He was lying on the floor that wasn't too cold, with the sports jacket that Fu Juehan tore off casually on his back, his chest heaving violently, his eyes were dazed and lifeless, he was bullied to the point of death.

The unstoppable mist slipped out from the end of his eyes, and was immediately wiped away by his rough fingertips. Fu Juehan leaned over to support his face, and shouted: "Xiaobao, come back to your senses."

Only then did Meng Yi's eyes focus, and there was a phantom image of a man in his eyes.

He turned around immediately, covering his face with his arms, ready to explode in shame.

Come on, what's the matter, he's just full.

Fu Juehan thought he was shy, leaned over and forcibly called him over, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

He knew that he didn't look like a good person just now, and his strength, posture, and depth were all confiscated, but since the relationship between the two has reached this point, he is too lazy to pretend.

"Blame me, don't cry, don't do it next time."

A word said in a gentle voice, but without sincerity, he pressed Meng Yi and kissed the corner of his lips, smiling while kissing.

The person under him came to push him, but he lost all strength like a cat's paw, and he couldn't speak fluently, "Stop coming...your mouth is numb..."

"Let me see." Fu Juehan brushed his hand away from his face, pinched his lips and rubbed them twice, it was more than numb, it was red and swollen, and the corners of his lips were broken in two places.

"Bitten." He said truthfully, his brows and eyes seemed to be distressed, but there was a bit of hooliganism in his words, "I cried and scratched before I didn't do anything, you are so squeamish."

"Fuck, what else do you want..."

He had just recovered from the lack of oxygen in his brain, and he gave Fu Juehan a sharp push with his hand, which made his heart tremble, and then he stared at him with a hook in his eyes, and said in a vicious voice, "How fucking stinky and shameless! "

This sound was like anger or anger, and the ending was rising, it could be regarded as scratching the softest flesh of Fu Juehan's heart.

He lowered his head abruptly, pinching Meng Yi's chin with his powerful hands, his lips were opened with a little force with his thumb and forefinger, the next second, Fu Juehan approached suddenly, and licked his lips and the tip of his tongue from bottom to top.

"What else do you think I want?" He panted heavily, unable to hide the violence in his bones, but still smiling.

"I...you..."

He hesitated and couldn't say a word, Meng Yi was completely dumbfounded, his whole body was red like ripe berries, his skin was torn by Fu Juehan's kiss just now.

This is fucking too much!

Even if Meng Yi had ten heads, he would never have imagined that there was such a French affinity.

His body was clamoring with hot flashes, and his pants were about to be wet again. He also faintly realized that things were developing in an uncontrollable direction, so he pushed the person up in a panic, and retreated weakly with his hands and feet.

"I, I went down first, I haven't confiscated my luggage..."

The slender ankle was suddenly held by a big hand, "Going to run again?"

Fu Juehan directly pulled the man back by his ankle, put it on his lap and circled it, "Are you shy? I don't even dare to look."

He's not shy, he's just guilty, his head drooping like he wants to shrink himself into a bean, "A-Is there anything else..."

Fu Juehan's heart was broken by his stupid and pitiful appearance, and he buried his head in his neck and sniffed lightly, "I've kissed you, shouldn't you give me a title?"

Meng Yi's heart skipped a beat, the thing he feared the most from just now still happened.

He dodged his eyes and pretended to be stupid: "I don't understand what you said."

Fu Juehan only took him ashamed, held his face and stared devoutly for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, a sentence seemed to have been ravaged by wind and snow for several years before it slipped to his lips.

"Xiaobao, follow me."

The author says:

Xiaobao: Can I not get bombarded if I tell you?