Bamboo horse is difficult to ride

When Zheng Xin came back from the outside, it was past seven o'clock in the evening, and the house was completely dark. He thought that his uncle and aunt had taken Lin Lang out again, so he turned on the lights and changed his shoes.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Lin Lang's cold voice frightened Zheng Xin, and Zheng Xin realized that Lin Lang had been sitting on the sofa. This guy was getting more and more strange. He sat there without turning on the light at night, and he didn't know what was going on.

Zheng Xin looked around and responded lightly: "Oh, uncle and aunt are not at home."

"I asked you why you came back so late!" Lin Lang suddenly raised his voice, his tone was cold.

Zheng Xin hated Lin Lang's erratic temper the most, he didn't bother to talk to him, and walked to his room with his schoolbag.

"My dad has a social event outside, and my mom went out to play mahjong, and there is no one at home, so you can completely ignore me, right, Zheng Xin, you are really watching people order dishes!"

Zheng Xin didn't say a word, and walked quickly to his room with his schoolbag in his hand. Unexpectedly, when he entered the door, Lin Lang followed him, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, and stretched out his long legs to support the door, preventing Zheng Xin from entering the room. Xin closed the door.

Zheng Xin forced himself to be patient, and untied his schoolbag without saying a word.

"What's in your schoolbag?" Lin Lang stared at him and asked.

"Textbooks." Zheng Xin lowered his eyes and put down his schoolbag.

"Let me see." Lin Lang snatched Zheng Xin's schoolbag, opened the zipper, and poured out the contents with the opening facing down. Several books, utility knives and a semi-finished root carving fell to the floor.

Lin Lang looked at the things on the ground and sneered, "I don't know, when did you start playing art? Root carving, this is an elegant thing."

Zheng Xin stood there looking at the things on the ground without saying a word.

Lin Lang has long understood Zheng Xin's temper, knowing that he is extremely bored and stubborn. If he didn't poke his sore spot with his words, he would definitely not say a word, but once he is irritated, his hidden temper will It will explode, and it will be out of control.

Lin Lang kicked the root carving on the ground with his toe, and said slowly: "What is this carving? Is it a person? It can't be Zhou Mingdi again!"

"It has nothing to do with you." Zheng Xin bent down and picked up the root carving on the ground. This is his work, the fruit of his labor, and Lin Lang is not allowed to step on it and play with it.

Lin Lang grabbed Zheng Xin's arm and pulled it forward. Zheng Xin lost his balance and fell into Lin Lang's arms. Lin Lang took advantage of the situation to hold him.

Zheng Xin was stunned for a moment and then began to struggle.During this period of time, Lin Lang has become much more disciplined. At most, he pinches his butt when the adults in the family are not paying attention. There are almost no other excessive actions. He doesn't know what he wants to do today, but he feels that Lin Lang is particularly abnormal today.

Lin Lang hugged Zheng Xin and grabbed the root carving in Zheng Xin's hand.

"When will you engrave one for cousin too? You always engrave Zhou Mingdi whether you are tired or not, and you really like his face so much?" Lin Lang pulled the root carving out of Zheng Xin's hand with a "snap" He fell to the ground with great strength, and the root carving was dropped in several places.

"Lin Lang, why are you crazy?!" Zheng Xin was in a hurry, Lin Lang could bully him, but Lin Lang couldn't trample on the fruits of his labor!

"How many times have I said that you are not allowed to think about Zhou Mingdi, you are so fucking good, you have thrown yourself in your arms and sent him to the door!" Lin Lang's hand climbed onto Zheng Xin's neck at some point, while speaking Pinch firmly.

Zheng Xin exerted his strength suddenly, and hit Lin Lang's stomach with an elbow. Lin Lang let out a muffled snort, and his hands loosened slightly. Zheng Xin took the opportunity to step on Lin Lang's foot and broke free.

Quickly picked up the root carving on the ground, Zheng Xin was so distressed.

Lin Lang got angry, shook the foot that Zheng Xin stepped on, and suddenly reached out to grab Zheng Xin's back collar, and threw Zheng Xin on the bed.

Zheng Xin didn't have time to resist, he was suppressed by Lin Lang, and he spanked his buttocks several times.

"I told you to be a bitch! I told you to have a crush on Zhou Mingdi! I told you to carve him a root carving! I told you to fall in love with him!"

"Zheng Xin, you are a fucking bitch! Who is Zhou Mingdi, can he like you? What a fucking wishful thinking! I don't even see if you are worthy of him!"

"I told you not to miss him, but you fucking dare to go on a date with him behind my back! Dinner? Birthday? Tell you to eat! Tell you to celebrate your birthday!"

Lin Lang kept beating his hands, and crackling vicious words in his mouth, every word hit Zheng Xin's sore spot.

Zheng Xin struggled, clenched his teeth, and said nothing, tears rolled in his eyes.

Lin Lang felt that the beating was not enough, so he pulled down Zheng Xin's pants, and slapped down on the white buttocks. After a few shots, Zheng Xin's buttocks were printed with red handprints.

Lin Lang looked at the stark contrast between the handprint and the white flowers, and the movements of his hands paused, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Zheng Xin bit his lip and struggled a few times, and found that Lin Lang behind him had no movement, so he turned around and pushed Lin Lang, grabbing his pants and trying to get up.

Without warning, Lin Lang grabbed Zheng Xin's waist, dragged Zheng Xin back, hugged him from behind, and reached out to the front to hold Zheng Xin's dick.

Zheng Xin was shocked all over, not daring to struggle anymore.

Lin Lang squeezed Zheng Xin's chin, leaned forward, and bit Zheng Xin's lip.

A feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar rushed into Zheng Xin's heart in an instant. This feeling was itchy, spreading to all the nerves in the whole body like a tiny electric current.

Zheng Xin recalled the feeling of being held in his hand for obscenity when Lin Lang forced him to call him his cousin that day; and the feeling of being pressed against the wall by Lin Lang to suck kisses in an empty alley on Christmas Eve.

Zheng Xin didn't like Lin Lang treating him in such a domineering way. He always felt that he was played by Lin Lang without respect.

But to be honest, this feeling of being cornered by Lin Lang and having nowhere to retreat...is amazing...

Lin Lang sucked Zheng Xin's lips fiercely, his tongue penetrated into his teeth, and swept it recklessly, until he withdrew contentedly, and then relaxed Zheng Xin, who was panting.

Holding the hand of Zheng Xin's second child even harder, Lin Lang lowered his head slightly and pressed against the tip of Zheng Xin's nose, "Do you like this very much? I really enjoy seeing your expression! Zheng Xin, I still don't recognize you cheap?"

Zheng Xin closed his eyes tightly, he wanted to stretch out his hand to push Lin Lang away, but Lin Lang's hot palm wrapped around the most sensitive part of his body, so hot that his heart that had been empty was suddenly filled, So the raised hand slowly fell, and a little moisture poured out of his closed eyes, he still didn't have the courage to push Lin Lang away.

Lin Lang's hands became more and more vigorous, and he held the immature organs in his palms and stroked them, feeling the changes in the organs with satisfaction.

"Call me cousin, Zheng Xin."

Here it comes again, Lin Lang always used this method to force him, but he refused.

"Should I call? Zheng Xin!"

No, you don't deserve to be my cousin at all. No cousin treats his cousin like this.

"Call me cousin! I'm your cousin!"

I would rather not have such an animal cousin like you!

Lin Lang stared at Zheng Xin's stubborn and submissive expression, and felt even more proud.

He increased the range of motion in his hands, and in just a few strokes, Zheng Xin, who had no extra experience, whimpered out of his palm.

Lin Lang rubbed the sticky white liquid on Zheng Xin's buttocks, and whispered to Zheng Xin's ear, "Is it comfortable?"

It was clearly the words with a faint smile, but it sounded like a cold devil. Those three words were like a devil's voice full of irony, crushing Zheng Xin's only remaining self-esteem.

Tears finally flowed down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and Zheng Xin was trembling all over.

Lin Lang's evil thoughts were completely aroused by Zheng Xin's pitiful appearance. He suddenly pressed Zheng Xin under his body, held Zheng Xin's head with one hand to keep him from moving, and quickly untied his belt with the other hand.

When Zheng Xin heard the sound of the metal buckle on Lin Lang's belt, there was only a blank in his mind. When Lin Lang's hot thing was pressed between his legs, his heart almost stopped Jumped.

Lin Lang wanted to...

Finally, Zheng Xin couldn't hold on any longer, and murmured weakly and weakly: "Lin Lang, let me go..."

"Let you go?" Lin Lang straightened forward, and his own thing was just inserted between Zheng Xin's two thighs, and the comfortable clamping feeling made him feel comfortable all over.

"Lin Lang..." The more Zheng Xin wanted to speak, the more he looked like a kitten, and that indescribable feeling of weakness stimulated Lin Lang's nerves even more.

"Hahaha!" Lin Lang laughed, lowered his head and bit Zheng Xin's ear, "Let me tell you something, Zhou Mingdi, whom you miss so much, slept with his girlfriend."

Zheng Xin's body froze, and there was a bang in his head, as if something had collapsed.

"Do you know what it means to sleep? Hahaha, Zheng Xin, you like him so cheaply, doesn't he want to sleep with a woman!" Lin Lang slammed forward and poked Zheng Xin's legs. The thing in the middle was against Zheng Xin's sensitive place and rubbed past.

Zheng Xin knew that he had fallen into an uncontrollable situation. Lin Lang moved wantonly behind him, and his lifeblood was contemptuously played by Lin Lang in his hands. Is there anything more humiliating than now?

Lin Lang moved a few times and suddenly stopped. He stretched out his fingers and picked up some silver threads on Zheng Xin's buttocks. He twisted his index finger and thumb, his eyes shone strangely, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an arc.

"Zheng Xin, don't you want to know what it's like when Zhou Mingdi and He Jiani make love?"

Zheng Xin shook his head wildly.

"Don't want to? Aren't you curious? Come, let my cousin teach you."

Lin Lang's fingers dipped in the sticky paste, and with this lubricity, he probed towards the taboo place behind Zheng Xin.

Zheng Xin trembled like chaff. He has known Lin Lang for so long. Even though Lin Lang started to bully him this year, he never thought that Lin Lang would do real harm to him, but now...he I began to believe that Lin Lang was a devil, and it might bring him unimaginable harm at any time.

"Lin Lang, don't be like this..."

Zheng Xin didn't know what else he could do.

Lin Lang just squinted his eyes and touched the unknown part.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, only Zheng Xin's low sobbing gasps could be heard, while Lin Lang stared at Zheng Xin's back without saying a word, his fingers paused in front of that part as if waiting for orders, as if he was Break through the last trace of hesitation.

At this moment, the sound of a key opening the door suddenly came from outside, and Zheng Xin's body tensed instantly. He knew that this was the return of his uncle or aunt.

"Lang Lang? What are you doing? Aunt Chen is here." It was my aunt who brought guests back.

Zheng Xin's heart was finally relieved, Lin Lang didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary anymore.

Lin Lang frowned, but he didn't panic. He withdrew his finger as if nothing had happened, wiped Zheng Xin's buttocks, and said loudly, "Mom, I'm helping Zheng Xin with his homework."

The voices of Yan Lizhen and Aunt Chen discussing mahjong tiles came from outside. They didn't seem to care what Lin Lang was doing, even though Lin Lang never helped Zheng Xin with any homework, Yan Lizhen didn't even notice.

Lin Lang whispered regretfully in Zheng Xin's ear: "What a pity!"

Zheng Xin covered his head in the pillow, biting his lip firmly.

Lin Lang unhurriedly got up from Zheng Xin, stuffed his still stiff guy into his underwear, pulled up his pants, and went out with one hand in his trouser pocket. Before he left, he took the quilt Broken root carving.

"Aunt Chen, seeing how happy you are, you must have won a lot of money, right?" Lin Lang walked to the living room to greet the guests with a smile.

Aunt Chen praised happily: "Hey, Lang Lang has grown taller again, and he is really more and more handsome."

Zheng Xin listened to Lin Lang's voice in the room, and his teeth were itching with hatred. The person who was pressing on him and abusing him just now pretended to be an obedient boy to please the adults. Lin Lang is simply a beast in clothes!