Yuba can't

Title: Yuba Can't

Author: Beijing male favorite

Simple copy:

This is a story about rubbing the lower body in the shower, and rubbing and rubbing to find true love.

Zhuang Yao: Dude, help me out, I feel uncomfortable.

Citi: Sir, this bath does not provide this service.

Zhuang Yao: Fuck, I'll give the money and say the amount.

Citigroup: You can find Miss.

Zhuang Yao: I'm too lazy to move.

Citigroup: How much?

Zhuang Yao: Say the number.

Citigroup: five hundred.

Zhuang Yao: Fuck you, are you stealing money?Are you a golden hand?Two hundred or not?

Citi: dry

Money-losing eyes are attacked by VS ruffians

Little City Joyful Color Text

Born to masturbate... Watch!No morals, no 3P, no thunder.

Content tags: Love in the City, Huanxi, Enemy, Misunderstanding

Search keywords: protagonists: Citi, Zhuang Yao, Zhang Yuan, Pang Shuai┃Supporting roles: a large group of bastards and a large group of scrubbers┃Others:

☆, drunk big bird

It was snowing heavily on Xiao'eve, and Citi was wrapped in a military overcoat and wearing cotton slippers and ran from the backyard to the front yard. A lot of snow filled his shoes along the way, and he shivered from the ice.

Running to the front yard, Citi knocked on the iron door a few times: "Mom, take out my stuff."

Not long after the door opened, the old lady said with a straight face: "It's the Chinese New Year, don't you know how to get up early? Every time you are late, you have to lose hundreds of dollars this month." The old lady impatiently put the tools away. The bag was thrown over, Citi quickly reached out to catch it, and said distressedly: "Take it easy, what if it breaks?"

The old lady ignored Citi, and closed the door to enjoy the warmth inside.

Hua Qi hurriedly wrapped the tools in his military coat, and walked towards the gate with difficulty.

Citi was born in an ordinary worker's family. His parents were honest and responsible people. They didn't make much money and had little ability, but they gave Citi a good environment to thrive.

Many people say that Citigroup is just a disappointing person with no ambition or revenge.

They are right, Citi really has no ambitions or revenge, he just wants to earn a little money, live out his life in peace, and take root in this big fart town until he grows old and dies.

So, after graduating from junior high school, Citigroup began to make a living everywhere. He worked as a restaurant passer, moved bricks on the construction site, worked as a laborer in the shampoo shop, and sold things in the market.Year after year, Citigroup has changed many jobs, but none of them can make him feel at ease.

After a long time, Citi's parents began to worry. It's not a problem for the child to wander around like this all day long. He has to learn some crafts to support himself. If the two of them kick their legs one day, what will happen to the child?

Later, they turned around and finally found a coal mining job.

Just after the work arrangements were made, Citigroup made a fuss and refused to go to the coal mine to mine coal. The reason for the refusal was that I wanted to live by my own efforts.

As a result, Citigroup began another job-changing journey.

Just when Citi was at a loss, he met a man, a scrubber.

Their acquaintance was in an Internet cafe. The man secretly added his number while Citi was on the toilet. During the chat, the man kept teasing Citi with pornographic words.

At that time, Citi had just turned 19 years old, and his understanding of sex was still vague, so he was more or less curious.During the chat, the man proposed to meet, and Citi agreed without hesitation.

They met at the entrance of the Internet cafe, and it happened to be snowing heavily that day.

After the meeting, the man took Citi to his residence, a simple bungalow, and they sat cross-legged on the bed, chatting about everything.During the detailed discussion, Citi learned that his job was to scrub people in the bathtub, and his income was not bad.

Citi immediately regained consciousness and begged the man to teach him.

The man verbally agreed, but he also made a request, that is, to have sex with Citi once.

Citi knows that he likes to look at men, and every time he walks on the street and sees good-looking men, he will take a look at them, but those gorgeous women can't attract his attention no matter what.

But Citigroup doesn't know what this feeling is.

Later, Citi rejected him because he was not good-looking.

Just when Citi was about to leave, the man compromised, and the only requirement was to be a friend and keep in touch with him whenever he had nothing to do.In this way, under his leadership, Citigroup became a scrubber.

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Citi took a taxi to the city center and trotted all the way in cotton slippers. As soon as he entered the turnstile of the bathing city, he was caught by the foreman.

"American Ginseng, you're late again."

Citi shrank her neck, and grinned with her teeth bared: "Foreman, I slept through today, can you be accommodating?"

"Fuck you, you are late every day, and you have not come on time for a month." The foreman looked at his watch: "If you are late for 35 minutes, you will be deducted three shower fees."

Citi is in a hurry: "Don't, I promise I won't be late tomorrow, why don't I just deduct a bath money?"

"I can't do without one." The foreman rolled his eyes and said, "It's the Chinese New Year, and the guests who come to our bath are all lined up. Look at Xiao Li and the others. Someday they don't soak here 24 hours a day. , just to rub a few more, but you are fine, and you will rush home after eight hours, do you still want to do it?"

Citi smiled apologetically: "If you want to do it, I'm just living with it."

The head waiter curled his lips: "Hurry up and get in, the men's hall is overcrowded, and there are only two private rooms left."

Citi asked in surprise, "So much?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up to help."

Hua Qi smiled and said, "I'll go help right now, and try to rub some more today." Hua Qi wrapped up her military coat tightly, and slipped into the male guest room with her cotton slippers.

As soon as he entered the door, Citi threw off the wet cotton slippers on his feet. His feet were white. He curled his toes and cursed: "Fuck, it's so cold today."

"You're still going home when you're cold? Find yourself guilty?" Xiao Li came out of the bathroom in his underpants, and said with a ruddy face, "You live in the suburbs, and it takes more than an hour to go back and forth every day. Look, you're late again."

Citi pouted, opened the locker and began to change clothes.

Seeing that there were not many people in the locker room, Xiao Li hurried to the side of Citi and muttered: "Hey, American Ginseng, let's discuss something."||

Citi took off his military coat and stuffed it into the cabinet: "Speak."

"I have to go home after ten o'clock, can you support me for a while?"

Citi looked back at him: "What if the foreman knows? Why don't you scold me?"

"Oh, can't you help brother just once? I really have something to do." Xiao Li was anxious.

Citi laughed and said, "Something happened to your family? What's the matter?"

Xiao Li looked around nervously, and said in a low voice, "You don't know, a man came here just now, and when I was giving him a bath, I accidentally rubbed off his tattoo, I see him like that He's just a bastard, how can I provoke him, I have to go home and hide."

Citi couldn't laugh or cry: "Is there a tattoo that can be rubbed off?"

"Oh, even if it's a fake, I'd be terrified if I rubbed it off. I'm afraid I'll be beaten."

Citi looked him up and down, and laughed: "All right, all right, I'll help you with the shift, but it's agreed in advance that I have to pay for the bath money."

"No problem, as much as you rub today is yours."

Citi smiled: "Okay then, let's go, I'm going to work." Citi took off his pants, put on his own pants and took a tool bag into the bathroom.

Citi walked to the number area and took a look: "NO.18 took a shower."

"coming"

Citi walked to the edge of the soft bed and saw a fat man with a fat head and big ears lying on it, he couldn't help curling his lips secretly: "Sir, how do you want to rub?"

The fat man said: "Isn't it the same to take a shower, just rub off the mud."

"When you see you, you turn your head back. We have the most variety of baths here. There are mud rubbing, blood circulation promoting, and skin care bathing. After rubbing, there are also massage, scraping, and exfoliation. How do you want to do it? One-stop ?” Citi talked about a bunch of his special skills in a row.

"No, I'll just rub the mud." The fat man said.

Citi curled his lips, and didn't continue to introduce his unique skills. At first glance, he was a master who couldn't enjoy himself and had no money.

Citi put on the bath towel and started to rub the fat man's body vigorously after soaking. After a while, the mud on his body began to emerge endlessly. Citi wondered, how long has it been since he took a bath?

"American ginseng." A shout came from the bathhouse.

Citi quickly responded: "What's wrong here?"

The foreman came over, leaned into his ear and said, "Don't worry about it, let the newcomer do the work, follow me to the private room, there are not enough people there."

Citigroup is in full swing, and private rooms are a holy place to make money, and they only receive small and wealthy owners.

Citi hurriedly took off the bath towel, and said to the fat man on the bed: "Sir, you lie down for a while, I'll let someone else wash it for you, I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry." After finishing speaking, Citi didn't wait for the fat man After speaking, he turned around and left the bathroom.

The bathing center where Citi is located is the largest in this small town, with a total of four floors. The first floor is a public bath, the second floor is a performance and rest hall, the third floor is a private room, and the fourth floor is a place for dining.

Citi wore work clothes and carried a tool bag to the third floor. After arriving at the designated room, he knocked on the door lightly: "Hi, I'm a service employee, can I come in?"

"Come in." A deep and lazy voice came from inside.

Citi pushed the door open without saying a word and entered, followed by a strong smell of alcohol rushing into his nostrils, Citi was disgusted but still said with a smile on his face: "Hello, sir."

"Hello." The man lay on the soft bed with a white towel around his waist.

Citi approached and turned on the shower. When he turned around, the man had his eyes closed. Citi looked at him carefully. His face was ruddy, his nose was straight, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly. Most importantly, he had a tattoo on his shoulder. The ferocious black leopard, coupled with his extraordinarily strong figure, looks even more mighty and domineering.

"Why don't you start yet?" The man suddenly said, and Citi shivered in fright. He hurriedly took a new bath towel from the tool bag, soaked it and put it on his hand: "Sir, how do you want to wash it?"

"One train."

Citigroup's eyes are bright, and the rich will enjoy it.

Citi picked up the shower head to wet the man's body, and then took off the white towel around his waist. When the man's second brother was exposed to the air, Citi couldn't help swallowing, fuck, is he really big.

In order not to notice the feeling, Citi hastened to work on him, scrubbing him carefully.

The man was very clean, and there was no mud left after rubbing for a long time, but Citi enjoyed it very much, as if he was stroking this man with both hands, firm and soft.

"Sir, please turn over and lie on your stomach, the front rubbing is over." Hua Qi reluctantly said.

The man gave a grunt, and slowly opened his eyes. His indifferent gaze swept over Citi's face, and then he lay down on the bed: "Why do you look like a bitch?"

Citi was stunned: "There's no way, it's just like this."

The man didn't speak any more.

Citi admitted his mistake and rubbed his back, then his thighs, then his feet, and even his heels carefully. After everything was over, Citi took a basin of warm water and poured it down his back.

"Brother, is it comfortable?" Citi took off the bath towel, took a finger cot from the tool bag = put it on the index finger.

The man snorted.

Seeing that he didn't like to talk to him, Citi didn't talk. He took out a bottle of essential oil from his bag, squeezed out a little on his fingertips, and then quickly walked behind the man, slowly and softly poked in.

Citi rubbed and pressed the folds, the body hair behind her was glued together under the mixture of essential oils, Citi looked red.

Citi put all her fingers behind his back, rubbing it up and down repeatedly.

At this moment, the man moved his body and said softly, "Bring me a bottle of water."

Citi was taken aback, and quickly stopped: "Would you like mineral water? Or a drink? Beer? Red wine?"

"What the hell are you talking so much nonsense, you want mineral water." The man got up and lay down on the bed.

It didn't matter that he was lying down, Hua Qi's eyes widened immediately, and he looked directly at the reddened second brother under him.

Seeing him staring intently, the man said with a dark face, "What the hell are you thinking?"

Citi recovered, coughed twice and hurriedly took a bottle of mineral water from the table and handed it over.

After the man took it, he unscrewed it and took a sip, but his eyes never left Citigroup. He drank half of the bottle in one gulp, then screwed on the cap and said, "Brother, help me out, it's hard to hold back." I glanced under him.

Citi was taken aback, and quickly said: "Sorry, this bath does not provide this service."

"Fuck you." The man took the cards from his wrist: "Tell me the number, and get it yourself."

Citi was a little moved, and out of face, he said stiffly: "You can find Miss."

The man glared at Citi: "I'm too lazy to move, hurry up."

Hua Qi couldn't help the double temptation after thinking for a while, and asked softly, "How much?"

The man curled his lips: "Just tell me the number."

Citi thought for a while: "Five hundred."

"Fuck you, are you robbing money?" The man sat up straight, and said fiercely, "You're a golden hand? Two hundred, can you do it?"

Citi hesitated for a while: "Do it."

The man restrained his anger, slowly lay back on the bed, spread his legs and said, "Hurry up."

Citi stared at his second brother, secretly swallowing his saliva, he took off his finger cots, took the essential oil from the bag with his hand back, squeezed his whole palm, he stretched out his hand shiveringly, just when hesitating, The man grabbed his hand and slammed it on his second brother.

Citi was taken aback, and before she could speak, the man scolded: "Fuck you, hurry up."

Citi went all out, shook his hand slightly, and began to swipe up and down quickly.

Under the effect of essential oil, the man's second brother looks sticky and feels very slippery in the hand. Citi loves to play with it, and occasionally scrapes the top of the second brother with his nails, only to hear the man groan : "Fuck, why don't you be honest."

Citi just pretended not to hear and continued to play.

This is the first time for Citi to play with other people's second brother, and he is still such a big second brother. The two balls are also very interesting, one left and one right are very smooth, and they are kneaded in their hands.

"What the hell, hurry up" the man cursed, followed by bursts everywhere.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and threw his cards to the ground with a wave of his hand: "Go to my box and get the money."

Citi still couldn't get enough of it and said, "Don't you need me to help you?"

The man gave him a hard look: "I'll do it myself."

Citi curled her lips, bent down and picked up the cards in her hand and left the private room. Along the way, Citi kept cursing, this person can turn his face faster than a book?He was still out of breath just now, but his face changed when he turned around, what a joke!

Citi arrived in the locker room, opened the box according to the number on the card in his hand, and after fumbling with one hand for a long time, he finally found the wallet in his pants. He opened it and looked at it together. There was a thick wad of money, which was as much as six or seven thousand. Citi was envious He took out 200 yuan from it and stuffed it into the pocket of his overalls. Just when he was about to put the wallet back, he saw the man's ID card.

Citi wanted to know, what would be the name of such a good-looking and rascally man?

Without hesitation, he took out his ID card and said silently: "Zhuang Yao."

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Citi held his ID card and looked at it for a while, then put it back into the wallet, locked the locker, and returned the same way.

On the way back, Citi involuntarily put his hands on the pockets of his overalls, as if he was afraid that the 200 yuan would suddenly disappear.

He quickened his pace to the third floor, and before entering the private room, he knocked on the door again: "Sir, may I come in?"

The door opened suddenly, and Citi couldn't help taking two steps back, looking at the people inside in surprise.

There was a change of person in the private room, a man who was not as good-looking as Zhuang Yao, but his appearance was not bad either.

He looked Citi up and down, and then stretched out his hand: "Where's the card in hand?"

Citi was startled, and handed over the card. Just as the man reached out to touch the card, Citi hurriedly withdrew his arm and asked in confusion, "Who are you? For the safety of the guests, I need to hand the card in person." Leave it to him."

The man raised the corner of his mouth and said cursingly, "Have you got shit in your head? Of course I'm his friend. Give me your hand card quickly." In his arms, guarded like a rare treasure.

"Fuck you, what do you want?" The man grabbed Citi by the collar, raised his fist and said, "You are so arrogant, are you looking for a beating?"

"Wen Tao, what are you doing?" A voice came from the end of the corridor, and the man and Citi turned their heads to look at the same time.

Zhuang Yao wore a bathrobe and watched the song and dance performance in the rest hall on the second floor for a while. It seemed that there were only a few yellow-haired girls screaming there. He couldn't close his eyes and squint for a while. In desperation, he got up and left. In the rest hall, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Wang Wentao grabbing the boy's collar, full of anger.

Wang Wentao put down his fist and loosened Citi's collar: "Brother, didn't you go to the show? Why are you back?"

Zhuang Yao frowned slightly, ignored Wang Wentao, and walked up to Citi instead. He was about to ask what was going on, but Citi took the lead.

"Sir, your hand card." Citi took out the hand card from his pocket: "Sir, the hand card can only be kept by you personally. If you need someone else to keep it, we must get your permission."

Zhuang Yao kept a straight face and said nothing, reached out to take the cards in his hand and said to Wang Wentao, "Go back."

Wang Wentao nodded, and looked at Citi once more before leaving: "Brother, this kid is just looking for a beating. If you didn't stop me just now, I would have punched him."

Zhuang Yao said annoyedly, "Shut your mouth."

Hua Qi stood still, listening to their conversation, followed them to the elevator entrance, and when Zhuang Yao entered the elevator, Zhuang Yao glanced at Hua Qi, Hua Qi quickly looked away, and slipped into the private room .

Citi didn't know why he wanted to hide, maybe it was because of fear?

In this small city, there are countless unscrupulous people from the mixed society, and they can catch a lot of them walking on the street, but Citi can feel that Zhuang Yao is different from them, but can't tell where the difference is.

Once, Citi accompanied a colleague to the night market for a stroll. The colleague happened to buy a brightly colored earphone earphone, straddling his neck, and he walked with a bumpy step. At this time, three or four dyed earphones The yellow-haired hooligan stopped the way and told him to hand over the earphones or do it.

The colleague rejected the hooligan's request, but as soon as the words fell, the colleague was beaten by the hooligans.

Citi rushed up to help, but one of the hooligans pressed a knife on his stomach. He didn't dare to move anymore, because he knew that these people could do anything.

The law and order in this small town is very bad. Fights, robbery and theft happen almost every few days. Even if the police come, it will not help. Emperor Shangao is far from being able to control it.

There were a lot of onlookers at that time, and they watched indifferently.

Later, Citi realized a truth, the hero does not suffer immediate losses, as long as they are not here to ask for their lives, everything is negotiable, and it is free to rob money and sex.

After Citi packed things up, she didn't leave in a hurry, but sat on the soft bed, thinking about Zhuang Yao involuntarily, his mind was full of him.

After an unknown period of time, Citi stopped thinking about it, and left the private room with his tool bag. When the door was closed, he glanced inside a few times, and a sense of loss came to his heart, which made his nose sore.

Zhuang Yao was just a small episode in Citi's life that couldn't be smaller. After a few days in a row, Citi left this good-looking man behind. Can't help but miss it.

"American Ginseng, you are still sleeping, what time is it?"

Hua Qi was lying on the pool platform of the bathhouse and taking a nap, but was awakened from the dream by the foreman's roar.

Citi rubbed her eyes and yawned: "Call me as soon as I fall asleep."

"Don't sleep, it's New Year's Eve tomorrow, I got some frozen pears and persimmons in my hair, go get them quickly, or you'll be gone if it's too late." The foreman stretched out his hand and pulled Citi up from the platform.

Hua Qi yawned again, and said disapprovingly, "No one in my family likes to eat that toy, and anyone who wants to eat can get it. I just want to sleep."

"I don't know if you're really stupid or fake. Even if your family doesn't eat it, you can give it away when the time comes. It's considered human kindness." The foreman persuaded earnestly.

"What you said makes sense, no matter how high or low you are, it's a courtesy, isn't it?" Citi stood up, put on his overalls and left the men's bathhouse.

The place where the New Year's goods are distributed is at the corner of the hall on the first floor. As soon as Citi stepped out, there were long queues that were almost squeezed to the door.Hua Qi glanced into the crowd on tiptoe, happened to see Xiao Li, he hurried over, patted Xiao Li on the shoulder and said, "Brother Li, can you help me get it?"

"Why?" Xiao Li glanced back at Citi, and quickly turned around.

Citi curled her lips: "I don't want to eat those toys. If you get it, it's yours. What do you think?"

"True or not?" Xiao Li turned around excitedly.

Citi smiled: "Really, it's yours if you get it, just give me one or two when the time comes."

"That's no problem, you can go back, I'll just wait here." Xiao Li laughed.

Citi squeezed out of the crowd indifferently, but when he wanted to go back to the men's bathroom to catch up on sleep, he saw a familiar figure.

Zhuang Yao?Citi rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Zhuang Yao was helped by Wang Wentao to the bar. When walking, Zhuang Yao's legs were weak, and he waved his hands from time to time.Citi sneaked forward and smelled a strong smell of alcohol, it seemed that he was drunk again.

Citi has been hiding not far away, until they took the cards and went upstairs, Citi ran to the bar and asked the room number of Zhuang Yao's private room, which coincidentally was 302 again.

Zhuang Yao's appearance once again aroused Citi's already calm heart, which was beating wildly, beating wildly in his chest.

Citi returned to the men's bathhouse to quickly clean up his affairs, changed into a set of clean work clothes, and hurried to the third floor. When he arrived at the service desk, Citi said to the bar staff inside: "Who is in charge of the guests at 302?"

The little girl checked quickly and replied: "Master Chen Yan is in charge."

Citi smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Citi trotted all the way to the staff room on the third floor, where Chen Yan was busy packing his tool bags, when he heard someone coming in, he couldn't help but look up: "Why are you here?"

"Come to see you." Citi closed the door.

Chen Yan was very surprised: "Looking for me? Are you looking for something?"

Citi said with a hippie smile, "Well, I have something to do with you, but I don't know if you will agree."

"Borrowing money? I don't have any. Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year are all doing New Year's goods for their families."

Citi hurriedly explained: "I'm not borrowing money, I just want to change shifts with you."

"Shift change? Now?" Chen Yan asked back.

Citi nodded: "Well, the guest in room [-] is my regular customer. He drank too much today, so he probably didn't remember to call me, so see if you can switch with me. At most, I will share half of the salary with you."

"Really give me half?"

Citi nodded firmly: "I will definitely give you half. If you don't believe me, I will give you a hundred as a deposit right now."

"That's not necessary, I believe you." Chen Yan stopped packing the tool bag, turned around and sat on the chair: "Then you go, next time something like this happens, tell me earlier, I'm halfway prepared."

Citi smiled from ear to ear: "No problem, I promise I will tell you in advance next time."

Citi happily left the staff room, trotted all the way to the door of [-], stood at the door, he let out a long breath, put his right hand on his chest, relaxed, relaxed, and relaxed again.

"Hello sir, I am a service worker, can I come in?"

"Yes." Zhuang Yao's voice was still low and magnetic.

Citi pushed the door open and saw Zhuang Yao leaning on the soft bed with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes widened when he saw himself, staring at Citi for a few seconds in surprise, and then returned to his usual innocence gaze.

Citi smiled slightly: "Hello, sir."

Zhuang Yao stared at him without saying a word.

Citi was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and hurriedly put the tool bag on the table, pretending to be a finishing tool bag, Citi took a brand new bath towel from the bag and put it on his hand, turned around and asked: "Sir, what do you want?" Rubbing? It’s still a dragon.”

Zhuang Yao looked at him and nodded.

"Then lie down first, it will be more comfortable to soak in warm water before rubbing."

"No need." Zhuang Yao finally spoke: "Just rub your lower body."

Citi was very puzzled, how can there be any reason to only rub the lower body in the bath?But since it was his request, Citigroup will definitely try to satisfy it.

Citi unscrewed the shower and walked over with the nozzle. When he got closer, Citi realized that there were two not-so-big wounds on Zhuang Yao's left arm. Although there was no bleeding, there was no clot. Citi looked at it for a few seconds, then put down the nozzle and said : "Sir, just wait for me, I'll be right back."

Regardless of Zhuang Yao's surprised eyes, Citi left the private room, ran all the way to the service desk on the third floor, and asked for two Band-Aids, a spare roll of gauze, and a roll of plastic wrap.

When he returned to the private room, Zhuang Yao had already changed his posture, and lay reclined on the soft bed, only his injured arm was resting on the outside.

Seeing Citi come back, Zhuang Yao just glanced at him and didn't speak.

Citi was panting a little while running, tried his best to adjust his breathing and walked over, he slowly bent down and squatted down, tore off a band-aid and pasted it on one of the wounds, followed by the second one, and then carefully tied it with gauze circles, Finally, wrap it around the periphery twice with plastic wrap.

Citi's movements were clean and neat, and the bandage was very careful, but Citi didn't dare to look up at Zhuang Yao, from the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to look at him.

After bandaging the wound, Citi stood up, turned around and put the bath towel on her hands again: "This way you won't be afraid of getting wet, and you won't get infected."

Zhuang Yao still didn't make a sound.

Citi turned around with the nozzle in hand, her eyes fluttered around but she didn't dare to look directly at Zhuang Yao.

On the contrary, Zhuang Yao carefully looked up and down Citigroup.

Hua Qi lowered his head slightly, wet Zhuang Yao's body with the nozzle, and tried his best to avoid Zhuang Yao's injured left arm. At this moment, Zhuang Yao suddenly said, "Is it glass?"

Citi was startled, and hastily defended: "Sir, I think you misunderstood. I have a professional instinct. I think for you. I hope you don't misunderstand. If you think I am glass, I can change at any time." Citi dies He was so stubborn that he couldn't admit it. He prayed in his heart, don't change it, God bless.

"Fuck." Zhuang Yao lay down flat, with his right hand behind his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Citi secretly let out a long breath, and began to concentrate on helping Zhuang Yao take a bath.

Citi has never felt that taking a bath would be such an enjoyable thing. All these changes are due to Zhuang Yao. Citi likes to touch his body, and he has stroked every inch of his body carefully.

Zhuang Yao lay on the soft bed, let Citi be at the mercy of him, raised his neck, raised his hands, crossed his legs, turned over, like a marionette, Citi enjoyed this process very much, when he rubbed under Zhuang Yao's body, he always He would stay on it more often, especially when rubbing upwards from the thighs, he would always lift Zhuang Yao's second brother.

This action is very common. When helping others to take a bath, Citi used his fingertips to lift it, but when it came to Zhuang Yao, he held it with his palms.Moreover, Citi would lift it up from time to time, back and forth, but the limp lump of flesh in the palm stood up.

Citi watched with smoke coming out of his throat, and couldn't help swallowing.

"That... is still the price from last time." Zhuang Yao suddenly uttered a voice, which made Hua Qi tremble, and reflexively said, "What?"

Zhuang Yao didn't open his eyes: "Are you deaf?"

Citi cleared his throat: "Is it still two hundred?"

"En." Zhuang Yao snorted.

Without further ado, Citi took off the bath towel, turned around and took the essential oil and poured it into the palm of his hand, then held his second brother, and began to masturbate up and down, the feeling seemed stronger than last time, the slippery feel made Citi unable to bear to let go .

Zhuang Yao didn't seem to be as calm as last time. His toes were bent, his body shook from time to time, and his lower abdomen heaved rapidly.

"Hurry up." Zhuang Yao ordered.

As a result, Citigroup worked even harder. This is called using people's money to eliminate disasters.

Citi put both hands together, holding his second brother with one hand, and stroking his two balls with the other. It was a joy to play.

"Hurry up." Zhuang Yao's belly rose and fell even faster. Citi knew that he was about to arrive, so he sped up the speed. Under the effect of the essential oil, the private room was filled with sticky sounds.

The author has something to say: My heart beats faster when I code!

I guess I'll be so excited that I won't be able to sleep that night.

I have to take it easy and see you tomorrow night.

☆、Citigroup's small thoughts

Citi fought hard for [-] points, and finally ended the battle when his arm was sore and he could barely move.

Citi sat slumped on the ground, his overalls were soaked in the stagnant water on the ground, and a coolness came from his buttocks, but he didn't get up, but shook his hands slightly, watching the white liquid fall into the stagnant water, forming a cloud. The milky white ball raised its head and stared at Zhuang Yao on the soft bed.

Zhuang Yao closed his eyes, and his lower abdomen rose and fell with his breathing. Not long after, he took off the card on his wrist: "Get the money yourself."

Citi stretched out his left hand to take the cards in his hand, and then stood up slowly while holding his right hand. This time he didn't leave obediently, but stuffed Zhuang Yao's hand cards into his pocket, turned around and poured a basin of water, and took out a new pair of cards. The towel soaked in it.

Hearing the sound of water, Zhuang Yao slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that he was looking at her, Citi couldn't help but smile slightly: "I'll clean it up for you before going."

Zhuang Yao remained silent and closed his eyes again.

Citi twisted the towel half dry, then poured a basin of warm water on Zhuang Yao's body, and then carefully wiped his body with the towel. When he wiped the tattoo on Zhuang Yao's shoulder, he couldn't help pressing his fingers.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Zhuang Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

Citi shivered in fright, and smiled apologetically: "I wanted to get a tattoo before, but I was afraid of the pain. Your tattoo of such a big cat must have hurt to death, right?"

"Fuck you, do you have eyes?" Zhuang Yao raised his arms: "See clearly, this is a leopard."

Citi deliberately referred to the leopard as a cat, because he wanted him to talk to him, even if he cursed, it didn't matter, he simply wanted to listen to Zhuang Yao's voice, that's all.

Hua Qi pretended to reach out and touched Zhuang Yao's tattoo: "So this is a leopard? Look at me, I just don't know it."

"Fuck" Zhuang Yao avoided Citi's hand, turned his back to Citi and said, "Hurry up and get the money, I'll leave when I get back."

Citi ecstatically said: "Brother, will you wait for me to come back? Don't be like last time, I was almost beaten."

Zhuang Yao said impatiently: "You have to bear the beating, you son of a bitch."

Citi secretly pursed his lips and smiled, took out his hand card from his pocket and went to the door. When he opened the door, he squeezed out half of his body and pointed his head: "Brother, you must wait for me to come back."

"Fuck" Zhuang Yao picked up the wet towel beside him and threw it over. Citi hurriedly closed the door, only to hear a muffled slap, which made Citi shrink back in fright, thinking how painful it would be if it was slapped on the face.

Citi touched her face and hurried to the dressing room.

In the dressing room, Citi opened Zhuang Yao's box. While fumbling for his wallet, Citi accidentally found two condoms in his trouser pocket, which were still strawberry flavored. Citi frowned and looked at it for a while, not knowing what to think. I tore open one of them and smelled it, not to mention it really smelled like strawberries.

Citi stuffed it into his pocket without thinking, then quickly took 200 yuan from his wallet, locked the box and returned the same way.

Citi is passing by