fruit tree

The author has something to say: there is still a chapter ahead~~

Mr. Yin yelled with a loudspeaker: "Wb is getting tickets!"

"Sweet?"

Yin Xiaoran forgot to take the knife and fork when he took the cake, so he scraped some cream on the bottom of the cake with his fingers, and put it to He Qingcheng's mouth, wanting him to enjoy it.

"Sweet." He Qingcheng licked his fingertips, with a light and pure creamy taste.

In fact, the cream is not sweet, it is sweet in the heart.

After licking all the cream on the fingertips, He Qingcheng changed the action into a kiss, one knuckle after another.In fact, it is not limited to kissing, sometimes the tongue is brought out and draws a slippery line on the back of the hand.

Clothes are thick in winter, but Yin Xiaoran's sweater is loose.

He Qingcheng's palm took the opportunity to swipe the back of Yin Xiaoran's hand, and entered the sleeve of the sweater. Gently, like a soft vine, it seemed to go upwards, brushing the forearm, between the elbows, inch by inch, one breath followed by another until the two The individual's arms are fully attached, pulling into the distance from each other.

The cheeks of Mr. He and Mr. Yin have not touched each other yet, but there is that fine touch of fluff, and even the tip of the heart seems to have been swept by a feather.

"Mister, can't wait so much?" Yin Xiaoran didn't hide this time, and said with a smile in his ear.

"En." He Qingcheng resisted uttering a word, and bit the man's mouth again as if he was suffocating.

The two entangled for a while, before he retreated a little and asked Yin Xiaoran, "What's the smell?"

"Cream taste." Yin smiled and hooked He Qingcheng's chin with his index finger, licking his lower lip with his tongue, recalling the taste.

He Qingcheng's hands were no longer honest, he poked in from the hem of his clothes, and his footsteps forced him back.

"Xiaoran—tonight, right here? I miss you."

As soon as the words fell, Yin Xiaoran dragged the person down on the sofa, gently blowing hot air in He Qingcheng's ear, and said to the person, "It's all up to you, sir."

The cushions on the sofa were all thrown on the ground, the lights were turned off, but the curtains were left open.But there is no taller building on the opposite side. This kind of environment seems to be easily peeped, but it is actually a safe environment that is too attractive.

Yin Xiaoran was pressed down, patiently unbuttoning He Qingcheng's shirt one by one. "Shall I remind Mr. Is there oil in the office? Is there a condom?"

"Yes. There is everything here, please rest assured, Mr. Yin."

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