pick up cats

The future about Tong Ming quickly took shape in his mind, and Song Limian's life became no longer barren and boring in an instant. There were many plans and visions worth realizing one by one.

Life should not be a heavy ascetic, should not take responsibility for anyone, Song Limian wants to learn to be selfish, learn to possess, and learn to hide alone.

In the past, nothing could arouse his rebellion, but now it's different, he has Tong Ming.

Tong Ming's weak panting ended, and he opened half of his eyes and gazed at Song Limian emotionally, making Song Limian's heart itch.

He never knew that he was such a person without self-control that he could even be addicted to kissing.

The water vapor in Tong Ming's eyes gradually dissipated, and his upper face turned into an unnaturally bright red, and one part of his lips was darker than the rest, almost bitten by Song Limian.

Song Limian touched his thumb, stroked it pitifully, and asked Tong Ming if it hurt.

Tong Ming shook his head, paused and said, "It's comfortable."

When Song Limian had little reaction, he realized that this was Tong Ming's evaluation of the kiss.

He asked in a hoarse voice mixed with a smile: "Then, do you still want to?"

"Tell me what you want," he leaned close to Tong Ming, touching the other's forehead tenderly, and bewitched at close range, "I'll kiss you right now."

Naturally, Tong Ming would not give an answer that disappointed Song Limian.

Song Limian suppressed his panting, and rubbed the red mole at the corner of Tong Ming's eye with his fingertips, trying to seduce another emotional tear.

The moment the nerve endings touched Tong Ming's lips, the left chest warmly resumed operation, and the heartbeat was out of order, playing an unpretentious classical movement.

The breath became disordered again, the lonely lips and tongue mingled again, Tong Ming's body wrapped under the thin clothes couldn't help trembling, he was a little helpless by the stimulation, but he didn't struggle softly.

Song Limian kissed him, like a desert adventurer who has been alone for a long time, passed through the mirage, experienced disappointment and hesitation, and finally held up the sweet spring at this moment——

Even though the heart is impatient, the action is still pious.

Tong Ming's breathing was very hot, his waist was very soft, and the act of opening his teeth and letting Song Limian suck was too intoxicating.

Infected by Tong Ming's temperature, Song Limian gently licked his teeth, licked the palate and tongue, absorbing the sweetness that belonged to Tong Ming in the whole mouth.

Tong Ming reacted like others, honest and straightforward.

For a certain period of time, Song Limian was worried that his concentration was not good enough, and felt that he should not continue, so he tried to let go of Tong Ming who was almost unable to breathe.

As a result, Tong Ming became anxious, and sticky chased after him, said "don't" softly, then stuck his tongue into it and muttered "continue".

Song Limian's remaining rationality flew away in an instant, and his kissing skills became even more presumptuous.

He confusedly thought that Tong Ming did it on purpose, he was a persuasive devil, and he was just a believer who was about to relapse.

While hypocritically repenting, he covets the forbidden fruit.

Tong Ming leaned against him limply, like a small animal whose bones had been taken out, without resistance, only a sense of dependence.

Tong Ming spoke frankly, opened his eyes and stared deeply at Song Limian, Song Limian couldn't look away.

Those eyes were full of evil spirits, forcing Song Limian to lose his clear consciousness again and again, and his weak self-control was wiped out repeatedly.

Tong Ming is like that lazy black cat nestled on the brick-red city wall on a moonlit night in Mid-Autumn Festival.

It will step on white gloves and stand up, staring down at the human beings passing below, holding a breathtaking and stunning shadow, which seduces Song Limian's seven souls and six souls.

Song Limian's callus-covered palms were placed through the T-shirt fabric, and he stroked Tong Ming's back with the frequency of comforting a small pet. The fabric was rubbed up a little, revealing the other's white and sexy waist.

The muscles of Tong Ming's waist and abdomen are very tight, as if they are not as fragile as they look, Song Limian can't help but have some messy thoughts.

He is a human being, not a god, and it is normal for him to have difficulty maintaining concentration when facing someone he likes.

Anyway, Tong Ming didn't understand many things, and he was willing to accept everything. As long as Song Limian made suggestions, he would probably not refuse them.

Song Limian flicked with his right hand, making Tong Ming's muscles tense, and the licking movement of the tip of his tongue was gentle and frantic, forcing Tong Ming to suffocate, and forced Tong Ming to wake up.

The air is mixed with the soft sound of lips and teeth intersecting and clothes rubbing, and all the extremely charming atmosphere reflects the collision of two hearts, showing that the essence of human beings is not to be well-dressed, but to be uncontrollable.

Song Limian's brain was buzzing, and he moved his hot palm instinctively. He was like an eagle dealing with a little rabbit, not eager to catch the prey for a while, but playing games with the prey.

The fingertips were slightly callused, touching the perfect arc drawn by Tong Ming's muscles and bones, Song Limian's eyes gradually became blurred, as if covered with a layer of white, and felt Tong Ming's different and weaker eyes more carefully in the haze. Self-control.

Although Tong Ming didn't quite understand, but the vigilance of a cat made him flinch and dodge. After a while, he mumbled, "Don't."

The voice was very weak and not very forceful, but Song Limian heard it clearly, so he forced himself to calm down.

He didn't move his palm anymore, and thoughtfully pulled up the other's clothes, and then hugged each other reluctantly through the T-shirt.

He lets go of Tong Ming's breath for now, instead nibbles Tong Ming's earlobe, says "yes" vaguely, and coaxes him "don't be afraid".

Tong Ming seems to like being licked on his ears.

A fine and long electric current crawled across the spine, his limbs were so numb that he lost all strength, and every restrained normal movement made him tremble, and Tong Ming heard his heartbeat even more roaring.

"I'm not afraid." He leaned comfortably towards Song Limian, grabbed the fabric of his clothes, and let out a sweet hum.

For a long time, Tong Ming leaned on Song Limian's shoulder to calm his breath.

His forehead was buried in his shoulder, he was at a loss amidst the disordered heartbeat, his human skin was suffering from hunger/thirst, and he was in desperate need of a hug from Song Limian.

Song Limian embraced his shoulder with one arm, but did not fill all the gaps in his body, leaving a safe distance.

Tong Ming swallowed the saliva related to Song Limian, raised his eyelids and looked at him from the side.

"Don't get too close," Song Limian closed his eyes, gently pushed away the body that was trying to wrap around, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let me take it easy."

Tong Ming didn't understand what Song Limian needed to slow down.

The breathing rate of the two has stabilized, the boiling blood has turned calm, and everything is normal except that the touching skin is still hot.

However, the unknown emotion surging in Song Limian's voice was too crazy, and the expression with closed eyes was too restrained, like a siren siren singing under the cliff, luring him to fall into the deep valley without hesitation, while he was covering his ears and weakly refusing .

Even though Tong Ming was very curious and aware that he shouldn't provoke him at this moment, so he didn't choose to ask the bottom line, but just rubbed his itchy ear on his shoulder and whispered "oh".

After a long silence, Song Limian patted Tong Ming's shoulder and coaxed him to get up.

He tilted his head and lowered the car window, and the fresh and cool wind poured in, blowing away the chaos that had been suppressed for a long time in the car.

Song Limian leaned over again and opened the glove box, took out a pack of tissue paper from the barrier, pulled out a few sheets, squeezed them into his palm and told Tong Ming to close his eyes.

Tong Ming obeyed obediently.

He doesn't know how to take care of himself on weekdays, and he often stays up late. He often sends Song Limian a message in the middle of the night, asking how to make supper.

But these bad biological clocks did not prevent his skin from being as fine and fair as ever, except for the barely noticeable bruises on the upper eyelids, no trace of blemishes appeared.

At this moment, Tong Ming is more embarrassed than ever, his black bangs are slightly messy, and fine beads of sweat slide down silently, rolling from the corners of his eyes to the bridge of his nose, but this does not hinder his good looks.

Song Limian gently wiped the sweat with the corner of a tissue, then bent his finger bones to rub the jawline, and finally leaned over to peck tenderly on his warm lips.

Tong Ming seemed to enjoy this kind of warmth, so he squinted his eyes and looked at Song Limian in vain, with the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Song Limian stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help kissing him again. Finally, he took the gold-rimmed glasses that had been taken off at some time and hung on the doorknob inside the car, put them on for Tong Ming, and rubbed his soft earlobes.

Tong Ming's wider collar was slanted to one side, Song Limian glanced at the sweaty collarbone, asked Tong Ming to straighten his clothes, and tidied himself briefly.

He took the phone that he had turned to silent from the phone holder, and found several missed calls as expected.

Song Limian hesitated for two seconds, and quickly looked down at himself. In order to make his walking posture not awkward, he decided to return the call before getting out of the car.

He signaled Tong Ming to wait a moment, and adjusted the back of the passenger seat for the other party, so that Tong Ming could lean more comfortably, before calling back to "Little Yellow Cap".

"Hello?" He tried his best to eliminate the hoarseness in his voice, and explained preemptively, "Sorry, I fell asleep in the car."

"...fuck." The environment on the opposite side was relatively noisy, Huang Yi bluntly uttered a few dirty words, and then asked in a strange tone, "What is your hobby, how many times do you roll in the car a day?"

Song Limian tugged at the hem of his clothes silently, folded his legs uncomfortably, and tried to argue for himself, but two more voices came from the microphone.

"Tsk, the waist is really good." Ding Yan said, "If you exercise vigorously in such a narrow place, won't the bones fall apart?"

As the volume was turned up, Ding Yan's voice of emotion was transmitted to the co-pilot unabashedly, and Tong Ming, who was rubbing his sore shoulder and neck, gave a pause.

Tang Mu's sincere suggestion came immediately: "I have a relative who provides RV rental business recently, you can find out."

Song Limian: "...Thank you."

Damn it, Huang Yi actually tuned the loudspeaker.

Fortunately, Tong Ming didn't intend to hide it either. He changed his legs and lay down along the angle of the back of the chair. He was very lazy and put his left hand on Tong Ming's elbow.

Song Limian glanced at him, then changed his shoulder to hold the phone, and wrapped Tong Ming's hand into his palm.

He rubbed Tong Ming's narrow and thin finger bones with his fingertips, and after a while, he turned his wrist and interlocked his fingers.

Song Limian stared ahead and answered a few times. He didn't study Tong Ming's expression, and he no longer speculated on Tong Ming's psychology. He only knew that Tong Ming was holding hands with him softly and obediently, without struggle or objection.

Just enjoy the moment, the rest is not that important.

He accepted all the teasing from the three of them, and made a few rare jokes, showing his good mood frankly.

But in the end, he still spent 3 minutes arguing for himself, saying that he was not so confused as to mess around in an open-air parking lot, and gave various supporting reasons.

After finally convincing the few people whose heads were full of yellow waste, Song Limian tilted his head and asked Tong Ming with his eyes.

Tong Ming rubbed his face, indicating that he had a rest, and then Song Limian said into the microphone, "I'll get the tent and I'll be there right away."