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This was the most embarrassing thing Shen Jingmo had encountered in his life.

His thumb had already touched Xiao Yan's lips. The lines on the lips were very deep, a little harder than his own, but it was very difficult to kiss them.

Xiao Yan didn't say a word, just waiting for his action, Shen Jingmo bit his lip, and slowly stuck it on.With Xiao Yan's usual personality, he had already overwhelmed Shen Jingmo, but now, he just wanted to enjoy Shen Jingmo's initiative.

Finally, those thin and timid lips were carefully brought together.

The moment the four lips were pressed together, it was as if thousands of trees and fireworks were set off in the night sky, causing people to retreat in a panic.Of course, how could such superficial touches satisfy Xiao Yan?He said displeasedly: "Since they are all kissed, then you can either lick or lick. What's the point of standing in a daze like this?"

"Du, who taught you to say such shameless things..." Shen Jingmo felt like a cooked shrimp, unable to escape on the oven.

Xiao Yan chuckled lightly: "I only have you as my teacher, who do you think taught me?"

Shen Jingmo really wanted to faint immediately and never wake up again.So he lowered his head and never raised it.

"Forget it, I can't take it anymore." Xiao Yan said in a suppressed voice.

Shen Jingmo suddenly had a bad feeling, and the next moment, compared with his light touch, a kiss that could be regarded as a storm rushed forward like that.

It can be said that Xiao Yan kissed him with excessive enthusiasm, Shen Jingmo only felt a little pain on the tip of his tongue, and the discomfort and tenderness alternated indirectly.

During the last kiss, Xiao Yan was still angry, so this time he seemed much gentler, but Shen Jingmo dodged subconsciously, so Xiao Yan pressed the back of his head and pressed closer to him.

"Uh...it hurts..." Xiao Yan kissed without playing, until Shen Jingmo was so suffocated that he almost passed out, then he picked up Shen Jingmo and put him on the bed.

Shen Jingmo's face was red and his ears were red. He heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other when the person opposite was taking off his clothes, and the sound of buttons snapping one by one.

It's not that he didn't know what Xiao Yan wanted to do, but he still took chances thinking that Xiao Yan might just kiss him and hug him to sleep, but in fact, he still couldn't escape.

When helping Shen Jingmo take off his shirt, seeing his slightly watery eyes and the reaction of his body shrinking, Xiao Yan gently comforted him: "Don't worry, teacher, I won't go too far."

It's like a musician has put his beloved harmonica to his lips, and is only one breath away from playing a wonderful movement. At this time, a person who loves music will not stop.

He will use up all his enthusiasm and emotions, turn his deep love into each note, perform earnestly and with all his heart.

With no audience and no need for an audience, this is his alone time.

Just as Xiao Yan's hand went down Shen Jingmo's waist, Shen Jingmo took his hand.

"wait wait wait!"

"how?"

"...Turn off the lights." Xiao Yan caught a glimpse of his blood-red earlobe, and took a light bite: "Do you still need to turn off the lights?"

Shen Jingmo muttered: "But you...you can see it."

Even though he, a blind man, could not see, he could still imagine the scorching feeling of Xiao Yan, who had clear eyesight, staring at his body.

In other words, this feeling is more vivid because it is invisible.

Xiao Yan smiled, then stretched out his hand towards the bedside lamp, only hearing a click, Shen Jingmo was relieved.However, Xiao Yan just knocked on the lampshade and didn't turn off the lamp at all.

With such a good opportunity, he wouldn't allow himself to spend it blindly.Xiao Yan stroked his hair, patted the back of his head lightly, and suddenly sighed.

Not a sad sigh, but a reassuring one.

Back then when he was framed, imprisoned, and accused, Shen Jingmo protected himself, and that hand patted the back of his head to comfort him.

In his rebellious age, it was such a rare gift to have such a person appear.As the old saying goes, what is lost is Dongyu, and what is harvested is Sangyu. If you can get someone like Shen Jingmo, even if you lose everything else, it is insignificant.

The sudden tenderness is easy to remember for a lifetime.

Shen Jingmo felt that his rationality was about to wear out, and he yelled in embarrassment: "Don't, don't do this."

"But, I haven't had enough fun yet." Xiao Yan was very obedient and didn't continue, but smiled, "Are you scared?"

Shen Jingmo had nothing to say, he kept asking himself why he didn't teach Xiao Yan well at the beginning and made him become such a hooligan.

At this moment of passion, Xiao Yan still wants to take it easy, enjoying it, just like getting a delicate pistol.

All of a sudden, he remembered the feeling of touching a gun for the first time. He was nervous and excited, and the gun was also very excited. In his palm, the bullet was inside, the safety catch was about to fall, and the wrench was about to go off.Even if there is no target, there is a purpose for launching.

Shen Jingmo was so frightened that he wanted to stand up straight: "You, you won't be... another day, another day, okay?"

"not good."

"I'm not ready..."

"I won't hurt you too much."

The other party ignored it, and Shen Jingmo was a little helpless.In fact, Xiao Yan was not to blame, he indeed could no longer hear Shen Jingmo's pleadings, his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, which made him forget about it, he just wanted to indulge in it, and he didn't even feel sad about dying because of it.

Whatever is fine, yes, whatever is fine.

It seemed that he heard the sound of a harmonica in his ears, and Shen Jingmo knew it was an auditory hallucination.But it was really loud and clear and the tunes were all distinct.

It is "Farewell".

Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green.The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain.

He felt that his soul had gone out of his body, and he floated beyond the distant mountains, beyond the heavy mist, the setting sun was like blood, and fell on the weeping willows beside the hexagonal vermilion pavilion.

Even if the eyes couldn't see it, his mind could paint such a scene, beautiful and moving, and it was by no means a real scene.

By the way, the last line of the lyrics is very appropriate.

A pot of turbid wine fills up the rest of the joy, don't dream of coldness tonight.

Shen Jingmo felt that he and Xiao Yan were like a salad among watercress dishes. He had seen missionaries make that dish before. Thick mango bananas and crisp apples were mixed together, stirred, and fit back and forth.

It seemed weird, and it seemed like it should be.Mix the fruit until you can't tell each other apart, and each piece of pulp kisses each other tightly.

Drizzle the sauce at the end and the dish is done.

Some people say that after every hearty sex, there is emptiness and loneliness and sage time.Xiao Yan just wanted to say, fuck the shit, I only have four words in my mind - do it again.

"Teacher, do you know? Every inch of your body is beautiful."

Even if there are scars and pinholes, they are still beautiful in his eyes.

"You, didn't you turn off the lights..."

"Just treat me as shutting down." He wiped off Shen Jingmo's sweat: "Teacher, let's go to Shanghai together." This time, it's not with someone else, but with him.

This time there is no harm, only deep love.