Give me back my tail

On the open-air parking lot about 500 meters away from the shopping mall, there are a few cars scattered here and there.Zhao Zecheng's Volkswagen was parked in the middle of the fourth row, and the front, rear, left, and right parking spaces were all empty. If you looked closely, you would find that it was vibrating very slightly.

The clothes on Ji Rong's body were trampled to some corner of the seat, and Zhao Zecheng didn't even unbutton a single coat.

Ji Rong's body was pressed against the steering wheel in front, and a few lumps of thin, white, soft and hot flesh were squeezed out from the gap, and Zhao Zecheng grabbed it unreasonably with one hand, and then let go, leaving a few lumps behind. Distinct red fingerprints.

"It hurts." Ji Rong couldn't help but snorted softly.

Although he was not tall, he was still squeezed from the steering wheel to the roof of the car, and because of the cold, he shrunk into a white ball, looking down at Zhao Zecheng pitifully.

He was in pain from being pinched, and the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes turned red again, and his eyes were full of water, just like when Zhao Zecheng was tempted to kiss him in the movie theater just now.

Zhao Zecheng gasped and stared at him for a while, then leaned forward again.

Ji Rong's mouth seemed to still have the smell of popcorn, sweet.

Zhao Zecheng protected Ji Rong's waist with one hand, and held his face in the other. The kiss went from light to deep, and the wet sound became more and more obvious.From the back, Ji Rong was almost squeezed onto the countertop, with his back pressed against the front window, and the saliva in his mouth couldn't stand it and was about to flow down.

Zhao Zecheng kissed him until he was almost suffocated, and he pulled him back to his body.Ji Rong's already muddy back pressed against Zhao Zecheng's blazing heat through the cloth.

Ji Rong's face was hot, his heart was beating fast, and his bright red lips were panting.He and Zhao Zecheng looked at each other, it was obviously the most erotic scene, but the eyes always seemed to be clean and ignorant.

Zhao Zecheng also panted, and reached out to pinch Ji Rong's pink face in his hands. He felt that Ji Rong's appearance was very painful, but it made people want to bully him. Press the place where the person sticks, and coax him: "Rongrong, can you let him out?"

Zhao Zecheng's request was extremely difficult and made no sense at all.

Ji Rong just propped up his body in a small space to untie Zhao Zecheng's belt, and he was so tired that he was out of breath. Besides, he was bullying others. Velvet was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open the chain of his trousers.

In the end, Zhao Zecheng couldn't help pulling away.

Zhi Ran jumped out and bounced on Ji Rong's backside, causing him to cry out impatiently.

There was not much light in the parking lot, and the lights in the car were not turned on, but Ji Rong got used to the dim light, so he could still see a little.

Zhao Zecheng's hand was held by his waist, the palm was very hot, and there was a thin layer of crystal clear sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose.Zhao Zecheng's eyebrows are very thick, raised straight, and look fierce when he is not smiling, and there are a few inconspicuous lines between his eyebrows, which sometimes deepen and sometimes lighten with his movements.

Ji Rong stared, his heart beat faster for some reason, feeling the heat behind him resisting him, he squeezed in a little bit.

"Why is it so wet?" Zhao Zecheng said maliciously.

Before Ji Rong had time to answer, he bumped up hard, and with Ji Rong's humming sound, he pulled him back to kiss again.

Ji Rong was very wet and tight, just getting in made Zhao Zecheng want to sigh comfortably.

His body is naturally suitable for Cheng Huan, and he can feel a lot of joy without any effort.Besides, Zhao Zecheng moved so fast that Ji Rong could hardly sit still, and his vision gradually became blurred. He could only feel Zhao Zecheng's hot and fast collision in his body, and there were a few moments when he accidentally hit the roof of the car. , was protected by Zhao Zecheng again.

"Hold me." Zhao Zecheng gasped.

He managed to grab Ji Rong's hand and put it around his neck.

Ji Rong hugged him docilely and entangled his legs, making the two of them stick close together.

I don't know if it was because of being in the car, but Zhao Zecheng was much more excited this day than last time. He pulled Ji Rong to do it more than once, without even stopping in the middle, and bumped hard and fiercely every time.

In the end, Ji Rong could hardly be hugged by anyone, his back was sore and his bones were about to fall apart, and he lay on Zhao Zecheng's shoulders, and when he finally vented, he fell asleep uncontrollably.

The windows inside the car were steamed and covered with water vapor, Zhao Zecheng's hair was condensed into pointy sticks, and the sweat on Ji Rong's face was mixed with the tears from being knocked out.

Zhao Zecheng hugged him lightly, moved away a little, and reached out to wipe away the water droplets on Ji Rong's face.

Ji Rong's cell phone dropped under the seat has been vibrating intermittently.

Zhao Zecheng picked it up and saw that the page was not unlocked. It showed that it was a WeChat group called "Happy Family". Words such as "investigation" and "found my home" always appear.

Zhao Zecheng glanced at it, didn't look at it much, set it to mute, and put it back.

He roughly cleaned Ji Rong, put on his clothes, and started the car.

Ji Rong didn't say his address, Zhao Zecheng glanced sideways, and couldn't bear to call him, so a few ten minutes later, Zhao Zecheng's faculty dormitory in University B was opened.

It was nearly ten o'clock after they finished watching the movie, and they went crazy in the car. At this time, B University was already sparsely populated, and the whole teacher's dormitory was silently sunk in darkness. Only Zhao Zecheng's small apartment on the third floor was brighter. Scattered light.

Ji Rong was probably really exhausted. When Zhao Zecheng cleaned him up, he just grunted a few times in a daze, and then quickly fell asleep with someone in his arms.

Zhao Zecheng put Ji Rong on the small double bed in the dormitory.

He only turned on the floor lamp next to the bed, and the yellowish light came from the corner of the wall, illuminating a small circle around it.Ji Rong is in the very center of this circle, like the Sleeping Beauty who was hit by the chasing light in a stage play.

Zhao Zeben came to tidy himself up and was about to leave. He turned around to look at Sleeping Beauty, paused in his footsteps, and then backed away.

Zhao Zecheng stood and watched for a while, and after about a minute, he squatted down again and poked Ji Rong's chubby cheek with his hand.

Ji Rong's face was so soft that when he poked it, there was a hole, and when he let go of his hand, it popped out quickly.

Zhao Zecheng thought it was interesting, so he poked it a few more times unconsciously, and Ji Rong hummed unhappily a few times before he stopped.But he didn't stand up right away, he just stopped squatting quietly and looked at Ji Rong for a while.

Zhao Zecheng came to B University four years ago. In the past four years, he lived in this room occasionally, sporadically, probably for hundreds of days.

This floor lamp was also turned on for hundreds of days, and he fell asleep and woke up with Zhao Zecheng for hundreds of days, but Zhao Zecheng never noticed that the light was actually warm yellow.

Today, there is a Jirong lying in the place it illuminates, Zhao Zecheng discovered it.

Ji Rong slept so peacefully, half of his face was covered by the quilt, his soft bangs were scattered, slightly yellowed by the light, and he felt very warm lying there.

Zhao Zecheng thought that Ji Rong does have a quality that makes people want to stay.

When he was asked to open the door to walk out of the warm yellow irradiation circle, he subconsciously resisted.

Zhao Zecheng's cell phone was muted but never turned back. In fact, he received many more messages in one night than Ji Rong's.

Yan Zhibin was the first to bear the brunt. He used voice and text to scold a lot of words with different phrasing skills but basically similar meanings.

Zhao Zecheng browsed quickly and replied to Yan Zhibin: "Aren't I tired? My waist is also very sore."

Yan Zhibin was probably still busy on the other end, and it took a while before Zhao Zecheng received his reply.

Yan Zhibin simply sent a vomiting emoji.

Zhao Zecheng smiled while holding the phone.

The night was getting deeper, and the wind was getting cooler. Zhao Zecheng didn't hold anyone's hand this time.

He walked out of the school gate alone along the deserted path, and soon walked into the darkness.

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