Give me back my tail

Compared with his friends, Qian Nuo's countdown is longer.

The wind from Island J blows from the East China Sea, warm and moist, caressing the two of them.

Fu Yin's tall body hugged him.

Different from the old-fashioned and funny impression given by the appearance, Fu Yin has a good figure. Just by the moonlight outside the window, he can see the clear eight-pack abdominal muscles and the obvious outline of the chest muscles.

The two arms he supported beside Qian Nuo were also very strong, and the small muscles stretched out and retracted as he moved in and out, and the room was filled with Qian Nuo's profligate groans.

Qian Nuo came to J Island with Fu Yin at the end of October.

This is the most southerly island in the country. It is more than ten kilometers closer to the equator than Hainan. It seems that there are only two solar terms in a year: early summer and midsummer.

The island is very small and there are very few people. Qian Nuo didn't know whether it was bought by Fu Yin as a whole, because there is no normal commodity trading here, and it is difficult to see people on the beautiful beach.

On the contrary, in the sea-view room where they live, some locals will come and go from time to time, bringing fresh meat, vegetables and fruits.

Qian Nuo couldn't adapt to such an environment at first.

He lived in college since he was a child, and his life was always lively, and he always pursued luxury. A sparsely populated island close to nature is like milk tea without sugar. It looks good from a distance, but it feels good when you enjoy it. boring.

But Qian Nuo liked it.

Qian Nuo... can feel it.

His stomach was already a little big, and a small cushion was placed on his waist, and his body was leaning back, enduring Fu Yin's extremely fast entry and exit.

The groans in the room became more rapid and louder, sweat dripped from Fu Yin's chin to Fu Yin's chest, and then flowed down the bed sheet with the movements of the two, no one noticed.

Both of them were on the verge of peak, Qian Nuo almost felt frantic, he screamed out of his mind, white light burst out in front of his eyes, and burst into silence in his ears.

The warm liquid spurted out as the two of them paused, and flowed into his chest, bringing Qian Nuo an uncontrollable sense of physical satisfaction.

Fu Yin quickly withdrew, but only a small amount of white liquid was brought out from the place where he was exposed.

After pregnancy, Qian Nuo became like a semen collector. Qian Nuo didn't know and didn't want to understand the specific structure, but he only knew that these things would eventually flow to the place where the baby would absorb them.

So every time he finishes doing it, he can feel the joy that comes from another life in his body.

——a child who grew up on semen.

Thinking of this, Qian Nuo's face turned cold, his tenderness was no longer there, and a deep sense of disgust emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Fu Yin withdrew, but still stayed on top of Qian Nuo. He blocked the light above his head, probably sensing the change in Qian Nuo's mood, and reached out to touch Qian Nuo's sweaty face.

"Tired?" Fu Yin asked him.

Qian Nuo said no.

As soon as the words fell, the nausea immediately shifted from the bottom of my heart to my stomach.

Qian Nuo couldn't care less, he almost kicked Fu Yin away, ran to the bathroom with hands and feet, and hugged the toilet.

The fresh smell of detergent came from inside. After Qian Nuo started to have morning sickness, Fu Yin bought more than a dozen detergents with different smells and the price was comparable to high-end perfumes, and finally chose one, but even so, it was not enough How much to delay Fu Yin's discomfort.

He held the toilet and retched for several minutes, tears and snot running down his face, and finally he vomited a mouthful of bitter water, which was finally over.

After the sound stopped, Fu Yin turned on the ceiling light in the bathroom.

He knelt down and wiped Qian Nuo's face with a soft tissue.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Fu Yin said, "Do you want to drink hot water? Or some hot milk?"

He changed the tissue paper and went to wipe the corners of Qian Nuo's eyes, but Qian Nuo stopped him.

Qian Nuo wiped it on himself, but did not answer Fu Yin's question, and pushed him away impatiently.

The sea view room is huge, with two floors, the living room is high, and Fu Yin insists on living in the same room, so most of the places are left unoccupied.

Mainly used, only this one big master bedroom like a suite.

Qian Nuo staggered out of the bathroom, and had to pass through a small living room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a small kitchen with only food and no cooking utensils.

When Qian Nuo walked to the small living room, he paused.

The moon is quite big tonight. At this time, the light comes in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room. Even if there is no light, people can see things clearly.

Qian Nuo suddenly noticed the calendar he brought over on the small table in the living room.

The calendar has not been turned for a long time, and it is still stuck on the October page.

Qian Nuo recalled the first few days when he came here. At that time, he was extremely uncomfortable with life on the island. He felt as if he was living in a prison. He was so bored that he couldn’t bear it anymore. He had to cross out a box every night to calculate such a hellish life. when will it end.

But getting used to it is really scary.

Especially in such a sparsely populated island where shame and social burden are greatly reduced.

Looking at Qian Nuo now, he actually only crossed out a few boxes. Recently, as his belly got bigger and bigger, he even felt a little bit of enjoyment and luck.

Qian Nuo subconsciously helped his stomach, and then quickly let go.

The thing in the stomach seemed to feel it, and moved slightly.

This clear feeling can always cause Qian Nuo to have very complicated emotions.

Qian Nuo counted the time silently in his heart, and his subordinates turned over the calendar page.

Then a conspicuous mark suddenly appeared on the clean calendar.On the day of NO.17 in November, I was marked with a cross with a red pen.

Hitting the ground is very deep, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hard to penetrate the back of the paper.

Qian Nuo frowned, and Fu Yin stood behind him at some point, and asked, "What day is today?"

Qian Nuo was stunned: "Is today NO.17?"

Fu Yin said yes.

Qian Nuo replied, "I didn't write this."

The nationwide unified timing on the mobile phone finally jumped from 23:59 to 00:00.Ji Rong opened his eyes.

He was lying in Zhao Zecheng's hotel room, the tatami was baked by the natural warmth because it was next to the ground, and it smelled like a Japanese hotel.

Zhao Zecheng was sleeping next to him, perhaps because of the heat, half covered with a quilt, revealing an attractive half of his body.

Ji Rong stared at it for 5 minutes because it was so attractive.

Then he carefully removed Zhao Zecheng's arm, and sat up gently from the bed.

November NO.17 is not a special day, if it is not, Ji Rong probably defines him as a painful day.

Because this day is the deadline Ji Rong set for himself.

On the night when he learned about the so-called three-month period, he spent sleepless nights flipping through books, searching, recording, and revising, from hope to despair, from sunset to sunrise, and finally gave up everything else and finalized the date.

Zhao Zecheng slept soundly.

Ji Rong opened the suitcase softly, took off the bathrobe on his body, and changed into the plain clothes when he came in.

Changing clothes is very easy, Ji Rong thought, wondering if it would be equally easy to change people.

He buckled the suitcase again, and took out his own clothes, only a small backpack.

Everything was ready, Zhao Zecheng still slept soundly.

The hotel room has a stretched door, no curtains, and the moonlight is bright, so that the room will not be completely dark.

Zhao Zecheng's tall figure leaned vaguely on the quilt, maybe it was because the blanket was too small, Ji Rong seemed to see Zhao Zecheng frowning slightly.

Ji Rong then put on his backpack, knelt down beside Zhao Zecheng, and reached out to press Zhao Zecheng's forehead.

He pressed very lightly, and after a slight touch, he quickly let go.

Before leaving, Ji Rong opened his eyes for the last time.

Zhao Zecheng was still full of energy, and in the darkness around him, he looked like a raging fire burning.

Ji Rong has opened countless celestial eyes in less than half a month, and more than once he had the thought of "if you are so full, it will be okay if you stay longer".

But news of sudden death was always circling in his mind, Ji Rong couldn't afford to bet on it, he didn't dare.

Nine fluffy and fluffy tails protruded from behind him, this time it finally surpassed his shoulders, and could scrape Ji Rong's face.

He reached out and grabbed one, but he wasn't happy or satisfied.

When Ji Rong was very young, he wondered why the fox demon had this special skill while other monsters did not.

To this day, he still hasn't figured it out.

Ji Rong just suddenly realized that maybe a fox can absorb the essence, which is both a gift and a punishment from the heavens.

Because they can't control it, they can't control smoking or not smoking, and they can't control loving or not loving.

Ji Rong was very lucky, but also very unlucky, to be chosen to be this punished person.

He hugged his tail and slowly bent down beside the bed.

The glowing tail was big and fluffy around him, like a warm and cozy blanket.

"It would be great if I could return it to you." After a long time, Ji Rong said, he touched Zhao Zecheng's skin lightly, and then sighed lightly.

Then the soft light suddenly covered the whole body from the tail, and the spots of light became dazzling, only for a moment, and then quickly disappeared.

There seemed to be light spots of light remaining in the room, but Ji Rong was no longer there.

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