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Chapter 39 My

"Bang bang bang!"

At midnight, Han Zhao was watching a movie in the living room when there was a heavy knock on the door.

As soon as the door opened, the imp, smelling of alcohol, threw himself into his arms.

Han Zhao caught him.

"How did this happen?"

He Jinglai was in his arms, and looked at him: "Work overtime, party, drink."

After the concise explanation, he hung on Han Zhao and refused to move.

Han Zhao had no choice but to drag him into the room and throw him on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of warm water.

"Drink water." Wrapping He Jing in his arms, Han Zhao reprimanded him while feeding the water, "Little brat, you don't choose a day for messing around. You won't go to work tomorrow?"

He Jing drank the whole glass of water in one breath, hugged him and hummed: "No way, no way, I don't want to see Lawyer Lin."

Han Zhao was dumbfounded when he heard the words, the drunkard wanted to continue complaining, but the water he just drank suddenly started churning in his stomach.

Hearing that something was wrong with him retching twice, Han Zhao quickly carried He Jing to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, just as He Jing hugged the toilet, he was overwhelmed.Han Zhao stood aside with a frown, and when he finished vomiting, he stripped him naked and threw him into the shower room.

Hot water splashed on his body, He Jing supported the wall with his hands, and was a little sober from the water.

"Can I wash it myself?" Han Zhao asked him through the glass.

In the water curtain, He Jing nodded heavily, poured some shower gel on his body and began to take a bath.

After all, Han Zhao was worried. After helping him to get his pajamas from the bedroom, he stood outside the shower room and watched him take a shower.

"Are you awake?" Seeing He Jing walking out by himself, Han Zhao handed him the pajamas.

He Jing put on his clothes, patted his flushed face, and suddenly heard his stomach growl.

Han Zhao looked at him.

He Jing blinked and looked at him pitifully: "I didn't have dinner to catch up with Memo."

"Drink without eating! It's strange if you don't get drunk!"

Han Zhao has no temper for his big eyes, scolding him while walking to the kitchen.

"I'm going to cook the noodles, you are not allowed to fall asleep."

Unexpectedly, the little drunk was in good spirits after taking a bath. First, Han Zhao pestered him in the kitchen while cooking the noodles, and after eating the noodles and brushing his teeth, he went to bed and huddled under the quilt, rubbing against Han Zhao, not wanting to sleep.

Han Zhao turned off the light and rubbed his head: "Are you still asleep?"

He Jing wrapped his hands around his neck: "Didn't you say it was saved in the morning?"

"Store what?"

"This," He Jing rubbed his lower body with his crotch, and said without blushing, "Didn't you mean to fuck me?"

Han Zhao grabbed his hand and put it under his body: "I can't remember other things, but I remember this very well. Who did I learn from?"

He Jing and his face were pressed together, slowly kneading the area covered by the palm.Following his gestures, Han Zhao's breathing became heavier, and his lower body quickly became hot.

"Follow you..." He Jing blew in his ear while holding his evil barrier, "No one has ever fucked me before you, why didn't I learn from you?"

Excited by these words, Han Zhao immediately began to peel off his pants, and he did not forget to laugh at his old affairs: "I don't know who is pretending to be experienced at that time?"

He Jing chuckled and raised his leg to let him take off his pants.

"Men are not women, how do you know if I'm pretending or not?"

Han Zhao snorted: "You little idiot is transparent in front of me, so don't try to lie to me in the future."

He Jing still laughed, and asked again: "Then change to a smart one—how do you know that this is the first time for Lawyer Lin and you?"

Han Zhao turned over to hold him down, and pressed his hands to the top of his head: "If you have the time to ask so many stupid questions, why don't you do something useful?"

He Jing opened his legs towards him, still refusing to let go: "Fuck me or Lin Qiao, which one is more comfortable?"

Han Zhao paused, lowered his body against his acupuncture point, and slowly inserted it.

"He Jing, you owe it to me."

The drunken body is the most sensitive, and when the thick and hot genitals came in, He Jing screamed, "It's too big".

Han Zhao didn't care about him, and slowly pushed his force into it.When inserting it to the end, he pulled it out a little and adjusted his posture. When he went in again, he happened to brush He Jing's G-spot. He gasped and curled up.

Han Zhao frowned, opened He Jing's legs, and pressed his knees with his hands to prevent him from getting closer.

"Here? Huh?"

Following the path just now, Han Zhao explained the profound things in simple terms, started to get to the point, and fucked his acupoints repeatedly.

He Jing was soon so fucked up that he couldn't speak, and the half-true questions that he had just asked out of drunkenness had already been thrown out of the blue.

"Let you seduce people in the middle of the night!" Han Zhao folded He Jing's knees and pressed them to his chest, hitting him hard again.

He Jing puffed out his chest and let out a long moan, the one in front was already too hard.

"Touch it, touch it for me..." He Jing grabbed Han Zhao's arm with five fingers, "It's so uncomfortable."

"Where to touch?" Han Zhao pinched his nipples and rubbed them, "Here?"

He Jing desperately shook his head, sobbing endlessly.

"Not here..." His voice was muffled by lust, "Down, down."

Unmoved, Han Zhao continued to torture his nipples.

"What's above and below, I don't understand."

He Jing was so uncomfortable that he almost cried. He raised his hips and put one leg on Han Zhao's shoulder, so that he could have more fun in the ground.

Han Zhao unceremoniously penetrated deeply, but after a few strokes, he began to deliberately avoid the G-spot, and only thrust shallowly at the hole.

"Ah..." He Jing rubbed the bed sheet unconsciously, trying to use his back hole to play with Han Zhao's penis, "Use, push hard... Push me hard..."

"Little slut!" Han Zhao was overwhelmed by his stimulation, he pulled out his penis and said to He Jing, "Lie down."

He Jing turned over and lay down on the bed, impatiently stroking his penis that was so hard that it ached.

Han Zhao knocked off his hand: "Don't use your brains that shouldn't be used, fuck your ass up."

He Jing groaned, moved his knees, separated his legs, and raised his buttocks high.

Han Zhao inserted it again without warning.

Conquer and flog, open and close.In the posture of being powerless to fight back, He Jing is like a ship that has lost its direction, capsized and spun in the stormy sea of ​​desire.

When he begged for mercy again, he had already said everything.

"Let me touch my dick, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, please...please..."

Han Zhao folded his hands behind his back and held them down with one hand.

"No!" Leaning down, Han Zhao's bare chest pressed against his back, "Don't use your hands, just shoot like this."

He Jing was stabbed by him before, and he knew that Han Zhao was determined not to let him touch him tonight.So he had no choice but to raise his head and try to shrink his back acupoint.

Han Zhao lowered his body and fucked hard according to He Jing's excitement, and within a few strokes, he began to scream lasciviously.

Amid uncontrollable lewd cries, He Jing's penis was raised up, and the greasy juice oozed from the head of the penis flowed down his thighs, wetting a large piece of the bed sheet.

"Ah, ah, no, no, no... yes, yes, right here, right here... Han Zhao fuck me, fuck me hard, ah ah ah ah!"

With a loud cry, He Jing pushed his penis forward unconsciously, and then the head of the penis flared up, shooting out streams of white semen.

Han Zhao clasped He Jing's waist with both hands, and fucked him in and out vigorously. Almost at the same time as he was being fucked, he shot into his body while panting...

The twitching after orgasm lasted for more than ten times before it stopped slowly. The moment Han Zhao left his body, He Jing suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably.

He turned around and hugged Han Zhao, refusing to look up for a long time.

"what happened?"

Feeling the heat and humidity in his chest, Han Zhao asked slightly panting.

"You are mine," He Jing hugged him tightly, repeating again and again, "You are mine."

"Your yours." Han Zhao patted him on the back.

"It's mine alone." He Jing wiped away his tears on his chest, and said firmly, "No one is allowed to steal it."

……

Drunk and indulgent, the result is falling apart.

Han Zhao didn't have any urgent matters the next day, and he could sleep in as much as he could after eating enough last night.But He Jing was woken up by the alarm clock and struggled painfully to get up and get dressed.

After tidying up, He Jing walked to the bedside to say goodbye to Han Zhao.

"I'm off to work."

Han Zhao fell into a drowsy sleep, didn't even lift his eyelids, and just let out an inexplicable "hmm".

He Jing knelt down, looked at him for a long time, and then pecked him on the lips.

"You wait for me to get off work obediently."

Sitting on the rickety light rail, He Jing was drowsy, and the vibration from his mobile phone in his pocket made him startled.

Opening it up, it was a WeChat message from Luo Yin.

"How did you get home yesterday? I think you were a little drunk when you left."

He Jing responded with a tongue-out emoji, and wrote, "I vomited when I got home, but I woke up after I vomited."

Luo Yin smiled and asked him, "Did you talk impulsively when you were drunk?"

He Jing twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I tried to ask, but he really refused to talk, and changed the topic."

Luo Yin only regards He Jing as "he/she".

"Then what are you going to do next?"

The train on the light rail swayed rhythmically, and the city scenery outside the window was the same as before and boundless.The sun shines into the train, illuminating numb faces.

Looking at the speeding scenery outside, He Jing slowly typed a line:

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world - if he refuses to tell, I will check it myself."

The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone, happy eating meat!