[Online game] Don't!I am male

Chapter 57

Whoops, no, the old hooligan wants to smoke!

Cheng Qing's heart tightened, and he passed Lang Jun's armpit with his left hand, rubbing Lang Jun's shoulder up, resting on Lang Jun's arm, pretending to be calm, raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Cheating on your sister! Does it work?"

"No derailment, what is this?" Fingertips came close to Cheng Qing's eyes, shaking the dazzling lip gloss, Lang Jun sneered, "What was that girl on your bed just now? Huh?"

your sister!Is that called a bed?I just sat next to the inflatable cushion for a while, how about not having such a sneaky change of concept!

Cheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, patted the finger away from the so-called "criminal evidence", and reprimanded: "Go away, brother's leg hurts, don't mess around!"

"Heh! You messing around?" Lang Jun smiled lowly, squeezed Cheng Qing's wrist, and slowly unbuttoned Cheng Qing's clothes one by one, and asked inaudibly, "Cheng Qing, you never said what I said. Take it to heart, right?"

"Hmm." Cheng Qing closed his eyes and hummed, feeling inexplicably displeased, "You just stare at the things that are there, why don't you ask how your leg is hurting?"

"Is there any?"

"It's just a kiss from a girl, what are you doing?" Cheng Qing opened his eyes suddenly, staring at Lang Jun, slightly annoyed, "Speaking of which, even if brother and sister have sex, what are you doing? What are you brother?" People? Did you sleep with me or did you sleep with me?"

My sister!My brother must have lost his mind!

The words came out of my mouth, Cheng Qinghui's intestines hurt after speaking, sincerely.

Inexplicably worried that Mr. Lang would leave in anger, and unwilling to apologize, he could only smile coquettishly and look at Mr. Mr. Lang who was exuding a strong low pressure.

"Oh, that's it." Lang Jun raised the corners of his lips suddenly, and smiled inexplicably, the deep meaning in his eyes made Cheng Qing's heart beat wildly.

Pausing his hands to resume his movements, Lang Jun undid the last two buttons slowly, kneading his sexy narrow waist, buried his head in kissing Cheng Qing's brow, the tip of his tongue swirled down, warm and gentle.

Cheng Qing raised his head to ask for a kiss, but was silently dodged away. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart raised his throat again, and finally pulled his face down to explain: "Old rascal, just now..."

"Hush!" Cheng Qing's words were interrupted with his index finger between his lips, and he began to unceremoniously take off his open shirt. Cheng Qing looked at Lang Jun's side face greedily, and said casually, "Old rascal, third brother It's been a while since I took a shower..."

"En." Lang Jun gave a low hum from his nasal cavity, carefully avoiding the injured leg covered with plaster, turned Cheng Qing over, and examined it carefully.

His eyes fell on his back as if he was real, and holding down the troublesome hand on his belt buckle, Cheng Qing turned his head and squinted at Lang Jun: "This place is not a place for hooligans!"

"Honey, you're overthinking, just check." Lang Jun smiled inexplicably.

"Fuck you, check a J8."

"Baby, your thoughts are too dirty, I just check to see if you have any other injuries." After keeping the accounts, it is convenient to calculate the total account, isn't it?

"..." Cheng Qing pursed his lips, kicked his uninjured leg back, but remained silent strangely.

"Heh!" Lang Jun smiled and pressed Luan Keng's legs, wrapped the two of them together in the quilt, hugged Cheng Qing and sighed, "Don't make trouble, sleep well, are you tired from the past two days?"

"Yeah." Cheng Qing arched in Lang Jun's arms and muttered, "The button on the shirt was so tight that it took off."

"Yes." Lang Jun took off his shirt, threw it aside, got under the quilt again, and hugged Cheng Qing.

Cheng Qing turned over consciously, put his injured leg on Lang Jun's lap, and rubbed his cheek against his hot chest: "I didn't expect you to come so soon. That's great. I'll reward you later."

"Okay." Lang Jun rubbed his smooth back and coaxed: "Go to sleep."

After several days of exhaustion, and the feeling of skin to skin made him inexplicably at ease, Cheng Qing ran to Duke Zhou in an instant, and fell into a dark sleep.

And Mr. Lang stayed up almost all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the reporter's sister called the door early: "Ah Qing, are you awake?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Helped him wash water and breakfast."

"Sister has a heart." Lang Jun hugged Cheng Qing in the bed, lowered his voice and lazily said, "Let's leave it at the door first, I'll get it later."

"It won't take long for the weather to freeze outside. If you don't mind, I'll send it in directly?"

Lang Jun pinched Cheng Qing's waist in dissatisfaction, grabbed the quilt to cover his sweetheart tightly, raised the corners of his lips and sneered: "Of course I don't mind, I'm sorry."

The reporter girl came in with a smile on her face, staring at a doggy man in the bed, her face changed instantly: "You..."

"Huh?" Lang Jun raised his eyebrows, pretending to be puzzled.

"You two... what's the relationship?"

"It's just short of getting the little red book, what do you think?"

The reporter girl paused for washing water and breakfast, and left in a hurry with her face drooping. Lang Jun carefully moved Cheng Qing's leg, got up, dressed slowly, washed her face with the water beaten by the reporter girl without guilt, and ate. A breakfast full of all kinds of love from the girls, leaving the tent with wash water and an empty lunch box.

The tent was as clean as if the girl from the reporter had never appeared before. The cocoon-like quilt on the inflatable mattress trembled slightly, which intensified and eventually burst into hearty laughter.

"Are you awake?" Lang Jun came in with fresh wash water and breakfast, and he didn't show any surprise to Shang Yun's eyes full of smiles, "Just woke up for breakfast."

"Can you have breakfast?"

"I can take away Professor Jun's breakfast."

"You're not afraid of your foodie uncle getting mad!" Cheng Qing teased with a smile, Lang Jun raised his eyebrows, "Xue Yu won't let him starve, why is he so mad?"

In other words, in the end, it was Xue Daqin who had nothing to eat?

Well, it looks good too...

"Tsk, we are so kind, we helped them create such a good opportunity to sublimate their relationship..." Cheng Qing smiled shamelessly and hooked his finger at Lang Jun, "Come here and wait for brother to change clothes."

Tsk!It seems that the energy and spirit are recovering well, very good!

Lang Jun smiled meaningfully, ate tofu in a dignified manner, helped Cheng Qing get dressed, and asked ambiguously, "Do I need to serve you to the toilet?"

"……roll!"

"Don't worry, we'll roll out together after breakfast."

"Ok?"

"I took you home after breakfast and greeted my uncle."

After breakfast, I packed up Cheng Qing's belongings.

Under the strong oppression of the old hooligan, Cheng Qing had no choice but to give up the plan of jumping out with one leg, and chose between the back and the hug, and was hugged out of the tent by the old hooligan in full view of everyone.

Xue Da Qinshou pulled the suitcase and followed behind them, smiling all the time without saying a word.

It wasn't until Cheng Qing got on the suspension car that Xue Da Qinshou said meaningfully: "Second brother, take care."

It's obviously an ordinary farewell, but...

My sister!I just feel creepy!

Xue Da Qinshou is too abnormal, sincerely!

Until he was carried into Room 2113 of the Jincui Hotel in M ​​City by Lang Jun, and the old hooligan asked him politely, "Cheng Qing, do you want to take a bath?" Cheng Qing still didn't understand what Xue Daqin said. There is a deep meaning in it.

For Cheng Qing, who is picky, taking a bath is really a temptation, so Cheng Qing hesitated a little, and said, "Of course, help me turn on the water."

"Okay." As if he didn't notice Cheng Qing's wanton gaze, Lang Jun took off his windbreaker, shirt, and trousers slowly, and entered the bathroom wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs.

After a while, there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Cheng Qing lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but couldn't help but imagine the scene in the bathroom.

The naked body dripping with water seems to be an irresistible toxin, lingering in his mind, which makes him hot from the bottom of his heart: "Old rascal, it's not better yet!"

"Just take off your clothes first."

Lang Jun raised the corners of his lips, put down the jar of small gifts that Xue Yu gave him last night, wrapped himself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

With Cheng Qing's gaze, the drops of water slipped over the tight abdominal muscles and disappeared into the towel wrapped around the waist, causing infinite charm.

Cheng Qing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he smiled lightly: "You old rascal, seduce brother?"

"It was you who seduced me." His eyes swept across the naked chest ambiguously, fixed on his half-opened civilized mouth, and suppressed his desire, "Shall I help you take it off?"

"Nonsense, serve quickly." Bend his right leg, and rubbed Lang Jun's crotch through the bath towel, Cheng Qing licked his lips temptingly, "I will reward you if you serve me well."

The right trouser leg came off easily, but the left trouser leg got stuck in the plaster.

"Cut it."

"Tsk, it's a pity that I lost my trousers." Cheng Qing pretended to complain, and Ren Bingliang's scissors rubbed against his thigh vaguely, cutting open his trouser legs little by little, and his breathing became heavy.

The scissors rubbed against the waist, stagnated slowly, and then picked up the thin strap of the thong, cut it neatly, and desire instantly raised his head, and picked up the black cloth that concealed his shame.

With the desire to look up, the slender fingers moved and kneaded a little rudely: "Baby, tell me, how many girls are hooked by dressing like this, huh?"

"Uh huh... you are narrow-minded, don't make trouble, and help me take a bath first." The clear voice became hoarse, with a shallow nasal sound, sexy and seductive.

"Okay, take a shower first." We have plenty of time to settle accounts.

Lang Jun suppressed the eager desire, carried Cheng Qing horizontally into the bathroom, helped Cheng Qing rinse carefully, and carried him into the bathtub with his mouth raised, his injured left leg resting carefully on the edge of the bathtub.

Help Cheng Qing squeeze shoulders with moderate strength: "Baby, how do you feel?"

"Well, comfortable."

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"The legs are sore, it's nothing serious, just endure it for two days and it will be fine."

"Very good..." As he spoke, Lang Jun slid his hand towards Cheng Qing's chest, suddenly pinched the hard grain and twisted it hard, then gently scratched it with his nails, "Now we start to settle the score."

"Hiss—" Cheng Qing gasped, and stared at Lang Jun slightly annoyed, "Did you smoke?"

"Tell me, do you remember what I said?"

Nose tip to nose tip, sharp eyes filled with deep lust and deep anger, Cheng Qing stretched out his tongue to lick the finger that ravaged his lower lip: "Brother said, I always keep myself clean."

"Ok?"

"You really..." sucked the finger that was in the mouth, and bit it hard, "Yesterday, that girl sneaked up on my brother while he was asleep... um..."

Lang Jun held his open and closed lips and bit them punitively: "Do you remember what I told you before you boarded the plane?"

"Be careful." Cheng Qing's heart was full of warmth and guilt, "The situation was too dangerous..."

"So you instinctively went to save the girl?" The kiss slid to the side of the neck, sucking, gnawing, biting, sometimes gentle, sometimes ruthless, Cheng Qing grabbed Lang Jun's head and moved impatiently: "Seeing death I can't do anything that doesn't save me."

"Well, let alone a girl..." I buried my head on the side of Cheng Qing's neck, kneaded the smooth inner thigh, slid it up carefully, and complained in a low voice half-truth, "I'm not who you are, what I said Of course you don’t have to remember.”

Cheng Qing frowned, pulled Lang Jun by his hair and looked at him: "Aren't you brother?"

"You just said it yesterday, forgot?"

"I..." Cheng Qing paused, "That's an angry word."

"When people are angry, they often say the truth that is pent up in their hearts."

"So?" Cheng Qing raised his eyebrows, and held down his claws that were haunting the heels of his legs, "What do you want? Let my brother sleep with you?"

Lang Jun smiled noncommittally, temporarily gave up attacking the rear position, grasped the straight desire, and dexterously moved and kneaded: "I don't know how many people have used this thing."

"Man, isn't it enough that you are the first?" Cheng Qing smiled shamelessly, pulled off the obtrusive towel with his right foot, rubbed his sexy back, and asked, "Do you want to sit on it? Huh?"

"Heh! Of course we have to do it." Lang Jun smiled lowly, and stepped into the bathtub quickly...

What the hell!

Cheng Qing regretted it again!

The god of decline is indeed the god of decline.

The old hooligan stepped into the bathtub, knelt and sat between Cheng Qing's legs very naturally, kneading his sexy buttocks and placing them on his strong thighs, the infinite beauty emerged from the water, sultry: "Don't move around, Watch your legs."

"I x your father! Brother asked you to sit up and give X to brother."

"Baby, I hate other people Xing my parents the most..." Let go of the sudden swollen desire, hold the ankle and lift Cheng Qing's right leg, dip the index finger of his right hand into the jar, and pull out a lump Apply the cream with strawberry fragrance on the tight back hole, press it, and probe in, "But you fucked twice."

"Fuck!" Cheng Qing frowned at the intrusion of foreign objects, and instinctively tightened his back, "Mr. Lang, take it out."

"No." Lang Jun raised the corners of his lips as he explored the warm passageway with his index finger, and refused calmly and forcefully, "I don't want to hear you ask me who I am when I care about you in the future, so I have to do it today." You can't."

What the hell!

Cheng Qing wants to cry, but there are no tears!

He thought that yesterday's article had already been published, so it was waiting for him here!

The whole finger scratched and fumbled in the rectum, and suddenly touched a point, and an electric current spread from that point to the throat in an instant: "Uh-huh..."

Moaning like a moan, the acupuncture point suddenly tightened, Lang Jun lifted the corner of his lips, and pressed that point to stimulate continuously.

Cheng Qing dodged impatiently, but in exchange for an even stronger stimulus: "I fuck your father, is it over?"

"End?" Lang Jun smiled and stuck another finger in, "It's just the beginning."

"..." Cheng Qing frowned, suddenly Jia Duo's fingers were not lubricated, dry and painful.

"pain?"

"Try it in your own place?"

"Oh." Lang Jun raised his chin and tapped the jar on the side, "gouge out a piece and wipe it on yourself."

"Your sister!" Cheng Qing cursed, but still picked a piece of ointment and applied it to the edge of the acupuncture point.

It's a done deal, knowing that resistance is useless, it's better to close your eyes and enjoy it. The days will be long, and it's not sure who will suppress who next time!

Lang Jun raised the corners of his lips, leaned over and kissed Cheng Qing's brow as a reward: "Good boy."

"Fuck off!"

Smiling, he added another finger in, directly exploring the most sensitive point to press, the legs wrapped around his waist suddenly tightened, and at the moment his sweetheart was on the verge of orgasm, Lang Jun unscrupulously pulled out his finger.

Cheng Qing stared at the roof in a daze, the bursts of emptiness behind him scratched his heart and made him unable to get up and down: "Old rascal, I've planted it on you."

Holding her seductive lips, with a gentle kiss, she slowly squeezed the fiery utensils into the tight corridor: "Cheng Qing, my inspection period is over, isn't it?"

Cheng Qing didn't answer, but just strangled Lang Jun's neck and kissed fiercely: "If you dare to betray brother in the future, brother will pack you up and throw you in formalin as an anatomy specimen."

"Okay." A simple syllable, but like a resounding charge, fending off the hand protruding towards desire, Lang Jun held his narrow waist, watched the sensitive point violently thrust, pushed, and hit Cheng Qing's internal organs hit Cheng Qing's heart, smashing the last barrier of Cheng Qing's sacred place in his heart.

Cheng Qing strangled Lang Jun's neck and moaned depressingly: "Go to bed, or brother's waist will be broken."

"Okay." Keeping the connected posture, walking while kissing, fullness at the back, friction at the front, every step Cheng Qing couldn't restrain himself from wanting to moan.

Facing the fit back in the mirror, Cheng Qing raised his lips, lowered his head, and bit Lang Jun's shoulder viciously, in exchange for a violent blow.

The battlefield shifted, and the fighting became more intense.

Whether it's being pressed under the body, or being hugged on the lap and thrusting, or being held in the arms and lying on the side to have sex, Cheng Qing is surprisingly cooperative.

Raising his butt in coordination, Ren Langjun stuffed two pillows under his waist, and the thick object pushed against the sensitive spot deep in the rectum more violently, Cheng Qing moaned suppressedly, and shrugged.

The top speed suddenly sped up, and the strong stimulation rushed to the top of the head with great pleasure. Cheng Qing clasped Lang Jun's arm, straightened his waist, and gushed out again.

The corridor suddenly tightened, and Lang Jun's quick twitches also scalded the hot liquid on Cheng Qing's heart.

Covering her sweetheart's body, she kissed tenderly: "For the sake of being so obedient, if you don't charge interest today, the debt will be settled here first."

"account?"

"You fucked my father three times, so I fucked you three times..." Lang Jun bit Cheng Qing's chin lightly, and said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect my baby to cooperate so much. For other things, we will have a long time to come. "

"Hmm! The one who is being crushed has to be more sensible..." Cheng Qing raised his eyebrows, rubbing Lang Jun's buttocks, "When you are crushed by Brother, don't let Brother down!"