Raise you just to eat you

"Brother Mu!" Lin Ting called out to Mu Qing while running, because the fog in the morning was too thick, he only came out for a while, and his hair was already wet by the fog.

After finally running under the big tree, he leaned on his knees and panted for a while, but when he looked up, he saw a handsome smiling face.

He let out an "Ah!" in surprise, stumbled and fell straight to the ground.

"Du Liang!! Why is it you?! Brother Mu!"

"Baby." Du Liang squatted beside him with a smile, reaching out to pinch his chin: "You still want to run to lose weight with your physical strength?"

"You don't care about me!" Lin Ting knocked off his hand and rubbed his sore buttocks: "I didn't ask you to supervise me."

Du Liang followed him and stood up, leaning against the tree with his hands in his pockets and looking at him: "Muqing has something to do, so let me watch you. Well, see you there in five minutes."

Seeing that he really didn't mean to be joking with him, Lin Ting curled his lips, raised his hands and did a stretching exercise, and then ran out at a really fast pace.

1 minute, 3 minutes, 10 minutes passed, Du Liang yawned boredly, finally heard the sound of approaching footsteps, almost half an hour passed.

Panting like a cow, Lin Ting collapsed on the bench next to him, his shirt was completely soaked in sweat, Du Liang turned the stopwatch in his hand and walked up to him.

"Baby, you are 15 minutes overtime, go back and do another three laps."

"What?!" Lin Ting's eyes widened, "Are you fucking trying to exhaust me to death!"

"How could it be?" Du Liang lowered his head and kissed him, not disliking the sweat on his face: "I will feel sorry for you when you are tired, but is your determination to lose weight so big?"

provocative!This is absolutely fucking naked: naked provocation!

Lin Ting puffed out his chest unconvinced, pushed him away and ran out again.

Du Liang hooked his mouth and dozed off comfortably on the chair.

Then, nearly half an hour passed.

Lin Ting fell on Du Liang's body with his limp legs. His pale face was no different from that of a patient.

Du Liang patted his face and reminded him in a good mood that there are still two laps to come.

Lin Ting didn't know what he was talking about at all, and spread his whole body in his arms like a living dead.

At this time, the fog had almost cleared away, and the students occasionally passed by them in twos and threes, seeing the two of them sticking together so intimately, they all turned a blind eye and said nothing.

Seeing that Lin Ting was about to rest, Du Liang stood up with his half arms around him: "Baby, can we go? We're going back."

"Hmm..." Lin Ting moaned, "Legs are weak, lungs hurt..."

Du Liang was speechless, so he had no choice but to walk back with him all the way.

Back in the dormitory, Lin Ting immediately fell asleep on the bed. Seeing Du Liang's smiling expression, his roommates packed up and left immediately.

After locking the door inside, Du Liang turned back to tease Lin Ting on the bed in a good mood: "Baby, have you rested yet, there are still five hundred sit-ups to come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ting immediately felt a pain in his abdomen like a cramp. He opened his eyes pitifully and looked at Du Liang.

"Save the sit-ups for tomorrow, I'm tired."

"That's not allowed." Du Liang shook his head, took a book and sat on his feet: "As a supervisor, I can't be selfish. Come on, count yourself."

Lin Ting curled his lips and scolded Du Liang a thousand times in his heart.

Although sit-ups are simple, if you do hundreds of them, it's really not something ordinary people can bear, let alone a young master like Lin Ting who doesn't exercise all year round.

Du Liang was enjoying the massage underneath comfortably, reading with relish in the book in his hand, but Lin Ting under him couldn't do it. fell down.

Du Liang held back his smile and continued to pretend to read.

"340 six, 340 seven, 340 eight, 380..." This is the number that poor Lin Ting reported himself while hopping.

Du Liang turned a page of the book expressionlessly: "Counting from 340 to eightfold."

"Ah!!" Lin Ting couldn't get his strength back anymore. He yelled and threw himself on Du Liang, howling, "I'm quitting! I'm quitting! Du Liang, you fucking bully me! You don't even feel sorry for me when you're tired!"

Du Liang put down the book in his hand, turned around and hugged him: "I made you work so hard? Didn't you do it voluntarily?"

"But, but..." Lin Ting stammered and couldn't refute: "But I want to lose weight!"

"why?"

Lin Ting pouted, and took Du Liang's hand and put it on his waist: "Is it fleshy? I didn't have it before! And the face, it's so ugly when it's fat!"

"Baby." Du Liang sighed helplessly, and sat in his arms with his arms around him: "Who says you're ugly when you're fat?"

Besides, is he fat?With a small body and skinny bones, this idiot is still clamoring to lose some meat after finally getting some meat!

"I think so." Lin Ting was still unhappy, pinching his face that was much rounder than before and frowning: "Do you also think it's ugly?"

This question was asked cautiously, as if he was really afraid that he would despise him.

Du Liang was angry and funny, twisted his little face and pushed him down on the bed. Since he was afraid that he would despise him, he might as well prove his mood with actions.

Looking at Lin Ting who was still immersed in the sad things under him, Du Liang blinked his eyes. He decided not to let Lin Ting get out of bed for the next two days, and it happened to be the weekend anyway.

In this way, Du Gongzi and Lin Erhuo had a very sexually blissful weekend of extreme lasciviousness.