Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

Lu Mian was afraid that Song Huai would fall, and picked him up again. Song Huai sat on Lu Mian's thigh with his legs crossed.

The two sat face-to-face, just enough to see each other's face clearly.

The little drunk lifted Lu Mian's face suddenly, and kissed Lu Mian's cheek "Ba Hag".

After the kiss, look left and right, a pair of small grape-like black eyes rolled around Lu Mian's face.

Finally, his eyes smiled into crescents, and he said with satisfaction: "It's so beautiful!"

Lu Mian's face became completely black. He smiled and pressed his neck down, leaning close to Song Huai's ears, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you only like my face?"

"Nor." The distance was too close, and the heat sprayed by Lu Mian on Song Huai's auricle made him itchy, and Song Huai tilted his head.

Hearing the three words "Nor", Lu Mian's complexion finally looked a little better, but after a few seconds, Song Huai boldly reached out and touched his abdominal muscles through the clothes, and said in a very sincere manner: "The figure is I like it too."

Lu Myanmar:...

As the car stopped outside the villa, Lu Mian didn't know how much perseverance he had used, and squeezed Song Huai's hand that was touching him.

When he was about to hug Song Huai out of the car, Song Huai became unhappy. He hummed and didn't cooperate with Lu Mian's hug. He circled his hands around Lu Mian's neck, rubbing his cheek on Lu Mian's neck, groaning. Said: "Well, why don't you let me touch it, I will touch it! I will touch it!"

Although the baffle was added, the secretary in the front seat could hear the voice. Hearing what Song Huai said, the secretary was shocked.

Lu Mian couldn't do anything about the drunk children. He could only coax them patiently: "When we get home, shall we get out of the car first?"

"Not good, no!" Song Huai began to use his hands and feet to roll around in the limited seat, "Dudu, don't get out of the car! I'm going to touch it! I'm going to touch it now!"

He suddenly got up, knelt and sat on Lu Mian, with a fierce expression on his face: "Will you give me a beep!"

The secretary in front had already recovered from the petrochemical state, and began to poke secretly in anticipation of the follow-up plot, wishing to poke a hole in the baffle now to let him see what happened.

Song Huai continued his arrogance: "Happy Lantern Festival, brothers, happy Lantern Festival!"

Angrily, Song Huai said that he touched Lu Mian's leg with one hand, and when he touched the other's slender thighs and strong lean muscles, he exclaimed, "Hehehe."

Secretary:!

Lu Mian was full of black lines. He once again held Song Huai's restless hand on his thigh, confined the person in his arms, and murmured, "Go home and touch it."

"Really?" Song Huai was surprised, for fear that Lu Mian would regret it, he obediently hugged Lu Mian's neck, and his legs encircled Lu Mian's waist.

Lu Mian finally took the person out of the car, and when he got out of the car, he glanced at the secretary in the driver's seat.

Fortunately, the secretary's professionalism was excellent, and his expression was serious, as if he hadn't heard anything.

When Lu Mian left, the secretary's expression gradually changed.

As soon as he entered the entrance, Song Huai began to move wildly again.

Lu Mian held the other's **** with one hand, and pressed the back of the other's head with the other. His voice was low and coerced: "Don't move."

Song Huai rubbed Lu Mian like a loach, and the opponent was in a relatively dangerous position.

Lu Mian's eyes darkened, his throat rolled several times, and he looked a little hoarse: "Don't move, I will hold you back to the room to sleep."

Song Huai hummed twice, then didn't move any more.

When he finally got to the room, Lu Mian put the little drunk who had been making trouble for a long time on the bed, and he didn't know what he was expecting in his heart.

However, Song Huai didn't move anymore.

The soft bed came with a purr similar to that of a kitten.

After going upstairs from the hallway, Song Huai fell asleep again.

Lu Mianli looked at the head of the bed for a while, and after a while, he bent down and stretched out his hand to squeeze Song Huai's face.

It's soft and feels good.

The admiral who was cold in front of him, his eyes could melt water softly at this moment.

Seemingly being pinched by dissatisfaction, Song Huai slapped his mouth twice in his sleep.

Lu Mian squeezed the person's face in the middle, squeezing into a ball, and pouting his mouth.

Song Huai's lips are full, bright red, shaped like a small cherry, and pouting when dissatisfied is very cute, like a seductive pluck.

Lu Mian seemed to be bewitched in some way, he lowered his head and took a bite on Song Huai's slightly opened mouth.

Lecherous little villain.

Lu Mian's fingertips flicked across Song Huai's forehead, his movements were gentle and cherished. Finally, Lu Mian stood up and walked out of Song Huai's room.

Two hours later, Lu Mian took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He saw Song Huai who had already fallen asleep in his room and didn't know when he slipped into his room. At the moment, he was pouting his ass, not in his closet. Know what you are doing.

Lu Mian walked over, but saw that Song Huai's upper body was loosely putting on his military jacket, and there was nothing in the jacket. Topless/chest/belly, revealing a whiteness.

Hearing the movement, the child turned around.

When Lu Mian saw his situation, the dryness he had just vented. The heat was about to surge again.

Lu Mian rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes deep and dangerous: "What are you doing?"

Song Huai was still staring at him, obviously still not awake, tilted his head, and said seriously: "Pretty brother looks good in military uniform, and Dudu wants to be good too."

Lu Mian saw Song Huai not wearing slippers, and stood barefoot on the ground, afraid that people would catch a cold, so he hurriedly picked them up.

Lu Mian had just come out of the bathroom, before he had time to change his pajamas.

There is only a bath towel around her body.

The skin touched, Lu Mian's tone was tempting, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at Song Huai with a deep gaze: "...Do you like the way I wear military uniforms?"

Song Huai hooked Lu Mian's neck and nodded.

After nodding, he leaned to Lu Mian's ear again, and sighed softly: "Brother is the most handsome in military uniform. Think about when your brother is wearing military uniform..."

Hearing the next few words, Lu Myanmar's brain exploded like a ball of fireworks, and even his usual pupils shook slightly.

His eyes were heavy and dripping: "Song Huai, do you know what you are talking about?"

Song Huai approached unconsciously and unconsciously, he tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what Lu Mian was asking.

Lu Mian looked at him quietly for a while, as if waiting for him to answer.

But what was waiting was Song Huaikun's fighting eyelids and a small yawn.

Song Huaizheng opened his lips slightly and yawned, the smell of luxuriant camphor after the rain was overwhelming.

A hot kiss blocked his lips, and something slippery came in with a cool mint smell.

The other side kissed very hard, as if deliberately retaliated.

Song Huai was completely dizzy by the kiss, and his eyes were wet. At that time, there was only one thought left in his head: the beautiful brother's tongue was minty.

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The consequence of a hangover is brain pain.

Song Huai got up and found that his palm was a little red from the rubbing.

My mouth also seems to be numb.

Song Huai was sitting on the bed in a daze, when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Song Huai saw Lu Mian come out from the bathroom door, his head was dumbfounded for two seconds: Why is Lu Mian here?

Then, he discovered that this was not his room, this was Lu Mian's bed.

Last night—he slept with Lu Mian again while drunk!

However, Song Huai quietly moved his **** without feeling at all.

Well. Why did he forget, Lu Mian can't.

Lu Mian saw Song Huai looking at him innocently with a pair of apricot eyes open early in the morning. The pajamas on the kid were a little messy because of his poor sleeping posture, the neckline was wide open, and there were a few ambiguous things printed on the snow-white skin. Red dot.

Lu Mian suppressed the expression in his eyes and walked to Song Huai: "Awake?"

Song Huai nodded. Although he didn't remember what happened, he woke up in Lu Mian's bed. This recognition was enough to make him shy.

But there was some regret in my heart, and Lu Mian got up too early.

He really wanted to wake up in Lu Mian's arms.

Lu Mian was wearing a white shirt today. The buttons of the shirt were not as meticulously tied as before. There were two buttons on the hem that were not fastened. As Lu Mian moved around, he lifted a corner to reveal his beautiful abdominal muscles.

Want to touch.

Song Huai suddenly realized that Lu Mian seemed to be a little later than before. Before he woke up, Lu Mian had already washed and dressed. He hadn't seen Lu Mian's disheveled appearance, even if he was wearing house clothes before, his clothes were very well-dressed.

Next second.

Lu Mian turned his back to Song Huai, and took off the shirt that was stained with water when he was washing. The man's back was beautiful and smooth. With the action of **** and dressing, he naturally showed the power of the latissimus back. The spine line is clear, running downstream from the neck and into the army pants.

When Lu Mian buttoned the last few buttons, he seemed to perceive Song Huai's fiery gaze behind him, and turned slightly to his side.

Song Huai swallowed unconvincingly.

Lu Mian put Song Huai's reaction into his eyes, and turned his face to hide the sharp sly light in his eyes.

Shirt, jacket, and finally, Lu Mian even put on a military cap.

Song Huai was crazy about dreams. When Lu Mian was wearing white gloves and a cloak, he finally couldn't help but asked, "Are you going to the military headquarters today?"

"no."

Why don't you go to the army and wear it so neatly and grandly? Even though the cloak was put on, Song Huai felt strange in his heart, but didn't ask much.

Lu Mian wears whatever he wants.

What's more, this Lu Myanmar is so handsome!

No way, no, hold back, and have a nosebleed again.

White gloves and cloaks are too foul! awsl!

Since the confirmation of the relationship, the place where Song Huai and Lu Mian ate at the dining table has changed from facing each other across a long distance to two next door to the corner of the table.

I don't know if it was Song Huai's illusion. Today, the two chairs seemed to be closer than usual.

Breakfast was preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and Song Huai also ate a meat bun, a hemp ball, and a glutinous rice chicken.

When eating, Song Huai seemed to feel that Lu Mian was watching him, and he was embarrassed to eat so much.

He timidly put down the glutinous rice chicken that he hadn't finished eating, and asked cautiously: "Am I eating too much?"

Lu Mian put down the chopsticks in his hand and shook his head. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the corner of Song Huai's mouth with the thumb of his thumb.

"We got it."

Today's Lu Mian is madly stepping on Song Huai's hobbies. It seems that there is something wrong, but Song Huai can't tell what is wrong.

Why did he feel that every action Lu Mian did today, and even every look in his eyes, was to seduce him?

The author has something to say: Lu Mian: Seduction!

Happy Lantern Festival, brothers!

I've been locked up five or six times, vomiting!

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: only 130 bottles!