Love you, never separate

A strange pleasure came, Zhou Li's eyes color deep, "yes, that's it, don't stop."

He Qing bit his lip and continued to close his eyes to get him up and down.

Zhou Li kisses his forehead, kisses his eyes, and says, "dear, open your eyes, I like you to look at me with this kind of eyes."

He likes he Qing to look at him with that kind of shy and attractive eyes. He likes it very much.

He Qing's hand moves faster and faster, and Zhou Li's breathing is more and more heavy. The crisp impact of the iron chain is mixed with Zhou Li's heavy breathing and no deliberate suppression of groans, which makes Zhou Li usher in a climax.

At the moment before Zhou was about to release, Zhou Li suddenly took away He Qing's hand and pushed the hard object directly between He Qing's legs. With the help of his waist, he jerked between He Qing's legs twice. Then he trembled and released himself completely.

Afterwards, Zhou Li wiped away the ambiguous traces between He Qing's legs again, and then lay down to hold he Qing in his arms for a while.

His lips against the top of He Qing's hair, gently rubbing, "he Qing, I'm glad you didn't refuse me today."

He Qing is silent.

Regardless of He Qing's reaction, Zhou Li immerses himself in his joy. He holds He Qing's hand and rubs it. He continues to press He Qing on his chest and closes his eyes.

He didn't sleep, just enjoying the time lying in the same bed with He Qing, which is his most relaxed and favorite time.

After about half an hour, he Qingcai slowly said, "what time is it now?"

Zhou Li opened his eyes and put his chin on He Qing's head. He didn't want to see the time. If he could, he wanted to lie with He Qing for as long as possible.

"Just finished, aren't you tired? Why don't you take a break and sleep with me? " Zhou Li changed the topic.

"I have to work." He Qing said.

"Oh, I've already sent a message to Zhao Xiaochen asking for leave. He's right. " Zhou Li said.

Sure enough, this is Zhou Li's style.

"I don't think you're tired. Why don't we do it again?" With that, Zhou Li turned over and pressed on He Qing's body, and lowered his head to nibble at He Qing's throat knot.

Zhou Li kisses again all the way. He Qing really doesn't have the heart to accompany him any more. He raises his hand to push Zhou Li's body away. When he raises his hand too much, he pulls the chain on his wrist. He hears the crisp sound, which makes him react.

Ah, it turns out that his hands are still handcuffed

He Qing looked at the handcuffs on his hands, pushed aside Zhou Li, stood up, put the handcuffed hand in front of Zhou Li, and looked at Zhou Li blandly, "untie me."

Zhou Li's eyes flashed a trace of pain. He held he Qingchao's hand and put it on his lips to kiss. Then he changed the topic. "I've just been doing this for a long time. Are you hungry? I'll make you what you want to eat. "

"Open it." He Qing pointed to the handcuffs on his wrist and continued.

"I'll cook Wudong noodles for you. Didn't you like it best before? You taught me to do it. " Zhou Li kisses the top of He Qing's hair, gets up naked, moves on the wheelchair and goes to the wardrobe to look for clothes.

He Qing watched Zhou Li's naked back, strong back and thin waist when he got up, and unconsciously swallowed.

Zhou Li took a home suit from the closet and put it on. Then he went to another closet to take he Qing's clothes and handed them to He Qing, "put them on."

He Qing was surprised. He had never seen this dress before. It wasn't the one he had worn but didn't take away. Judging from the size of the dress, it didn't look like what Zhou Li could wear. It could only be bought for him.

After he Qing left, although Zhou Li didn't often come to live in the house, he also ordered his assistant to buy many clothes suitable for he Qing and put them in the cupboard. He felt that at least this would give him the feeling that he Qing had never left.

He Qing stretched out his hand to Zhou Li and repeated, "help me to untie it."

Zhou Li shook his head, his eyes were determined, "no, I can't untie it for you. You have to go again. I don't want you to go. I want you to stay with me."

Zhou Li's eyes suddenly darkened, "don't you want to stay with me? We just -- "

"I always have to change. You see, I can't even put on my sleeves like this." He Qing shakes the handcuffs on his wrist and points to his half worn clothes.

"Oh, oh! I forgot. I'll untie it for you. " Zhou Li takes the key to unlock the handcuffs for he Qing.

"Pa Ta" a, the handcuffs of the lock is twisted, he Qing activity for a while, was handcuffed a night of wrist, hand through the other sleeve.

When he Qing's hand just came out of his sleeve, Zhou Li took hold of his wrist and rubbed it gently. "Did it hurt last night? I'll put more cotton next time. "

Then he picked up the handcuffs from the bed and tried to put on He Qing's wrist again, but he Qing dodged.

Zhou Li's hand was stiff, and a ferocious expression suddenly appeared on his face. He asked, "don't you want to stay with me? So disgusted with me? "

He Qing sighed and said, "I want to take a bath. My body is sticky and smelly. I can't stand it."

Zhou Li's face a joy, immediately put down the handcuffs, fundus flashing light of expectation, "OK, you go to wash, no, or I'll wash for you, I'll wash with you!"

He Qing doesn't pay attention to Zhou Li. He gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. Zhou Li follows him in his wheelchair. Seeing that he enters the bathroom, Zhou Li wants to follow him, but he is shut out.

Then, with a click, the door was locked from the bathroom. Zhou Li touched his nose, laughed and stood by the door.

He Qing wiped his wet hair and opened the bathroom door. Then he saw Zhou Li, who was still sitting in the same place. He was stunned and said, "how can you..."? At that time, I was waiting to continue to torture him

He Qing didn't wait for Zhou Li to continue talking, so he went straight to the bedside, took up the handcuffs and buttoned them on his wrist. He raised his hand and shook the iron chain to Zhou Li. "Satisfied?"

Zhou Li Leng Leng, nodded, but a few threads of pain flashed through his eyes. He sat in place for a while and said to He Qing, "I'll cook noodles for you."

He doesn't want to see the expression on He Qing's face at the moment. He's afraid that he will feel heartache. He and he Qing have come to this stage after all. Who can blame them?

Alas, this tragic life, this tragic fate!

He Qing sits on the bed, looking at Zhou Li's back, which is almost deserted and fleeing. He doesn't feel good. He suddenly feels at a loss.