Ye Chen forced himself to remain calm, rubbed his face hard, his forehead was messy, and he quietly slipped back to the room like a cooked shrimp that could only walk, shining with the glimmer of light from the screen of his mobile phone, and taking out a pot of...a dish from the bottom of the bed.

There are green leaves growing in the flower pot, with ordinary appearance, like wild vegetables in the mountains. Because they are secretly planted by their owners under the bed, they lack sunshine, and the stems are weak, and each leaf exudes the breath of enduring humiliation and burdens.

Ye Chen pushed away the dense leaves, picked up something skillfully from the gaps of the leaves, picked up for a while, spread his hands, and there were about a dozen green fruits the size of peanuts scattered on his palms.

The skin of the fruit was thin and soft. Ye Chen picked up one and twisted it. The fruit exploded, and it dripped with smooth water all over his hands. The texture of the pulp was like oil, but it was thicker than oil, and it also exuded a musk-like aroma: rich, slightly spicy, explicit, animal-like pure lure.

Ye Chen moved his Adam's apple slightly, wiped off the juice from his hands with a tissue, poured more than a dozen small fruits into a fresh-keeping bag and carried them, got up and walked towards the yard gate.

In just a few steps, his right thumb and index finger, which had been dipped in the most juice, became subtly hot, and there was still an insignificant itch. Ye Chen scratched his hand twice uneasy.

This spiritual plant is called Musk Green. Fruit oil has the effect of lubrication of skin, relaxing muscles, relieves pain, and stimulating mucous membranes. It is quite practical. Planting as its name is indeed Musk Green. According to Jingling records, Musk Green was used as a money tree by a Renjing master in a certain period of ancient times and was planted and produced in large quantities. It was widely circulated among the people. As a result, the Next Renjing master was a monk who guarded his body like jade. When he saw these lustful, filthy and erotic things, he would feel chest tightness, which made Musk Green Field burn... He only left a few plants in his own small vegetable garden.

This pot of musk green leaves Chen planted for a while, for fear that the divine beasts would find it and plant it secretly under the bed.

He searched some information online and knew that the one below would hurt a lot in the first few times, plus the model of Shen Mofeng... But rush is not good for the body, so he dare not use it. Shen Mofeng should not let him use it, so he secretly searched in the realm spirit's database and found a treasure.

I have prepared this myself and have been planning for a long time. Isn’t it too much? Too...too slutty? Ye Chen stood in front of Shen Mofeng’s yard, holding his forehead, his whole body was hot. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he couldn’t raise his hand to knock on the door, and stood at the door without moving.

Suddenly, the door opened.

A warm big hand grabbed Ye Chen's wrist and pulled him in.

Shen Mofeng knocked the person into his arms, slammed the door, and locked it with one hand, repeating with a smile: "Is it too boring?"

Ye Chen was stammering with red face: "Why... are you always..." He always eavesdropped?

Shen Mofeng pretended to be curious: "What's so slutty?"

Ye Chen clenched the pocket in his hand: "..."

Fortunately, Shen Ting has been using Diting's power for a long time. Not to mention the intrigue part of the business world, Shen Ting is still a decent person in life. If this ability really gives Shen Mofeng, coupled with his acting skills, he doesn't know what he will be unethical.

"When you enter the house, he said." Shen Mofeng picked him up, strode into the bedroom, and placed it on the bed.

Ye Chen was wearing a student-like outfit, like a young junior. Shen Mofeng looked at him, and his chest was numb, not only because he looked at it, but also because Ye Chen deliberately thought about his own active thoughts. He held Ye Chen's thin ankles in one hand and helped him take off his shoes with the other. The uppers of the canvas shoes were eye-catching, and the white socks inside seemed to be unsealed and put on their feet after washing. They were brand new, and the smell of laundry detergent remained.

"Chenchen." Chen Feng's heart was so hot that it hurt. He clenched it on that foot, either lightly or severely.

"I, I'll take it off myself..." Ye Chen was originally half lying on the bed, his feet were clenched ambiguously by Chen Mofeng, and suddenly he couldn't breathe evenly. He bent down in panic to take off the other one, but as soon as he sat up, he was caught by Chen Mofeng and kissed him without saying a word.

"I've touched everything," Chen Mofeng kissed him, fiddled with the belt buckle, and inquired, "How can you still be so sensitive when you touch your feet?"

Ye Chen couldn't figure it out, but he just felt an extraordinary and unusual shame.

Chen Sifeng listened to his heart sound, and became even worse. He raised Ye Chen's calves, turned his head and kissed his ankle.

Ye Chen: "Ah..."

After a moment of quietness.

"..." Silent wind, "When you are careful of the fungal infection in the lungs?"

"No, no!" Ye Chen was almost crazy, "I was thinking a lot! I didn't have athlete's foot! I just read the news some time ago and remembered..."

Why can't I control my brain?!

"Some people are pretty good and cute on the surface," Chen Mofeng raised his lips, "In fact, I don't know what I'm thinking."

Ye Chen had an idea without warning.

I went back and discussed with Di Ting, borrowed the divine power for seven days, and read Brother Chen... No, I didn't, I didn't think of anything!

"Is that true?" said the silent wind, "Then I have to use it hard for the rest of the days."

As he said that, he threw the belt he pulled out to the ground, fiddled with his fingertips like a cat and a mouse, and asked, "What are you wearing inside?"

Ye Chen pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Oh," Chen Mofeng asked, "Describe it? Color, material, style?"

Ye Chen's face turned, his eyes closed tightly, and his chest was undulating pitifully fast.

Chen Sifeng gently bit his lower lip and confirmed with a smile: "...so wild?"

"Brother, can you..." Ye Chen said tremblingly, "Can you start?"

The shame of cutting flesh with a dull knife is simply a fatal death.

The silent wind pressed above him and kissed him. The two figures were entangled indissoluble. Ambiguous low gasps and hums gradually filled the bedroom. The clothes on the floor ranged from two or three pieces to messy, but a pair of white socks were missing.

Wrapped in white socks, thin and long feet, paired with teenage, thin and powerful calves...

There are also a pair of misty eyes, ignorantly mixed with desire, two slightly opened lips, groaned but reluctant to close them when bitten, and the restrained posture, hands holding the sheets tightly, thin muscles tense due to anxiety, and the thin bones and blue veins on the back of the hand... all perfectly interpret what it means to be pure and desire.

Chen Shifeng was very patient and teased for a long time. It was not until Ye Chen was as soft as the ice cream melting on the beach that he opened the small bag Ye Chen placed beside his pillow, picked out a musk green fruit from it, and squeezed it out.

It has no side effects and can make the other person feel comfortable, so why not do it?

The juice flowed all over my hands.

After a while, the juice went where it should go.

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...

The next morning, Ye Chen was woken up by an alarm clock.

After last night, Ye Chen's consciousness became a little blurred. It was terrible for the old virgin to eat meat. Ye Chen suspected that he didn't fall asleep last night, but was in a coma.

He moved, and the silent wind that deafened the alarm was immediately awakened.

Chen Sifeng looked at the time, threw his phone away, hugged his slender waist, and gently massaged it with his warm palm. His slightly hoarse voice in the morning was particularly sexy: "Do you feel uncomfortable, baby?"

Ye Chen felt it silently.

The body is refreshing and clean, and there is a sore feeling in some parts, but it can be tolerated...

After he slept or fainted last night, Chen Sifeng helped him clean up.

"No discomfort." Ye Chen whispered.

The silent wind lowered his eyes, and smiled at him with a smile on the corner of his lips.

The eyes met, and all kinds of lustful memories hit Ye Chen's mind.

Last night he was flirted with the aphrodisiac effect of Mui Qing. After his initial shyness, he became as shameless as the wind of silentness. He was coaxed to say anything shameless, and did anything too much or too much. Not to mention himself, even the innocent sheet was so broken that it could not be seen...

When Ye Chen touched the bed sheet, it was dry and the fragrance of laundry detergent was changed.

The silent wind didn't know what he heard and laughed softly.

"Brother, you... do you have to get up early today?" Ye Chen woke up from his hazy state when he had just woken up. He recalled the last night and felt that he had no shame to meet people.

Being mentally prepared is mentally prepared, but Ye Chen never expected to play so big for the first time. In his perception, this kind of thing should be more immature and warm in the first few times...

Damn old hooligan!

Ye Chen wished he could get into the bed.

Chen Silent Feng raised his eyebrows: "Damn old hooligan?"

"No, you heard it wrong," Ye Chen's body turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stuttered and wanted to leave first and find a place without anyone to calm down. "I, I'll go back and make breakfast for you? I made porridge last night, just cook a simple dish..." Ye Chen stuck out his butt and picked up clothes on the ground, talking in a row to dilute his shame, "What do you want to eat? There are all kinds of dishes in the field..."

The silence came down to the ground and grabbed the child who was trying to escape back to the bed, suppressed him, kissed him, and said, "I set the alarm early, so there is no hurry."

It’s not that it’s urgent or not, the key is that it’s that I’m embarrassed to see you for the time being! Ye Chen buried his face in the silent wind’s chest to prevent eye contact.

"Sorry to look at me?" Chen Mofeng carefully pushed Ye Chen's head, forcing him to look at him, and asked knowingly, "Why?"

Ye Chen buried his face in his chest again, resolutely not looking at it: "..."

...Fuck this chest muscle is so easy to bury.

Chen Sifeng: "I'm so easy to bury my chest muscles?"

Ye Chen even burned his brain: "..."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Please let me cook!

"Baby," Chen Mofeng hugged him tighter and said resentfully, "Pick up your pants and leave...scum."

"No!" Ye Chen said righteously, "I lifted my pants and cooked! Brother, stop touching me... Don't mess with me like that anymore, my heart beats very fast... Oh, I can't stand it anymore. If you do this again, I will die suddenly!"

Chen Mo Feng was not sure about his strength and fell asleep hard, causing the child who had originally followed the advice to sleep out of his arrogant nature.

In contrast to Ye Chen, the old virgin who was ecstatic and sarcastic and shameless, rose several steps in one breath, and fell asleep with the attributes of a loyal dog. He pestered Ye Chen like a scoundrel and refused to leave.

Ten minutes later...

"Can you take a break... take a break! I said you may not believe it," Ye Chen was bullied and said nonsense, "I have these two petals on the back, called the butt."

The silent wind makes a sound.

Ye Chen: "It's not a cultural walnut!"

Silent Wind: "So what's wrong?"

Ye Chen was so angry that he was so angry that he said: "Don't take it, and the patina will be produced..."

Why didn’t Brother Chen take him away yet?!
Chapter completed!