Hong Shang was so regretful that his intestines were green at the moment. What evil had he done? Why did he fall in love with Leng Qu, a straight man, a novice who had never been on the road before? This was not asking for trouble...
Before Hong Shang could finish his self-repentance, he started to twitch violently after feeling that Leng Qu was completely attacking the base camp.
The corners of Hong Shang's eyes were wet with pain. He grabbed Leng Qu's arms with both hands and screamed: "Wait... stop... ah... damn, it will really kill people... damn cold
Qu, stop...did you hear that? It hurts!"
Hong Shang shouted until his voice became hoarse, but Leng Qu continued his actions self-consciously.
The wet blood from the completely torn gap made Leng Qu's movements even more convenient. Leng Qu's convenience was Hong Shang's torture. He was dizzy and turned around in pain. The unknown fear, the fear that his whole body would be torn apart.
It's so cracked that I can't get out of bed tomorrow.
Struggling under Leng Qu's suppression, he wanted to leave...
But how could Leng Qu, who was so strong, let go of Hong Shang? The force on his waist was even more fierce, and the heat sucked him tightly, and the ultimate happiness went straight to the center of his brain.
I can't wait to integrate myself into the other person's flesh and blood.
With his eyes closed, he indulged his body like a beast, moving freely in the comfortable tightness.
Hong Shang's voice was completely hoarse from shouting, and every time he shouted, there was a cry.
Leng Qu, who was completely irrational, completely ignored the hoarse voice and was intoxicated in his own world. He simply regarded Hong Shang under his body as an inflatable doll, as if he had no feeling.
By the end of the pain, it was already numb. This was the first time that Hong Shang did not taste any so-called happiness in the sport that was supposed to be infinite joy. Instead, it was unbearable pain that could not be described in words.
It was all kinds of cruel, and I no longer knew how much I was torn apart. All I knew was that wet and sticky blood kept pouring out.
I wanted to scold Leng Qu, but when the words came to my mouth, on the one hand, I pressed against others, and on the other hand, my throat was hoarse, so I couldn't curse Leng Qu. Moreover, I scolded Leng Qu, the person who caused this tragic situation.
, shouldn’t it be more worthy of scolding...
No longer struggling, the supple Ren Lengqu vented his energy like a victorious champion. His endless physical strength stretched indefinitely.
Hong Shang's body was trembling violently. Under the intense movement of the two people, the sheets on the big bed were pressed into folds, leaving ambiguous marks.
I don’t know how long it took, but Leng Qu finally felt so good that he heard a rough roar. Leng Qu lay on Hong Shang’s body, trembling non-stop, and finally all of it was left in Hong Shang’s blood-stained body.
And his whole body was pressed against Hong Shang like he was exhausted, enjoying the ecstasy of joy rolling wildly in every blood vessel.
His mind went blank. After Leng Qu finished venting his anger, he heard the sound of even breathing coming from Hong Shang's body.
And Hong Shang lay there half-dead, even breathing felt painful, and the weak stuff slowly slipped out from the scarred folds.
White water and red blood were brought out, and the white was mixed with red, spreading on the sheets.
Hong Shang wanted to move to straighten himself out, but the tearing pain made even the thought of moving a luxury.
Just lying on the big bed like a dead fish, watching Leng Qu sleeping soundly next to him, half pressed on top of him, he had finished enjoying himself, and was in the midst of the ultimate love affair with Zhou Gong.
Hong Shang stared at the ceiling speechlessly. The room was dark with no lights on, the night was hazy, pain and throat tearing, exhaustion of strength, and physical fatigue swept over him.
He stretched out his hands, hugged Leng Qu's waist, and put his head close to Leng Qu's neck. His breath was full of Leng Qu's smell, which was the smell that he was obsessed with.
The pain seems to have decreased a bit.
It just hurts, and it will be fine in a few days. In the future, he will definitely let him make up for himself...
But today, it seemed that he had obtained something extraordinary. After so many years, he finally got the little Qu Qu he had dreamed of.
Although the process of obtaining this was too tragic, too bloody, and too various, it was not something that anyone could survive...
But all in all, all in all, he finally got it...
He raised the corners of his lips somewhat self-deprecatingly, mocking himself for his thoughts of comforting Ah Q, and his mind slowly drifted away, falling into the fragrance of dreams.
On the big bed, the two people's bodies were still entangled together, as if they were submerged in the dark blue big bed.
In the bedroom, there was a mixture of the smell of passion and the obvious smell of blood. Mixed with the smell of passion, it was unusually ambiguous.
The two of them fell into a deep sleep due to fatigue, until the sky turned white and the sun shone high above their heads.
The curtains were not drawn, and the sun shone warmly inside. As the sun rose, the two people on the bed were still asleep. Neither of them moved, and they fell into a deep sleep.
It wasn't until around three o'clock in the afternoon that there was finally some movement from the big bed.
Leng Qu closed his eyes, frowned, raised his big hand, and rubbed his temples that were in severe pain.
I seemed to have drank too much last night, and now my headache feels like it's going to explode. This hangover feeling is really uncomfortable.
The action of rubbing his head suddenly stopped when a picture flashed in his mind. Before opening his eyes, there seemed to be someone in his arms. Last night, he vaguely seemed to see Ran Ran...
Could it be that he was drunk and caused something to happen to Fool...
Leng Qu was startled by the thoughts that flashed through his mind, and he immediately opened his eyes almost in horror.
If the thought of involuntarily doing something to the fool was scary enough, it was not as scary as the moment Leng Qu saw the person in his arms...
Who can tell him how it could be Hong Shang...
How could there be Hongshang in his arms...
Could it be that the person I saw last night was not Ran Ran, but...
With a gloomy mood, Leng Qu's face slowly changed from the shock just now to a cold and sinister one. His brain was completely awake, and he could feel the nakedness on his body and the ambiguous love floating in the air.
breath……
Shuishui writes so slowly, I'm so sweaty, I'm sorry for kissing you all, although it's slow, Shuishui will definitely write it to 10,000 words. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Shuishui will try to speed up the writing.