MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 10

chapter Ten

He knows that his head is partial, and it seems that through this cold and darkness, he saw the days when the jasmine flowers were shining. At the age of seventeen, he was turned to bed by Jiang Wenxu as a birthday present. The sweet love at that time was fake. Only the pain of the first time was now linked to the unpowered struggle of the head.

What has been tired for 14 years, not to mention the fact that there is no jasmine in the book, and the fireworks, tea, salt and oil, weak body.

I don't know how long the door was opened from the inside, Jiang Wenxu chilled him: "If you don't come in, you will stand outside."

He knows that he is standing up and going to the house, and he is sad and stubborn. The most painful thing is that you have never gotten it, but you get the best. Now it's gone.

Jiang Wenxu had originally wanted to use this to smother the rest of the anger and anger. He wanted to know that the knowledge of the book was outside and he didn’t know what was bad. The breakup could be hanged. But when he saw the shirt of He Zhishu, he was stupid, and a large piece of blood fainted on it.

He Zhishu put a slightly hot water on his body, and his clothes were more slim.

"What have you been doing outside the door?" Jiang Wenxu glared at the dress and greeted him, and his look was complicated.

"The nosebleeds." He Zhishu faintly, wiped the water stains on his face.

"You don't know how to knock on the door. Can I really let you enter the house?" Jiang Wenxu threw the blood-stained clothes and closed the bathroom door and rushed to the book. The clothes are taken off and thrown in the laundry basket.

Jiang Wenxu took a kiss under the shower and kissed He Zhishu. His hand touched the chest from the side of his waist. The brow wrinkled tighter and tighter: "You don't have to take drugs, and it has become thin."

He Zhishu shook his head and said nothing, even the things that were just mentioned were not mentioned.

Jiang Wenxu didn't care. He adjusted the water flow and pressed He Zhishu on the tiles on the wall to kiss him deeply, and kneaded the sensitive side of the memory.

He Zhishu was trembled by the cold tiles, and he did not have the strength to cater to Jiang Wenxu. When looking at Jiang Wenxu's **** movements, there was always a lingering sense of nausea. Although he had not investigated it, he was not unclear about the anecdote that Jiang Wenxu had made in the past few years.

"Let's relax, I don't want to do it, it's very tired." He Zhishu turned his head and closed his eyes, tired and extremely look.

Jiang Wenxu’s movements, one hand, pinched the squat of He Zhishu, and exerted his strength: “I don’t want to be touched by me?” There was obviously some suspicion and vague ambiguity in his tone. He knows that he feels pain, and he earns two strengths without earning his strength.

"What do you think?"

For Jiang Wenxu, who has lived in the upper ranks for a long time, this is no different from provocation.

"I know." Jiang Wenxu sneaked off the shower and slammed the wrist of He Zhishu and said: "I am going to be on you today, see if you are fed at noon. There are still things for wild men."

In addition to the wrist pain, He Zhishu even suffered from the painful words of the eardrum. He was dragged all the way to the bed of the master bedroom and almost fell. He feels dizzy and very powerful.

The sheets of the water-stained halo that were not cleaned were wet, and Jiang Wenxu’s body temperature was not too high. He knew that it was cold, and he couldn’t help but just want to pick it up and chill.

Jiang Wenxu opened a lot more than a teenager, more than one meter and eighty-five, giving a full sense of oppression. In the past, He Zhishu only felt that there was a sense of security around Jiang Wenxu.

He knows that the struggle is very powerful. He does not want to be touched by the beloved in such a situation. This made him feel humiliated and panic. But Jiang Wenxu has been so overwhelmed by the anxiety and subconscious flusters of these days that he does not want to know that the person will not leave him and he will go mad.

He Zhishu was **** by a tie, and Jiang Wenxu occupied the deepest face to face. He Zhishu is not comfortable. Jiang Wenxu is young and his body is a hundred times better than him. The reality of being so horrible and not rebellious makes He Zhishu unbearable. He feels like this... rape.

Jiang Wenxu was anxious to announce the territorial sovereignty of the kisses on the neck of He Zhishu, and the first time he gnawed the tip of the milk on the side of He Zhishu. Soon after, he resumed his preparation for the second time. Jiang Wenxu turned the He Zhishu over and went in from behind. He slammed his hand on the waist of He Zhishu, with a malicious smile: "You are learning smart." I will play this set of tricks that I want to slap. It’s really more fun than always putting dead fish on the bed."

This night, the Hezhishu can't wait to die immediately. It's better to be tortured than this. The third time, Jiang Wenxu succumbed to the strength of He Zhishu, He Zhishu's body could not stand, his illness was accompanied by coagulopathy, and it was difficult to stop intermittently.