The neck is tilted back to reveal the beautiful curve, the Adam's apple becomes more prominent, and it rolls gently, sacrificing the most vulnerable part to the sharpest teeth.
You Shulang could endure it. If it wasn't really unbearable, he would never say a word.
"Fan Xiao," he tightened his thigh muscles and curled his toes, "That's enough, that's enough."
The deep voice aroused the feelings, becoming more and more sexy. Fan Xiao carried out the evil to the end, not only did he not stop, but it became deeper and heavier.
"Teacher You, you taught me all this. Am I doing it right?" He held You Shulang's waist and dragged the man who was constantly moving upwards back, and hit him hard again. "Teacher, please give me a score. How many points can I give?"
"Cigarettes." You Shulang was like a dying fish on the shore, desperately wanting a handful of clean water to survive. "I want rouge."
Fan Xiao held the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and put it into his mouth. You Shulang took a deep breath, and eased the numbness in his body.
"0 points." He placed the cigarette between his slender fingers on the edge of the bed, his voice hoarse and low, "Love is about enjoying each other, not one party conquering and the other party on the verge of collapse."
"On the verge of collapse? That means you haven't collapsed yet?" Fan Xiao leaned over to kiss the man, and whispered slowly against his lips, "You Shulang, you must be very beautiful when you collapse."
Before the fierce look in his eyes faded, You Shulang was dragged into the turbulent waves again. The sound in his throat could no longer be suppressed, and his body was shaking like a spasm. He could hardly hold the cigarette between his fingers, and the ashes fell down, gradually losing their temperature.
You Shulang's eyes were forced to reveal a shimmering color, an agitated yet forbearing expression that made people want to abuse him even more.
Fan Xiao no longer cared about the techniques taught by Teacher You, and relied entirely on his mind and brute force. The heavy breathing sounds intertwined, and the heavy blows had already distracted You Shulang's attention, gradually shattering his rationality, and completely releasing his long-restrained desire.
"Hand." An unbearable sound.
"Hmm?" Fan Xiao distracted himself and looked at the hand holding the cigarette.
You Shulang slowly covered the man's big hand that was supporting his side, pulled it up, clasped it, and interlocked it; as if it was not enough, he pulled it to the lips and slowly kissed it, gently biting and kissing along the protruding meridians until reaching the fingertips.
He raised his eyes and looked directly at Fan Xiao. Those eyes were no longer as clear and sharp as usual, but were covered with a layer of mist, and hidden under the wet eyelashes was a deeper color than ever before.
As they looked at each other, You Shulang slowly parted his lips and put one of Fan Xiao's rough fingers into his mouth!
Fan Xiao had never been tempted like this before, wrapped in wetness and softness, he felt his body exploding, his blood instantly boiling, and he clamored to attack frantically!
Fingers suddenly went to the deep of his throat, and Fan Xiao leaned over and whispered: "It's not that I don't want to respect teachers, but you, the teacher, took the initiative to recruit me. You Shulang, do you know? You are born to lie under a man, no one is more S than you."
Throwing aside reason and losing control, Fan Xiao leaned down and pressed down, like a beast hunting, showing his fangs, breaking the flesh, and setting off another bloody storm...
The sun persevered and filtered through the tightly closed curtains, making the tiny dust particles floating in the air look vivid.
An exercise that started after breakfast finally ended just before lunch.
The smell of hormones floated in the air, and the overlapping bodies had not yet separated. You Shulang lay in Fan Xiao's arms, with a layer of warm light covering his fair skin, the light mist in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and the water marks on his crow feathers had not yet dried, like a gorgeous and precious porcelain, with an innate loneliness and fragility.
Fan Xiao held his arms tightly and put the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth.
"Change the curtains. This one lets in light."
You Shulang's consciousness finally returned, and he thought of the three-layer sunshades in Fan Xiao's house.
Tilting his head and blowing out the smoke, he asked, "Don't you like the sun?"
His voice was so hoarse that Fan Xiao thought of the wetness and softness just now. He rubbed his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed You Shulang's Adam's apple, then said, "I don't like it."
The emotion on that handsome face with clear contours slowly faded, the corners of his lips were pressed down, and the lines were stiff and heavy: "During the tsunami, my mother sank into the water, and I ran out of matches. There was only darkness around me, no light at all. In the darkness, I couldn't see anything, but I could still deceive myself into thinking that my mother was still with me. She just held her breath in the water for a little longer, and she didn't die."
"But..." Fan Xiao bit the cigarette between his teeth in a hurry, "But six hours later, the sea water gradually receded, the wooden door was pushed open, and the particularly dazzling sunlight shone in. I saw my mother's pale and deformed face sinking in the water."
You Shulang turned around and hugged Fan Xiao, giving him a gentle kiss on the temple.
"You Shulang, there's nothing wrong with darkness. It can hide a lot of cruelty, and it can also protect a weak me."
You Shulang took the cigarette from Fan Xiao's mouth, put it out, and then pressed his face into his shoulder.
"Change it. How about adding ten layers of blackout cloth? No matter in the dark or in the sun, I'll be with you wherever you are." With a faint smile, he reached down and said, "Wasn't it very hard just now? It has nothing to do with softness or weakness."
You Shulang rarely made such jokes, so Fan Xiao naturally knew his good intentions. His heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, and like it was entangled in stringy honey. His shattered soul seemed to have been picked up in pieces, patched together, and the first corner was revealed.
"I want to be inside you," Fan Xiao looked serious and vulnerable, "I feel more at ease inside you than in the dark."
You Shulang was stunned for a moment, then he said in shame and anger: "Fan Xiao, I have indulged you too much. From tomorrow on, when your upper mouth and the lower thing have learned their lesson, you can get on my bed again."
The haze dissipated, and Fan Xiao embraced You Shulang and said, "Buddha, my body and soul are all prostrated at your feet, so naturally whatever you say is what it is, and I will behave however you ask me to."
You Shulang didn't want to talk to him any more, so he put on his pajamas and got up to take a shower. His movements were not very agile, and his waist was a little sore from tossing and turning. Fan Xiao got up to rub his waist, and followed him closely, which also allowed him to take advantage.
As they were arguing, they suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by the sound of someone pushing the door open.
After a rustling sound, the sound of footsteps could be clearly heard.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and a clear voice came through the door: "Uncle You... Shulang, are you home?"
You Shulang suddenly looked back at Fan Xiao and saw a cold gaze!