I know I was wrong

Yan Shirong and Xue Cuo had a bad bed relationship.

Cough, it was his unilateral discord.

On the day of Qixi Festival, he thought that the misunderstanding between the two of them would be eliminated, and the two jars of balm that Huichun left with him before he left would come in handy.

He happily dragged Xue Cuo back to the room, took out two cans of balm and put them beside the pillow, gave Xue Cuo a suggestive look, and then began to undress.

Xue Cuo grabbed his hand, "The stars outside are just right, why don't we go to the yard to admire them?"

Before Yan Shirong could answer, he saw Xue Cuo holding a thin quilt with one hand and pulling him to the backyard with the other.

Yan Shirong's eyes widened, and he felt that Xue Cuo was better in terms of taste.He immediately felt embarrassed, and followed Xue Cuo, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.He twisted his clothes and asked in a low voice, "What should I do if someone sees me?"

Xue Cuo looked at him strangely: "So what if I see it?"

Yan Shirong covered her mouth and let out an exclamation, with anger on her face, she gently pushed Xue Cuo.

Then he thought about it, no matter in the courtyard or in the room, it is always serious to have a moment with Xue Cuochun.He has been drought for so long due to flower poison, it should be a storm.I saw him laying down on the recliner in three steps and two steps with the balm in his hands, his legs were spread wide open, and his toes lightly touched the ground.

He secretly made up his mind that no matter what Xue Cuo did, he would not resist.

Xue Cuo laughed lightly, stretched his legs to push his legs together, covered the thin quilt, and lay down on the recliner beside him side by side.

Yan Shirong was both nervous and excited, turned his face slightly, and looked at Xue Cuo from the corner of his eye.

The galaxy shines.

Xue Cuo took his hand and looked at the starry sky intently.

Ye Hao, Ye Hao.

It's a beautiful day, and it's not in a hurry to get things done.

Yan Shirong followed him to watch, let's see how long he can see, it won't be overnight.

——He underestimated Xue Cuo.

That's right, on this good night, Xue Cuo did cover a thin quilt with him, and watched the stars in the courtyard all night.

……

If he hadn't experienced Xue Cuo on the night of Qixi Festival last year, he would have thought that Xue Cuo had some unspeakable secrets.

When he woke up, the sky was vomiting white, Xue Cuo had carried him to the couch in the house, his clothes were intact, and there was a jar of balm in his hand.

Yan Shirong got up suddenly, with an expression of disbelief.

Seeing that he was awake, Xue Cuo smiled, fetched water to wash his face, and didn't mention anything about last night.

Yan Shirong washed his face with his hands, his face was covered with dew, and his face was in disbelief.

After all, Xue Cuo is Xue Cuo, who can endure what others cannot bear.

Well, let's see which of us can bear it more.

In the next few days, Yan Shirong seemed to be competing with Xue Cuo, and he didn't talk about the Qixi Festival, and the number of times the two talked was also very small.

The days are not very different from the previous ones, if there is anything, it is that Yan Shirong's clothes are wearing less and less, and she is taking them off more and more neatly.

It was night, when Xue Cuo came back from outside, he saw Yan Shirong enjoying the moon in the courtyard with only obscene clothes on, his brows could not help but he frowned, and he hugged him: "Why are you watching the moon here?"

Yan Shirong leaned over and looked at him with squinted eyes, as if trying to identify who was coming.After a while, his misty eyes blinked lightly, calling him: "Brother Cangyu."

When Xue Cuo approached and smelled it, there was a strong smell of alcohol on his clothes, and his brows frowned even deeper: "Why are you drinking?"

Yan Shirong didn't answer, and held the wine jar in front of Xue Cuo: "You drink."

Xue Cuo pushed aside the wine jar, only to feel that he was too busy with other things these days and neglected him, and felt guilty: "If you think Beidi is really boring, then we can go somewhere else."

Upon hearing this, Yan Shirong became happy: "Where are you going?"

Xue Cuo took his hand and seriously planned with him: "In July and August, let's stay in Fenghua City to cool off, and in September, we will go all the way south. Didn't you always want to go to Qingxun Island? Winter there."

Yan Shirong was so happy that he almost jumped up, realizing that he was still acting as a drunk man at the moment, so he immediately softened his game, and fell straight into Xue Cuo's arms.

Xue Cuo supported his back and shook his head: "How much wine have you drunk?"

Yan Shirong didn't answer, he unbuttoned his clothes secretly, hooked Xue Cuo's shoulders with both hands, closed his eyes and rubbed against Xue Cuo's body.

Xue Cuo was so hooked by him that his breath was unsteady, and when he was about to push him away, he saw his lips pressed against his.

When Xue Cuo left his lips, he found that there was not a drop of wine in his mouth, so he couldn't help but smiled, and he didn't know how much wine he poured on himself.

Tonight's Ayu is extraordinarily cute, flirtatious, seductive, even pretending to be drunk.

He took off Yan Shirong's coat, Yan Shirong seemed to have his eyes closed, but in fact he was staring at Xue Cuo's movements with half-closed eyes.

The obscene clothes were untied on the ground by Xue Cuo, Yan Shirong was secretly happy.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, at the third quarter of Haishi, it is an auspicious time for getting married, setting up a bed, and asking for an heir.

The candlelight made his cheeks blush, and the cinnabar on his forehead was ostentatious, just like its owner.

Yan Shirong closed his eyes gently, and heard Xue Cuo's deep voice: "Raise your hand."

Raise your hand?

What is the gesture of raising your hand?

Don't you lift your feet?

He has studied "Hou Han Shu" thoroughly, and he has never seen anyone who raised his hand first.

After all, it is to practice and perfect true knowledge, he thought, after today, he will personally repair the "Hou Han Shu" for future reference.

Thinking about it, he raised his hand with great joy.

The expected affectionate touch did not come as promised, his hands clenched, the fabric rubbed, Xue Cuo put on a new obscene garment for him.

Yan Shirong: "..."

Xue Cuo blew out the candle and extinguished the whole room: "Sleep."

Yan Shirong: "..."

"You mean you still throw yourself into Xue Cuo's arms like that and still ignore you?" Zhuo Ling suppressed a smile, secretly thinking that Xue Cuo is really a ruthless person.

"Isn't it!" Yan Shirong's mouth was raised high, "You have seen a lot, so come up with a trick for me."

The well-informed Zhuo Ling glanced at him, but said nothing.Last time she leaked Xue Cuo's little thoughts, which almost messed up Xue Cuo's plans for the whole July, this time she absolutely dare not interfere again.

But she couldn't stand Yan Shirong's torment, so she said: "You just have to be patient. Drink some chrysanthemum tea on weekdays to get rid of anger and replenish your body. Wait until the end of the month... the end of the month will be fine."

Yan Shirong rolled his eyes and was greatly inspired, so he went to the kitchen.

It's just that going to the kitchen is not to ask for chrysanthemum tea, but to pester the cook to make something to nourish the kidney and nourish the essence.

The next day, Xue Cuo saw the table full of deer penis, lamb liver, pork loin, and donkey meat, and took a deep look at Yan Shirong.

Yan Shirong smiled and blinked, "Hurry up and eat."

Xue Cuo added a chopstick to him: "You eat."

Yan Shirong put it back into his bowl: "You should eat it."

The two of them bumped their chopsticks against each other, pushing back and forth. In the end, neither of them ate any meat. Just a bowl of deer antler rubber porridge was enough to make their scalps feel numb and sweaty.

Yan Shirong went to take a nap, and Xue Cuo took advantage of the time to go out.Zhuo Ling smiled lightly: "It's hard for you."

Xue Cuo's cheeks turned red suspiciously, and he coughed lightly: "I hope my sister will keep it a secret."

"It's natural. After eating your wedding wine at the end of the month, it's time for me to go back to Beijing." Thinking of Yan Shirong's painstaking study of food supplements every day, Zhuo Ling couldn't help but said, "It's just that Liu'er will have to stop for a few days. "

Xue Cuo thought of Yan Shirong trying his best to seduce him every night, his heart was like a piece of rice paper soaked in water, dyed with water patterns.

"I just wish he could be presumptuous all his life and never stop."

Zhuo Ling covered her lips and smiled, and went to listen to the play.

Yan Shirong hadn't been able to rest for the past few days, he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

——I went to the doctor in a hurry, and there was nothing wrong with it.The doctor he voted for was a miracle doctor of rejuvenation.

After trying to seduce him for a few days, seeing that Xue Cuo was still unmoved, he panicked, and even more believed that Xue Cuo had a hidden disease, and looked at him every day with more pity.

After thinking about it, could it be that Xue Cuo was tortured in Wusheng Prison?

Bah bah bah!Whether Xue Cuo has it, can he still not know?

Yan Shirong scratched his ears and cheeks, but couldn't think of any way to help Xue Cuo, so he wrote a book and disturbed the rejuvenating doctor who traveled all over the world.

If it is an ordinary headache, Huichun may feel that the grade is too low and dismiss it.In his letter, Yan Shirong tried his best to exaggerate Xue Cuo's debilitating illness, which made those who heard it sad, and those who saw him shed tears.

Released the little white pigeon with his own hands, Yan Shirong's heart fell to the ground, and he even walked briskly.

Now Xue Cuo was saved.

He was also saved.

However, man is not as good as God, the pigeon was timid and short-sighted, and when it encountered rolling thunder, it was so frightened that it forgot its way, went around and flew back to the yard.

On the night of July [-], Xue Cuo intercepted the pigeon.

He stretched out the letter with pigeon legs, and his face was very ugly.

Late bloomer?

Often endure intercourse?

Xue Cuo took a deep breath, gripped the letter paper tightly, crumpled it and threw it into the torrential rain.

The thunder is rolling, and the purple electricity is loud.

Yan Shirong should come out and be beaten.

As soon as he entered the back room, Yan Shirong surrounded him courteously, touched his hand and said, "Don't worry, everything is up to me."

Xue Cuo: "..."

Yan Shirong patted the back of his hand twice, rubbed his palm lightly itchy, and comforted him: "Whether you can do anything or not, I will always be with you."

Xue Cuo: "..."

Yan Shirong got closer: "What's your face? Don't feel inferior, if you can't, I can hit you with a stick. Don't worry, if you call me Husband, I will never let you down in this life—" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before he finished speaking, he was subdued by Xue Cuo to the bed. Xue Cuo grabbed one of his arms and pressed his chest to the soft couch.

At this moment, Yan Shirong felt sorry for Xue Cuo even more, and said with relief: "Cangyu, why should we divide each other, whoever gets on is not going to get on, and you don't—"

Xue couldn't bear Yan Shirong's gibberish anymore, so he patted his head.

Through the layered fabrics, you can still feel the tightness under your palms, but Yan Shirong who was underneath cried out: "How can you hit me!"

"You are talking nonsense, you should hit me."

Yan Shirong knew that he had hurt his self-esteem, but it was embarrassing for him to be pressed and spanked, so he screamed indiscriminately.

It's okay if you don't call, but the more you call, the worse it is, the more this is the case, Xue Cuo hits harder.

At the end of the call, he begged for forgiveness with Xue Cuo, but it was too late——

"Late bloomer? Often tolerate intercourse? Just take a good look at me—"

"Huh!"

"Are you sure you're wrong!"

"I knew I was wrong! I knew I was wrong! Just forgive me because I was young and ignorant! Brother Cangyu!"

"late."

At this time Xue Cuo was sitting by the bed, pressing his shoulders with one hand, and pulling away his trousers with the other.

A few red marks appeared on Yan Shirong's buttocks which should have been as clean as jade, Xue Cuo flicked them away, he flinched and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing Yan Shirong raised his leg and was about to struggle twice, he could see the pink and tender back acupoints at a glance.Xue Cuo let out a deep breath, and pressed his body even lower, his chest was pressed into the quilt, the whining sound became muffled and softer, and it turned into a humming sound when it was pressed against the fabric.

Yan Shirong's mind was spinning quickly, and he was amazed when he saw Xue Cuo unbutton his pants, and seeing Xue Cuo's gloomy and patient expression, he felt that he might not be very kind tonight.

It's just that he can't speak his mind, and he actually questioned Xue Cuo's ability. Judging by this reaction, Xue Cuo must have seen the letter he sent to Huichun.

He tilted his head and took a deep breath, like a fish out of water, trying to jump up, but sinking heavily.

"You! How could you peek at my letter!"

Xue Cuo smiled, "It was the pigeon that insisted on bumping into me—if I didn't look at it, I wouldn't know that you looked at me like this."

Yan Shirong knew he was wrong, so he closed his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xue Cuo patted his plump and reddish buttocks lightly and softly. Yan Shirong's body froze, and he immediately screamed: "Xue Cuo! Xue Cuo! How can you hit me?" I!"

Xue Cuo didn't answer, and took another few shots.

Every time he patted, he would gently touch it with his warm palm, so repeatedly, Yan Shirong was so excited that he couldn't help rubbing his body on the bed.

Xue Cuo understood his movements with a glance, and he was unwilling to let him do what he wanted, so he passed his hand under his chest, picked him up, and sat in front of him.

After Yan Shirong sat up, he stopped, his palms trembling slightly, and wanted to go down, but Xue Cuo grabbed him.

Xue Cuo is familiar with every little movement of his, and before he speaks, he can tell that he is thirsty by licking his lips, hungry if he is hungry by smacking his lips, sleepy if he squints his eyes, and wants to relieve himself when he shudders and stretches out his hand. untie.

Xue Zuo didn't allow it.

He grasped Yan Shirong's words, and Yan Shirong shivered.

After coming to northern Xinjiang, Yan Shirong didn't care about his body very much. Seeing Xue Cuo's injury healed, he always flirted with openly seductive and secretive looks, and then ran away after flirting with Huichun's doctor's orders.After soaking in the medicine pond, he was even more lawless, and he was always on the verge of being beaten, testing every day. When Xue Cuo took a step back, he wanted to make an inch of it. He insisted on provoking little Xue Cuo to stand up, and then he greeted people every morning. .

Xue Cuo looked at him with dark eyes every day, and only hoped that the one-month period would soon pass, and teaching him a lesson would be better than suffering two cold showers every day.

I wanted to endure it for another day, but today Yan Shirong spread his wings on the verge of being beaten, and even talked about sex with outsiders.

Every time Xue Cuo thought that he had soaked in Jianchun Street in the capital for many years and was well-informed, he would get angry and would raise his hand to take a picture, but he would feel his hand tremble.

——Little Wang Yefu was pinched by him, his emotions were unbearable, and he actually vented...

Xue Cuo: "..."

Yan Shirong: "..."

Who would have thought that the little prince who was still writing letters to the genius doctor Huichun in the afternoon, slandering Xue Cuo for being incapable of human affairs, would actually bleed out tonight when Xue Cuo pinched him.

The scene was awkward for a while.

Not a little, but extremely embarrassing.

Xue Cuo's hands were wet, and Yan Shirong's eyes narrowed due to the tide of emotion gradually opened, his cheeks flushed, and he stared blankly at Xue Cuo's hands, with aggrieved sadness in his eyes.I saw him exhale two breaths quickly, and then wept aloud.

Yan Shirong had never done such a shameful thing since he was a child, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand fiercely, and was about to get up, but was pulled back into his arms by Xue Cuo.

"How could you..."

Yan Shirong took a deep breath, only hating herself for not living up to expectations.

Xue Cuo wrapped him in his arms, put his chest against his back, gently rubbed his chin against his ears and chin, and coaxed: "Ayu don't cry, Ayu don't cry, it's okay, be good."

Yan Shirong gave him a few elbows but couldn't get rid of him, she was so angry that she writhed in his arms, it really didn't hurt her back to stand and talk.

If you are not in charge of the family, you will not know the cost of firewood, and if you are not premature ejaculation, you will not know how difficult it is to be strong.He had said brazenly that he would go to Xue Cuo before, but now it seems that he interrupted.Right now, he was being pressed against the heat of his rear buttocks, and he was trembling, but he didn't dare to move anymore.

Seeing that he finally calmed down, Xue Cuo stretched out his head from one side and gently kissed his eyes, blinked his long eyelashes a few times, and finally closed them slowly.The kisses were dense, following the tears, all the way to the corner of his mouth, licking his soft lips.Yan Shirong's eyes widened and he was about to open his lips when Xue Cuo chuckled and kissed his Adam's apple.

Yan Shirong: "!!!"

Xue Cuo said: "It smells so good."

Yan Shirong felt that Xue Cuo might kill him.

Xue Cuo kissed all the way down, kneading the two points on his chest, never favoring one another, and kissing one by one.Although the two points are not naturally sensitive and affectionate like a woman, they are trembling at this moment, standing on the snow-white chest like a bright red berry, stained with saliva, and appear extremely bright.

Yan Shirong's hand unconsciously grabbed the corner of the quilt, and he couldn't help being surprised when he saw that Xue Cuo was about to go down.

He said hoarsely: "Get up... get up..."

But Xue Cuo ignored him, bowed his head down, held the slightly raised head with one hand and sucked it gently, and with the other hand was covered with ointment at some point, he stuffed his finger into his backyard.

Yan Shirong tightened rapidly, but could not help but relax slowly because of Xue Cuo's gentle licking, mucus appeared from the front end, and the back gradually became slippery.His mind was blank, and he let Xue Cuo put it in with his fingers, cooking him like a frog in warm water.

Yes, it is boiled frogs in warm water.

At this time, his body seemed to have been soaked in warm water, even his shoulders were pink, and it became redder as he went up, his eyes were blurred, his breathing was short, he swallowed a few times impatiently, and couldn't stop crying: " Xue Cuo... Xue Cuo..."

At this time, Yan Shirong's peach blossom eyes were raised, her brows were full of spring, her lips were parted and her red tongue was slightly stretched out, but she didn't know that Xue Cuo's eyes were like an aphrodisiac.

Xue Cuo just loves the way he calls his name in a panic, and the finger moves in and out slightly, and he feels that he is being pushed away, but it is also attracting him.

This night was too quiet, so quiet that even the sound of tutting was like thunder, Yan Shirong's face was red and his heart was beating.After a while, Xue Cuo let go of him, and withdrew his fingers.

Yan Shirong groaned in a low voice, with an impatient expression on her face, she unconsciously bit her lower lip.

Xue Cuo was disturbed by the hum, straightened up, hugged him on his lap again, wrapped his arms around his waist, and asked, "Don't you know what to call it?"

"Brother Cangyu—"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Cuo supported his hip and pushed him down, and Xue Cuo said in his ear: "I heard that Ayu is going to fuck me, huh?"

Yan Shirong shook his head again and again in fright, the thing threatened him from bottom to top, he suspected that he was going to be penetrated, so he took out the trick he used to flatter, and said intermittently: "No...not..."

However, Xue Cuo didn't give him a good time, he raised his hip suddenly, and ignored many obstacles, and gave him a slap: "No?"

Yan Shirong nodded desperately: "I'm going! Go!"

Unexpectedly, Xue Cuo didn't move, the warm breath flowed in Yan Shirong's ears, and Yan Shirong's round and pink earlobes were dyed light red, Xue Cuo pinched his milky white waist and said: "Then You go."

In this situation, Yan Shirong dared not move.

dare not move.

"You don't move...I'm about to move."

Yan Shirong only hoped for relief, his body was like duckweed, helpless, so he pointed at Xue Cuo to move.

Xue Cuo laughed, and moved up several times, each time getting deeper.

Yan Shirong screamed in fright, suspecting that Xue Cuo would fuck him through.

It's okay if he doesn't scream, the more he screams, the stronger Xue Cuo is, lifting his hips, pinching his waist, kissing his trembling moans.

Yan Shirong screamed hoarsely, crying and shouting, gasping for breath, the back acupuncture points tightened and tightened.However, Xue Cuo became more and more energetic, and Dang even began to play with it openly and closed.

……

For a long time, Yan Shirong and Xue Cuo lay on the couch facing each other sincerely.

The little prince could no longer spit out semen, he could only spit out thin water, Xue Cuo had no choice but to let him go.

"Ayu, I want to marry you."

"Success..."

At night, Xue Cuo stroked Yan Shirong's cheek, leaned down and kissed: "Then we will do it tomorrow."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little girl, wifi, and Mumu's fat house water in the second year of junior high school, for being kind!

Thanks to Super Fierce and Ah Shu's Lei, bow!

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