Chapter 27: Friend's Wife Can't Play (11)

How is this going……
Is He Qing's brain blank? He stunned and lay beneath his lover, his kiss fell on his ear, not his hand, but raging on him, in front of... Xinyang...
The wine was completely sober.
He Qing wanted to earn Feng Xinyang's imprisonment, but the big hands that had gently brushed over his head had no pity at this moment, regardless of the pain that would cause the people below him, and the hoop tightened more and more tightly.
"Xinyang...Xinyang..." He Qing was afraid, Yan Xizhi's hand was still unfastening his buttons, the movement was slow and enjoyable, the young man endured the nausea rising from the bottom of his heart, his voice trembling to his lover Call for help: "Xinyang, don't do this...I'm afraid..."
The words "I'm scared" even brought a cry.
He expected his lover to save himself, but Feng Xinyang still buried his ambiguous pink mark on his body, his voice was frivolous and even a trace of joyful appeasement: "Don't be afraid of baby, Xi Zhi will not hurt you."
The moment he heard this, He Qing raised his eyes in confusion, and the lamp on the ceiling was so dazzling that it hurt him...
Yan Xi's residence looked down from the top, watching the expression in the youth's eyes turned grey, watching the beautiful eyes stained with despair, he raised the corner of his lips with satisfaction, and leaned slightly, trying to put on the youth's fair face Kiss and grind.
"Go away!" He Qing turned his face blank, ignoring his squeezed hands, struggling desperately, but how could he be a man or a weak doctor?
"Get away! Get away!"
No matter how hard they suppress, the young man is struggling like crazy, even if his hands and feet can't move, his body is still twisting and struggling, the undressed clothes gradually unfold with his struggle, white skin Exposed in the eyes of men.
Feng Xinyang is a bit strange, why this time the lover rebelled so fiercely, he didn't give money, but soon, his brain without discipline was automatically spontaneously explained, what kind of mood are you playing with?
Consciously wanting to understand, Feng Xinyang showed a somewhat pleasant smile, he looked up confusedly, and smiled at the embarrassed He Qing, "OK, don't earn it, this will hurt you."
He Qing didn't understand what he meant at first, until Feng Xinyang began to take off his pants.
Okay, so disgusting...
How can it be so disgusting...
He Qing's lips bitten tightly, and the smell gradually spread. His warm eyes were full of despair and pain at the moment, struggling and beating like a live fish before death. For a moment, the two men couldn't help him.
Yan Xizhi was kicked several times, and his hand swelled quickly. He was reluctant to hurt He Qing, but he couldn't start to watch the long-coveted prey in front of him. His beautiful face was anxiously dyed, and he snapped. Loudly shouted to Zhao He, who had been looking at here silently, "A He, come and help!"
He Qing stopped when he heard the word Ahe.
He remembered at this moment that there were more than Feng Xinyang and Yan Xi in this box. The young man was struggling and looked up in the direction of Zhao He with a hoarse and desperate voice, "Ahe! Ahe save me, save help me!"
"Ahe!!! Ahe!!!"
"You help me, Ahe!"
Zhao He kept holding the glass while standing still. He sat high on the seat, watching the former lover who was pressed down by a man, showing a large white skin, and saw his pair full of water. With despair and pleading in his eyes, he slowly lowered his glass, raised a corner with his lips, and leaned slightly, facing his eyes: "Why should I save you?"
With a slightly crazy smile, he looked at He Qing's eyes, full of hate, "Did you save me when I needed you most?"
The youth was stunned, from the first glimpse of reunion with Zhao He, to the three of them coming to their homes, and finally, the so-called guilt rice...
Yan Xizhi looked at the two people who were staring at each other, and there was a sense of irritability in his heart, and he got the joy of A Qing who was thinking about it. It seemed that there was no thicker. Come!"
Under He Qing's desperate vision, Zhao He slowly sat on his back, "No, I'm too dirty."
The three light words, like a sharp blade, were inserted between the white-faced youth.
He, think he is dirty...?
Yan Xizhi pouted, to say dirty, who has a few of them dirty, all together, who does not know who, he looked down again, He Qing was stunned, already ashamed, even struggling No, Feng Xinyang was still groping in the youth.
He Qing was lying on the seat of the chair, her eyes were full of tears, and Yan Xizhi looked at it, and there was a distress in his heart. He was shocked by himself, and quickly swayed away. This is not for him. Normal emotions, happily preparing to enjoy a big meal, but found that the young man's complexion is not right.
He Qing's face was pale, his pink lips were purple, and his eyes were tearful, red scary, and he shut his mouth and stared at the depths of the void.
Yan Xizhi shook his hand on the tip of the young man's nose, and really didn't breathe. A Qing he, was this that Zhao He's guy was going to suffocate himself?
This thought came out all his life, and the beautiful man's face showed a distressed look. He quickly pushed the young man: "A Qing, don't..." The hand just touched He Qing's bare arm, and the suffocated lips turned into a whole person. Shaking, coughing lightly, before waiting for Yan Xizhi to breathe out--
"vomit!"
The young man lay on his seat and vomited cleanly, and Yan Xizhi was shocked. When the young man finally calmed down, he wanted to appease, but when he encountered it, the young man vomited and couldn't vomit anything at the end. By the way, he was still gagging on his stomach.
An idea rose in Yan Xi's heart, but he was not sure, his beautiful eyebrows showed innocent confusion, "A Qing, A Qing you..."
He Qing vomited out of strength when he called his name, but still insisted to look back at him, but the eyes of Yan Xizhi were full of hate and disgust: "You are disgusting."
The pretty man froze.
Randomly, he didn't care to raise his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter, nausea is nausea, A Qing, look, who is not nausea here."
He stretched his body and pressed himself comfortably on his prey. The sound was as devilish as possible. "As long as A Qing is mine, I don't care if it's disgusting."
In the sight of He Qing's abomination, he picked up his weak body. He could even be regarded as a spoiled gentle man who put people on the sofa, and the man against the light had a delicate face, like an elf, but his mouth was evil. 'S smile, "A Qing, you don't like them, do you?"
Zhao He's hand on the armrest shook violently, his expression was blank, but his eyes looked in He Qing's direction.
"You like Xinyang, but Xinyang is willing to share you with me." As the devil whispered, Yan Xizhi slowly approached the young man's ear: "Do you like Zhao He, right? But he hates you and deceives you, this The idea, that is from A He..."
He tempted softly, "Does Aqing still like them now?"
"Since A Qing doesn't like them anymore, why don't you like me? I will love you and love you..."
Looking at the young man whose body is gradually softening, Yan Xizhi's excited body is shaking, almost, soon, A Qing will be completely his own!
He eased his vigilance and let the young man’s hand loose. Looking forward to the next moment, the person under him struggled to push him away. The young man turned and stood up to the door to escape, before he could walk up a few steps, his legs suddenly Weak, he staggered, kneeling on one soft blanket on one knee.
He Qing gasped and clearly heard his heart beating hard, his body rushing into a deep enthusiasm that did not belong to him, and there was a blur in his eyes.
"you you……"
Yan Xi, who was unkindly pushed to the ground, stood up briskly and walked to the young man a few steps. He was aggrieved and said: "A Qing, how can you push me? It hurts."
He Qingqi's chest fluctuated violently, "No, no shame!"
"Don't blame me." Yan Xizhi grinned and helped the person to the sofa again, "This is not our first time, I also want to keep a good start, so that A Qing will eat the taste. , I can't live without me..."
"Come on, good boy, I will help you undress."
He Qing's body was hot and hot, and the itch rising from the bottom of his heart made him hate his teeth but to no avail, like an immovable toy, let Yanxi's raging, seeing his clothes peeled off piece by piece He looked at Zhao He desperately, although he could not open his mouth, his eyes were full of pleading.
Save me, Ahe!
Please help me!
Please……
Zhao He looked at him and finally looked away indifferently.
He Qing couldn't move, but his tears fell down his face, and he was sucked by the beautiful man above.
At this moment, no one knows the despair and helplessness in his heart. Feeling Yan Xizhi's hand stretched down, He Qing closed his eyes, his teeth clenched tightly, and tried his best to yell, but the voice that came out was only weak. Only men can hear, "I hate you..."
Yan Xi's hand paused, and then he smiled again, "A Qing, you are only me, we will be together."
【Ding, Yanxi's favor: 92.】
【One pillow yellow beam. 】
Yan Xizhi smoothed off the youth’s pants, looking at the white and powerful legs, but couldn’t help but stretch out his hand to touch, but the door of the box opened, and Yan Xi instantly picked up the clothes beside him to cover the youth Nearly naked, he looked out the door with anger, interrupted by good things, but saw a chilling Ning Feng looking coldly.
Yan Xi's face twitched unnaturally for a moment, "Ning Feng, why are you here?"
The indifferent man didn't seem to see the young man who was suppressed by him, just glanced at Feng Xinyang, who was lying on the table and no one took care of it: "Xinyang called me to come."
"He asked me to take care of his boyfriend temporarily."
The desperate young man's eyes showed hopeful light. He tried hard to look at Ning Feng, but he could only see the man's straight and long legs. The medicine intention had drowned him completely. He Qing couldn't hear what a few people said. But in the end, in Yan Xi's unwilling sight, he was picked up by the clothing worn by the cold man and left the box like a nightmare.
Ning Feng hugged the young man around his waist. His clothes were covered with smooth skin. He touched this addictive feel. The deep pain in his heart never slowed down without a minute and a second, but in the end, Attributed to calm.
The man's face remained untouched, but the dark brown eyes gradually settled. The skin covered by the youth's clothes was slowly tightened by his slender and powerful hands, as if he had found the only redemption.
He got into the car and said, as usual, "Go home."
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He Qing: Oh, I bought a piece of Huangliang again and again. The garbage system will definitely not refund the money!
The Shura Field officially started, and Ning Feng was attacking and joining the battlefield.