Rebirth to the Countryside [ Danmei MTL]

65: No More Conflict

Fu Zhizhuo didn't understand what Cheng Xiaoran was worrying about. 

He obviously had something to tell himself that he could feel that his impulse to talk to him today was stronger than ever before, but after struggling and entangled, he still chose silence.

Is he so untrustworthy in his heart?

Fu Zhizhuo was a little disappointed, and even more depressed, but looking at the faint fatigue and sadness between the little guy's eyebrows, it turned into a deep heartache.

At this moment he especially wanted to hold the little guy in his arms, and he did the same.

He crushed this person's lips heavily, like comfort, and more like punishment, but at the moment his lips touched, the impulse dormant in the blood was activated, and he roared, and he couldn't help but want more.

Cheng Xiaoran opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and struggling subconsciously, but Fu Zhizhuo took his arms around his waist again, confined his arms and waist together, raised his leg and pressed the knee he wanted to raise with one hand.

Covering the back of his head deepened the kiss.     

Fu Zhizhuo's strength was great.

When his physique was obviously weaker than him, and he lost the opportunity, Cheng Xiaoran couldn't make him.

He wanted to scold him, but only after opening a fiery and flexible tongue, he got in.

The territory was agitated, greedily and domineeringly.     

Cheng Xiaoran panted, but even his breath was taken away. He looked at the face of Fu Zhizhuo who was so close at hand that he could not see clearly, and for some reason he gradually gave up the struggle and obeyed.     

A man's body is naturally far less delicate than a woman's, but Cheng Xiaoran's body is thin and thin, and his waist can only be gripped.

In Fu Zhizhuo's arms, it seemed that the whole body became soft.     

Fu Zhizhuo's eyes were reddened by the irritation, and his breathing was messed up.

Suddenly he picked up Cheng Xiaoran hard and pressed it on the sofa.

He stepped back slightly, touched Cheng Xiaoran's cheek, and then held his face again.

Kiss down.

This kiss was very long.

Only the two people's breathing became heavy and messy in the office, and there was even a somewhat ambiguous sound of water.

When Fu Zhizhuo's big hand explored Xiao Ran's waist, Cheng Xiaoran finally struggled again.

Stopping the messy hand.

"Enough!" 

Fu Zhizhuo stopped, but did not get up, lying on his body, his face buried by his neck calmly.

Cheng Xiaoran was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling with some distracted eyes, and his chest undulating heavily. He felt a little funny. Before the one-year appointment came, they actually kissed him, and he was still obedient, even he think this kiss is pretty good.

What this means is like a mirror in his heart, except for that trace of distrust, he doesn't reject Fu Zhizhuo from every aspect.

He focused his attention and pushed the man on him.

"Get up and die." Fu Zhizhuo laughed low and rubbed Cheng Xiaoran's neck.

"Xiao Ran, you also have feelings for me."