After Being Bound By The 404 System (Quick Travel)

Chapter 51

Chapter 51 The Romantic Little Widow (6)

It's not about asking, it's not about deliberately seducing, it's about being unable to control yourself.

The afterglow illuminated the face of the person in front of him in detail, including the trembling long eyelashes, the nostalgic expression, and the soft lips that tentatively approached, moist and sweet.

Zhao Rong was shocked and tightened his arms, wanting to rub the person into his body.

He opened his lips and teeth almost greedily, invaded the opponent's defenseless wall fortress, and swallowed everything.

The door he was leaning against made a slight sound, and Jian Xingsheng let him embrace him, biting his lips insatiably.

It wasn't until Zhao Xiuming's call came from outside that he suddenly came back to his senses and stopped the man from kissing his neck.

"Stop kissing."

Jian Xingsheng took a deep breath and felt a little pain in his neck. He glared at Zhao Rong complainingly, but he didn't expect how attractive he was at this time.

The corners of the eyes and the tip of the nose are red, and the lips are slightly swollen from being bitten, like rotten flowers. The white and delicate neck is covered with traces of ambiguity. The clothes are scattered, and when he is angry, his eyes wander, with a kind of Fascinating.

Zhao Rong gasped and used one hand to lift him up. Ignoring the noise outside, he took a few steps and pushed Jian Xingsheng onto the bed.

The bun is crumbling, the black hair is messy, and the face on the bed is small and beautiful. When you look up from the bottom, you can see how beautiful it is.

"I said, I'm different from other men." Zhao Rong leaned forward and brushed the hair from his cheek, breathing heavily, "You can't get rid of me easily."

Jian Xingsheng was frightened by his eyes. Some scenes of being bullied in the past came to mind, as if he felt the same way, and he couldn't help but feel a little timid.

"...It's just a kiss. You don't need to go online." Jian Xingsheng tried to sit up and said, "I don't need you to be responsible."

"I want you to be responsible for me." Zhao Rong held his shoulders and held him The person pressed down on the bed again.

His hands went down his shoulders and lifted up his clothes...

In the flash of lightning, Jian Xingsheng suddenly remembered his role in this small world, his pupils tightened, and he was about to speak, but before he could say anything, Jian Xingsheng I feel a chill in my chest.

He watched helplessly as Zhao Rong took out a ball of cotton from his chest.

"..."

Zhao Rong's expression froze, he raised his hand and squeezed it subconsciously, "Mian?"

He lowered his head and looked at Jian Xingsheng.

Jian Xingsheng smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Listen to my explanation."

"..."

Zhao Rong pulled open his shirt with a cold face, and the cotton wool inside fell out. At the same time, Jian Xingsheng's flat chest was clearly visible, even though it was covered by a layer of underwear. , and cannot hide the fact that he is a genuine man.

"Are you a brother?" Zhao Rong tried to convince himself.

He lifted Jian Xingsheng's long hair and looked at his neck. Brothers are usually born with pregnancy moles on the neck or shoulders, but after searching for a long time, he only saw his own kiss on Jian Xingsheng. red marks.