An Ziran and Fu Wutian returned to the room.

Xia Lan and Dong Lan followed by a pot of hot water, and Qiulan and Chunlan were left by the Anzi to take care of the little buns, so they served as the two sisters.

The two are real sisters. They are also waiting for Liu Meixiang for some years. Unlike other ankle rings, they don’t confuse their tongues, and they are very responsible.

The last time I went to Junzi City, An Ziran left them in the home to let them help Suzi.

After putting down the hot water, Xia Ban and Dong Lan left the towel on the side and left the room.

An Ziran first washed his face, then washed his hands, and finally wiped it with Fu Tiantian's towel. When Fu Wutian put the schedule on, he immediately saw his towel becoming crumpled. He sat at the table. A teenager who is calmly drinking a mouthful of water looks at the past.

An Ziran pretended not to notice his sight.

Fu Wutian mouth screamed, he took the towel that An Ziran washed his face, wiped his face with the water he used, and finally wiped his hand with his own towel.

The whole process is exactly the same, and the position that is almost even placed is not bad.

Just behind the scene, An Ziran’s mouth finally couldn’t help but take a moment to calm down. His position and Fu Wutian were still tempered.

Fu Wutian, who is slow in motion, puts out the fire outside.

An Ziran untied his belt and took off his robe on the hanger until he had only a white coat and trousers on his body, went to bed, wrapped himself in the quilt, leaving only a pair of black pearl-like eyes. It was exposed to the outside, and there was a mellow glow in the dark.

Fu Wutian bent his lips and took off his clothes and went to bed.

Fu Wutian grew very tall and strong. When he went to bed, the original wide bed suddenly became narrow. As he approached, An Ziran saw a very strong and powerful body hidden under a thin layer of cloth. Very masculine.

At this point, this masculine smell is over his head.

"Wang Hao, are you not hot?" Fu Wutian asked.

Because of the light, An Ziran couldn’t see his expression. The flat plate replied: "Not hot."

The quilt is thin, and there is a hint of coolness in the late spring.

Fu Wutian lay down on his side, but he did not immediately fall asleep, but an arm held his head and looked at him like this, his eyes burning.

An Ziran is a person who said that he did. He promised that Fu Wutian would not go back to him to sleep, he would not destroy the promise, so even though he felt that this was a test of his nerves, he did not face him. However, Fu Wutian not only burned his eyes, but his body almost enveloped him, and the pressure was not small.

"You don't sleep?" asked An Ziran.

"When you look at Wang Hao's sleep, the king is satisfied."

In the darkness, Fu Tiantian is extremely embarrassing.

"Then don't sleep." An Ziran tried to control his mouth and didn't twitch. He couldn't help but want to turn over and face him, but he thought of the promise he made not long ago, and he endured it hard. , thinking of this, he simply covered his face with a quilt.

At this time, the quilt was suddenly opened.

A strong and warm body squeezed in, and a cold air ran in. Anzi frowned and couldn't help but glance at him.

"You can sleep a little."

This is not an inquiry, but Fu Wutian turned his pillow over. When An Ziran did not respond, the long arm stretched him into his arms and his head hit his chest. He seemed to hear '咚' With a bang, the whole person was infiltrated into his arms.

An Ziran hurriedly held up his arms and blocked them between the two.

But he defended it but couldn't prevent it. The lower body of the two was hidden in the quilt, and Anzi could feel the heat from his body and the strong and slender thigh. Strength, as long as his legs move gently, as if the skin is rubbing, a strange feeling like an electric current flowing through his legs, instantly numb.

"You let me go." An Ziran looked up.

Fu Wutian buried his head in his neck and sucked the fresh heart of his body. "Do not let go."

An Ziran's scalp began to numb. He had never been close to people. He was an accident last time. Now the body archery is too rigid to move. He tried to take a deep breath. He said: "You can't sleep like this."

Fu Wutian turned him over and then broke into his arms.

An Ziran turned his back to Fu Wutian, but his back was almost tightly attached to his chest. The other person’s temperature was more obvious than before. His chin was on his head and the whole person seemed to fall into his arms. The buttocks are also facing his lower body, and a soft glimpse in the middle is passing a thin layer of cloth to convey him to the heat.

This position...

Although I don't have to face Fu Tiantian, it feels worse.

"I think you should let go..."

When An Ziran’s words were not finished, Fu Wutian suddenly turned him over again, and the two became face-to-face again. His eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and his eyes were not looking at him.

An Ziran confessed, "...you still turn me over."

Fu Wutian did not do it this time. His voice came from the darkness. "Wang Hao, have you forgotten your commitment to the king?"

An Ziran: "..."

Decisively being played!

Just as he was angry and angry, Fu Wutian suddenly buried his head in his neck. The low laughter seemed as far away as the sound of the violin, **** and charming. This is the best laugh he has ever heard. He is proud of him. The calmness of calm, this time did not react.

"princess."

Fu Wutian’s head slowly withdrew from his neck.

An Ziran looked up, a shadow suddenly covered him, and his lips were blocked by a warm mouth. The male hormones of the two men seemed to be entangled in the water, and the kiss of Futian was as thick as his people. The mature scent filled his mouth and almost confused his nerves.

The two sleep together for the day, and he is almost always together every day. He is almost used to being surrounded by Futian. He is kissed by him at this moment. He doesn’t feel sick or unaccustomed at all, but he is very used to it. feel……

Looking at the handsome face of Fu Wutian, who is close at hand, the frequency of heart beating is faster than before. An Ziran understands at this moment that he has been submerged.

When Fu Wutian let go of his mouth, Anzi took a heavy breath.

A silver wire was deliberately connected to two people, until it could not withstand the load, and An Ziran subconsciously licked his mouth, but did not notice that Fu Wutian’s twilight became darker, when one was rough. Holding his chin in his hand and lifting it up, a kiss fell again.

The other person ate the saliva on his lips, and then contained his lower lip to make a sucking action. He felt the lower lip almost numb.

An Ziran felt that his body was very hot and his breathing was almost breathless.

Suddenly, there was something rough that ran over his chest. Although it was separated by a layer of cloth, it succeeded in making him shudder, as if a strong current flowed through the body.

An Ziran reacted fiercely, quickly grabbed the hand that was raging in his chest, and let him touch it. He really had to stand up.

"Wang, you are hard."

Fu Wutian suddenly sounded in his ear with a hint of bad laughter.

An Ziran instantly blackened his face, and all his reason returned. The hard one is not only him. The stick that is hard and hot against his thigh doesn't know who it is, but he is not stupid enough to say this.

"Wang, if you don't let me in, at least we should help each other."

An Ziran heard the previous sentence, his face was too dark to be black again. "Before saying this, should you take your hand away?"

Fu Wutian’s hand is holding the slightly hard part of his lower body at that time. The place is more sensitive. After being held by his hand, he has completely stood up. This situation seems to be a success, and it has already experienced. An Ziran found that he was able to accept this fact very calmly.

An Ziran simply throws the bottom limit of happiness, and the broken can is thrown to hold Fu Yangtian's penis.

His things are harder than hiss, one hand still can't control, the hot temperature, the anger of blood vessels makes his mind unconsciously outline the picture...

It didn't take long for the bedroom to ring a depressing snoring.

A faint moonlight glimpses through the window to ecstasy.

Two close to naked bodies are tightly intertwined.

The young boy's face is covered in red tide. On the man with wide shoulders, his legs straddle the man's waist and ride in a normal position. The teenager's back is almost very tight, with a thick layer of sweat on it.

"Well……"

The white liquid spurted on the two with the climax of the juvenile, but the teenager did not care, and the whole person fell tired on the man.

Subsequently, the two embraced each other.