He said this seriously, and Zuo Feng's face was black again.

Grabbing the boy's hand once again put him on his abdominal muscles, "Isn't you confessing to me last time?"

He Qing was slightly confused and slightly opened her eyes, completely without conscience, said, "I last sent flowers tea, who, who confessed!"

"Give roses for tea?" The man's eyes were heavy, and he grabbed the hand that the teenager wanted to draw back. The magnetic voice was lowered. "Any other shortcomings besides my dark appearance?"

"You..." The drunken teenager tried hard to think seriously. "You are grumpy and powerful, and you especially like to lie to me."

With that said, he shook his head strenuously and came to the conclusion, "You have no other advantages except to look good."

Zuo Feng: "... don't you like beautiful things?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, leading the small white hands to fall on his face.

He used to hate people talking about his looks the most, but now he took the initiative to say, "Do you like this face? Touch it."

Enticed by him, He Qing's eyes fell on Zuo Feng's face.

Zuo Feng's appearance can only be described in one sentence, with a good face.

Eyebrows are slender, eyes are squinting at the moment, just like the legendary coquette, plus the slightly red lips without extra embellishment, instantly sucked He Qing's soul.

"you are pretty……"

He looked at the man with a pair of apricot eyes, and reached out to touch the man's face, smooth, tender, and very comfortable.

"It's so comfortable to feel, I like..."

The teenager seemed to have discovered a new toy, so he quickly put his hand on the man's face and stopped taking it.

Zuo Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't stop him from touching his face like a kitten. On the contrary, he was very obedient.

He turned his face slightly and looked at it with his own eyes, "A Qing, speaking of being pretty, have you ever seen anyone who looks better than me?"

Zuo Feng has never seen himself, and of course he is confident that He Qing has never seen it.

Sure enough, the teenager shook his head, "You are the best looking."

Otherwise, he would not care about this dark skin.

Hearing the satisfactory answer, the man smiled. He lowered his voice and made his voice sound like a bewitching voice. "Isn't it just a bit dark? As long as you don't bask in the sun, you will soon become white."

Besides, he wasn't dark, only because he was taken care of when he was young, and he was not happy in his heart, so he worked hard in the sun.

Otherwise, it was born by a father and mother, why is Zuo Xue so white.

Hearing his words, the teenager still hesitated, "But you are a man..."

There was a smile on Zuo Feng's face, and then he got bigger.

"A Qing, if you want to think so, I can accompany you to watch ghost films, or you can play with you everywhere. You are afraid of anything. I will never laugh at you."

"and……"

He gave a fatal blow, "I am different from them."

The man’s voice was low and ambiguous, “I can sleep with you, hold whatever you want, if you want, we can sleep for three days and three nights together.”

This trick was really effective for the teenager. His eyes lit up, his mouth was just about to talk, and he seemed to remember something. He stared suspiciously at a pair of round apricot eyes. "No, you like to deceive. Lie to me."

Zuo Feng really tasted the bitter fruit of deceit. He never thought that He Qing was so vengeful. This was all drunk and filled with brains. He was deceiving.

The man coughed and promised, "Last time I was wrong, and I will never lie to you again in the future."

"I can swear!"

With that said, he really raised his hand as if to swear.

He Qing stared at him, his eyes wide open, "Well, you swear."

Zuo Feng did not expect this reaction. He thought for a few seconds and said, "I swear I will never lie to you again."

When he saw this sentence, he didn't say it again. The teenager was confused and crooked his head, "Is this over?"

"Don't you say anything more? For example, if you cheated me by breaking the oath, you would become an **** or something."

The man's mouth twitched stiffly, but he didn't expect the teenager to be drunk and drunk, but he still remembered this matter, and continued obediently, "If I cheated you again, then, then..."

He couldn't say the rest of the words. Seeing He Qing was still waiting for himself to finish. Zuo Feng coughed a little and tried to plead, "A Qing, can I change another sentence?"

"No!"

The teenager's face was full of blush after drinking, and he stood up on the table and dangled, "It's that sentence, if you cheat me again, you don't have Xiao Tintin!"

Seeing that he insisted, the man had a wry smile and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, "If I lie to you, let me not, without Tintin..."

After swearing, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from something terrible, and asked He Qingdao, "Now I also swear, should you believe me?"

"A Qing, I really like you, stay with me, will you?"

He Qing sat on the bed, slightly tilting his head to look at the man. The expression on the left front seemed calm, but there was a slight tension in his eyes. He grabbed his hand, his throat rolled up and down, and his eyes fixed on the teenager waiting for his reply.

"But you are a man."

The sound that became soft because of drunkenness sounded, and under the stiff sight of the left front, he whispered, "I don't like men."

"But don't you like to look good?"

Hearing the words of the man, the teenager paused, and after a long period of dull brain thinking, he came to the conclusion, "It seems reasonable to say what you said."

"Okay, let's try it." After sloppyly making the decision, he showed a slight smile to the left front, "You don't sleep with me at night!"

This is a hint, this is definitely a hint!

The left front knot rolled up and down, and looked at the teenager with a spark almost excited, "Well, if you want, I can do it tonight."

"Don't wait tonight, just now!"

There was a happy smile on He Qing's face. He fell to the ground, and his slightly weak body stood swaying, smiling at the man's unstoppable smile. "Let's go to your house."

His not-so-sober mind still remembers the fact that the dormitory is not allowed to take others back.

Has it progressed so quickly?

Zuo Feng also drank alcohol. At this moment, his brain's sluggishness was only a little less than that of He Qing. He almost followed the teenager back home with his lips curled up. The two of them did not take a shower, and sat directly on the bed.

He swallowed and watched the boy dragging his clothes piece by piece.

Jacket, take off, pants, take off.

The teenager wearing only a white shirt showed a pair of slender and white legs, and people couldn't help but keep his eyes on it and refused to put them down. Zuo Feng's eyes dimmed, and he looked up along the white legs.

Slightly reddish knees, symmetrical muscles, straight and beautiful thighs, and then up!

——A pair of boxer shorts with crayons.

Zuo Feng's excited expression slightly converged, and he looked at the teenager seriously, "A Qing, where do you want to start tonight?"

Don't look at what he usually understands. In fact, in this kind of thing, apart from knowing a rough meaning, men really don't understand anything.

The top two buttons of the teenager's shirt have long been unbuttoned. At this moment, the delicate and beautiful collarbone is exposed, which sets off under the fair skin and attracts more attractive eyes.

He smiled, and the dimples on the left cheek were looming. "You also have to take off your clothes. It's uncomfortable to sleep in your clothes."

Zuo Feng's eyes swept over the shirt he was wearing, and there was only one idea in his heart.

It's said that it's uncomfortable to wear clothes.

Thinking like this, the face was absolutely impossible to say, so the man with a harmless smile on his face, obediently took off his coat. When he took the last one, he hesitated a little, Do you want to do something to attract He Qing's eyes to save the situation?

When I looked up, the teenager had crawled into the quilt, and a small, well-groomed face shrank under the quilt, only to reveal a pair of beautiful, apricot eyes looking at him.

"Brother, why are you so slow, come quickly."

Slightly prolonged, it sounds like a soft, soft tone. Zuo Feng is covered with excitement. When he lay down to continue taking off, he went to bed full of anticipation.

This is a bed where Zuo Feng has slept for a long time. He is familiar with this bed, but today, the air seems to be filled with the aroma of milk. The man is too excited. When he went to bed, almost no one slipped.

Finally, he got into the quilt. As soon as he lay down, the teenager directly hugged him and almost locked the whole person in the left front.

The heart thumped, and the man tried to calm down his inner excitement. A pair of slender hands slowly and carefully moved slowly and landed on He Qing's slender waist.

The person in his arms is fragrant and soft, but he also reveals a bit of natural temptation. Zuo Feng thinks that he cannot resist this temptation, so he purses his lips and hands, and slowly stretches out. .

"Well……"

He Qing murmured confusedly, squeezing his body towards the man's side again, before waiting for the left to enjoy the sudden embrace, his leg was suddenly pressed against the man's leg, and his hands were violently forced to die. He hugged him dead.

A young boy who was so weak in peacetime usually seemed to be able to lock his throat with a golden gun in his dream. His hands and feet were all caught on the left forward, making him unable to move.

Zuo Feng, who is preparing to do a little shy thing like this: "..."

"A Qing, A Qing..."

In his sleep, the teenager heard someone calling him, and he opened his eyes vaguely. The opening was the northeast cavity. "What?"

"Do you want me to hug you?"

Knowing that he was slow now, Zuo Feng asked directly.

"I don't want to." He Qing shook his head. "I just hold you."

After talking, the man's hands were suddenly squeezed hard, and Zuo Feng groaned, and in his ear was the voice of the boy's beautiful, "Brother, good night."

With both hands and feet unable to move, Zuo Feng could only look at the ceiling with a blank face, "Good night."

This hug is really just a literal hug.

Overestimate this flowery radish.