I'll be on a short break but chapters for this will still be released since I finished semi-translating it. 

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    Ye Lan’s departure allowed Wu Zhiyong to learn about some of Ye Feng’s past. The past events are over. He doesn’t think there is any benefit in investigating the details at the time. Now Ye Feng is his person, and he will love him and cherish him. Making him forget the pain of the past.

 

    Before doing this, Wu Zhiyong probably wouldn’t believe that he had ever loved someone so deeply, and that this person was still the same man as him. He would sometimes think that if there was no drunk incident, they would not have come into a relationship. At the same time, he wouldn't notice Ye Feng either. They were just ordinary office workers, superior and subordinate, living their own lives like two disjoint parallel lines.

 

    His life was changed by Ye Feng, and he even thought about their future lives-living in the same bedroom and sleeping on the same bed. As soon as you open your eyes in the morning, you can see the face of the other person who is still sleeping. He will not disturb him, appreciate his sleeping face, watch his usually trimmed hair curled up, smother his bangs and kiss his smooth forehead, before starting an ordinary day.

 

    Every day in the future, his life will have Ye Feng, and Ye Feng's life will also have him.

 

    Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyong unknowingly looked at Ye Feng’s glass-divided office. Although Ye Feng could not be seen in the transparent glass, as long as he knew that he was inside, he felt that there was no distance between them, like Ye Feng. Right in front of him.

 

    Wu Zhiyong didn't know that Ye Feng just lifted his face from the file, and habitually glanced at the huge office outside the glass. Those subordinates knew that he was not a stern boss who was not close to others, so he would steal a little lazy talk while he was busy. He always opens his eyes and closes his eyes. Through the glass, the smiling faces they can sometimes see on interesting topics have become his boring interests outside of work.

 

    Since he fell in love with Wu Zhiyong secretly, this glass wall has become his tool for peeping at Wu Zhiyong. He likes to hold a cup of hot coffee and sit in front of the glass with his legs up, watching Wu Zhiyong face the problem with an open mind. He was so anxious that he almost hit the computer with his head. The very buddy Hao Da, who has the best relationship with him, patted him on the shoulder to cheer him up. He angrily beat his brother who couldn't solve the actual problem, and then checked the information again and again.

 

    Wu Zhiyong has a good relationship with everyone. After consulting a few seniors, he found out where the problem was. At this time, he would sit in a hurry and dive into work.

 

    Ye Feng envied Wu Zhiyong’s simple life every day. Because he drove, he could rush to the coffee shop on the road where Wu Zhiyong passed to and from work early. He sat on the nearest road and waited for Wu Zhiyong to ride a bicycle. after.

 

    When off work was the peak of the flow of people, bicycles became the most convenient means of transportation. Wu Zhiyong stopped at the pedestrian crossing and waited for the green light. He looked at him quietly, reluctant to leave every second, for fear that he would leave him with a blink of an eye. Sight.

 

    Now that Wu Zhiyong is his lover, he still likes to look at him through the glass, just like at this time, Wu Zhiyong looks at him in the glass, but he can see Wu Zhiyong.

 

    Putting down the file, Ye Feng picked up the coffee and walked to the glass, looking directly at Wu Zhiyong. It is interesting to see that he lowered his head in frustration and continued to work. After a while, he looked up at the glass, obviously unwilling.

 

    With a move in his heart, Ye Fengqing couldn't help but lean towards the glass. The thin lips are put on the cold glass, the little bit of coldness is printed on the lips, and he kisses the unknowing lover.

 

    "Don't you have anything you really want?"

 

    "That said, give yourself to me, I already have the best gift."

 

    Remembering the answer to the question in the morning, Ye Feng couldn't help but shook his head.

 

    No matter what kind of gift is not important, but I am excitedly looking forward to the first gift Wu Zhiyong will give him.

 

    The steaming coffee exudes a strong mellow aroma, spreading all over every corner, Aiqi is as long as between them.

 

    Ye Feng smiled slightly, fascinated by it.

 

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    Parked the car, Ye Feng walked into a watch store, the clerk immediately greeted him as soon as he saw him, "Welcome, Mr. Ye, your customized watch is ready." 

 

The clerk opened a box, and the golden dial was inlaid with ten Two-hour small diamonds, indicators of the same color point to small diamonds, silver case and strap.

 

    Picking up the watch, Ye Feng observed the watch carefully. The clear, noble and elegant gold and silver colors have always been the enduring choice for watches. The simple and elegant shape is very suitable for Wu Zhiyong, who wears a tie and a suit to enter and exit the office all the year round, and is surrounded by the strap. A circle of gold makes this watch reveal a vigor.

 

    Ye Feng is an old customer of this store. This time the customized watch is specially engraved with his name on the unobvious place on the watch. He understands that his approach is very naive, but this is his first gift to Wu Zhiyong. The meaning is special, I always hope that Wu Zhiyong will leave an object with his name on his body.

 

    Rubbing the place where the name was engraved, Ye Feng nodded to the clerk, carefully put the watch into the box, and then swiped the card to pay the bill.

 

    "Mr. Ye, you are welcome to visit our shop next time."

 

    "Yeah."

 

    Walking out of the watch shop, the downtown commercial street is as bustling as usual. Ordinary couples holding each other can be seen everywhere. Cute children are jumping around holding the hands of their parents. Everyone is envious of ordinary happiness. .

 

    Ye Feng squeezed the box in his pocket, his life with Wu Zhiyong was also so ordinary happiness, bit by bit penetrated his heart, as if the whole world had become beautiful because of this man's existence, incredible beauty.

 

    I inadvertently swept across the opposite jewelry shop, the luxuriously decorated facade, floor-to-ceiling windows with large star jewelry advertisements, and the gold necklaces with slender fingers wearing diamond rings on my neck, I don't know whether it is a person or these jewelry.

 

    Ye Feng was in a trance, his originally happy face became extremely quiet, his dark eyes looked straight at one of the many sunny couples. The lovely long-haired girl was petite and the male was wearing a creamy white casual coat and light blue jeans. The guy is handsome. I don't know what joke the man said, the woman chuckled and beat his chest affectionately, and the two of them walked into the jewelry store arm in arm while chatting like this.

 

    A street away, Ye Feng couldn't hear what they were talking about, but from their faces, they were talking very happily, not at all like they had just met.

 

    Ye Feng felt that he should be sad or angry, but there was nothing. Instead, he got into the car, parked the car in an inconspicuous place, lit a cigarette, and stared at the jewelry store in a daze while smoking.

 

    Have you reached the point of buying jewelry?

 

    Ye Feng swallowed his cigarette, letting the bitter taste slowly spread.

 

    Wu Zhiyong didn't work long hours and was not very wealthy, but today he brought a girl into the jewelry store. One can imagine how far their relationship has progressed.

 

    It should be about engagement and marriage.

 

    Ye Feng thought for a while, spit out a long smoke ring, the car full of green smoke still couldn't stop Wu Zhiyong's figure faintly visible in the French windows, because they were facing him, he could not see what they bought, only Wu Zhi Yong shook his head, and the girl pointed at another counter excitedly.

 

    Wu Zhiyong still shook. She didn't know what to say to her. She looked shocked. After a while, the arm that held Wu Zhiyong shook coquettishly. Wu Zhiyong took out the phone helplessly and handed it to her. She looked at the phone reluctantly to move her eyes, and it took a long time before she attached it to Wu Zhiyong's ear and whispered.

 

    Ye Feng took a bit of a cigarette, turning his eyes away, and didn't want to see this intimate scene again, but this scene had already been imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't eliminate it no matter what.

 

    When the two left the jewelry store, Ye Feng almost finished smoking the third cigarette and extinguished the cigarette butt. He didn't know what else he was expecting. He just hesitated and opened the door to the jewelry store.

 

    After tidying up his watch, Ye Feng opened the door of the jewellery store, and walked towards the counter “Wu Zhiyong” had been with before, ignoring the clerk's greeting, Ye Feng only saw what the counter was selling-the ring.

 

    All the counters where “Wu Zhiyong” has stood are rings without exception. The only difference is the paired wedding ring and the single ring for men and women.

 

    Ye Feng squeezed his hand tightly, and the remaining expectations suddenly fell to nothing. He didn't even notice the pain of nail piercing into the palm, but the surface was so calm that people couldn't notice the slightest abnormality.

 

    He knew it was the ending, why didn't he give up?

 

    Didn’t he prepare himself for the breakup long ago? Why are you still looking forward to a happy ending?

 

    Ye Feng felt that he was both ridiculous and self-conscious, and couldn't blame anyone.

 

    He rubbed his forehead, smiled apologetically to the clerk, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I just came to see if there is a ring that I like. There doesn't seem to be the ring I want here." 

 

He squinted and glanced at the bright. Ye Feng walked out of the jewelry store in despair.

 

    Sitting in the car, Ye Feng smoked one by one, thinking over and over again. He stared at his left hand blankly, thinking of those wedding rings. I'm afraid no one would wear a ring for him in his entire life.

 

    "Ha..." With a dry smile, Ye Feng lied on the steering wheel and laughed at himself-he was really not satisfied, and he wanted to leave a mark on someone who didn't belong to him. So what if he walked out? In the end, he was alone.

 

    Xin Qing finally calmed down, and Ye Feng picked up his men and dialed Wu Zhiyong's number.

 

    "Hey, Ye Feng, where are you?"

 

    He was silent for a while, not knowing what to say, his mind was horribly blank.

 

    "Ye Feng, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?" The other party noticed his strangeness and asked worriedly.

 

    Ye Feng greedily listened to his caring voice, and wanted to ask who that woman was and what was his relationship with him, but his reason stopped the question that almost blurted out, and Wu Zhiyong's worried and anxious words were all in his ears.

 

    "Ayong, I love you."

 

    "Huh..." Wu Zhiyong was obviously relieved, "You scared me to death. I thought you had an accident. Where are you now? I'll pick you up."

 

    "Every time I ride. A bicycle came to pick me up, and when I returned, you put the bicycle in the trunk of the car. Your skin becomes thicker and thicker." Ye Feng teased Wu Zhiyong in a relaxed tone.

 

    "Bicycles are safe and environmentally friendly, and also a great exercise." Wu Zhiyong retorted with a smile without feeling shameless.

 

    "A Yong."

 

    "Huh?"

 

    "Although we don't have a future, I will never forget you." This is Ye Feng's truest sentence.

 

    "What silly thing to say, how can we have no future?" If Ye Feng is in front of him at this time, Wu Zhiyong must put his arm around his shoulder and tell him that their future is very close. "I have to think clearly about our future, I want to be your only lover, your family, I am greedy, How about you? You wanna be my lover, my family?"

 

    So deep clear and sweet words who can not be tempted? Ye Feng obviously feels upset.

 

　　    He was tempted, and the hand holding the phone was shaking with expectation. He deceived himself into believing in Wu Zhiyong's sincerity and indulged this time, and then none of them belonged to anyone.

 

    "You always know what I want most." Ye Feng said with a smile.

 

    "Of course, if I don't know what you want most, how can I love you?" Wu Zhiyong was extremely proud.

 

    Ye Feng found that he loved him more and more, to the point where his heart hurts, "I miss you, come and pick me up at my house."

 

    "I'll be there soon! Hang up first!" Wu Zhiyong happily hung up the phone.

 

    Ye Feng put down the phone and lit a cigarette, slowly smoked, staring at the pedestrians outside the window in a daze, and did not drive home until the whole cigarette was smoked.

 

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    Get used to traveling by car, Ye Feng sits uncomfortably in the back seat of the bicycle. He doesn't know where to put his hands. Wu Zhiyong grabbed his hand and put it on his waist. "Hold it."

 

    His face was attached to Wu Zhiyong. With a broad back and warm body temperature coming through the t-shirt, Ye Feng couldn't help taking a deep breath, the breath that belonged to Wu Zhiyong was lingering in his nose, and his arms clasped his waist unconsciously.

 

    The breeze in his ears added a bit of tranquility to Ye Feng’s heart. Ye Feng lay on Wu Zhiyong’s back with a contented face, closed his eyes and listened to Wu Zhiyong’s slight rapid breathing when he pedaled his bicycle, no matter how noisy the surroundings were. No matter how prosperous the world is, it cannot compare to this moment.

 

    They went out on a date for dinner. After the meal, Wu Zhiyong took Ye Feng to watch a movie. One person was holding a bucket of popcorn and a glass of Coke. Ye Feng's interest was obviously not in the movie. There was a bite of popcorn while Wu Zhiyong was interested. Introduce this modern fantasy film in a low voice, which is the bad guy, which is the good guy, which person loves which person, and which person loves which person.

 

    Ye Feng listened attentively to his introduction, and his eyes seemed to be watching the movie attentively. Wu Zhiyong turned his face to see his focused watch, soft outline, stiff nose, rosy thin lips, and his watch. They all seemed to be tempting him.

 

    Wu Zhiyong didn't want to even cross his face and kiss him secretly. Ye Feng was shocked. Wu Zhiyong deliberately licked the place he had kissed, leaving obvious water marks.

 

    Ye Feng's heart thumped and thumped. Fortunately, they chose the most discreet corner. No one found out Wu Zhiyong kissed him. Even so, Ye Feng was taken aback, his face turned unnaturally red.

 

    Although his vision was unclear, Wu Zhiyong saw Ye Feng's ears become blush red, and he twisted Ye Feng's face firmly. The blush had stained his face, becoming more and more charming.

 

    Wu Zhiyong plugged his lips and commanded with a voice that only they could hear: "Hold my tongue."

 

 In public, Ye Feng didn't dare to kiss him boldly, and timidly hooked Wu Zhiyong's tongue that came in. While paying attention to the surrounding movement, entangled that tongue.

 

    Wu Zhiyong was impatient with his slowness, and his tongue deliberately stirred his mouth, so that he could not be distracted, and concentrated on dealing with the "intruder" who did whatever he wanted.

 

    The mouth was licked inch by inch, and Ye Feng felt like he was being patrolled, weakly expressing surrender, Wu Zhiyong then withdrew from his mouth and licked the body fluid from the corners of his mouth.

 

    "Hmm..." Suddenly, one hand squeezed his vitals through the crotch, depicting the bulging of his sexual organs, "Uh..."

 

    Ye Feng didn't dare to groan loudly, but the slight groan was particularly attractive, revealing a gaping thin lip. Seeing the tongue inside, Wu Zhiyong swept through the gap with his tongue, his movements became a bit strong, and Ye Feng gave a short hum, as if urging him to hurry up.

 

    Pulling down the zipper, Wu Zhiyong stretched into Ye Feng's pants. The sex organs were always wrapped in soft and comfortable cotton underwear. The most obvious part of the glans was slightly damp.

 

    His fingers traced the shape of the glans, Wu Zhiyong attached to Ye Feng's ear and exhaled heat and said, "You are drenched." 

 

The nasty words not only made Ye Feng ashamed, but also his body became sensitive, and glutinous fluid leaked out of the bell mouth and soaked. The cloth for the glans. He quickly clamped his legs, Wu Zhiyong leaned back in his chair, and went on watching the movie happily, but that hand kept groping in Ye Feng's pants.

 

    The tighter Ye Feng clamped his leg, the more he squeezed his hand between his legs, stroking his inner thigh, and poking his finger at his meatball from time to time.

 

    He tried his best not to pay attention to the messy hands between his legs, but the feeling of being caressed in his lower body was vivid, and the hard sex organs could be ejected after just a few more touches, and he was used to the sad squirming of the small cunts manipulated by men.

 

    In the cinema environment, he couldn't say the word "stop", so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

 

    The hand that tormented him touched his thigh, got into his underwear, and kneaded his two meatballs even more, without touching the sexual organs that needed to be relieved, and then dragged the two meatballs to feel the weight. This action made Ye Feng extremely ashamed and kept sitting stiffly.

 

    Wu Zhiyong turned his face and smiled maliciously, "Next time you will play mine like this."

 

    His mind flashed through Wu Zhiyong's heavy scrotum, and every time he hit, those two full balls of meat would hit his ass. Ye Feng only felt thirsty in his throat, he licked the dry corners of his mouth, Wu Zhiyong thoughtfully handed the Coke to his mouth, his throat rolled sexy with the swallowing motion, seducing the man's weak will.

 

    Because of his thoughtfulness, Ye Feng gradually opened his legs, and his hand reached the back without hindrance. The back door was slightly moist. A finger was tentatively inserted. The intestinal wall tightly sucked the finger. Wu Zhiyong immediately moved his finger or hooked. Or pick or press to stimulate the soft intestines, and slowly withdraw and insert.

 

    Ye Feng's breath gradually became unstable, and every movement of the fingers in the back acupuncture point knew how to tease him, and every breath he involuntarily contracted the passageway, making the small point chase the little pleasure.

 

    The more dissatisfied, the more clearly he can feel the movement of his fingers, contracting again and again to absorb, but a finger can't satisfy him at all, and his desire drives Ye Feng to aim at Wu Zhiyong beside him.

 

    The resolute profile attracted Ye Feng. He wanted to kiss the other person's face, and wanted to tell him his dissatisfaction, but he dared not do it in public.

 

    How could Wu Zhiyong not know his thirsty conditions? Pointing to his face, "Kiss."

 

    Before no one saw it, Ye Feng quickly kissed his face, and immediately inserted another finger in his body. The two fingers rotated and pumped, as if they were going deep every time, digging without hurting him. His intestinal wall, the soft intestinal wall was unbearable, and he squirmed rapidly, secreting greasy intestinal juice.

 

    "Ah..." Ye Feng quickly closed his mouth when he heard his groaning loudly, but Wu Zhiyong inserted another finger at this moment.

 

    Three fingers arbitrarily thrust in the body, nails scratched the edges of sensitive spots, and a tingling pleasure came from the lower body, Ye Feng slightly raised his face, grasping the handle of the chair with both hands, and opening his legs greatly to facilitate the movement of that hand.

 

    Wu Zhiyong's gaze never left Ye Feng. He was so addicted and desperately trying to restrain his loss of control. The delicious taste made his lower body explode like pain. Only the small "mouth" inserted below can relieve him, but he I want to see Ye Feng's face during orgasm.

 

    The accumulation of pleasure makes the genitals prop up the underwear, not only the glans, but the entire genitals are soaked by the soaked underwear. Although there is not as much liquid from the back as the front, it is enough to make Ye Feng feel wet, especially When the fingers go in and out, the slippery feeling is very obvious.

 

    Rubbing his fingers around the sensitive spots, approaching the sensitive spots a little bit, Ye Feng's genitals became harder a little bit, waiting for the orgasm to come.

 

    Hurry up... there, there... right there...

 

    his mind anxiously urged the fingers to press on the sensitive spots, Ye Feng even lifted his butt, and finally the fingers touched the sensitive spots. The three fingers no longer massaged gently, but thrusted quickly.

 

    Ye Feng heard it.

 

　　    There were squelching wet sounds coming from his body, it was the sound of water from finger pounding his small holes, but the strong pleasure of the sensitive points on the top of his fingers made him bite his lip to prevent him from moaning.

 

    Everything is going on in the silent darkness, only Ye Feng's heavy breathing and occasional groans can tell what good things the two are doing.

 

    The flushed faces of the lovers around him and the ambiguous moans seduced Wu Zhiyong's senses one by one. His fingers were tightly wrapped around his wet pussy, and it was incredibly hot. Wu Zhiyong could not read the movie anymore, and his eyes fiercely stared at Ye Feng who resisted pleasure. 

 

    Stroking Ye Feng's face, Wu Zhiyong bit his pale lips with affectionate kisses, and a sweet taste surged into his heart, prompting him to continue to invade Ye Feng's constricted interior, attacking a bit of death.

 

    The fast-climaxing Ye Feng wanted to scream, but couldn't. He turned his attention back to kiss Wu Zhiyong, but waves of pleasure eroded his increasingly sensitive body and captured his tense nerves.

 

    I don't know when the big hand that got into the clothes pinched one of his nipples and rubbed it vigorously. The vulnerable nerves suddenly collapsed. My mind suddenly went blank, his small acupoints spasm intensely, and his fingers twitched faster.

 

    Ah—

 

    Ye Feng screamed and ejaculated, but his screams flooded into Wu Zhiyong’s kiss, tears rolled down uncontrollably, Wu Zhiyong bit his lips with an impulse, and tasted it. The tears inside, the nostalgic piercing and twitching of her fingers, it took a long time to pull it out, and a palm wrapped Ye Feng's glans full of semen and rubbed.

 

    When Ye Feng stood up again, he pulled Ye Feng away from the dim cinema and into the bathroom.

 

    Locking the compartment door, Wu Zhiyong pulled Ye Feng over and kissed him close to his body. He liked to kiss Ye Feng so that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't even swallow his saliva. This kind of Ye Feng made him even more excited.

 

    Pulling open his jeans, Wu Zhiyong took out a huge meat stick and pulled Ye Feng's hand on the stick, "Ye Feng, touch it."

 

    The glans had swelled into a semicircle, and the slightly opened bell mouth spit out glutinous fluid. Ye Feng touched the palm of his hand to be covered with liquid. Without the depression in the cinema, his heart was filled with indescribable excitement.

 

    For Wu Zhiyong, Ye Feng put down his remaining restraint, took off his pants and turned around to support the wall, and stepped on the toilet with one leg. This posture not only raised his hips, but also stretched his tight hole wide.

 

    "Pound me." Ye Feng asked in a low voice.

 

    The slightly red and swollen acupuncture points glowed in front of Wu Zhiyong's eyes, and they were waiting for him to enter. After just one glance, Wu Zhiyong hardened a little bit again, and he held the cock against the acupuncture points to make the liquid evenly. The stick of smearing meat went straight into Ye Feng's body.

 

    "Ah..." The aftertaste of the previous climax hasn't all disappeared, and the intestinal wall is still very sensitive. The pleasure of rubbing the intestinal wall with the meat stick made Ye Feng groan softly, arousing more and more desires, and longing to be fucked by a man. Dry conquer.

 

    Wu Zhiyong stared at Ye Feng’s thin waist with red eyes, pulled up Ye Feng’s shirt, caressed his smooth back with his lips and tongue, and stroked the breasts on his chest with his big rough palms, slowly sliding to the lower abdomen, under the firm and flat lower abdomen Thick black grass.

 

    "Don't... don't touch... there... uhhh..."

 

    "Your body is so sensitive, I like to touch you, just like now I feel you scream out, and my tears flow." Root stabbed in, the two tensed their bodies at the same time, and groaned comfortingly, "Ye Feng, am I hitting it?"

 

 "It's hitting it, great, that spot again... uh... Ayong, grind it again..." Turning into a loud cry, Ye Feng was so happy that he clamped his butt.

 

    "So tight..." Excessive tightening made Wu Zhiyong difficult to get in and out, but it was more comfortable. He twitched faster and faster, his arms tightened around Ye Feng's waist, and his hands were used to manipulate Ye Feng's genitals, "So good!"

 

    Ye Feng Only a short groan, the genitals in front of Wu Zhiyong's hand squeezed out the kinky fluid, and the red crotch clung to the meat stick also squeezed out the transparent glutinous fluid.

 

    The hot meat stick almost rubbed Ye Feng on fire, and the bell mouth of his sexual organs overflowed with a little bit of white turbidity, "It's so hot in your ass...so hot...Aha...I'm going to shoot..."

 

    "No, come together." Wu Zhiyong squeezed the bell mouth of the sex organ, and violently rubbed it to the red and swollen holes, and the glans deliberately hit the sensitive spots.

 

    Ye Feng was full of convulsions but couldn't shoot out. The surging semen couldn't find his exit, and the back was still strong on him. He was about to reach out and break Wu Zhiyong's hand, but he almost stood up when Wu Zhiyong slammed it. Unstable.

 

    "Let me come...ah...it's so uncomfortable...A Yong, hurry up..." The excitement of not being able to ejaculate turned the pleasure into sweet torture. Ye Feng swayed his ass and begged the man to finish it soon, but he didn't ejaculate yet. How could Wu Zhiyong let go of him so quickly.

 

    "You kiss me, maybe I will come right away." Wu Zhiyong leaned in his ear and said coaxingly.

 

    Ye Feng turned his face, but couldn't kiss Wu Zhiyong. He stuck out his tongue and barely licked Wu Zhiyong's chin. So he kept licking his chin, sweat slipped from Wu Zhiyong's face to his chin. The salty taste made Ye Feng tempted, licking the sweat of his chin with the tip of his tongue, temporarily forgetting the torture of not being able to ejaculate.

 

    Wu Zhiyong pinched Ye Feng's chin, grabbed the tongue to his mouth, and furiously attacked Ye Feng. It was so cool that Ye Feng wanted to scream but was gagged, and he wanted to shoot but was pinched by the bell mouth. He could not vent up and down.

 

    Suddenly, Wu Zhiyong sucked Ye Feng’s lips and held on, thrusting his crotch violently for more than a dozen times. The thick and hard cock went deep into the end again and again. Ye Feng struggling in a daze, Wu Zhiyong hit his ass and sprayed. The thick semen watered him in torrents.

 

    As soon as Wu Zhiyong released his hand, Ye Feng screamed quickly from his throat, and all the semen shot into Wu Zhiyong's hand.

 

    Hugging Ye Feng tightly, Wu Zhiyong flipped down the toilet lid, and sat down on it. Pulling off Ye Feng's shirt, he smeared the semen on both sides of the nipples.

 

    Ye Feng snorted lazily, her small nipples were quite cute, the milky semen covered his nipples and areola, and his butt sitting on Wu Zhiyong's thigh also leaked semen. Wu Zhiyong's lower body was hot. If it were at home, he would have done it again with Ye Feng without any scruples. He knocked on his head and told himself to calm down.

 

    Ye Feng felt quite amused. He put his arms around his neck and said in a low voice, "I will have my wicked way with you when we get home." 

 

What does this sentence mean?

 

    Maybe it was the last time I had sex as a lover, and I never imagined that the sun would shine on me ever since.

 

[T/N: uwahhhh they're getting kinky in the cinema hahahah how naughty]