Intoxication

Song Juhan grabbed his left hand and placed it on the table: "What's wrong? You will always pose."

Why swallowed the throat drastically, as if afraid of being burned, quickly leaned down, hoping to put his chest against the table, just to distance himself from Song Juhan.

Song Juhan chuckled: "It doesn't have to be this low, the standard posture should be a 90-degree angle between the back and the legs. It's so funny that you are different from lying on the table." He picked it one by one with his index finger. Open your finger: "Spread it out, this hand must be holding the club firmly."

Why did the voice tremble a little: "OK."

"It's not difficult, what are you nervous about." Song Juhan's voice was full of jokes.

"it is good……"

"Come, grab the club with your right hand." Song Juhan personally put his hand on the club, "Don't have a stiff shoulder, raise it up a bit."

The air-conditioning in the room was full, but why was sweating on his body, and his heart was pounding nervously, as if he was about to break through the restraint of the sternum in the next second, so much ... No, what did he think? He is an adult and he has to control himself. He closed his eyes hard, but felt sweat drip into his eyes.

Song Juhan gave a chuckle and laughed: "Why are you still sweating? This posture is a bit tired, but it's only a while before you can't stop it."

"No, it's not tiring, it's okay," he said quickly.

"Then let's try a ball, No. 6 is fine." Song Juhan stood behind He Qin, holding He Qin's waist with one hand, holding He Qin's hand with one hand, and said gently in his ear: "You feel my Power. "

Then, why did the club in his hand go forward and hit the No. 6 ball.

As Song Juhan exerted his force forward, he lowered his body --- he slightly touched his hips, although he was separated for an instant, but why was his mind flashed, and some shame suddenly appeared in his mind-- -Shame picture, he almost stood up like a conditioned reflex, this affected the final force of the pole, eventually leading to uneven force, the ball missed several degrees.

"Hey, what are you moving?" Song Juhan patted He's waist, complaining: "I could have gone in."

"I, I'm going to the bathroom." Why flee.

Rush into the bathroom, why keep pouring cold water on the face, only to slightly reduce the heat of the skin.

What does Song Juhan want to do? Are those just now unintentional?

Why is he so clever and has no emotional experience to prove what Song Juhan did just now? He doesn't want to be affectionate, but he really thinks those actions are too ambiguous.

How this happened, just last month, he was just a fan who likes Song Juhan silently, and plans to spend three months' wages to buy a concert ticket in a good position. Now he is alone in this place with Song Juhan ...

"Why?" Song Juhan suddenly entered the toilet.

Why was he frightened? The two met each other through the mirror. Song Juhan slammed his pupil with a smile on his face without warning, and he lowered his head sharply, shaking the water on his hair vigorously Zhu: "It's too hot. I wash my face."

"You're still hot when the air conditioner is so cold. You won't be sick." Song Juhan came over, and he was about to touch his forehead.

Why did you step back subconsciously, a little panic flashed in your clear eyes.

Song Juhan's hands froze in the air, he was not angry, but smiled: "How do I feel you are afraid of me ... or do you hate me?"

"No, why not."

"Then why are you doing this ..." Song Juhan thought for a while, and couldn't seem to find a suitable word, and then laughed again, "I know, are you shy?"

Why blinked and wiped off the water on the face: "No, I just ... hot."

Song Juhan smiled, and he looked around: "That summer, the day you returned to school after the college entrance examination, do you remember? It also happened that the toilet in the school is really similar to this structure, just bigger than that."

Why did the knot in the throat roll up and down, Song Juhan remembered it, he was ...

"Don't be afraid, what's the big deal about gay." Song Juhan chuckled, "I'm everywhere, nothing new."

"Is it ... there seems to be a lot of entertainment."

Song Juhan walked over step by step, and finally stood in front of He Qin, and gently raised He Qin: "I asked you, when I was holding you, what were you thinking?"

When he was surprised, he was about to retreat, but Song Juhan grabbed his waist and pulled him back into his arms.

Why isn't this life so close to any one of the same or opposite sex? Song Juhan's breath and temperature seem to spread to him in an instant, and he lighted up the whole person. He wants to break away, but Song Juhan has a lot of strength He made two moves without moving: "You ...".

Song Juhan grinned, "If you answer me, if you tell the truth, I will let you go."

Why do you feel that you are about to smoke: "You, don't tease me, let me go first."

"You answer me first." Song Juhan said intimately against his ears, "when I was holding you and touching you just now, what were you thinking? Did you think of something you didn't dare tell me?"

Why are you anxious: "No, I have no disrespect to you, I really ..."

"No, you didn't tell the truth." Song Juhan lowered his head, his lips gently covering the earlobe, and whispered, "I want to listen to the truth."

Why can't help but clenched his fists, his chest undulating: "I ..."

"Ok?"

"I do not know I do not know."

"How come you don't even know what you think?" Song Juhan smiled vaguely. "Don't you think about any harm-what dare to say?"

"No……"

"Then I guess, did you think of the post-entry-style?" Song Juhan finished, and laughed at why.

The laughter slowly penetrated into He's ear, echoing in the ear canal, making the bones a bit crunchy, really nice.

Why is his face dripping with blood, stutteringly defending: "No, you let me go ..."

Song Juhan licked his ears: "Don't say" No, "if you don't want anything, wouldn't I be ashamed, wouldn't I have any charm?"

Why did you close your eyes and take a deep breath: "Song Juhan, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Well, I think about it, I want to do it ..." Song Juhan pulled the ending long, and finally picked up his tone, and said in that ecstasy voice, "You."

Why did he feel that his head was about to explode? He widened his eyes and wished that he could stare out of the ceiling.

Song Juhan smiled and let go of him, watching him stiff, and laughed even louder: "Why are you so fun, wouldn't you have never been in love, so innocent?"

Why wiped his face and said embarrassedly, "Don't tease me." He turned and rushed out of the toilet.

Song Juhan followed him in three steps, grabbed his shoulders, and pressed the person against the wall. His eyes and tone were very gentle: "I didn't tease you, you really attracted me."

"You ... you too ..."

Song Juhan didn't say anything, just stared at the reason with those ecstasy eyes, lowered his voice and said, "I want to kiss you."

Why are you so nervous that your eyes are red: "I ... but ..."

"You won't feel anything to me, huh?" Song Juhan rubbed his lips with his thumb, "Can I kiss you?"

"……why."

"what why?"

He Qingqiang said it calmly once, "Why are you interested in me?"

Song Juhan blinked his eyes and said without redness, "Because you are cute."

Why stared at Song Juhan and wanted to see what was in his expression, but nothing was flawed.

"If you don't speak, you agree."

"Ah I……"

Song Juhan squeezed He Qin's chin, and kissed He Qin's lips tenderly and undeniably.

Why did it suddenly petrify, Song Juhan kissed him, and Song Juhan kissed him! The moist and soft lips are close to his lips. For the first time, he tasted the taste of kissing. It turned out that other people's lips were so soft and so hot. It turned out that kissing was so throbbing, like the heart Something is blooming against the sun and beckoning with the breeze, exuding a refreshing fragrance, so wonderful and beautiful.

Why did Song Juhan get his legs weak? This is so irritating to him. He is at a loss, and can only let Song Juhan do whatever he wants.

It was a bit out of breath until why, Song Juhan let go of him, and stared at those twinks with those beautiful eyes without blinking, and said softly, "Do you like me to kiss you?"

Why take a deep breath and feel that my apex is trembling.

"Talk, do you like it?"

Why closed your eyes tightly and nodded honestly.

Song Juhan laughed and whispered against his ear, "I like to kiss you too, your lips are so soft."

Why don't you know how to answer, you can only continue to nod.

"You open your eyes."

Why hesitated for a moment and made a big determination before slowly opening his eyes. Song Juhan's eyes with smiles are as deep as the starry sky.

Song Juhan kissed again and said, "Did you ever kiss?"

Why shook his head a little awkwardly.

"Neither with Feng Ye?"

"I'm not in that relationship with him."

Song Juhan smiled, "Really?"

"really not."

"That's good." Song Juhan rubbed his earlobe. "Then you and I are now."

Why do you feel like you're dreaming? Everything that happened this afternoon seems to be false. The plot in the dream is too fast and too fantasy, and he can't keep up. This dream is broken.

Song Juhan put his forehead on top of his forehead and joked, "Your face is so hot. I don't know if you think you have a fever."

"I, I'll wash my face again."

"Don't go, I like how you blush." ​​Song Juhan bowed his head, and several kisses fell on his face.

Why don't you know how to be good, let Song Juhan play with it like a big doll.

Song Juhan's hand stretched down into the clothes, stroking gently over the warm skin, why he never had physical contact with people, and trembled.

Song Juhan kissed his neck from his cheek to his neck, and burst into a laugh, so he buried his face between his neck and neck: "You can't move, as if I want to be wrong-like you."

Why is it a little embarrassed and kept his head silent. His social skills were already weak, and now the whole person is dead.

"Well, I'm afraid to scare you." Song Juhan squeezed his face affectionately. "Do you still want to play billiards?"

Why nodded.

"Come, I teach you." Song Juhan added vaguely, "Teach it seriously."

In the years when Song Juhan was studying music abroad, he didn't pass on scandals in white, his flirting-first-rate means of affection, why he made him blush and heartbeat, any light or heavy limb-physical contact, made him imaginative.

Throughout the afternoon, why did I feel that my mind was no longer thinking, but just following Song Juhan's pace. 2k novel reading network