Scumbags Follow the Good System

Blink of an eye to New Year's Eve.

The relationship between the two has maintained a very mysterious state these days. The most mysterious change is that the two have not done anything for several days, and they have not even quarreled. The tendency not to stick.

The four eye gels have been together for a long time, and they can't help but come together, the atmosphere is very sticky, making the two little servants and Chunhua Qiuyue who have recovered, obviously not eating anything too salty, but every day, the throat always feels sore. panic.

No one believed it. The two of them stayed together most of the day. It wasn't right to sit while eating. If you were sitting on one side with elbows touching your elbows, you would rest on your knees and thighs when you were in a daze. For the young couple who are like glue, it is still the tender and sweet style that has just been married for three days.

But the progress of the two is still unclear, not far, not near, lukewarm, and they just hugged each other and kissed their foreheads, and the most extreme thing was to **** their cheeks.

Congliang really wasn't in a hurry to pull the quilt with Wei Zishi and swayed and swayed on the big kang. Wei Zishi's body wasn't in good shape yet, so she quite enjoyed the feeling that the system gave her as an ambiguous period.

She felt very good. Wei Zishi's whole body seemed to be covered with a gentle skin. Several times she deliberately angered people. When she saw Wei Zishi, the blue veins on her head jumped up to Thunderbolt in anger.

It's just that this kind of feeling is good or not. Once the freshness wears off, she always feels that something is wrong. Even if she can't do real work for a while, kiss and touch, it should always be there. Talk first and then talk.

A quarrel at the head of the bed and a reconciliation at the end of the bed are not meant to be affectionate to resolve all conflicts. According to the beginner's guide, if there is a conflict after the work is over, come back again. If it is not resolved, repeat the first and second points.

But when she still massaged and released water a few days ago to let her occasionally take advantage of Wei Zi, who pinched her butt, she has not been allowed to do it these days.

Not happy. Wei Zishi's two upturned and straight petals dangled in front of her all day long, not allowing her to get started. How bad it was. Besides, the most inexplicable thing was that every time Wei Zishi kissed, it was an extremely pure touch. It can be said that it is implicit to the outrageous realm, and it is a bit biased towards perfunctory.

For a gentleman in his twenties, he doesn't need to be in a hurry to discuss having a baby with her. It must be wrong to be so perfunctory.

Wei Zishi's surname was Wei but not Liu. This act of camping beside Leichi reminded Congliang of that song that was always played on loudspeakers whenever there was a meeting in the village. I just thought it was **** when I heard it before. The meaning of the lyrics is obviously that the man doesn't care about the woman, and people don't care that you still sing a fart, and now I think of one of the sentences, it's a bit heartbreaking.

[I remember the way you kissed me that night, reluctantly on your face casually…]

A few days ago, Congliang was still content with intimacy and only on his forehead and face. It was the first time he had an affair. According to the plot, she also knew that Wei Zishi had never had a woman because of his unspeakable inferiority complex. Thinking that the two of them are coming slowly, but they can't stay where they are.

Now she wants to try it. Wei Zishi's two thin lips that are always bright red even though they are not painted with lip blush, are they soft or not, is it the same as the cool smell on Wei Zishi's body, which is like pushing a window through a heavy snow.

She still has to figure out what happened to Wei Zishi. When this situation occurs, she thinks hard, there are only two possibilities, either the relationship is not in place, it doesn't matter, she will work harder, if the other is **** just fuck...

Cong Liang decided to give it a try.

So that night, the two of them had a quilt each, lying flat and blowing the lamp. They stretched out a hand from the quilt extremely innocently, their fingers interlocked, and were about to fall asleep in a daze, when Cong Liang suddenly lifted Wei Zishi's quilt and ran away. The quilt, rushed to her destination decisively, and leaned down with small lips.

The soft body suddenly approached in his arms, and the warm breath sprayed on his face, instantly pulled back Wei Zishi's dazed sanity, but before he could open his eyes, his lips were wet and gently rubbed .

The moment he thought of what was going on with the touch, the numb and shivering feeling started from the back of the head and spread rapidly along the spine to the whole body. Wei Zi subconsciously held his breath that was momentarily confused, and he didn't know how to react for a while, and his soft lips pressed against His breathing was tossing and turning, and Wei Zishi's suffocating lungs hurt. After reacting, the first action was not to push people, but to arch his waist and raise his knees first.

"You..." As soon as Wei Zishi opened his mouth, he immediately closed his mouth and bit his voice, which became obviously dull and intolerable. He grabbed the back of Congliang's neck with one hand, preventing Congliang from continuing to rage on his lips, and pinched Congliang's waist with the other. He bent his knees and threw him out of his arms.

From lifting the quilt and going down barefoot to the pitch-black overturning of the stool and tripping over to the ground, Cong Liang was shocked by Wei Zishi's godlike speed in the dark, her hand still kept the gesture of being thrown away and then going to hug someone again , Wei Zishi had already fallen to the ground and groaned in pain.

Why don't you just kiss her? As for being scared like this, Congliang ordered a wax and ran to the door with a **** face. Wei Zishi, who was in a middle coat and had to open the door to run out, pushed her to the ground vigorously when she saw her, and was irritable. scratched his head.

"What's the matter with you?" Congliang was a little unhappy, no, very unhappy.

"Don't like me so much? Just kiss me to the point of running out in winter nights wearing middle clothes?" Congliang said even more distressingly, "Then why are you making fun of me like this? Or..." Congliang said, "Are you It's not impossible." Turning to her lips, she was drawn back again, and she casually grabbed other topics to slap on the side, "You ran out of the palace because of me, and rescued you from the plague shed... You are grateful to me and play with yourself. Agree?"

Wei Zishi struggled for a while, but he didn't move. A tall man was pressed on the door by a little girl who was much shorter than him, and his liver started to hurt again.

Congliang doesn't speak, and only thinks it's Wei Zi. There's something unspeakable, what else could the unspeakable hide be? I'm sorry, but I still don't want to believe it. I plan to try it myself. Grabbing Wei Zishi's arm, he turned the person on the spot and slammed the door, "You have to do what you promise, and you have to endure it if you don't like it."

As she spoke, she pressed Wei Zishi's shoulder and gestured to kiss her, but before she could kiss her, she paused as soon as she put it on, stretched out her hand and stroked her thing with a confused face, the dim candlelight Down, his face turned red.

... She just hugged someone and rubbed their lips a few times. It's been on the ground for so long, and she's still in good spirits. There's nothing wrong with that.

Not only is there nothing wrong, it's obviously because I like what she likes!

Cong Liang jumped from battle mode to prisoner of war mode in an instant. When Wei Zi's eyes were glued to each other, he was frank and enthusiastic, and his joy was surging.

Wei Zishi let her snort, bit her lip and stared at the woman in front of her who didn't let go. She raised one hand reflexively, wanting to hit and push, but after gnashing her teeth for a long time, she fell and pinched her. On Cong Liang's shoulders.

The brightness of a candle is dim and unclear, but it is enough for the two of them to see the surging affection in each other's eyes. That affection turns into a jumping koi, twirling its tail, rolling and spreading its fins, trying to cross the invisible gate of taboo, flying like a dragon. Since then, the sky is high and the sea is wide and let Er soar.

Wei Zishi closed his eyes, frowned tightly, grabbed Congliang's shoulders and rubbed his hands around Congliang's neck and side of the face, almost rubbing away a layer of her skin. Finally, he stretched out his five fingers and sunk into her temples, stopping at the back of her head.

In Wei Zishi's mind, there seemed to be a whole day of thunder and lightning, rumbling and crackling, the eyes were full of white light, and the ears were deafening.

He opened it to look, let go of his teeth that bit his lips, let out a long breath of desperate breath, clenched his five fingers, pressed the back of Congliang's head and grabbed the man, and the two of them seemed to be bumping into each other. Holding the magnet and hugging each other tightly, Wei Zishi lowered his head and kissed the person in his arms that he had never avoided.

Familiar softness and moistness stick to each other, Wei Zishi's self-control, which has been sore for so many days, collapses, his brain boils under his shattered rationality, and a cluster of fire ignites in his chest, from a little thinner. Lala's spark started, and she was blown away by the two people's entangled panting, and her eyes burned into a prairie fire.

Wei Zishi straightened his bent waist, pushed Cong Liang back a few steps, pressed it against the beams and pillars in the house, lifted both hands up, hugged him to a height suitable for kissing, and then settled down to squeeze people tightly. .

Exciting, plundering, deep, lingering, tender.

Wei Zishi gently sucked the corners of Congliang's unusually red and moist lips, his cheeks, his ears, and finally put his head on Congliang's shoulder, breathing calmly.

Congliang relaxes the senses all over his body, and acts like a delicate little sister who has no power to tie a chicken. Wei Zishi leads the intimacy between the two. After chasing people for so long, he truly feels Wei Zishi's enthusiasm. The one who was kissed in the middle was out of breath twice, and was not willing to push him, only a small snort.

Congliang hugged Wei Zishi's head, whispered a small amount of silence, lowered his head contentedly, and rubbed Wei Zishi's hair with the tip of his nose, and the candlelight in the room burst into a "crack!" The two put a flower.

Congliang's legs were dangling and squeezed on the pillar. When the kiss came, he didn't feel anything. After the kiss, his brain fever passed, and he felt a little uncomfortable after hanging on for a while. Besides, this posture at midnight was also a little scary, and he was about to speak. When Wei Zishi let her down, he gave her a kiss, not a shot, but the dude put his head on her shoulder and had endless aftertastes.

It's just that before she could speak, Wei Zishi sighed faintly first, but he didn't raise his head, but stuffed his whole face around her neck and said in a gruff voice.

"Congliang," Wei Zishi was calling Congliang's name for the first time, "We're like this... what will we do in the future?"

Wei Zishi's tone was not a question, but a sigh. He couldn't look back when the thunder pond crossed, and he didn't plan to look back, but he couldn't think of a foolproof plan if his head exploded. If he could allow him to die one day, he would never look forward to seeing him. of his father.

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