Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"You..." Lin Yu's action of half wearing trousers froze, then his face burned up, and his voice was clear and crisp, with an order: "go out."

Jiang languor not Dan not to go out, but also into the direction of Lin Yu. Lin Yu staggered backward, only to see ginger over him, walked to the window not far away, put his head out, and then back, closed the window, drew the curtain.

Fortunately, no one saw Jiang Lang pats the chest.

As soon as the curtain was pulled, the whole studio was a little dark.

"Thank you." A cold soft voice came from behind Jiang languo. Lin Yu's earlobe is red. It seems that he didn't expect to close the window.

Ginger languid smiling at wearing good pants, in the effort to button clothes, the remaining button did not button the man, "nothing, the window closed, you can take your time."

The window is closed, aren't you still there? Lin Yu thought, but did not speak. He was naturally withdrawn and irritable, and did not like to talk to people.

"Young master, you made a mistake." Jiang languor comes over carelessly and holds Lin Yu's hands.

The sudden smell of male hormones, strong impact on Lin Yu's nose, he can't help holding his breath.

Lin Yu did miss one, probably because someone was there. He was a little nervous.

One by one, the buttons are untied by Jiang languo. Looking at the man's thin but not weak waist, Jiang languo swallows his saliva and resists the impulse at the bottom of his heart and doesn't touch it. But seriously to the male master button again.

"Well, young master." Jiang languo looked up and his eyes were stunned.

Lin Yu's eyes were red, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He was bullied into crying.

Ginger languid, itchy heart.

Close to the front, he gently lift Lin Yu forehead hair, slow voice asked: "young master how so sensitive ah?"

"Well..." It's as soft as a kitten.

Jiang Lang took Lin Yu's hands and pressed him on the table with paint behind him. "Young master, you are so moving that I can't help it..."

Jiang languo's eyes glowing at his body, let Lin Yu have a kind of illusion, as if he did not wear clothes.

"Let me go." Lin Yu's half red lips spit out soft waxy words.

Ginger languor mouth with malicious smile: he seems to have found a very interesting fact. The man is cold on the surface and sensitive in fact. He's not cute.

Jiang Lango's slender fingers from Lin Yu's laryngeal knot, swimming in his throat, to the clavicle, and then to the body

Lin Yu bit lips to endure, the body can not help shivering: "don't, don't touch."

"Why not? I see the young master likes it very much." Jiang Lang's evil hand has untied the buttons of Lin Yu's trousers.

The next moment, Lin Yu can only limp climb ginger languor, but can not say a complete word.

"Young master, are you there?" Ten minutes later, the door of the studio was knocked gently.

Jiang languor looked at Lin Yu, who was already soft into a pool of water in his arms, and asked him to do what he said: "good, say in."

"I'm here." Lin Yu spoke.

"The master is waiting for you in the hall. Do you see?"

Lin Yu looks at Jiang languo again, after all, this person still holds him

"Say, go down."

"Go down," Lin said

"OK." The words fall, the footsteps outside the door.

Jiang languor looks at Lin Yu body in front of a mess, way: "young master need not change body clothes?"

"Take me, bedroom."

Jiang Lang was very happy: "good."