Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

"Mr. Lin, did song Huaiju buy this for you? He likes you." The system replies with vinegar that it has been shown by its host and its scalp is numb.

Lin Jinan really did not think that song Huaiju would buy snacks in the supermarket ahead of time because of himself. He also stored the snacks in the refrigerator, filling the space inside.

When song Huaiju finished cleaning up the kitchen, the young man was watching TV on the sofa.

The clothes he was wearing were rolled up, revealing a large white skin.

The wrist on the sofa, thin and thin, was held in the palm of his hand not long ago. Along the instep of his foot, he smelled the center of his leg all the way.

The imprint on it is a little light, and it will disappear completely in a short time.

Lin Jinan continued his efforts, he turned over and rubbed his clothes.

Pure white cotton underwear, showing more than half, he bought the smallest size, no steel ring.

It's comfortable to wear. It won't be too tight.

After a while, we can see what should be seen and what should not be seen.

Song Huaiju's breath was thick. He was caught by the young man's hand and fell on the sofa.

The capacity of his sofa is large enough for young people.

"To tell you the truth, Professor Song, do you want me or not..." Lin Jinan was sweating, and his nose was full of sweat. It was steaming hot, like a meat bun just out of the cage.

The outside is white and soft, but the inside is full of fragrance.

Song Huaiju will hold up the body, he smiles, picked up the youth's sliding legs, "want."

"Then do it. I have no class tomorrow." Lin Jinan laughs with him, full of pleasant eyes, and looks at men.

Song Huaiju nodded and peeled the surface of steamed stuffed bun with his hand.

Sure enough, I still dare not see

"Teacher, I'm a boy." Lin Jinan observes the man's expression. He is biting his lips and moistening eyes. He is about to drop golden beans.

"Well." Song Huaiju answered and raised his hand to touch the youth's hair.

Or, wigs.

"The teacher knew you were a boy." Said, a kiss fell on the young man's soft belly, "good growth, children."

Lin Jinan is dying. He grabs the man's hand, and his lips are almost bitten by himself.

"Don't have to bear it. The teacher likes to listen to your voice." Song's young man kneaded his face.

"Sound insulation..." Lin Ji Nan breathed heavily and almost

"Poor sound insulation. Yes, it will be found out."

At the end of the night, Lin Jinan became a little weak.

He didn't even have the strength to curl up his toes. His soul was carried up to the sky, but his body was like mud, so he couldn't support the wall.

Song Huaiju hugged him, leaving a string of red marks on the young man's thin butterfly bone.

"Can't hold on? Well? "

The man who said that he would fight him to the end of the day only lasted for less than an hour and cried and said no.

Song Huaiju motioned the youth to look down and said, "help me."

……

Lin was given a small stove by himself. Professor Song taught by himself. After several hours' attack, he didn't have a minute's rest.

Poor students, poor physique, can not keep up with the progress of teaching, in the teacher's hands completely paralyzed.

He waved his hands, and his voice trembled like a winding mountain road, "no, no more, no more..."

Professor Song is very gentle, he raised his hand to wipe the children's tears, gently coax.