Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

The sun has set outside and it looks very dark.

Zhou xingsang opened the door and walked in lightly. The young man lying on the bed was already asleep and snoring.

Breath is light, just like a kitten.

The temperature in the room was a little bit cool, and the slender hand pulled over the quilt and covered the youth's body.

Lin Jinan's eyelids moved. In fact, he had already woken up, but he had been pretending to sleep.

If you wake up now, you can't stay at Zhou xingsang's house.

Zhou xingsang's eyes were heavy. He sat down beside the bed and raised his hand to touch the youth's face.

Warm and cool finger belly, slowly swimming, carefully sketching, and finally fell on the pale pink lips, fingertips a little bit of strength.

Lin Ji Nan cooperates, opens the lip quietly, the finger enters very smoothly.

He clearly felt that the man's breathing was getting worse.

In the mouth, the finger moves the tongue's movement to be more unrestrained.

“……” If Zhou xingsang doesn't stop, he will wake up.

This kind of play, the dead can't resist it. The frequency is the same as the vines in and out.

Half a minute later, the man squeezed out a vague laugh from his throat, and then the salivated finger pulled out.

Lin Jinan listened to the sound of closing the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Lin, how do you feel? Isn't it exciting? " The system excites a way, it just looks at to have the feeling, just now the picture is very strong.

Lin Jinan's face is very red, half is suffocating out, "is very exciting."

However, Zhou xingsang did not feed him vine juice.

It's too bitter and astringent. Just think about it, it's going to retch.

The night is falling, the lights are on, and the real carnival is just beginning.

Lin Jinan estimated that it was time for him to wake up. So he kneaded his eyes and sat up from the bed.

There was no electric light in the room. It was dark.

There was a sound coming from the kitchen. Lin opened the door and smelled the smell of meat.

Zhou xingsang is gentle in temperament and elegant in every move. When he turns his head to look at people, his eyes are shining, just like a star hidden in it.

The pair of glasses he saw during the day was still hanging on the bridge of his nose. He was looking at his hair and smiling at the young man who had not had time to tidy up. "Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

The man on the opposite side has been standing still with a root under his feet.

Zhou xingsang turned off the fire and went straight over. He looked at the young man's eyes, put his hand against his lips, and coughed softly, "aren't you hungry? It's already eight o'clock in the evening."

Lin Jinan just pretended to wake up from a big dream. He reached for his face, and his eyes were dull. He looked like a fool, "good."

The faucet on the sink was twisted. Lin Jinan squeezed the hand lotion on the palm of his hand and began to rub it carefully.

He washed it carefully, taking care of every finger, not letting go of any gap.

Zhou xingsang put the fried meat into the plate, and put the loaded pasta on the table covered with tablecloth.

Lin Jinan swayed out. He walked slowly to the chair and sat down.

The man consciously took the tableware to him, and his eyes always fell on him.

Lin Jinan looked at him frankly. He rolled the pasta and put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Lips stained with oil and meat sauce, young people themselves can not see.

The warm and cool finger belly falls on the lip, Lin Jinan chews to move to be still, he blinks an eye, "how?"

Zhou xingsang stretched out his hand to wipe it off, lightly skimmed over his eyes, "something is stained on it."

"Oh." Lin Jinan nodded. He leaned over, held the finger in his mouth and sucked the meat sauce, "OK, there is no more."