Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong was surprised. He even felt that Fang Juexia was teasing him, but he was obviously a childish temper now.

"When did I get you dirty?" He asked reasonably.

"You just, just leaned on me, you are so heavy," Fang Juexia said incoherently, grabbing the hem of his pink strawberry wine, and grabbed him to show, "Look, here, It's dirty here. "

It turned out this ...

"Will you take off the dirty clothes?" Pei Tingsong lifted his hem and helped him take off his T-shirt, coaxing the child like, "We will not wear dirty clothes."

Fang Juexia imitated his words and angrily threw his coat into the ground. "Don't wear it." After he finished, he looked down at himself again for a long time without looking up, but seriously .

"What are you looking at?" Pei Tingsong felt strange, and also leaned in.

I saw him widening his eyes, staring at a kiss mark on his chest seriously, a little purple.

But Fang Juexia didn't think it was a kiss mark, but also felt that it was dirty here, so he made a hum of similar doubt, and then rubbed it with his fingers. This is also dirty. "

Pei Tingsong looked at him like this, felt funny and cute, and raised his hand to honestly admit, "This is also my dirty."

"What should I do?" Fang Juexia's mouth collapsed, and her beautiful eyes were innocent. "It can't be cleaned ..."

Pei Tingsong grabbed his scrambled hands and leaned over his chest. "Baby, don't worry, I will lick you clean."

After talking, he sticks out his tongue and licks the kiss mark planted on this snowy chest a few days ago, the tip of his tongue twists slowly.

"Hmm ..." Fang Juexia had a strange feeling that he couldn't hide, his chest itchy and his heart itchy. He couldn't grasp it, and he was in a hurry. Pei Tingsong began to kiss him again, from the kiss mark to his pink nipple, which was very beautiful, with his lips covered, the tip of the tongue swirled around the small bump, and occasionally pushed his erect nipple, feeling He was shaking all over.

He stretched his arms around Fang Juexia's back and stroked his smooth back, but his strokes did not play a role in appeasing, but instead made Fang Juexia more restless. His humming sound became more and more pronounced, which was not the same as when he was awake. Alcohol kept him honest, pried open his mouth like a kiss, filled his desire with heart, and diffused again.

"Uncomfortable ..."

Pei Tingsong raised his fingers, rubbing his stiff **** gently with his fingers instead of lips, pretending to ask without knowing, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

He looked closely at the drunk Fang Juexia, blushing, with his mouth open, like a baby chick waiting to feed.

This is a bit cruel, watching a flower in full bloom.

Fang Juexia touched his chest with his hand, and the other side that he didn't take care of, vaguely said, "Here ... and here." He took Pei Tingsong's hand down.

He is half hard.

"Want to kiss, Pei listen to Song, how about kissing me?" He asked Ai Ai in his expectation, his eyes wet.

Pei Tingsong pushed the boat down the water and rubbed under him, rubbing and stopping, "Please."

Drunk Fang Juexia has little ability to think, he can only express.

"I beg you."

Pei Tingsong kissed him as expected. It was an aggressive kiss, with the tip of the tongue prying off the tusks, going to the softest and deepest place, to entangle Fang Juexia's wet tongue, and the strawberry flavor and alcohol made him dizzy.

When love is hard to bear, even kisses evoke souls.

Fang Juexia was softly kissed by him, and the animals hummed vaguely. His mind became very small. The best at school age was imitation, so he also learned to lick and kiss each other like Pei Tingsong, and the hot tongue stirred each other. , Kissed moans and water sounds one after another, like the waves.

Pei Tingsong did not intend to make him feel so good, and forced to leave, deliberately saying, "enough."

"Not enough!" Fang Juexia hugged him all at once, rolled over and pressed Pei Tingsong underneath, forcing a kiss. Pei Tingsong was overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, "Wait, wait."

"Don't wait!" Fang Juexia bowed his head and kissed. Pei Tingsong could only follow his wishes, eating his tongue and lips soft and swollen. When he kissed, he fell on his body and became a puddle. Strawberry smoothie, only syrup left

Stick to the chest.

It's too hot, and Pei Tingsong has been hardened by him. He stretched his arms to the bedside table and opened the bottom cabinet.

I brought some kits and lubricants from the apartment before. I joked that Fang Juexia must do it once. At that time, Fang Juexia did not agree, but Pei Tingsong secretly hid in his bottom drawer.

I didn't expect it to come in handy.

"Kiss, kiss me quickly."

After finally getting the lubricant, Pei Tingsong kissed him, while holding Fang Juexia to himself, taking off his pants, the red stripe was lying on his chest like a baby, and his legs were kneeling apart on his crotch side. They are like two weird people who are thirsty so that they can only rely on each other's saliva to survive. When kissing, they seem to be comforting and nibbling.

Pei Tingsong rubbed his buttocks, and the other hand touched his collapsed back emotionally, and felt his voice sound. Can't see clearly, he squeezed the lubrication to Fang Juexia's coccyx vertebrae. The translucent smooth liquid ran down the seam of the buttocks, and the fingertips were wrapped in honey paste to rub the hole.

"... Huh?" Fang Juexia felt something, like a half-clear illusion, feeling in a trance that he was going to be eaten. Pei Tingsong kissed his lips, "I'm going in, baby."

He rarely calls Baby Fang Jue Xia in bed, but his drunken appearance is completely a baby, which even deepens Pei Tingsong's guilt.

But he likes guilt.

"You call me baby ..." Half of the fingers underneath have stirred into the vortex in his body, Fang Juexia said innocently, "Who is your baby?"

"Juexia is my baby." Pei Tingsong kissed him, and tucked it in again, so that Fang Juexia twisted up like a little snake, rubbing the **** in Pei Tingsong's pants below.

"Don't move, be a little better." Pei Tingsong expanded his right hand, holding his back with his left hand and fixed it, coaxing in his mouth, "Is it good to call you bb?"

The mother tongue always carries some special feelings, which will evoke the greatest emotions.

He subconsciously felt that he was really Pei Tingsong's baby, he would be held in his palm and kissed to melt.

Fang Juexia liked the title very much. When he was lying on his body with three fingers stuck in his breath, he was still sticky and thinking, "bb, I'm bb."

"Yes, you are the best bb, you are the most beautiful and obedient ..."

Fang Juexia has never been so uncomfortable. He seems to be drowning, but also seems to be seriously ill. His body is empty, hot and hot, and itchy. So he wriggled and wanted to rub against Pei Tingsong's skin, flicking his clothes, and pulling his clothes, Pei Tingsong's trousers, and soft hands holding the hot and swollen **** organs. Fang Juexia was a little afraid.

As soon as he let go, Pei Tingsong saw the panic on his face and asked him deliberately, "bb, what did you find?"

After asking him, he just found the sensitive point of the soft and soft channel, and scratched itchingly, "What is it?"

Fang Juexia shook and fell on his chest, grabbed the front of his chest like a child, and gave an answer that was also very young, "Little chicken ..."

Pei Tingsong suddenly became unhappy, his temple jumped straight, and wanted to press him to **** in, but he still refrained, holding Fang Juexia's hand to touch his penis, "Are you small?"

Fang Juexia said honestly, "Not small, very big."

"Is that a big cock?"

Fang Juexia snorted with him, but nodded obediently, "Well, big cock."

"Want to eat?" Pei Tingsong slowly scratched his G point, such induction is always effective, so Fang Juexia nodded, he did not know how to eat, what to eat, but what Pei Tingsong said was like a curse It is the teaching of Zun Zun, and it is a command that cannot be disobeyed.

The drunken person had a confused memory, and there was a shuffled card in his mind. He suddenly picked up a card and thought, he said, "You say, be fair, you say we are each one, you kiss me, I want to kiss go back."

Suddenly saying this, Pei Tingsong nodded, "Yeah."

"You, you pressed me under and bullied me many times," Fang Juexia's eyes were red, "I haven't, I don't want to go back ..."

As soon as the words fell, Pei Tingsong picked him up, "This will let you bully back, you are on it, bully me as much as you want, okay?"

The tiger's mouth that was once bitten by Fang Juexia more than once is pinched at the waist, and the bedside lamp shone on his white skin, glowing brightly, as if he was holding a body that was not eager for love, but a hot moonlight.

Moonlight is cold, but it also belongs to the night, moaning with **** is even more beautiful.

"Ah, ah ..." Fang Juexia's body was stretched, and he slowly ate his lover into his stomach.

The moon is a hole in the night, and so is he. He pulled out the lollipop of the white stick, and the crystal body was empty, leaving only one eye. So he asked Pei Tingsong to come in and compensate him like the original owner.

This sugar will come alive and will melt.

Without strength, he leaned back and his lover's shape protruded from the white belly. He is a weird and **** living porcelain.

This is the first time he is sitting, so free. This is also the first time he has had **** naively, **** without care. Alcohol makes him not suppress his emotions. When he feels uncomfortable, he cries and sheds tears when he wants to cry.

Pei Tingsong endured sweating on his forehead, raised his waist and kissed him, "It will be fine soon, just kiss it, right?"

Fang Juexia nodded, her tears still flowing down, like a child who is afraid of pain, her birthmark is so beautifully red, "It's uncomfortable ... inside ..." What? Are you comfortable? "

He was screamed and shouted, regardless of the call, Pei Tingsong vaguely worried, maybe the door opened next moment, their teammates came back, saw Fang Juexia riding on him, saw them like two beasts Interact like that. But this worry turned into a catalyst to stimulate hormones at this moment.

After a lot of ups and downs, Pei Tingsong was sucked into the scalp by the mouth under him. It was too tender and too tight. The lower back and abdominal muscles were tight and tight, happy and uncomfortable, "bb, do n’t you want to bully me? ? You come by yourself? "

What he said was very tempting. Fang Jue Xia Man's mind is fair, all bullying back.

Yes, he will bully back.

"Um ..." Fang Juexia put one hand on Pei Tingsong's chest, and the other hand held his raised hip bones back, his waist slightly, and his elongated neck had a fragile beauty. His waist wafted back and forth like water, and he couldn't tell whether it was the dancer's instinct or pure desire. The sharp weapon buried in his body sharply rubbed the most sensitive point, and the desire became more and more rampant. "Ah ... ah, So comfortable ... "

"Baby, Jue Xia," Pei Tingsong supported his waist and pushed twice with great joy, tempting him to call his husband.

"Ah, um ... husband ..."

He is the most subtle combination of simplicity and lust.

The waist swings more and more, just like his moan. The poor **** in front of Fang Juexia finally stood up under the stimulation of the back point, and as the waist was flicked, the liquid dripped in front.

He became a cracked honey pot, ticking out honey.

"Ah, my husband, I'm so uncomfortable, I can't do it, I can't do it ..."

Feeling the channel tightened suddenly, Fang Juexia had no energy and collapsed on him. Pei Tingsong knew that he had been climaxing, so he embraced him tightly with his arms and pushed up from the sensitive to the ultimate wet nest, Every sound

The low-pitched tail sounds were mixed with the sound of gasping, and it was sexy.

They were about to explode, rubbing, the friction wrapped in mucus put the pleasure to infinity, the sound of water and moans flooded in the middle of the night, Fang Juexia was nailed to his body, and was thrown into the clouds, and the only place where they were connected was turning out the meat He Baimo, he is alive, and is on the verge of dying.

"Too deep, too deep ... Listen to the song, listen to the song ..."

In the blur, he repeatedly called Pei Tingsong's name, full of breath, and lascivious, and soft, Pei Tingsong turned him down, changed his posture to insert it deeper, and lifted his long legs over his shoulders. Tampering, thrusting, listening to his childish crying, the child asked for a hug like that, and then ejaculated, returning all the accumulated desires to his lover.

He is a rare childish lover

At the end, Pei Tingsong's mobile phone rang by coincidence. It was his set alarm clock, and it was a minute at 12 o'clock in the morning. In order to remind him not to forget to bless him on the first second of his birthday.

The original plan was well thought out, he would like to pinch adolescent boys to send blessings to those he likes.

But now the person he likes is in his arms, drunk and he is crying. Pei Tingsong patted his back to coax him, "Baby, happy birthday, you grow up one year old."

Fang Juexia's eyelids were a little swollen. Looking up at him, the feeling of trembling had passed, but he was still talking. "Birth, birthday, I have a birthday."

"Yes, your birthday." Pei Tingsong kissed his birthmark, "Thank you for coming to this world, let me meet you."

"Then, are you my gift?" Fang Juexia looked at him and pursed her lips.

Pei Tingsong didn't expect him to say that, he even felt a little worried, "Is it? Can I count it as a gift?"

"You can." Fang Juexia nodded seriously, "Because I like you, you, you are better than any other gift."

He held Fang Juexia, just like holding the world.

No, better than the whole world.

Fang Juexia was so tired that he was coaxed to sleep for a while. When he slept well enough, Pei Tingsong lightened up and brought hot water to help him clean, as carefully as he treated the most precious porcelain. When he was almost ready, he hugged again and hugged him to his room, letting him sleep on his clean bed.

The smell in Pei Tingsong's quilt made Fang Juexia feel at ease, he didn't struggle so much, he adapted to this new dream cocoon, leaving Pei Tingsong cleaned up and down, and the cover sheets were washed all over.

The little master who had to rely on Fang Juexia's help to make the bed had already taken care of people.

Finding out the new bedding, Pei Tingsong was so tired that he didn't plan to move the baby lump back, so he went directly to his room and got into the quilt that Fang Juexia warmed.

He thought a lot of lies to cope with the doubts of his teammates tomorrow. Anyway, Fang Jue Xia was drunk and could push everything on him.

After carrying the pot without knowing the little moon, he felt that Pei Tingsong had come in and turned over and hugged him obediently. The two leaned against each other and fell into a dream.

Pei Tingsong overestimated the self-control of his teammates. When he woke up, there was no one in the dormitory. They guessed that they probably couldn't drink and slept directly in the luxury box.

At eight in the morning, it was a good time to get back to sleep, but Pei Tingsong started.

He has something more important than sleep to prepare.

At noon, the tired Fang Jue Xia Cai woke up in a daze. He was still wondering that he felt hugged when he slept, and how he woke up would be his own.

Is he dreaming?

After a while, he realized that the pattern of the bed sheet was unfamiliar, and he was on Pei Tingsong's bed. At first it was a bit ignorant, and then Fang Juexia remembered everything, and could not help but get upset with a scalded face.

This time his waist was sore, and Fang Juexia was uncomfortable walking, walking slowly back in slippers.

"Pei Tingsong?"

No one responded to him. The dormitory seemed to be empty, even if the others didn't, Pei Tingsong wasn't there anymore. He called again, and no one answered.

His bed sheets were drying on the balcony of the living room, and no one would do it except Pei Tingsong. Guessing this, he might go shopping, or he might be called away by Qiang brother, Fang Juexia decided to wash first.

So Fang Juexia walked back to his room, and as soon as he pushed the door, the curtain of the balcony was stirred by the wind, like a huge white curtain.

The phone shook a few times, Fang Juexia walked over and saw many birthday wishes, familiar people, unfamiliar people, and their names flooded into this small screen all at once.

Fang Juexia thanked them one by one, and finally saw Xiaowen's WeChat.

[Xiaowen: Juexia! happy Birthday! By the way, Qiang Brother asked you to post a Weibo, just thank you! ]

He responded well and logged in on Weibo, saying thank you, he really sent a thank you. I wanted to quit after sending it, but my finger slipped subconsciously and refreshed the homepage.

I accidentally saw a media that I followed before and sent a message for the anniversary.

[@ 一 闻 平台: Today is June 26, International Anti-Drug Day. Cherish life and stay away from poisons. ]

Fang Juexia stared at this short line of words, carefully looked at it for a long time, then opened it and looked at the picture attached below, then turned off the picture.

This coincidence seems to be doomed.

But at least, he will no longer feel that these two words are so dazzling, so daunting, and there will always be some irony, but it is not impossible to face it.

[@Kaleido Fang Juexia: Repost Weibo. ]

This is the first time he has forwarded what he wants to forward without the urging of his broker.

He will always remember.

The room was dull and felt a little breathless. Fang Juexia used to open the curtain during the day to breathe, so this time too, when he brushed and opened the curtain, he stayed in place.

His small garden is full of snow-white eustoma. On the branches of jasmine are gardenias and chrysanthemums, as are geraniums and pansy, all over the place, like snowdrifts.

Even the erect cactus has an eustoma in it.

Fang Juexia picked them up one by one, and finally harvested a whole bouquet of snow-colored bouquets. The last branch rested on the cactus. He squatted down and saw a more bow on the cactus flowerpot, like a small gift.

Only then did he discover that there was a large dark blue box behind the original cactus, large and hidden in flowers and plants. He removed the cactus and opened the lid. On top was a white book.

Fang Juexia turned over and saw the first page with the words Happy Birthday written on it, which is his most familiar handwriting, beautiful and publicized. Turning inward, every piece in the original is the handwriting of Pei Tingsong, one by one, all the poems he wrote.

He said, give him everything.

Fang Juexia's heart was suddenly full, and he didn't even dare to take a closer look, closing the paper. He thought of the afternoon before at the hotel, Pei Tingsong told his grandfather's story, he said he wrote a whole unsuccessful love poem.

Now Pei Tingsong has done the same thing. He really put together all the words written for him and gave them as gifts. Inside is his talent, his thoughts and desires late at night.

There is a small box under the notebook with a small USB flash drive that Fang Juexia recognized. This is his own USB flash drive, the one he stored the demo at that time, and was taken away by Pei Tingsong.

Feeling a bit strange, Fang Juexia took it out, walked to the table, put the bouquets and poetry on the table, turned on the computer, and opened the contents of the USB flash drive.

The file name is [to: fjx]

This is a video. The material in the video seems to be some years old. At the beginning, it was a two- or three-year-old kid sitting in the garden. The sunlight was good, and his eyes narrowed.

Fang Juexia heard an aging voice calling him Xiao Song. The child turned back, raised his young fist, and called grandpa, his eyes curved and smiled, and the crescent was as cute.

It turned out that Pei Tingsong was a child. Seeing this scene, Fang Juexia's heart was about to change, and he unknowingly moved closer, staring at the child intently.

As if he were involved in his past.

The background sound is a soft piece of music. He saw the house where Pei Tingsong lived when he was a child. It was very beautiful. He saw the swimming pool where he said that he had drowned rainbow trout. Stepping on, giving a childish laughter, and riding on my grandfather's neck in midsummer, extending my little hand to pick apricots.

It was all sunshine when I grabbed it.

Those times he felt missed were all sorted out by him and placed here.

Fang Juexia's heart collapsed into a small piece, as if the child stepped on his apex, soft. In a trance, he heard his heartbeat, not from his chest, but by his ears. The background music has changed, adding his sampled heartbeat.

He saw that Pei Tingsong grew up a little bit, and gradually changed from a very young child to a teenager. Every moment of change was recorded. In this video, but he cut it out and put it here. Repeated.

It's all Iloveyou, every sentence is reflected in the heartbeat.

When he was a child, he said sweetly that he loved you, probably to his grandfather. There are also some mischievous voices after growing up, using accent and tone, deliberately making funny, and when he is sad, when he is wronged, when he reads a book unconsciously when he reads his voice.

In the end, when he was a boy, he was lying in front of a white sickbed, his shoulder blades propped up his empty shirt. He wept, clenched his fingers on the sheets, and said the last sentence of Iloveyou.

The picture suddenly turned black, leaving only the heartbeat in the background sound to resonate with Fang Juexia.

Fang Juexia suddenly found that she was in tears.

"Iloveyou." He suddenly heard a confession, a completely different voice than before, not the voice of a young child, nor the fragile and confused voice of a teenager. It was mature him, and he was familiar with Fang Juexia.

He spoke softly and tenderly, in the dark picture again and again.

This situation made Fang Juexia think of his darkness, safety and warmth, and every word of love collided with the heartbeat, making him more sour.

The subconscious inertial time tells Fang Juexia that he said Iloveyou 22 times in total.

The screen suddenly turned on, and Pei Tingsong's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes, so beautiful, it was a face that should be loved by everyone.

But his eyes only looked at him, with the most frank and warm love.

"Jue Xia, I wish you a happy 23rd birthday."

In the end, he spoke 23 times.

"I love you."