bedroom literature

Chapter 80

He grabbed a piece of paper, hurriedly wiped Liu Sheng's mouth clean, carried him out, and threw him on the bed.Jiang Qiwen intertwined his fingers with one hand and raised Liu Sheng's hands.He kissed every wound on his body, big and small, new and old.

Jiang Qiwen was afraid of hurting him, so he kissed him lightly.

But Liu Sheng said, "You're ooc."

Jiang Qiwen understood, biting, licking and kissing each bruise.

Liu Sheng suffered pain again and again, but felt relieved in the pain.

Pain is the most reassuring emotion.

"Love me when I'm dirty, everyone loves me when I'm clean." Shostakovich said.

Jiang Qiwen came to pick him up, to a place where his former self could no longer find him.

It's finally here.

Liu Sheng kissed him back, and silently endured the invasion of his fingers, Liu Sheng who was playing with his sensitive area couldn't help shaking, almost screaming, his white and soft legs kicked wildly.

"Hmm...Brother Jiang..."

Liu Sheng took a deep breath, and Jiang Qiwen immediately comforted him, began to suck his tender earlobe, provocatively provocative with his tongue, and kissed extremely erotic.Liu Sheng swayed back and forth between pain and pleasure, unable to land on the ground, and made some messy sounds, like a snowflake swaying in the air, babbling and babbling vigorously.

Dangling in the air in a daze, Jiang Qiwen pulled his hand out at some point.

Liu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, but an even more terrifying existence stepped forward.

Liu Sheng, who had just learned about the size, panicked, "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, wait a minute..."

"My wife has grown up." Jiang Qiwen pushed himself up against Liu Sheng's chest, "It can be done."

This moment made Liu Sheng's whole body shudder, and the pained moans before softened up, and there was even a hint of uncontrollable crying.

Jiang Qiwen pressed Liu Sheng's back against his chest, while speaking gentle words, he pressed hard at the same time.

"It seems that the previous control training is useful.

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"You've done a good job, hold on for me again?

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"Ma'am, you're more slutty than any character you've ever written."

"To shut up……"

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Seeing how messed up he was, Liu Sheng complained like a gnat, "It's too much."

"Didn't you insist on not letting me wear it just now?" Jiang Qiwen was aggrieved, "You didn't even let me wear it in your novels."

"Are you catering to my novels?" Liu Sheng looked at him sideways, "Don't you have any sexual fetishes of your own..."

"Top erotic novels can change people's sexuality." Jiang Qiwen said with a smile.

"So... in the classic literature... you persuaded yourself to let go," Liu Sheng spoke slowly because of his lack of energy, and his eyelids began to twitch. "Is it because of... my Danmei novel?"

"No," Jiang Qiwen said, "It's because I fell in love with you."

Liu Sheng didn't speak any more, maybe he fell asleep without hearing it.

But maybe it was heard anyway.

Because his sleeping face is so stretched, it really looks like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.

And the one beside him leaning on his chin and staring at him is the wind buried with fallen leaves.

Yes, who said that the roots of fallen leaves must be the earth?The leaves are buried with the wind.I don't want to know where the destination is destined to go, just to spend the rest of my life with you in the car and horse, that's enough.

From this day on, they really thought about it.

This corner is not seen by the people in the distance, but it is connected with the endless distance, waiting for them to go to the distance in person.

The distance is expensive because it is vast, and it is also expensive because it cannot be seen carefully.The nearer you come, the clearer you see, and the clearer you see, the deeper the pain—like all the solemn truths it surrounds.

So there are always many stages in a person's life.Disenchantment, reenchantment, release vulgarity, return vulgarity.

There is another stage called just in time.

When all the pain returns to sobriety, and sobriety returns to loneliness, that is the best age when I met you.

Destroy it quickly, and build it stumblingly.

This night, the two teenagers completed their own revolution.

To feast, to swear, to drink, to make love—

Li Cheng.

"Changed……"

"What?" Jiang Qiwen was half awake and asked in a daze.

"The inscription... I changed it." Liu Sheng still had the energy to complain in his drunken dream, "I don't want to imitate the Song Dynasty font..."