Midsummer of Eden

Chapter 29

The lights in the ward had been turned off, leaving only a dim yellow desk lamp beside the bed—it was brought by the assistant to read yesterday, but he did not take it away.

The door of the ward was locked, and the noise in the corridor gradually died down.At night, when the time comes, the patients all go back to their rooms to rest.

In the confined space, a hidden and unknown aura slowly spread.

There was a rustling sound, very ambiguous and intriguing.The window was opened a crack, the curtains were lifted slightly, and calm returned.

Zhang Chi gasped a bit unbearably: "No, Jueming, no."

The other person didn't speak, seemed to laugh lightly, and then heard Zhang Chi gasp, as if trying to endure something.

"Don't make trouble, your legs..."

In the dimness, there is a dense and deep texture——Yin Jueming's intact leg is wrapped around his slack waist from bottom to top, as if he is acting like a baby, and his heels are slowly rubbing his slack buttocks, which is very different. Mean something else.

He's always been a good inducer, obfuscator.

The fingertips traced down the stretched and naked chest, twisted on the point on the chest, stayed for a while, and then continued down.His touch was indistinct, the place where it passed was tingling, and then continued down, across the straight cock, held on the pouch below, and slowly teased.

"Jueming." Zhang Chi warned for the last time, reaching out to hold him down.

Yin Jueming's voice was hoarse, and seemed to have a certain dark texture: "Brother, you seem to be better than before. You come, I will cooperate with you, and nothing will happen."

Because of this sentence, Zhang Chi couldn't stand it anymore.Head groggy.

He arched his lower body, and the undulating lines of his muscles were beautiful under the dim light, as if the texture of a fine marble sculpture had been polished and polished, which made one not fascinated.

Yin Jueming raised his head deeply, drawing a beautiful curve from his chin to his collarbone, and his chest rose and fell.The hospital gown on his body has been completely opened, revealing a clean and smooth body, all the pants have been taken off, and the cloth is stuck and piled up on his leg that is in plaster.

This torso looks light, suspiciously weightless, but the other leg, which is in plaster, looks clumsy and cute.It's as if such elements shouldn't appear on him, but it's also such a contrast that makes him feel absurdly beautiful under the contrast.

Zhang Chi kissed the cast on Yin Jueming's calf, and licked it along the gauze——

Yin Jueming looked at the light refracted in his eyes, the light of the invader, and suddenly felt a bone-biting itch from where he touched, and he could feel it even through the plaster.

It wasn't an itch that was healing, but something that was about to move in the bone marrow... Yin Jueming had goose bumps all over his body.

Yin Jueming's other leg was caught in the gaping tiger's mouth, and he opened it and pushed it up, so that he could bury his head between his legs, sucking and licking.

The unabashed sucking sound, as well as Yin Jueming's lowering his head to see his slowly rising and falling back muscles, as well as his own legs lifted by his pinch, all let the pleasure caused by the strong vision attack his brain.

"But...it's okay." At this moment, Yin Jueming suddenly let out a little exclamation, and his whole body shrank for a moment.

This touched his injured leg and it hurt a little.

But Yin Jueming didn't make a sound, the feeling was so wonderful, it was addictive, and he didn't want to spoil the interest.

He tried to groan softly, biting his wrist.On the back of his hand, there was still damnably the medical tape left over from the daytime injection, which cast a morbid beauty on him.

Zhang Chi ignored Yin Jueming, his tongue extended further down.He knew there was no rose-scented hand cream in this place, or anything else.

For convenience, Zhang Chi's angle of holding the leg was higher, forcing Yin Jueming to expose everything in front of him.

Perhaps this gesture was too shameful, Yin Jueming turned his head away, unable to speak elegant and calm teasing words, he buried half of his face in the pillow.There was the smell of disinfectant all over there.

When it was about the same time, Zhang Chi put down Yin Jueming's leg, and the bend of the leg was pinched red by him.

Yin Jueming opened his hospital gown, and his thin trousers hung on his plastered leg. Not only was that leg clumsy, but it was slowly wrapped in gauze.

However, his legs were spread wide, the thighs were sticky and wet, and his genitals and back holes were dark red, obviously his body had been opened.There was a bit of blood on the gauze on the back of his hand, and the injection tube next to him was dangling from his touch. The whole person looked... not only messed up, but also outrageously lewd.

Looking at him like this, Zhang Chi slowly climbed up from below, unconsciously licked the corners of his lips, stroked back Yin Jueming's loose hair, lifted his face from the pillow, held his face in his palm, kiss.

He still had his taste in his mouth, moist, thick, and irresistibly tempting.

Yin Jueming stretched out his arms and put them on Zhang Chi's back, quite suggestive, and as if expressing some kind of emotion, while kissing Zhang Chi, he scratched Zhang Chi's shoulder blade.

Cat-like strength, but maddening.

Zhang Chi raised his upper body, lowered his head to lick his chest, Yin Jueming straightened up, stroked his head, and scratched his waist again.

Zhang Chi fumbled to find the infusion tube next to him, he pulled it off ruthlessly, and tied Yin Jueming's hands together with a bow tie loosely.

Yin Jueming was having a good time teasing, he was stunned for a moment, and raised his hands to look at the infusion tube tied to his wrist.

Zhang Chiguang gave up after just one glance, hung Yin Jueming's legs on his waist, looked into his eyes, and lowered his waist——

Yin Jueming let out a low moan that was almost whimpering, and licked his loose ears.

Zhang Chi's movements froze, he stepped back, and then suddenly rushed forward.

The good leg curled around his waist and flinched.

"slower."

"Pain?" Zhang Chi asked.

"Legs... can't use any strength."

Zhang Chi turned his head and saw the other leg, which was being straightened pitifully under the plaster cast, his toes curled up unbearably, but he couldn't break free from the shackles, he could only bear the joy in this form.

The movements became gentler, but the genitals buried in the opponent's body seemed to be harder and hotter.

Although the movements were gentle, the speed of relaxation gradually increased.He didn't dare to open and close, for fear of hurting Yin Jueming, his movements were suppressed, but his desire was real.

Yin Jueming was made to move slightly on the hospital bed by Zhang Chi, and kept moaning uncontrollably.

"younger brother……"

"Ok?"

"You seem to be special today..." Yin Jueming raised his body, his hair wet with sweat was coiled on his forehead, and he leaned closer to Zhang Chi's ear, "Hard."

Zhang Chi cursed secretly, the color in his eyes seemed to deepen.

As if realizing that no matter how unscrupulously teasing and provoking, Yin Jueming's smile will not be severely punished.

Zhang Chi held Yin Jueming's crotch with both hands, and carefully adjusted his posture so as not to touch his injured leg.

After a while, he swung his waist again.The slight rhythm and the ambiguous grinding made Yin Jueming push his Zhangchi belly unbearably.

The muscles there were strong, and there were even tendons spreading. He pressed his hands against it, but it was useless, unable to stop any movement of relaxation.

Every impact of his crotch, every penetration, every crushing and invasion, let the pleasure go along the nerve center of the body to the brain.

Too late to think, excessive joy, with a little bit of pain, seems to be suffocating.

Seen from the rear, the man's vigorous body is pressed against the somewhat sick person below him.

His hips kept shrinking, his waist was heavy, and he was between the man's casted legs, and the casted calf swayed awkwardly and helplessly with his body's upright movement, and his exposed toes were occasionally hurt. Unceasingly curled up, from time to time to open forcefully, round.

There was an infusion tube tied to the man's wrist, and the infusion tube was like some kind of pornographic ornament at the moment, occasionally touching Zhang Chi's hot body, it was icy cold, causing him to shiver.

Then it moved more violently.

This is a secret, depressive, and seemingly morbid sex.

In the end, Yin Jueming's body moved more and more, and some will collapsed and kept pulling Zhang Chi down, kissing him——when the climax was approaching.

Zhang Chi even waved his hand away, and gently pressed that excited and dishonest leg backwards—at the same time, he kept on lowering himself, sending himself deep into Yin Jueming's body, continuing to create joy and crush his body. will.

The leg in the cast was firmly restrained and looked pitiful.

Suddenly Yin Jueming groaned softly, slightly, and then couldn't make a sound.

The room was terribly quiet for two or three seconds, and then Yin Jueming found the air and gasped heavily.

That hand was still firmly holding his leg, but the intact leg, following his silence, kicked twice on the bed sheet as if struggling vigorously, and then relaxed.

It was obvious that Zhang Chi had reached the point where the arrow was on the string, he withdrew from his body, knelt between his legs, supported the hospital bed with one hand, and fiddled with him quickly.

Yin Jueming was panting, his face was covered with sweat, and his face was reddened by lust.

His hands were still bound by transparent and soft infusion tubes, he pushed his loose hands away, and used his bound hands to fiddle with him like this.

After a few strokes, Zhang Chi's whole body tensed up, and he knelt and crawled, handing himself into Yin Jueming's hands.

As the pinch on Yin Jueming's waist got closer, and at a certain moment, Zhang Chi's body tensed to the extreme.

He cums on his belly.

Yin Jueming gasped for breath and smiled, and broke away from the infusion tube in his hand: "What is your hobby?"

"What's your hobby, huh? Scratching and scratching." Zhang Chi's voice was still hoarse after an orgasm, and his words were extremely sexy.

Yin Jueming was dripping with sweat, but he smiled and wiped his cheek vigorously, deliberately wiping away the essence on his belly with a childish gesture.

It just became more and more messy, and under the light of the desk lamp, the belly was smooth and smooth.

"It's crazy, it's unbearable." Zhang Chi's voice became hoarse, and he leaned over to grab Yin Jueming's chin, and gave a long and lingering kiss.

The two reunited after a long absence and had a kiss, but it was troublesome to clean up afterward.

Zhang Chi found a wet towel, wiped Yin Jueming's entire body, and carefully cleaned his back.

By the time both of them were refreshed, it was almost early morning.

"Go to sleep." Zhang Chi patted Yin Jueming, signaling him not to worry about tomorrow.

The next day, when Yin Jueming woke up, Zhang Chi went to buy breakfast and left a message on his cell phone.

Yin Jueming yawned in boredom, thinking whether he should get out of bed alone or not.

Just as he was looking at the crutches on the wall and was about to move, someone suddenly opened the door and came in.

It turned out to be Qin Shuo.

"What's the matter with that surnamed Zhang, you didn't let me come over all day yesterday, you and him—" Qin Shuo was talking about something, staring at a certain place with a fucking expression, and the words was interrupted.

Yin Jueming followed Qin Shuo's gaze and moved to his lap.

On the injured leg, on the white and clumsy plaster, the names of Yin Jueming and Zhang Chi were written with a marker pen, and a huge heart was drawn in the middle.

I'm afraid that people in the world don't know.

Yin Jueming stared at it for two seconds, then laughed out loud.

Looking at Qin Shuo with a black face, Yin Jueming stopped intermittently, but still couldn't stop laughing: "Don't you think, don't you think it's cute?"