MTL - I Have Everything You Like-Chapter 26 , Notre Dame

For a long time, Yan Rong was tired from crying, her head was a little dizzy, and her throat was a little sore. He cried too hard.

He released all the longing and grievances he had endured during the week of separation.

Wang Jin's shirt was wet from his crying, and the moist and warm fabric was against his face, which was not very comfortable, but he didn't want to move.

He maintained the position just now, buried his face on Wang Jin's shoulder, and held Wang Jin with both hands.

They are also bound together in the most intimate way possible.

He offered to have sex, but he didn't really want to have sex.

He just has a legitimate reason to hug Wang Jin or be hugged by Wang Jin.

He misses Wang Jin, not only his sexual organs.

How much he misses, only he knows.

Wang Jin misses him too, he feels it. So, does Wang Jin like him?

A week ago, he thought the answer to this question was important to him, and now he doesn't think so.

What does it matter if you like it or not? He likes Wang Jin, that's enough.

Wang Jin will not reject him, at least until he becomes old and ugly, as long as he wants, Wang Jin will maintain the current relationship with him.

And this relationship is "exclusive", Wang Jin is not someone else's, but his.

Wang Jin's gentleness and thoughtfulness, mature and sexy, all belong to him and belong to him alone.

He rubbed his cheek against Wang Jin's neck.

In this self-comfort like Ah Q's spiritual victory method, he also felt happiness.

Although this happiness is still very small, it is like a kind of fire, ignited in his heart, warm and bright.

Wang Jin listened to his breathing gradually calming down, and then asked, "Are you finished crying?"

Yan Rong felt ashamed again and was embarrassed to answer.

Wang Jin asked again: "Do you still want to do it?"

He is still in Yan Rong, of course Yan Rong can feel his hardness and heat.

Yan Rong tried it, but she couldn't twist her waist, so she whispered: "I don't have the strength, come on."

Wang Jin kissed his face before pinching his waist, moving slowly, running through him from bottom to top, from slow to fast, deeper and more intense.

I did it once on the sofa, Wang Jin carried him upstairs in this position, and halfway through the stairs, friction made the two of them enter the state again.

They stopped at the corner, Yan Rong was pressed against the wall of beige patterned wallpaper Chenghuan, his arms wrapped around Wang Jin's neck, and his separated legs hung on Wang Jin's waist, Under the violent collision and pleasure, the naked calf kept twitching, and fine beads of sweat spread on the white skin, crystal clear and erotic.

After finishing, the two took a shower together. Wang Jin dried his hair first, and then dried his own.

He lay sideways on the bed and kept looking at Wang Jin.

Wang Jin blew almost, turned off the hair dryer, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Rong hid her face under the quilt, only showing her eyes, and said, "You are very handsome."

Wang Jin smiled: "Well, you are handsome too."

Both of them know that they are outstanding, and they both think that the other's appearance matches their own.

Yan Rong was a little happy, she pulled the quilt higher and covered her head.

Wang Jin went downstairs again, tidied up the stairs and sofa, and then came back to sleep.

Yan Rong was still covering his head.

Wang Jin knew that he hadn't slept, and said, "Don't sleep with your head covered, it's not good for your health."

Yan Rong showed her face, and the rest was still tightly wrapped, like a silkworm baby.

Wang Jin lay down beside him.

Neither of them spoke, their thoughts were different.

After a while, Wang Jin said, "Give me half a quilt."

Yan Rong gave it to him.

Wang Jin pulled half of the quilt to cover himself, and groped for Yan Rong's hand in the quilt.

Yan Rong didn't move or speak, she was a little desperate and a little expectant, thinking that Wang Jinzhou was going to seduce him again, it was all a routine.

Wang Jin asked softly, "Why did you cry just now?"

Yan Rong pursed her lips, not wanting to answer.

Wang Jin said: "Why don't you let me pick you up this weekend?"

Yan Rong's heart skipped a beat, and she changed her routine.

Wang Jin clenched his hand a little and said, "The question you asked me last week, do you still want to know the answer?"

Yan Rong was stunned.

Wang Jin turned to look at him.

He didn't dare to look at Wang Jin, his heart beat a little faster, and his eyes stared at the ceiling without blinking.

Wang Jin's free hand came out from under the quilt, and pulled his chin to turn his face away.

Fight eyes.

Yan Rong's eyes almost immediately became wet, he didn't want it, but he couldn't control it at all.

Wang Jin smiled, the fold at the corner of his eyes made him look more gentle, he said, "Don't cry, or I won't say it."

Yan Rong tried her best to open her eyes, but tears still slipped out of the corners of her eyes.

Wang Jin wiped his tears with his thumb, and said softly, "I told you not to cry."

Yan Rong's tears flowed violently, but he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that he would say something wrong, and he was even more afraid that he would misunderstand what Wang Jin meant.

Wang Jin is... what does that mean?

He waited for Wang Jin to speak like he was waiting for the sentence.

Wang Jin looked at him with a smile and said softly, "I like it."

Yan Rong blinked his eyes very slowly.

The small flames beating in his heart, hula, lit up the whole world.

After a moment of silence.

He rushed over and hugged Wang Jin hard.

Wang Jin was hit by his chin, frowned helplessly and smiled, and hugged him back.

Yan Rong choked a little and said, "Wang Jinzhou, don't lie to me."

Wang Jin patted his back and said, "It's the puppies who lie."

Yan Rong felt that it was not enough, and added: "It's a turtle bastard."

Wang Jin couldn't help laughing and said, "Well, turtle bastard."

Yan Rong hugged harder and asked, "What do you like about me?"

Wang Jin deliberately said: "It's cool to get up."

Yan Rong opened his mouth and bit his neck.

Wang Jin screamed in pain.

Yan Rong buried her face in his neck and laughed softly.

Wang Jin will not say liking to people easily. He knows.

He must be very fond of him, and so does he.

He fell asleep in Wang Jin's arms, although his eyelashes were still wet, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Jin turned off the light very lightly, but did not fall asleep like Yan Rong.

He likes Yan Rong more than he ever imagined before tonight.

He has not only **** for Yan Rong, but also possessiveness. He imagines other people wanting his Yan Rong. way to accept.

Yan Rong is too young, he needs to be protected and pampered. Before he grows up, Wang Jin hopes that he is the one who protects and pampers him.

In spite of this, he is willing to be an important passer-by in Yanrong's growth process.

He is willing to walk with Yan Rong for a period of his life, until he can no longer attract Yan Rong.

In the darkness, Wang Jin stared at Yan Rong's outline and smiled self-deprecatingly.

After so many years, he is still suffering from the disease of the Virgin Mary.