When he hit the wall, Zhao Gao's back did not hurt as expected. When he came back to his senses, he realized that it was Zhao Zheng who blocked the impact with his palm and then pulled away. He felt vaguely uncomfortable in his heart. The sentiment of metaphor is spreading.
His palms were firmly placed on the back of Zhao Gao's waist and neck. At this moment, he freely let go of all the momentum he had accumulated on his body, making him look extremely aggressive. But if you look closely, this strong There is a slight hint of cherishment in the aggression.
The fit between each other's bodies was close and ambiguous, and the barrier of clothing seemed to be non-existent in this situation, because Zhao Gao could clearly feel the temperature of the other person's body, the texture of the muscles, the elasticity of the skin... in short, everything, those Touches that did not belong to his own body were continuously coming from the place of contact, teasing his sensitive nerves.
When Zhao Gao was trapped in his arms, Zhao Zheng felt his shock and stiffness. Even though he knew that doing this to him at this time was indeed a bit of a predicament, but in this kind of thing, good people cannot take advantage. You must not be a good person if you are cheap. This is obviously a great opportunity, so why not be a good guy?
This is the first time that Zhao has intensified his coup, instead of retreating, he has advanced.
Hearing the approaching footsteps outside, Zhao Zheng lowered his voice and called in a questioning tone: "Xiao Gao?" There was a slight nasal sound in his voice.
Zhao Gao subconsciously raised his voice and said "hmm", and then realized: Yes, this is an advocacy center. How could people who come here not do something? This is the best way to hide from others. After thinking about this, he lowered his tone again and said softly, "Yeah."
After receiving permission, Zhao Zheng secretly took a deep breath. The hand originally placed on the back of Zhao Gao's neck quietly slid to the side of his face, and with a slight force between his fingers, he easily lifted his chin up a little.
Just being forced to raise his head like this, Zhao Gao's heart began to beat wildly. But Zhao Zheng's movements didn't stop for a moment, and without giving him any time to think, he kissed her like a storm before the door was pushed open.
There were all kinds of ways to kiss, but Zhao Zheng chose the deepest, most intense, and even the most indulgent one.
Before Zhao Gao could even feel the touch of lips touching, Zhao Zheng's fiery tongue had already begun to drive in powerfully and domineeringly, shattering all his mental preparations.
The most intimate contact allowed Zhao Zheng to easily feel Zhao Gao's embarrassment, but instead of stopping, he intensified his efforts to roll over Zhao Gao's soft and wet tongue, teasing, sucking, and biting. Flirting and hooking.
He used this method to test Zhao Gao, and at the same time let his mind be filled with a huge sense of satisfaction, leaving no room for too much thinking, ensuring that when the love was strong, it would not be so difficult to control himself that Zhao Gao found himself buried in The burning passion of the heart.
Their auras were intertwined with each other, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom. And a more ambiguous breath also began to spread from the lips and teeth, and quickly spread to the entire room.
The door was knocked open, and the air from outside the house poured in, but it did not dilute the desolate atmosphere in the house at all. In fact, Zhao Zheng was aware of it the moment he opened the door, but instead of stopping immediately, he instead held Zhao Gao's face with both hands, and turned sideways to block him more tightly, thus making the conversation more difficult. The exploration of time becomes deeper and deeper, creating an atmosphere of complete indulgence.
Undoubtedly, the soldiers who came in one after another were all frightened by him.
Soldiers have seen this kind of situation not only in the past, but just now. Many of them were stripped naked and entangled together, but it made people's blood boil, and they lost three souls and lost seven... These two people.
It was an indescribable feeling. Even wearing gorgeous red clothes could not conceal the grace of their appearance. The gesture of kissing is extremely elegant, but the movements can be as passionate as fire. Together with the flowing silk fabric behind them, they form a painting that hovers between the two extremes of explicitness and subtlety.
Now that I think about it, those so-called erotic scenes I saw before are really boring.
When everyone's thoughts were wandering, Zhao Zheng finally reluctantly let go of Zhao Gao, turned his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes dangerously. When he opened them again, the cold light in his eyes was so sharp that he could not look into it. He only heard him say in a deep voice: "Not yet. roll?"
The sound was not that loud, and there was even a bit of laziness and carelessness in the coldness. However, when it was blown into people's ears by the cold wind, it carried enough power to shock people's hearts, making people dare not disobey it at all.
For them, the guests who come here for entertainment are either rich or noble. No one can afford to offend them. If not forced by the superiors, who would be willing to come in and wade into this muddy water?
What's more, the man in front of him exudes a naturally heroic and domineering spirit. Even after the door is pushed open, he still dares to do business unscrupulously, which shows that he is an evil character. If it weren't for the long life, who would an ordinary soldier dare to mess with such a person?
After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, he didn't even bother to give them half of his spare glances. He turned back to look at Zhao Gao. Unexpectedly, this glance almost made him feel ecstasy.
Zhao Gao's eyes were wet, with an emotion that seemed to be touched by nectar and moistened by deep springs, and there was even a hint of vulnerability that was not easy to detect, which was so heart-catching.
The sweat that oozed out made the temples messy and stuck to the side of his face, adding a touch of beauty to Qingjun's face. Further down, the alluring bulge on the slender neck actually had a glimmer of water. A subtle glide from time to time could make Zhao Zheng's breathing freeze and his heart beat uncontrollably.
The red coat on his left shoulder slipped off at some point, revealing a large area of smooth skin. The collarbone line extending from the shoulder socket to the front of the neck is masculine, but under the cover of red clothes, it is a little more seductive and profound.
What lingered on the tip of Zhao Zheng's nose was his unique and reassuring scent, which was clean but also unexpectedly tinged with sexiness.
Even if he is treated like this, Zhao Gao is still Zhao Gao, and there is still no trace of femininity in him. Nothing like a spring peach with dew, or a weak willow supporting the wind will never appear in him at any time. But...how strange it is that his appearance now has more power to stir people's hearts than the expressions of those women.
Seeing such a seductive Zhao Gao, the last bit of Zhao Zheng's consciousness was thrown out of his mind. He licked his lower lip ambiguously, curled the corner of his mouth, and kissed Zhao Gao's left shoulder, which was half-undressed, along the line of his collarbone, to his slender neck, and when he passed over his Adam's apple, he Take a naughty bite. Unexpectedly, his move immediately caused the person in his arms to tremble.
The violent reaction made Zhao Zheng's mouth go dry. He raised his head, held his waist tighter with one hand, and held up Zhao Gao's chin with the other hand and pointed it at the moist and water-colored lips. The lips kissed again.
For him, he could no longer tell whether it was a fake show or a fake show. He only knew that he should try his best to get as many opportunities as possible before those people closed the door.
The soldiers saw that he had no intention of stopping in front of so many people. You look at me, I look at you, both of them are blushing. But there are always people who are curious about what the person in his arms looks like, and reluctantly look around for a long time, but they can't even see a clear silhouette. As a result, people feel as if they are in a dream, and they can't distinguish between fiction and reality.
One after another, people came to their senses and stumbled away. Occasionally, someone stumbled over the threshold because they were reluctant to look away, tripping several people in succession.
Zhao Zheng seemed not to have heard anything. He held the lean waist of the person in his arms with one hand, slowed down and licked and pecked his lips, then calmly went deep, hooked the tip of his tongue and sucked and swallowed softly, thinking Use this method to infect his emotions and make him sink along with you.
But... as time went by, Zhao Zheng found that no matter how provocative and provocative he was, the body of the person in his arms was always stiff and he never tried to respond. Even if he had violent mood swings and his eyes would become wet, it was just the primitive nature of his body. reaction, but in any case these have nothing to do with the throbbing deep inside.
There was no feeling of heartbeat, actually... not at all.
Even if you can't please you like this, you will be tempted. What do you really like, are those women with soft figures?
The unprecedented loneliness formed a fine net, covering Zhao Zheng's heart, strangling him and causing pain. His heart could only contract violently and helplessly, but every strand of those nets actually carried... Holding the sharp hook, as long as you try to struggle, you will only be scarred and bloody in an instant.
But even though it was extremely painful, Zhao Zheng was still unwilling to let go. The more he felt like this, the more unwilling he was to let go, and the kiss became more passionate. He had long forgotten everything around him. If those people hadn't stumbled out, Before leaving, he slammed the door with a loud and ear-piercing sound, fearing that he would never want to wake up again.
After coming back to his senses, Zhao Zheng finally made up his mind and persuaded himself to let Zhao Gao go. Unexpectedly, when he let go this time, he unexpectedly saw an extremely pale face.
There was no color in the face, and the eyes embedded in it were no longer clear, their eyes were dilated, and their pupils were dilated. Zhao Zheng, whose consciousness had just returned, was almost frightened out of his wits by this situation.
As for Zhao Gao, as soon as he was let go by Zhao Zheng, the tight string in his head suddenly broke, and he realized that he had forgotten to breathe before.
In the case of extreme hypoxia, his body was no longer under his control. He just relied on instinct to take in big breaths, but the amount of air he could replenish was very little. His body couldn't bear it and even began to tremble violently. At this time, even though his body was held tightly by Zhao Zheng, he still felt as heavy as a stone and might fall to the ground at any time.
Zhao Zheng was extremely remorseful when he saw his painful look. He was only thinking about himself and didn't even notice that the person in his arms was not breathing. When he thought about it, his aura no longer existed, and he was completely panicked. How could he remember the love between his children? At a loss, he stroked Zhao Gao's back to calm him down, and stammered: "Xiao...Xiao Gao...you...you can't breathe?"
The voice was trembling and panicked like never before.
