sorry i want you

Chapter 143 One point is not wasted

Ou Jiming's throat was tightened by Xin Yue's gaze: "What do you want to do?"

Xin Yue raised his hand, turned around and sat on his lap, raised his chin with the other hand, and lifted it up.

Xin Yue leaned over and began to suck the sweet and sour pork ribs juice from his collarbone.

The soft lips rub against the third skin.

The hot tongue rubbed back and forth on the skin.

An itchy and tingling sensation spread from the collarbone to the lower abdomen, his abdomen suddenly closed, and his breathing stagnated.

That feeling spread to all limbs and bones, and the feet stretched under the table involuntarily grasped, then stretched to the maximum uncomfortablely, and finally tightened again.

Even the fingertips are going to melt.

"Hmm..." Ou Jiming hummed uncomfortably, and raised his other hand to hold Xin Yue in his arms and press him against him.

"Don't move." Xin Yue snorted while sucking.

Ou Jiming really didn't move anymore, but his body kept leaning upwards, wanting Xin Yue to suck more and deeper.

Ou Jiming raised his head, his eyes were blank, looking at the small lights in front of the porch on the roof, and he didn't know where his thoughts drifted. He just heard him muttering: "In the past... Mom and Dad also liked to eat and chat here."

Xin Yue's lips went all the way down, even sucking up the soup sprinkled on him, without wasting a bit.

Xin Yue was taken aback, and looked up at him.

Ou Jiming also looked at him for the first time, and the two looked at each other, as if they exchanged glances, but they didn't seem to do anything.

Xin Yue lowered his head and continued.

Ou Jiming looked at the porch light again, and continued: "Mom likes plants very much, and she keeps this small yard very beautiful. There are flowers blooming all year round, and the yard is always full of flowers. Floral scent."

"It's autumn now, and it should be a faint, slightly bitter scent of tribute chrysanthemums. You can enjoy the flowers while picking some dried chrysanthemums to make tea. My favorite drink..."

Xin Yue ate all the soup, but he still didn't seem to be enjoying himself. His lips and tongue lingered on Ou Jiming's chest, then to his lower abdomen and then to his waist.

The slight itch made Ou Jiming's speech become intermittent.In the end, he was too excited to form complete listening sentences.

Xin Yue raised his head and covered his mouth with his hand: "Shh..."

Ou Jiming's eyes flickered, and he stopped talking.

Xin Yue leaned on his shoulder, buttoned the rope between the two of them with his hands, pulled down his pants an inch, and then sat down slowly.

He had made preparations in advance, and Ou Jiming entered smoothly.

"Hmph..." Ou Jiming frowned.

The memories in his mind were completely wiped out by the sudden sense of tightness, and his mind went blank.

After being stunned for a while, he grabbed Xin Yue's waist with both hands, shook his body and hit him hard.

Xin Yue seemed to be knocked to pieces by him, so he could only lean on his shoulder softly and follow Ou Jiming up and down.

After dinner here, it's over.

The next after-dinner meal is Xinyue.

After venting, Ou Jiming carried the well-dressed Xin Yue upstairs, threw him on the bed, rubbed and pinched him all over.

Xin Yue was in a particularly good mood tonight.

Now that he has made up his mind to coax him and made preparations, it is better to let the effect reach the end.

When Ou Jiming pressed up, his slender and healthy legs actively hooked up his wasp waist, his hips were raised, and he was looking for Ou Jiming dawdly.

Ou Jiming didn't say a word, he just stretched his legs to the maximum and launched the most violent attack.

Probably because of drinking, the two of them didn't toss for too long that night. After Ou Jiming carried Xin Yue to the bathroom to wash himself off, he went back to the bedroom and hugged each other, and fell asleep contentedly.

The next day, Ou Jiming woke up naturally after falling asleep.

When he went downstairs naked, he left all the leftovers from last night, and the bowls, spoons, and dishes had already been cleaned up.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, and the thin and soft screens were blown up by the wind. The weeds in the garden outside the window were cleaned up, and several pots of chrysanthemums that grew wildly and disorderly were moved to the eaves. The flower branches trembled when the wind blown Shaking tremblingly with the wind.

He walked quickly to the garden, and saw Xin Yue was wearing trousers and a vest, with a big glove on his hand, hunched over and mowing weeds in the yard.

The rising sun shone through the thick frost that hadn't dissipated, and dyed Xin Yue with a layer of red light.

warm.

Such a scene used to be the daily life he was most familiar with.

After hearing the footsteps, my mother would straighten up, turn around and say to him with a smile, "Good morning."

Xin Yue heard footsteps behind him, turned around and looked at him: "Wake up so early?" His tone was a bit disgusted.

Ou Jiming's heart suddenly surged with heat, which made his chest swell and ache.

He never allowed others to touch his garden, but at this time he didn't mind Xin Yue taking care of it.

He kicked Gong Ju under the eaves: "You are early in the morning, so you get these?"

Xin Yue tilted his head: "Can't you move here?"

Of course Ou Jiming would not say yes, he pursed his lips, turned around and went to the kitchen without saying anything.

Xin Yue worked hard all morning and finally cut the weeds in the yard clean. When he came in from the outside, his clothes were already wet and his arms were cut several times by rose stems.

Ou Jiming put the prepared breakfast on the table, saw the blood on his arms and back, and frowned: "Why did you get hurt all over your body?"

Xin Yue wiped it casually with a towel, and said: "It's good to wash it, it's just scratched the skin." He turned around and wanted to go upstairs to take a bath, but Ou Jiming stopped him.

Xin Yue looked back at him: "What are you doing?"

Ou Jiming pushed his face back: "Don't look back."

Then, Xin Yue felt hot and humid on his back, and it was Ou Jiming who was licking his wound.

Xin Yue frowned and backed away, keeping a distance of two meters from Ou Jiming, and gave him a disgusted look: "Are you a dog, can't you lick the sweat all over my body?"

Ou Jiming: "..." Doesn't this damn old man know how to be romantic?

How provocative what I did just now, most people have already fallen into my arms limply, beat my chest with small fists, and coquettishly said: "You are so bad!"

Ou Jiming imitated the image of Xin Yue falling into his arms in a timely manner, he instantly got goosebumps all over his body, rubbed his arms and shivered.

"Hmph!" Ou Jiming turned around and went to the kitchen, muttering, "It's embarrassing now that you're boring, old-fashioned, and self-indulgent."

Xin Yue: "..."

After a while Ou Jiming came out with breakfast, seeing Xin Yue still standing there, he gave him an annoyed look: "What are you doing there?"

Xin Yue walked up to Ou Jiming and stretched out his arms: "If you want to lick, just lick."

Ou Jiming: "You treat me like a dog!" Putting the food heavily on the table, he became more and more angry with Xin Yue.

Seeing Ou Jiming's suppressed anger, Xin Yue couldn't help laughing.