The world is a teacher

Chapter 13

"Don't..." Someone yelled hoarsely.

Li Hao's consciousness was still a little fuzzy, but when he saw the person under him, he realized something.

The gentleman's red robe was stripped off by him, his face was flushed, the red candles were dimmed, Li Hao's tongue was dry, and with a sweep of his hand, he put down the red gauze in front of the bed.

"Conceit..."

A branch of pear blossoms brought rain in spring, Fang Na cried softly with tears in his eyes, and looked at him imploringly, the water glistening.

However, Li Hao heard that the string called reason in his brain suddenly broke.

He almost forbeared so much that he barely managed to stay awake.

"Sir..." he whispered.

Fang Na was still in tears, but leaned on the pillow and looked at him with a smile.

Li Hao stretched out his trembling hands to his shirt, and helped him unbutton the collar. Fang Na struggled slightly, and the tip of his sleeve brushed Li Hao's lips, and both of them froze.

Li Hao smiled and completely unbuttoned his clothes. The man's body was like white jade, and his hands were warm and delicate. Fang Na trembled slightly, and shed a few more tears.

Li Hao leaned over to touch his skin, kissed him lightly, but smelled the smell of pear blossom wine, he couldn't help licking and savoring it carefully, grinding the taste.

Fang Na muttered, he didn't know what he was talking about, he seemed a little drunk.

"Conceit..."

His husband called him softly with a crying voice, Li Hao looked at him, and the gentle smile in his eyes seemed to pour a river of spring water.

Fang Na couldn't tell whether he couldn't say yes or no, he closed his eyes, thinking about enduring it, he changed his words: "Come in."

Foreplay is really enough.

The scholar sheds tears and rains down the clouds, hooking people to hang their dreams beside the colorful clouds.

Li Hao fanned Feng Feng with a smile, Fang Na was trembling with tears, and the incense couch was dirty with lust.

Fang Na was sleepy, patient, gentle and cooperative, and soon fell asleep.

The clouds and rain are happy, and the dream is full of spring.

A room is lingering, singing in dreams.

Li Hao was startled, feeling hot and restless.

"Sir..." he murmured.

I have a wet dream.

Cigarette tents, Zen incense and meditation, originally for...

I am really...

Li Hao covered his eyes, feeling sore in his heart, and smiled wryly without words, did he actually like Mr. so much?

Is he eager to go to the cloud and rain with his husband?

Chunmeng Wuhen, now he is the only one left on the couch.

Li Hao's heart felt tight, and he thought, if he had known it was a dream, he would...the delicate warmth of not long ago still existed in his fingertips, Li Hao lowered his hair and was startled.

If he had known it was a dream earlier, he would have cuddled up with her husband when he saw him, slowly lingering, dreaming and soul entangled.

Mister's shoulder...

I haven't...kissed yet.

Li Hao was extremely ashamed, his face was red and his heart was warm, and he asked someone to wait for him to take a bath.

The evening of spring seems to be filled with the spirit of spring, and the golden light spreads across the sky, and the white clouds are as drunk as honey, outlining a milk-golden scene in the distance.

Spring is flying everywhere, and there are no grassy paths with little flowers.

The green bamboos outside the window greeted each other, green and verdant, the window was half open, inside the house, Li Hao picked up paper and rubbed ink lightly, and began to draw.

With a stroke of a brush, the figure of the back can be outlined, and with a stroke of the brush, the stagnation can be drawn to draw bamboo.

Bamboo is a gentleman.

Sir.

The stagnant pen becomes a painting, and the pen is written with sound.

Li Hao hid the painting and read the book given by his husband.

……

Wei Shangqing looked up at Fang Na: "What is your wish?"

"I think that in this world, flowers and plants are loved by people, life and death are according to people's wishes, and no one complains about sorrow and sorrow. I think everyone can live more comfortably."

Wei Shangqing was stunned, and was silent for a while: "Mr. Great Wish."

Fang Na knew what he meant and couldn't help laughing: "Look at that flying red."

Wei Shangqing followed suit.

"If you don't go to see it, you don't know the boundless scene of spring, and you don't know how deep the spring is. But if you go to see it, even if you don't know all the spring scenes, you will definitely have no regrets in this life!"

Wei Shangqing nodded and bowed: "The students have been taught."