[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 29: Forty Thousand (29)

Youshu was sweating nervously. He sat sideways next to the young man and slowly hooked his head. Suddenly, he felt that this posture was difficult to maintain balance, so he changed to lying on his stomach on the pillow. His mouth was pouted, and he was still a few inches away from getting closer. If he stepped forward again, he would press on the young man's shoulders. In desperation, he changed his position again and became leaning on both sides of the opponent's cheeks.

"Master, master?" He didn't dare to move, and called out twice tentatively.

Ji Changye slept peacefully, but his hands hidden under the quilt were clenched into fists. Youshu tossed and tossed, and he was worried for the other party. He had never heard of the allusion to "two boots", otherwise he would have felt the same way. If you want to kiss, just kiss, what to call, wake up the person and see what you do.

Youshu waited for a long while, seeing that the young man was still breathing long and his eyes closed tightly, then she pursed her mouth and slowly lowered her head, not forgetting to murmur an apology, "Master, I'm sorry, let me take a sip, just one sip."

Ji Changye involuntarily opened the gap between his teeth. The child is still the same as last time, with no skills, gently licking and sucking like a puppy, sucking the body fluid in his mouth, sucking for a while, pausing for a while, sucking for a while and then pausing for a while, It seems endless.

However, it was such a clumsy kiss that Ji Changye almost couldn't hold back. At some point, he stuck out the tip of his tongue.

When Youshu lowered her head to smoke again, she bumped into a slippery soft object, and immediately "hummed" in fright. He immediately backed away a few feet, touched his mouth, and looked at the young man who was still sleeping "deadly", his cheeks were burning like fire.

The sound of the young man's heavy breathing echoed in the curtain, covering up the young man's beating heartbeat like a drum. At that moment just now, he was almost frightened by the electric shock and opened his eyes. How could this be so? How could you want to stick out the tip of your tongue to hook the boy's tongue? How could you want to hold him in your arms and press him under your body? How could you want to hold the back of his head so that those soft and sweet lips never leave? What are you thinking about?

Years of bearing the burden of humiliation made Ji Changye develop the skill of "the mountain collapses on the top without changing his expression". At this moment, his mind was already in disorder, but he still did not forget to keep his sleeping face.

Youshu lost her composure, not only her cheeks were flushed, but even the top of her head was about to smoke. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, to check the young man's breath, and then realized something, quickly withdrew his hand and patted it twice, with an annoyed expression on his face.

He moved over bit by bit, looked at the master's face through the moonlight outside the window, and saw that his brows were stretched, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was in a deep sleep.

"Huh..." Youshu let out a long breath, sitting slumped on the pillow while rubbing her beating heart. I thought inhaling dragon energy was very simple, but I didn't expect it to be a technical task. Last time he didn't dare to touch his master's tongue at all, but this time he got carried away with complacency, and almost wrapped his saliva into his mouth, although he only licked it lightly, but the slippery soft touch was really weird.

"Why does it taste like steamed rice rolls?" After the tension subsided, he couldn't help sighing.

Ji Changye, who was also very nervous, was speechless when he heard this sentence, and almost burst out laughing again. Sure enough, he is a snack foodie, and he can also think of food at this time. Steamed rice rolls, luckily he figured it out!