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1.11 Bad Dog

Bad Dog (Eleven): A Wild War Play (Page 1/2)

    Xu Weiran was dressed casually, with a short-sleeved sweatshirt and one hand in the pocket of his sweatpants. It was obvious that he had just decided to go downstairs to throw something away and take a breath. However, even though he was so casual, he had an innate, calm and fearless temperament that made people not want to break it.

    At this time, someone was completely self-centered. He yawned and turned to throw away the garbage, and then walked back to the corridor.

    "Fuck, stop!" Facing this habitual disregard, Young Master Lu gritted his teeth, "Why don't you invite me up to sit, sit, right!?"

    "No please." Xu Weiran hit back with one sentence, "As classmates, we are not that familiar. Or are you asking me as a fuck buddy?"

    "Why are you still talking about this!" Lu Yuan was furious again, "I just beat you up once, now you've been on top and pressed down, I don't know if my ass has recovered yet. What the hell gives you the right to always turn your face away from me?"

    "Then what do you want."

    Young Master Lu was choked by such a straightforward question, and he stood there, not knowing whether to open his mouth or close it. He should have been happy to see the person he wanted to see, but the other person didn't take him seriously at all. Young Master Lu felt a little aggrieved for some reason. Finally, he got angry and said, "Damn it! I am sick, okay? I am here to blow the wind instead of going home at night! I am so shameless that I don't even give you a good face when I meet a dead wood like you. I even have the nerve to reason with you. If it were any other time, I would have punched you so hard that you wouldn't even recognize your own mother!"

    The boy stopped talking after he finished speaking, and just stared at Xu Weiran silently. His handsome wheat-colored face turned red, his chest kept rising and falling, and his hands on both sides were clenched into fists with slightly protruding veins, but he didn't really do anything.

    Xu Weiran frowned and looked at him for a while, then walked over and pulled up Young Master Lu's stiff wrist.

    "Come here."

    .....

    In the yard downstairs of the community, I don't know how many years those bushes and trees have grown. They are so hidden that it is impossible to see the area inside at a glance, not to mention it's night.

    "Crap, crap-Xu Weiran, what are you doing!?" Lu Yuan was pressed against the tree trunk at this time, and the man's hand went directly into his clothes from below, groping and touching the itchy flesh on his lower back, and the boy trembled in shock.

    "You can't go up and sit down," Xu Weiran said in a tone that made it hard to tell what emotion he had, "but you can do it outside."

    Who the hell is playing word games with you!

    Lu Yuan was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "This is outside! You don't want face, but I still want it!"

    "......I know you want it."

    "...I want it!" He knew that this dead face would misinterpret his meaning! Feeling that the man's hand had already touched the edge of his pants, Lu Shao was going crazy, his hair stood up and his whole body was tense.

    The hand that slipped into the pants followed the curve of the lower back and pinched the two firm buttocks. Lu Yuan bit his lip and dared not make a sound. His whole body was circled by Xu Weiran's arms. This exposed environment made his scalp numb, but his unyielding nature forced Lu Yuan to stand stiffly and refused to cling to Xu Weiran's shoulders like a woman.