Lynch was nestled in the sofa in the hotel suite. When he calmed down, he felt a little dizzy. It seemed that the alcohol was coming up and his stomach felt uncomfortable. Lynch rubbed his stomach with both hands and muttered:

"Xiao Zhong..."

Where did Zhong Yanzhai go after throwing others on the sofa?

Lynch struggled hard. The sofa was oval, loose and soft. He was trapped inside like a turtle falling down to the sky, unable to extricate himself.

The hand was suddenly pulled, and Lynch stood up with force, and was dizzy and sat down by the person who pulled him up, sitting on his firm thighs, Zhong Yanzhai stuffed the undressing medicine.

At the same time, "Open your mouth."

Lynch was not so drunk that he had no consciousness, so he opened his mouth and sucked the medicine hard.

Zhong Yanzhai took the hot noodle soup from the takeaway bag on the table, poured it into the large bowl he had just taken out of the disinfection cabinet, poured it one-third and stopped.

Lynch leaned on his shoulder, covered his stomach with one hand, and frowned slightly, making it rare to look a little fragile in Zhong Yanzhai's eyes.

"Eat something and your stomach won't feel so uncomfortable." Zhong Yanzhai raised the bowl and rolled the noodles to feed Lynch. Lynch hadn't eaten a few bites. Zhong Yanzhai gathered the bowl and asked him to drink the soup, which was hot in the soup.

It seemed that it was added with vinegar and it was very pleasant to drink it. Lynch closed his eyes and ate half a bowl. Finally, he returned to his soul and opened his eyes and said, "Thank you, it's much more comfortable."

He glanced at the open takeaway bag and whispered: "I've eaten your midnight snack?"

Zhong Yanzhai put down the bowl and sucked a piece of paper to wipe his mouth. His movements were not gentle and neat. Lynch turned his face and looked at his cold face, and smiled, "Do you give it to me specifically?"

Before Zhong Yanzhai could answer him, Lynch had already pouted and sniffed hard on Zhong Yanzhai's lips, and his eyes were blurred: "Zhaizhai, you are so nice."

Zhong Yanzhai wanted to beat him up.

In front of him, what are you calling him now - "Zhaizhai"? Are you floating?

Zhong Yanzhai pinched his chin and kissed him again.

Lynch responded enthusiastically.

The soft sofa was deeply concave, and the two men were anxious, one took off their pants, and the other was even more excessive, and they only unzipped the zipper.

Zhong Yanzhai leaned on the sofa with one hand and rubbed the curve outlined by Lynch's milky white shirt with one hand. His eyes were dark and his expression was cold. In contrast to his cold expression, he was passionate instinct.

The six thin abdominal muscles that were well-trained were looming under the white shirt, and they were freely releasing. Driven by alcohol, Lynch put his hands on Zhong Yanzhai's shoulders, shaking and swinging, completely turning himself into Qingyu.

The slave.

The crazy and gorgeous and messy thoughts in his mind occupied the high ground.

Fuck Plato.

I just want to make love.

Zhong Yanzhai's hand cover suppressed his breathing to the tip of his nose, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Who am I?"

Lynch smiled and looked at Zhong Yanzhai, slowly falling down under Zhong Yanzhai's gaze. He leaned over and approached Zhong Yanzhai, grabbed his clothes, and stretched out his tongue to lick Zhong Yanzhai's fingertips lazily.

,"my sweetheart."

Zhong Yanzhai thought to himself: Fairy, a lying fairy.

He was so excited that he wanted to chew the person in front of him and swallow it because of this lie.

Zhong Yanzhai raised his body and wanted to stand up on the bed. As soon as he started to use his strength, the soft sofa fell again. Lynch leaned against him and the sudden drop of force made him groan.

Zhong Yanzhai's T-shirt was stained.

Lynch shook twice like a spasm, lay on Zhong Yanzhai's shoulder and breathed evenly, looked down at his black T-shirt, and whispered: "I'll wipe it for you."

Unbuttoned his shirt with his fingers, Lynch pulled out one hand and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe Zhong Yanzhai.

Zhong Yanzhai held his wrist, Lynch half-squinted his eyes in confusion and raised his face. The other half of the shirt was loosely placed on him, revealing only half of his graceful and smooth upper body. Zhong Yanzhai couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Stand up."

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Lynch supported his shoulders, wanted to take advantage of the force to stand up, but after using the force, he fell down again. This time both of them snorted. Lynch was weak and said: "The legs are weak, so I can't stand up."

Zhong Yanzhai looked down at the noodle bowl on the coffee table, raised his foot and swept the noodle bowl down, put one hand on the back of Lynch's head, and suddenly broke Lynch backwards. Lynch said 'ah'

The man had already fallen on the cold marble coffee table.

Zhong Yanzhai finally took the initiative and threw the person on the bed with Lynch, "Get ready!"

Lynch said 'um', turned his face and smiled at Zhong Yanzhai, who was blushing, "Baby, come on."

The bed in the hotel is softer, like a ball of light feathers, as if there were feathers flying all over the sky, shaving through Lynch's skin, and the feeling of electric shock came from his peripheral nerves. Lynch shook again with convulsions.

It's right.

The next day when Lynch woke up, his whole body was so sore that it was as if he had slept with Zhong Yanzhai for the first time. No, it was even worse than that time. His muscles went on strike and ran away.

Scattered fragments emerged in my mind to make up memories of the whole night.

First on the sofa, he turned around Zhong Yanzhai. He took the initiative throughout the whole process. Then Zhong Yanzhai dragged him to the bed and slapped him twice on the bed. Then Zhong Yanzhai quarreled him step by step toward the bathroom.

In the picture in Lynch's mind, he was still kneeling on the ground and crying for a while because his feet were weak.

Lynch: “…”

Lynch lifted the quilt stiffly, lowered his head and looked at his knees with difficulty - well, it's blue.

"Wake up." Zhong Yanzhai in the bathroom walked out. He surrounded his bath towel and covered his wet hair. There were several scratches on his exposed chest.

Lynch glanced at his fingernails.

Zhong Yanzhai came over and took off the bath towel. Lynch's eyes were attracted by it involuntarily.

It was yesterday's thing that looked quite quiet now...a perpetual motion machine?

Zhong Yanzhai put on his clothes and said to Lynch: "Can you get up?"

Lynch: "I can't get up." Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but his voice was so hoarse, as if he had been singing all night.

As soon as Lynch thought, a new picture immediately emerged in his mind: in the bathroom, Zhong Yanzhai frowned and bathed him, and he sang 'Zhaizhai, Zhaizhai, I drizhaizhai...'

Zhong Yanzhai couldn't bear it anymore and used physical means to shut up. He was very happy to talk.

A burning feeling came from deep in his throat, and Lynch closed his eyes miserably. He, he...he was never drunk again.

"You rest, I'll go to the training ground to see it," Zhong Yanzhai took the coat beside the bed, "Call me if you have something to do."

"Don't--" Lynch suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Zhong Yanzhai's hand.

Zhong Yanzhai turned around and looked faint.

Lynch did not forget the scene of meeting He Yao last night.

To be honest, He Yao looks exactly like Zhong Yanzhai, at least in terms of appearance.

Faced with Zhong Yanzhai's cold expression, Lynch gritted his teeth and said, "Don't leave, just accompany me."

Zhong Yanzhai: “…”

He bent down, touched Lynch's forehead with his back, and touched his own forehead.

Lynch: "..."Don't do this, he doesn't have a fever.

After confirming that Lynch was not burning his brain, Zhong Yanzhai narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"

Lynch was confused, "I, I am Lynch."

Zhong Yanzhai's eyes were sharp and he stared at Lynch without saying a word.

Lynch said carefully: "Your Navigator?"

Rebirth can happen to me. Just as Zhong Yanzhai was a little bit in the direction of science fiction for a second, he soon came back and sneered: "Isn't it a baby Qiqi?"

Lynch: "..." is not impossible.

Zhong Yanzhai started to take off his clothes with a cold face. Lynch's eyes were filled with a hint of shyness and a little bit of confidence in his perseverance.

Zhong Yanzhai took off all of himself, lifted the quilt and entered the quilt. He stretched out his long arms and hugged Lynch in his arms like a large toy.

Zhong Yanzhai, who had just finished taking a shower, still had a faint fragrance of shower gel, which was warm and pleasant. Lynch twisted his face and said in a timid way: "Let me rub it."

Zhong Yanzhai lowered his head and stared at him, raised his hand and gently massaged Lynch's stiff muscles.

Lynch leaned comfortably on Zhong Yanzhai's chest muscles and smiled happily. What's happier than sleeping in a handsome man's arms?

When Zhong Yanzhai saw that he was breathing evenly, his massage movements became more and more gentle. He lowered his head and looked at Lynch gently, and kissed Lynch's eyebrows gently.

baby……

Zhong Yanzhai curled his lips and smiled, his silent mouth--'baby'.

I don’t know if it was because of the handsome man in Zhong Yanzhai’s arms that played a role or whether Lynch’s potential for suffering was gradually developing, and Lynch was able to get out of bed by noon.

"You still have to go to the training ground to see it," Lynch took a shower, changed his clothes, and put on his socks. "Doing a relationship can't delay serious business."

Zhong Yanzhai remembered that when he was waiting for Lynch at the door last night, Lynch got off the car and said to Cheng Feng that he would work hard. He was very serious, and because he was serious, he was particularly charming.

This person is always lazy and casual. His seriousness is very precious. Zhong Yanzhai only saw him using it for racing.

As long as you get into a racing car, whether you hold the steering wheel or sit in the passenger seat, Lynch's expression will always be so serious.

In his previous life, he and Lynch had a quarrel countless times. Once, Lynch almost fought with him because Zhong Yanzhai threw away his helmet when he was quarreling with him.

"X your mother, Zhong Yanzhai, you are a racing car like this?!"
To be continued...