Na Chen bent down, his face pressed in front of him, and his dark eyes were smiling: "Because you don't drink, you're very bored."

"How do you want to be strong?" Angel looked at him.

"Sleep or do it?" Na Chen knelt on the sofa with one leg, supported his backrest with his hands, and slowly pressed it down.

Anhe smiled and raised the cup in his hand to block the tip of Chen's nose: "Sleep."

"Really?" Na Chen curled the corner of his mouth, took his cup and put it back on the coffee table, leaned into his ear and whispered, "You really think..."

Anhe didn't move, and as Nachen's hair gently swept across his face, he inexplicably relaxed completely: "What."

"Is it just because of rush and wine that day..." Na Chen's voice was teasing, and his lips touched his earlobe.

This sentence reminded Angel of the temptation when she knelt on the bed and raised her head to her body, and her body felt hot, but the heat quickly mixed with the bottle of rush that she remembered at the same time. Angel felt that her mind was so lively and lively now.

Na Chen's breath hit his neck. He closed his eyes, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Na Chen's arm and pulled it hard.

Na Chen was pulled down on the sofa. Before he could move, Anhe stepped up and rode on him and pressed it, tearing open his pajamas.

"You..." Na Chen moved, as if he wanted to sit up.

Angel's hand slammed his neck and pressed his throat with his thumb: "Stay honestly."

"Teacher An," Na Chen laughed, raised his hand and curled Anhe's lips, "So you like this."

Anhe didn't say anything, Nachen's smile was very beautiful, especially at this time.

"I like you kiss me." Na Chen said, touching his hand down from the hem of his shirt, and slowly slashing his fingertips along his waist and back.

Angel stared at him, then leaned down and kissed him.

Na Chen quickly came up to him, put his arm around his waist, and made a low hum with a nasal sound.

Nachen had a very smell of bath liquid on his body, and the tip of his tongue was filled with the sweetness of fruit tea. When he was tangled together, Anhe was a little intoxicated.

He was in a bad mood today. Every time he went home, he felt the depression that his mother brought him was infinitely amplified because today is a big deal. For many years, such emotions have been accompanied by shadows and cannot be resolved. Whether it is ignored or suppressed, they will always be hidden quietly in some place in his heart. I don’t know when or what the situation will spread as soon as I have the chance.

But now when he was surrounded by Na Chen's breath, the emotions that made him fall to the bottom turned into flames.

It would be as if he was going to burn his body and find the blazing flames that burst out.

He reached out and grabbed Na Chen's pants and pulled them down hard. Na Chen gently lifted his body, and he pulled his pants down.

The tight and elastic skin on Nachen's legs made his breathing rapid. He let go of Nachen's lips and pressed his hands tightly on Nachen's forehead. Nachen's slightly raised face and eyes that only opened a slit were full of temptation.

Angel looked at him steadily.

Na Chen hooked the buttons of his shirt, his voice a little hoarse: "Take it off."

"Here?" Na Chen touched his thigh.

Anhe didn't say anything, got off Na Chen, grabbed his arm and threw it hard on the bed. Na Chen lay on the bed, and his body bounced along with the mattress, turned his face and smiled.
Chapter completed!