One Hundred and Twenty The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Twenty)

Jing Rong was no longer as cold as before, his face turned cold, "Wen Yanzhi, you dare!"

"You kissed me secretly and provoked me. This time, I just give it back to you!"

This scoundrel

When did he kiss him secretly and provoke him?

Jing Rong frowned. However, before he could say anything, his lips were suddenly kissed by Wen Yanzhi. At that moment, his body shook violently, and his handsome face changed from white to red, changing several times.

This was the first time he kissed someone. Before this, he never thought that his first time would be kissing a man

Jing Rong was so ashamed that his face turned red. He almost used all his strength to push Wen Yanzhi, but his hands were useless, especially Wen Yanzhi, who was very strong, and now he was even more useless.

Wen Yanzhi was originally just angry at this kid, and his resistance and alienation made him look like a pervert - kissing him was just to teach him a lesson, and he wanted to retaliate and smash his calmness. However, the moment his lips touched the boy's lips, his rationality was completely defeated.

Just once.

Kiss once and then back off

He kept warning himself, but he was like a man possessed, and he couldn't back off. Instead, the more he kissed, the deeper he got, and the more he kissed, the more he wanted.

His lips were unexpectedly easy to kiss, which fascinated him.

Go crazy, then go crazy

Wen Yanzhi's tongue tip pressed into the boy's lips and teeth, trying to pry open his lips. As expected, he encountered the boy's frustrated resistance, but how could the unfamiliar Jing Rong be a match for him, a battle-hardened love expert?

The tip of his tongue couldn't open it, and he was not impatient. Instead, he depicted the boy's beautiful lip line in an extremely seductive way, and held his lower lip in a circuitous way and sucked it gently.

Jing Rong really had never experienced such an experience before, and his body was weak after being treated like this. An inexplicable feeling ran through every cell in his body, and he was even more annoyed, but his mind was in chaos.

She knew she had to reject this hateful man and not let him do whatever he wanted. However, her lips opened unconsciously.

Wen Yanzhi suddenly smiled like a bad boy who succeeded. Before he regretted closing his lips, his tongue had already entered and held the boy's tongue accurately.

"Well..."

Jingrong couldn't help but gasp.

This sound made Wen Yanzhi's blood boil. He took a step back and pressed Jingrong directly on the bed behind him.

Fuck

He must be crazy

When he kissed a woman before, he was more often driven by instinct, far less excited than at this moment. It seemed as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

He kissed impatiently.

The two of them were lying on the bed at this moment, and the scene was about to get out of control. Jingrong finally regained some reason and pushed his hand again, but was held by Wen Yanzhi and held high above his head.

"Don't move!" He stared at the boy from top to bottom in a hoarse voice.

There was a blazing fire in those eyes, as if they wanted to devour both of them.

Jing Rong was not much better than him. Although he tried his best to calm himself down, he was in a mess and his breathing was unstable.

He glared at Wen Yanzhi, "Let me go!"

Wen Yanzhi laughed, "Do you really want me to let you go?"

Jing Rong was angry and clenched his teeth, "Wen, Yan, Zhi!"

"Do you want me to get you a mirror to see how you indulge in it?"

Jing Rong's usual calmness was completely shattered, and his face turned red with shame and anger, "Get out of here!"

Wen Yanzhi's expression suddenly straightened. Jing Rong thought that this guy had finally calmed down, but his hand suddenly fell on him, and his big palm went down...

"What are you doing?!" Jing Rong's face changed drastically.

Wen Yanzhi seemed to want to confirm something, and his hand touched between his legs. However, before he touched a certain place, the boy got the strength from where, bent one leg, and pushed it mercilessly between Wen Yanzhi's legs.

"Fuck!"

Wen Yanzhi screamed in pain, turned over and rolled away from the boy. He hugged his legs with both hands.

As soon as he left, Jing Rong sat up from the bed almost immediately. As if Wen Yanzhi was a hungry wolf, he stared at him cautiously as he rolled on the bed in pain, "I'm going to sleep, get out of here!"

"You little brat, you repay evil with kindness!" Wen Yanzhi's face was twisted in pain. "You want to kick me to pieces, I'll use you as a scapegoat!"

Jing Rong looked at him several times.

He seemed to be in real pain, lying on the bed for a long time without getting up, and Jing Rong's originally cold and angry expression eased a little. But he only said coldly: "You deserve it!"

Wen Yanzhi howled a few times on the bed, and after a while, he was silent.

Jing Rong sat there, ignoring him at first, but when he saw that he was reluctant to move, he had to call him, "Hey!"

"Don't play dead!" Jing Rong frowned.

Wen Yanzhi finally turned his charming face from between the sheets, and he looked at Jing Rong, "I'll sleep here tonight."

"..." Jing Rong's lips twitched, "Don't go crazy! Get out, I'm going to sleep!"

Wen Yanzhi lifted the quilt on Jing Rong's side and patted it, "Sleep."

"..." With such a gangster sleeping next to him, can he sleep? He has to worry about his chastity from time to time.

"You sleep here, I sleep over there." Jing Rong didn't care about this man. Who made him live under someone else's roof? He bent over to get the wheelchair. However, before his hand touched the wheelchair, Wen Yanzhi kicked him away with one step faster.

Jing Rong was furious, "What do you want?"

Wen Yanzhi stuffed him into the quilt. Jingrong was annoyed and wanted to get up, but Wen Yanzhi threatened him, "Brother Jingrong, you can't do anything with your hands and feet now. You are just a piece of meat on my chopping board. If you are smart, don't always go against me. I can't guarantee that I will do something worse when I get angry."

Jingrong was so angry that his chin was shaking, and he wanted to curse. But in the end, staring at Wen Yanzhi's unscrupulous look, he just opened the quilt and lay down.

He turned his back and faced Wen Yanzhi coldly.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the boy's angry and helpless look, and felt extremely refreshed. He whistled happily and turned over, "I'm going to take a shower and come to sleep with you later."

Jingrong closed his eyes tightly, pretending that he couldn't hear anything.

The next moment, the bed was light, and Wen Yanzhi jumped off the bed.

It seems that he is still full of energy. The push he just made didn't do anything to him.

Jing Rong felt a little relieved. It was not until he disappeared triumphantly in his room that Jing Rong opened his eyes again. Looking at the closed door, his eyes were complicated.

Just now...

At the end, he actually... felt something in his body.

Although he had no experience in this area before, he was still very familiar with the feeling of his body.

At the age of 18, boys knew everything. In their dormitory, they even held several airplane shooting competitions. He never participated, but it didn't mean he had never done this before.