Yan Xuan was like a male tiger that had been starved for a long time and finally tore into her. Just now, he couldn't wait to vent his desire. Soon, he pressed Jiang Ting down on the big bed in the bedroom for the second time.
This time, he was finally able to regain some rationality from his burning desire. He was able to speak in simple terms, control the rhythm, and prolong the torture before the climax to a seemingly endless state. In the end, Jiang Stops's body couldn't take it anymore. His physical strength had been overdrawn to the limit. His body softened into a puddle of water, and he moaned intermittently as he lost control of his will. But on the other hand, his back acupoint was twisted even more tightly. It was a mess from the prolonged and vicious ravaging of his sex organ. His inner thighs were soaked with traces of semen and water.
"You can't take it anymore?" Yan Ji asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Why are you so delicate?"
Jiang Stops subconsciously grabbed the bed sheet as if he wanted to break free. But as soon as he moved, Yan Ji grabbed his waist and pinned him to the bed. Yan Ji fiercely pushed and slammed him. In the end, Jiang Stops collapsed and gasped for breath, and was once again shot into the deepest part of his body.
Jiang Stops lost consciousness as a large amount of semen was completely injected into his body. At this time, the sky was completely dark. After a few minutes, Yan Ji finally calmed down from his excited and frantic heartbeat. He went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, but deliberately didn't lift Jiang Stops up from the bed to clean him.
He didn't know why, but it was as if he instinctively hoped that the traces of sexual promiscuity and the boiling hot bodily fluids would stay in Jiang Stops' body for a little longer, so that this person's skin, flesh, and soul would be tainted with the scent of the intimate moments he once had with him.
Yan Ji went to the kitchen to heat up a bowl of pork rib soup he made at noon. He carefully tasted the temperature of the soup before bringing it into the bedroom.
The light in the room wasn't turned on. The dark room was filled with a sweet fishy smell, which vaguely stimulated Yan Ji's nerve endings.
Jiang Stops seemed to have regained some consciousness. He curled up his overstretched body and half-closed eyes. His sweaty eyelashes were still stuck together. Yan Ji picked him up and held him in his arms. He kept kissing him, from his hair to his eyelids, and fed him spoonful by spoonful of pork rib soup to replenish his extremely exhausted physical strength.
"..." After a long time, Jiang Stops opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Go take a shower..."
Yan Xuan put down the bowl and rubbed Shi Yan's face and neck repeatedly as if he had finally obtained some great treasure. He didn't even want to let go for a moment. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Later."
Jiang Ting had no strength and fell asleep in a daze. In the middle of the night, he was once again forced to wake up by the suffocating thrusts and thrusts. His body was already numbed by the pleasure to the point that it no longer felt like his own. He could not even make a sound. He could only feel that the terrifying weapon had once again pierced into his body. It was deep, heavy, and fast, cruelly rolling back and forth between the ravaged tender flesh.
"... Yan Ji..."
Every time the weapon moved quickly, there was a sticky sound of water. Even his inner thighs were rubbed until they were red. Yan Ji was panting heavily from the fierce thrusts. He leaned over Jiang Stops' ear and said, "Yes, I'm here."
Jiang Ting closed her eyes. Her pupils were washed by the water, but the skin on her back, neck, and cheeks was as white as snow in the night.
"I'm here, Jiang Stops." Yan Ji kissed his ear and whispered, "I've always been here."
That was Jiang Stops' last memory before he lost consciousness.
Groggy, sore.
Jiang Stops opened his eyes. It took him a long time to recover from the hazy discomfort. His unfocused eyes gradually focused on the alarm clock on the bedside table — 13: 45 pm.
The next afternoon.
Jiang Stops turned over and sat up. He immediately sucked in a breath of cold air from a hidden pain. It took him a long time to relax his trembling muscles.
He had already washed his entire body and changed into a loose white short-sleeved T-shirt for pajamas. The soft texture exuded the smell of sunshine. Because Yan Ji's size was too big, it felt a little loose on his body. Looking at the mirror at the opposite corner of the bed, his neck and collarbone were exposed through the wide collar, as well as his arms under the short sleeves. There were all kinds of marks that wouldn't disappear in a short time.
Jiang Stops gently closed his eyes and sat motionlessly on the bed. The quilt silently slid down from his waist.
Jiang Stops' previous physique allowed him to go from deep sleep to a combat-ready state in less than 30 seconds. But now it was obvious that he couldn't do it. He needed more than 10 minutes to barely recover from the dizziness caused by low blood pressure. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes again tiredly. Just as he was about to get out of bed and leave the master bedroom to wash up in the guest room, his hand suddenly stiffened as he lifted the quilt.
He was actually wearing a ring on his ring finger.
It was a seemingly ordinary platinum circle. It was so shiny that it could be used as a mirror. It was very new, and there was no trace of it being used. In fact, the size of the ring was just right on the middle finger. But for some reason, Yan Ji still put it on the ring finger. It seemed a little loose.
Jiang Stops was silent for a long time. He took off the ring and gently put it on the bedside table.
He got up and walked out of the master bedroom full of Yan Ji's scent. He went back to the guest room next door where he had always lived to wash his face. When he got up, he looked at his wet face in the mirror. There was some doubt in the depths of his eyes. It seemed that he didn't understand.
Which part of me looks good? He thought.
After a while, he shook his head in self-mockery. When he turned around, he suddenly bumped into Yan Ji, who was quietly leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
"…" The two looked at each other for a moment. Yan Ji acted as if he didn't see Jiang Stops's empty left ring finger. A smile slowly appeared on his handsome face. "Good morning, Captain Jiang."
The teasing in his words was so obvious that he deserved a beating.
"It's afternoon," Jiang Stops said without raising his head. He wiped his face with a towel. His lips were still slightly red. He didn't know if it was because of the towel or because of last night. Yan Ji stared at him intently. When Jiang Stops finished washing up and tried to walk around him to get out of the bathroom, he suddenly grabbed Jiang Stops' hand.
Both of them stopped moving. They stood in the very limited space and stared at each other.
Yan Ji's mouth moved. He slowly said, "Jiang Stops …"
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