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"I accidentally broke your game console," Zheng Yu took out a box from under the coffee table and threw it to [ Zhou Sui ], "I'll compensate you with a new one."
"Wow!" [ Zhou Sui ] exclaimed, looking at it, "The latest limited edition, you're like my new parents!"
Chen Jing smiled and shook her head, Zhou Sui just can't get rid of the habit of mistakenly calling people "dad".
Lin Fangchi bought a lot of alcohol, originally planning to let Chen Jing drown her sorrows, but Zheng Yu didn't let her touch a drop, so they had to handle it themselves.
After three rounds of drinks, everyone was a little tipsy. Lin Fangchi sighed, "Chen Jing, you seem much happier since being with you. I was worried about being bullied by you before."
Before, Chen Jing seemed to be separated from them by a natural barrier, closed off in his own world, far less intimate than now.
"Indeed, Jing is always polite to all of us," Zhou Sui echoed.
Chen Jing thought for a moment, realizing that Zheng Yu had indeed changed him unconsciously.
The hot pot is bubbling with steam, surrounded by friends and loved ones, Chen Jing feels a sense of contentment rising in his heart. He fears loneliness but always finds himself in solitude. He enjoys his current state and hopes it never breaks.
At the end, everyone except Chen Jing drank too much. Chen Jing escorted two people out, and when he returned, Zheng Yu was already asleep on the sofa.
He rested his arm underneath, his face deformed by the pressure. Chen Jing poked him with her finger, and Zheng Yu immediately woke up.
The two unexpectedly locked eyes. Chen Jing's heart raced like it had been put into overdrive, thumping rapidly. "Go sleep on the bed."
Zheng Yu Pulled him over and held onto his waist, "Feeling dizzy."
Chen Jing Ruffled his hair, "Should I make you some sobering soup?"
"Okay."
"Go take a shower, I'll make you a drink after you're done."
Drunk Zheng Yu was no different from his usual self, just a bit slower in his movements. Chen Jing felt that he was fine, so she cooked sobering soup for him and tidied up the living room.
Before long, Zheng Yu embraced Chen Jing from behind and said, "All cleaned up."
"Feeling uncomfortable?" Zheng Yu obediently drank the soup and was led to the room by Chen Jing.
Zheng Yu didn't answer, suddenly pulled him onto the bed, rolled over and pressed directly on him, the atmosphere suddenly heated up, and the ambiguous factor was instantly ignited.
" Zheng Yu Mmm..." The next second, Zheng Yu kissed down.
Perhaps due to brushing his teeth, the imagined taste of alcohol was very faint, instead carrying a fresh hint of mint.
They have kissed many times before, but this time seems different from the past. He hooked Chen Jing's tongue, lightly teased the palate, and sent waves of tingling sensations connecting to his brain. Even though he hadn't drunk any alcohol, he felt dizzy and intoxicated.
Unfortunately, Zheng Yu was particularly dominant, almost suffocating him with the kiss. Just as he was about to faint, this person finally showed mercy and let him go.
Chen Jing's eyes were red at the corners, filled with mist, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting heavily. Zheng Yu looked down at her, patiently waiting for her to catch her breath.
His hand reached under Chen Jing's shirt, massaging and circling the bruised skin around her waist. "Does it still hurt?"
Chen Jing shivered, feeling sensitive around his waist. He couldn't help but want to dodge the deliberate teasing, but the person on top of him firmly held him in place.
"What are you hiding from?" Zheng Yu bit down on his collarbone in dissatisfaction.
"Zheng Yu." As soon as Chen Jing spoke, the air she exhaled was hot.
"Mmm~" Zheng Yu lightly kissed her earlobe, sucking and rubbing the soft flesh until it turned a bright, beautiful red before stopping.
"Are you really drunk?"
Facing him, the two of them pressed their foreheads together, their breaths intertwining. "Darling, have you heard of the saying 'drunken words are sober thoughts'?"
Chen Jing is not thinking very clearly, still wondering whether Zheng Yu is really pretending to be drunk, whether it's appropriate to act promiscuously while drunk, and when he finally realizes that someone may have been planning this for a long time, he's already been stripped down to just his underwear.
The white fabric has already been stained with a small patch, wrapping around the erect genitals inside, as if answering this question on behalf of its owner.
Zheng Yu planted a kiss on his waist and then tugged at the edge of his underwear, pulling it down until his delicate manhood was exposed to the air. He lowered his head and bit his thigh, leaving a shallow tooth mark, then leaned in to kiss him.
"Do you want to continue?" He parted Chen Jing's legs, teasing his knees in a wicked manner, causing Chen Jing to gasp instantly.
The answer won't change the result, but Zheng Yu still asked.
Chen Jing pursed her lips and, with determination, kissed the corner of his lips. "I love you."
Zheng Yu His breath hitched, and the pent-up emotions could no longer be contained, bursting forth at this moment. A kiss landed on his forehead, then inching downward, touching his nose, lips, and collarbone.
His palm gripped the erect shaft, stroking back and forth.
Chen Jing His mouth slightly open, tilting his head back, looking at the incandescent lamp above, wondering if he should turn off the light, he seems to have forgotten to close the curtains just now.
"Mmm~"
It's like punishing his lack of focus, Zheng Yu bit punitively on his collarbone.
"Don't bite... Tomorrow... Go back to class tomorrow.
"Do you still want to go to class?" Zheng Yu raised an eyebrow, paused in his movements, and punished him harshly, "Focus." Chen Jing was caught in an uncomfortable state, feeling like crying. He looked up to kiss Zheng Yu and said, "Don't bully me."
Zheng Yu smiled with satisfaction at Chen Jing's obedience, and he suddenly increased the speed of his movements as he put the two together.
"Hmm... Ah... Zheng Yu..." The doubled pleasure caused tears of physical pleasure to fall from Chen Jing's eyes. She felt like a fish being grilled on a barbecue, waiting to be cooked until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and then eaten in one bite.
The accumulated pleasure finally erupted, and Chen Jing felt a ringing in his ears, panting heavily like a fish out of water.
Zheng Yu held up his hand covered in mucus in front of him and teased, "Good boy, you've been holding it in for so long, and you came so much."
Chen Jing gave him a glare and turned her head away as if avoiding him.
Zheng Yu didn't get angry either. He stood up, took something out of the drawer, and squeezed a large blob onto his hand.
"When did you buy it?"
"I bought it on the first day I moved in," said as his fingers reached down, touching a cool liquid on a sensitive area. Chen Jing shrank back, wanting to escape, but was held down by Zheng Yu and couldn't break free.
"Hmm~" Long slender fingers slowly probe in, gently circling and massaging. The intrusion of the foreign object makes Chen Jing feel scared, but there is not much discomfort.
A strange pleasure slowly climbs from the coccyx until the long fingers touch a certain spot. Chen Jing exclaims and grabs Zheng Yu's arm, "Don't..."
"Here?" Zheng Yu added a second finger, mischievously pressing on that protruding area.
" Zheng Yu... Hmph~... Don't..."
Zheng Yu won't stop until it's soft and slippery enough. He withdraws his mischievous fingers, runs his hand through his damp hair, revealing a smooth forehead. It's a simple gesture, but Chen Jing finds it incredibly sexy.
He places one of Chen Jing's legs over his shoulder, leans down to kiss her calf, and then slowly begins to push inside.
"Hmm... it hurts..." Even with proper dilation, it still hurts.
Chen Jing's tears fell onto the pillow along her temples, Zheng Yu pecked gently, comforting her, "Be good, it will be better soon, and you will feel comfortable."
Until Chen Jing's voice changed in tone, Zheng Yu no longer restrained himself, searching for that point in his memory to manipulate. Chen Jing suddenly screamed, his whole body flushed, his head thrown back, fingers clutching the pillow turning white.
"Don't..." Chen Jing shouted incoherently, Zheng Yu wiped away the tears from his eyes, coaxing him to say something pleasing.
Chen Jing is not clear-headed, the sensation in his lower body is too intense, and his language system seems to be malfunctioning. His words are fragmented and disjointed, "Brother...brother...don't...don't do this...please...I beg you..."
"Damn it!" Zheng Yu cursed under his breath, grabbed a pillow and placed it under his waist, then pressed hard against his hip bone. His flaccid organ slapped against his abdominal muscles, gradually showing signs of rising.
"Ah... Zheng Yu..." The heavy breathing and moans were mixed with the sound of water splashing. Zheng Yu's eyes were filled with desire, like a wolf ready to devour its prey. Chen Jing felt a bit scared and reached out to have Zheng Yu hold him.
Zheng Yu pulled him up to sit on his lap, and Chen Jing obediently wrapped his arms around his neck. But this position allowed for even deeper penetration. Zheng Yu kissed his cheek and asked, "Does it feel good, my dear?"
Chen Jing was so breathless from being penetrated that she couldn't even speak properly. Her hands, holding onto him, slipped down to his waist after a while.
Zheng Yu, who didn't wait for a response, stopped his movements. "Don't want to talk?"
"Move... just move a little..." Chen Jing is so sensitive that a slight touch makes him tremble, and this feeling of being neither here nor there is driving him almost crazy.
"Is it comfortable, my dear?"
"Comfortable..." Chen Jing buried her head in Zheng Yu's shoulder, unable to bear it any longer, and cried softly.
"Be good~" Obviously, the crying at this moment did not receive any pity. He was wildly thrusting at her waist, almost trying to squeeze the pouch in as well.
Chen Jing leaned over to kiss him, hoping that Zheng Yu would be merciful and let him go, but it had the opposite effect. Zheng Yu manipulated faster and faster, and Chen Jing couldn't even breathe properly.
Chen Jing's vision went white, he was ejaculated on, and Zheng Yu withdrew his penis, ejaculating onto the bedsheet underneath him.
Chen Jing is exhausted, he is lying on Zheng Yu's shoulder, feeling drowsy and thinking that he won't bother to wash the sheets he just changed this morning.
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