why the middle and lower

Chapter 12

"Brother Wei Feng, can you help me take a bath?" Zheng Yijun asked every night shamelessly.

Wei Feng was packing his clothes, and gave him an annoying look.

The sound of splashing water in the bathroom stopped abruptly, Yan Xiaokun walked towards the young master with a smile, bent down, put one hand under his armpit and the other through the hollow of his knee, and swiftly hugged the young master horizontally.

"You're going back tomorrow, can you help me?" Zheng Yi's high-pitched voice came from the bathroom.

After a while, Wei Feng appeared in front of the bathtub, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Just one minute."

Zheng Yijun nodded excitedly: "Only use hands, no brushes, towels, or soap."

He gave Yan Xiaokun a provocative look from the corner of his eye again, and said, "For the person I like, I will love it as hard as I can."

After hearing this, Yan Xiaokun backed away silently, and gently closed the door.

Wei Feng's dark eyes were bottomless, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

Zheng Yijun's skin was as smooth as oil, which made him feel that his hands were imperceptibly rough for the first time.

"Brother, talk to me about a relationship."

Wei Feng clapped his hands when he heard the words, "It's time," and then there was wind under his feet, and he disappeared with a "swoosh".

When he came to the corridor, his hand was grabbed suddenly, his body leaned over, and he was led into a small room.

The light was not turned on in the room, and with the light of the corridor, Wei Feng watched Yan Xiaokun push himself down on the bed, clamp his two wrists and fix them on top of his head, and then covered his two lips, devouring madly, expanding the territory , Siege the city and loot the land.

Wei Feng moaned a few times excitedly, his chest heaved violently, trying to push away the strength in his body.

However, Yan Xiaokun's eyes were full of lust, like a beast, and he didn't give the other party any room to refuse.

"What are you doing!" Zheng Yijun pushed the half-open door with a sound like thunder.

Yan Xiaokun's line of reason, which was about to be broken, was suddenly pulled back, he struggled to get up, and knelt down in front of the young master.

"Master, you punish me, this matter has nothing to do with brother Wei Feng."

Wei Feng sat up, pulled down the clothes that had been pushed up, and said with relief: "We did it once in the car."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Xiaokun quickly explained: "Master, brother Wei Feng was drunk at the time, and he had sex after drinking. You can't blame him."

Zheng Yijun's eyes widened and he clenched his fist, "He's drunk, are you not? Who gave you the right to touch him?"

He looked down at Yan Xiaokun from a high position, but he felt unspeakably uncomfortable and wronged in his heart.

"It's my fault. I was delusional for a while, and I did something bad."

Wei Feng lay back on the ground, turned over, and said vaguely: "It's so noisy, I want to sleep."

Zheng Yijun walked to the bedside and sat down thoughtfully, a ghost idea came to his mind: "By the way, isn't Wen Yi interested in you? You go and get along with him."

Yan Xiaokun found it inconceivable when he heard that, it was the young master who protected his shortcomings, and now the young master is also the one who wants to get rid of him.

"No, master, I don't think so about him."

"I'll take care of you. If I tell you to go, you can go. This is an order."

Yan Xiaokun blushed: "Is it because I followed him that the young master will calm down?"

Zheng Yijun nodded perfunctorily, "Yeah, you go out first, I still have something to say to brother Wei Feng."

"Okay, young master, good night. Brother Wei Feng, good night," he went back to his room after finishing speaking.

As soon as the talent left, Zheng Yijun began to sob softly, complaining: "Brother, do you hate me very much, you do it with He Xu, you do it with Xiaokun, but you don't want to do it with me..."

"What's wrong with me? Is it because I'm the one below that you don't like me..."

"Before you said you didn't like men, I tried my best to make you like men. Now you don't like me, I really don't know what to do to make you like me..."

Zheng Yijun chattered endlessly on the edge of the bed, Wei Feng turned around and raised his hand to hug him.

"Take it easy, brother," Zheng Yijun subconsciously bit his lip, "my hand hurts."

The faces of the two were magnified before each other's eyes, and their breaths fluttered chaotically.

Wei Feng opened his mouth, a little hesitant, but finally said: "I'll just say it once, I like you."

Zheng Yijun was instantly elated, making people think that he was going to kiss him in the next second, but he just adjusted his sleeping position, pillowed on his little brother's chest, listened to his heartbeat, and fell asleep happily.

Although the two of them didn't do anything tonight, they were intimate like never before.