There's a kind of 021 Qi Cheng who dug a hole and ended up burying himself.

  That quilt was closely tied to her usual intimacy, but now there is no obstruction at all, tightly attached to Qi Chengzhi. Song Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, turned over on the sofa, and turned over again, couldn't sleep.

  In the bedroom, Qi Chengzhi's condition was even worse than Song Yu's.

  Just saw Song Yu standing at the door wearing pajamas, his body still emitting a fresh bath gel fragrance, and he got hard again unintentionally.

  The image of Song Yu standing at the door in his pajamas kept popping up uncontrollably in his mind, and a fire was burning inside Qi Chengzhi's body.

  Zi Cheng took a deep breath and tried to suppress it, but all he could smell was the fragrance on Song Yu's body.

  Lying on her bed, covered with her quilt, surrounded by her scent.

  It's like he dug a hole for himself and now can't get out of it, feeling utterly frustrated and restless.

  He lay down, burying his face in Song Yu's pillow and sniffed, which still had the scent of her hair.

  Zi Chengzhī paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and then a sly smile spread across his face. He began to rub his head against the pillow, continuing to do so for quite some time, until he was satisfied that the scent of the pillow had also been imbued with his own fragrance.

  But he didn't stop there, his body started rolling around on the bed, from one side to the other.

  Although he took a bath, the original men's fragrance on his body was not washed away. Now the sheets and quilt were rubbed by him, and I could really smell the faint scent of men's fragrance on his body.

  After rolling around on the bed for a long time, Qi Chengzhi finally calmed down.

  He didn't know what he was thinking, his hand reached into the quilt and after a while, a pair of underwear was thrown out by him.

  Then the four limbs tightly clutched the quilt in their arms and rubbed again.

  Smelling the sheets, pillowcases and quilts that had your scent mixed with mine, Qi Chengzhi finally closed his eyes contentedly.

  ……

  ……

  Song Yu slept very comfortably, vaguely feeling that it was not on the cramped sofa, but rather on his own familiar bed, with a soft mattress and fresh sheets, without the smell of mothballs.

  She felt something wrapped around her, and suddenly a pressure came over her body, not particularly heavy, but like a thick wall that trapped her tightly.

  Song Yu subconsciously reached out to push in his sleep, but his soft hands felt something as smooth as silk.

  Her lips also stuck with two soft, wet and hot pieces that made her lip like having an electric current constantly running through it, numb and tingling.

  "Hmm..." Song Yu murmured, unaware of what she was dreaming about, but the gentle feeling made her subconsciously whisper out loud, "Jian Yi..."

  Her lips had just opened, a hot and slippery fluid suddenly rushed into her mouth, the fierce momentum was no longer as gentle as before, but instead was heavy and heavy, filling her mouth completely.

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  Two updates in one go, warmly celebrating the first kiss~~Please collect it~~