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All I want is you
A unique you
Those familiar voices and those familiar words, like the wind passing through the years, hitting him, making him unable to help but feel panic
Something is jumping deep in memory, struggling, like a butterfly that is about to break out of its cocoon
No, no
He trembled and extinguished his thoughts. Although he looked at the tall operating table, he could stand up if he practiced more. But for some reason, he just didn't want his master to see him falling down in shame.
This unruly idea scared him himself. After thinking about it, he probably didn't want to disappoint his master, right?
He looked at the master in embarrassment, with a look of praying in his eyes, and said: Does the master want A Ling to stand up by himself without relying on the chair now? While standing, he made refreshments?
Qingxiao saw his eyes red and looked pitiful. He knew he was a little pretending, but he still couldn't bear to heart: Forget it, your hand was injured, you can't do this next time
A Ling smiled immediately, his eyebrows were curved, and he was indescribable.
Qingxiao leaned down and carried him to the dining chair. He was as gentle as a baby being hugged by his father. His skin was as soft and smooth as silk satin. It seemed that if he accidentally shone the swaying sunlight that was swaying with silk heads through the layers of green leaves, dyeing some tiny hairs on A Ling's back and neck with a layer of golden color. A white butterfly flew over the window, leaving leisurely in the quiet summer.
Qingxiao felt a sway in her heart, opened her mouth and bit A Ling's earlobe, and smiled and said: Don't think I haven't seen through your little tricks. Next time I will bite your ears off.
He spoke fiercely, but his tone was as gentle as honey. The exhaled heat rubbed against A Ling's ears. A Ling laughed out loud, turned his head to avoid it, and said with a smile: Stop making trouble, you are doing things
As soon as he said that, he was stunned. How could this be the way to speak to his master? But why did he say it so naturally, as if he had said it several times, or even dozens of times?
He looked at Qingxiao in confusion, and Qingxiao was also looking at him with a smile and urged: Very Ah, make it quickly, I can't wait for a long time to eat it.
A glimmer of gloom flashed in his eyes, and Qingxiao whispered: I thought I would never have a chance in this life
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I thought I would never have a chance in my life
I thought you wouldn't come back after you went to Japan
I miss you a little...especially the vanilla cookies you made. A clear laugh echoed in the past time and space, making him feel at a loss for no reason and lost at the intersection of the past and reality
He remembered that it was also such a sunny summer afternoon. Outside the window, there was a tall French sycamore tree, and the lush branches and leaves were full of bright sunshine. The breeze blew, and the wide leaves were swaying like countless green palms in the wind. The dense branches and leaves covered the sun. The room was very cool. He heard a sound of footsteps from far to near. The man held his shoulders from behind and laughed in his ears:
Don't go back, would you stay here? I'll hire you to be my chef and pay you a salary?
Because the man was behind him, he could not see the man's face, but could only see the hem of the blue and white plaid shirt, but he could feel the warmth and power of his hands. Although it took several years, he could still strangely make him feel at ease.
My heart was aching slightly, as if it was bitten by a little bug. He stood at the door of memories and wandered around the old past events that had been lost. It turned out that there were also moments of happiness, which were deposited in the riverbed of memory like gold.
After years of salvage, all the youth and roughness were filtered out, and suddenly stopped to become a beautiful picture. Frozen in the gold-inlaid picture frame, he stared at the painting in confusion, but the figure in the picture frame had changed to a smile and stared at his master.
The dough mixed with vanilla essence and honey has fermented slightly, emitting a faint fragrance. The star-shaped biscuit mold next to it seemed to be fascinated. He pinched a small ball of dough the size of a fingernail and sent it to Qingxiao's lips. He said in a dream: Taste, is it sweet? Do you want to add some sugar?
Qingxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth to hold A Ling's fingers and the sweet fragrance of the dough was refreshing. He said vaguely: It's very sweet...but your fingers are sweeter...
A Ling's eyes were a little dazed, and dreamy colors appeared in his dark eyes. He found that Qingxiao was actually sucking his fingers. Unconsciously, his cheeks turned red, and he quickly pulled out his fingers because he was pumping too fast, and he brought a silver-like saliva.
Qingxiao stared at him in a hoarse voice: I...I want you...
A Ling was slightly shocked, and he didn't know whether it was worry or joy in his heart, and said in a daze: Master...
Qingxiao took a deep breath, his eyes were calm and self-controlled, and he teased: I want you... kiss me, you have not fulfilled your obligation to be a slave today
A Ling was stunned and crawled over softly, and kept kissing Qingxiao's cheeks like a chicken pecking at rice.
Qingxiao closed her eyes and felt happiness falling like raindrops. He sighed and murmured: You are so stupid, my little slave...
A Ling's eyes darkened and he said sadly: A Ling knows
Qingxiao's eyes fluttered and said with a smile: If you practice like this every day, you can't kiss. I'm so stupid that he thought about it for a few seconds and said resolutely: It seems that it's only your master who taught me personally.
He sat upright on the dining chair with a big sword, patted his thighs generously, and said: Come on, when you sit here, your hand will hook my neck.
A Ling was stunned, Yi Yan hugged Qingxiao's neck with his hands, and his body naturally snuggled into Qingxiao's arms. He felt something beating violently under a thin layer of skin, which made his heart jump wildly.
Qingxiao coughed dryly and said: Ah, this... you open your mouth first...
Ah Ling obediently opened his mouth, and his two rows of white teeth reminded him of the shark specimens.
Qingxiao felt chilling and said: When kissing, you don’t need to use your teeth. Remember Ah, no matter what, you can’t use your teeth.
A Ling nodded, stretched out his tender red tongue, pressed against his lower lip, and covered all the white teeth below.
Qingxiao laughed and said: It’s not like this, the tip of the tongue should be upward, not downward
A Ling was stunned, staring at Qingxiao with round eyes, full of inquiries
Qingxiao smiled and hugged A Ling hard, not letting him separate. Her lips gently covered his mouth. She felt that the other person's breath seemed a little unstable. Her tongue was stirring unconsciously, and she probably also tasted the taste of the dough below. Her mouth was full of sweet fragrance of vanilla and honey, which made people intoxicated and itchy.
Qingxiao's eyes were filled with tenderness like water, and she whispered: Come on, stick out the tip of her tongue and let me taste it, is it sweet?
A Ling was stunned and wanted to say that his tongue was not a dessert that would not be sweet, but he was used to obeying orders and stretched out his tongue softly, immediately wrapped by Qingxiao's passionate lips and tongue, wrapped in the sea of passion.
Out of instinct, he also sucked Qingxiao's lips and tongue, as if he was savoring the most delicious jelly world began to collapse and collapse. The sweet fragrance of honey filled the whole mouth. However, for some reason, he felt sad from it, like slowly melting chocolate, silk satin-like smooth and sweetness mixed with a hint of bitter taste.
The flames are teasing and burning, and his sensitive body is astonishingly hot, but his heart is filled with sadness, like standing on the edge of a cliff on a summer night, looking up at the stars lonely day, looking at him, clear and cold, shining, like the sad candlelight on the altar
The light is cold
The stars are so far away from him
He felt dizzy, as if he was suffocating, the night was too dark and the stars were too dark, making him unable to see the way forward clearly
Even with such a hot hug and such a hot kiss, it cannot eliminate a small loneliness
But he still wanted to jump without saying a word, no matter whether he was flying up to the blue cloud or falling from the cliff.
He relaxed himself to the dizziness of not knowing the past and the future, completely forgot the time until Qingxiao suddenly let him go
Ah, God! He heard Qingxiao moan, his voice hoarse and weak. Why don’t you wear clothes? Don’t you know that this will die?
All I want is you
A unique you
Those familiar voices and those familiar words, like the wind passing through the years, hitting him, making him unable to help but feel panic
Something is jumping deep in memory, struggling, like a butterfly that is about to break out of its cocoon
No, no
He trembled and extinguished his thoughts. Although he looked at the tall operating table, he could stand up if he practiced more. But for some reason, he just didn't want his master to see him falling down in shame.
This unruly idea scared him himself. After thinking about it, he probably didn't want to disappoint his master, right?
He looked at the master in embarrassment, with a look of praying in his eyes, and said: Does the master want A Ling to stand up by himself without relying on the chair now? While standing, he made refreshments?
Qingxiao saw his eyes red and looked pitiful. He knew he was a little pretending, but he still couldn't bear to heart: Forget it, your hand was injured, you can't do this next time
A Ling smiled immediately, his eyebrows were curved, and he was indescribable.
Qingxiao leaned down and carried him to the dining chair. He was as gentle as a baby being hugged by his father. His skin was as soft and smooth as silk satin. It seemed that if he accidentally shone the swaying sunlight that was swaying with silk heads through the layers of green leaves, dyeing some tiny hairs on A Ling's back and neck with a layer of golden color. A white butterfly flew over the window, leaving leisurely in the quiet summer.
Qingxiao felt a sway in her heart, opened her mouth and bit A Ling's earlobe, and smiled and said: Don't think I haven't seen through your little tricks. Next time I will bite your ears off.
He spoke fiercely, but his tone was as gentle as honey. The exhaled heat rubbed against A Ling's ears. A Ling laughed out loud, turned his head to avoid it, and said with a smile: Stop making trouble, you are doing things
As soon as he said that, he was stunned. How could this be the way to speak to his master? But why did he say it so naturally, as if he had said it several times, or even dozens of times?
He looked at Qingxiao in confusion, and Qingxiao was also looking at him with a smile and urged: Very Ah, make it quickly, I can't wait for a long time to eat it.
A glimmer of gloom flashed in his eyes, and Qingxiao whispered: I thought I would never have a chance in this life
…………
I thought I would never have a chance in my life
I thought you wouldn't come back after you went to Japan
I miss you a little...especially the vanilla cookies you made. A clear laugh echoed in the past time and space, making him feel at a loss for no reason and lost at the intersection of the past and reality
He remembered that it was also such a sunny summer afternoon. Outside the window, there was a tall French sycamore tree, and the lush branches and leaves were full of bright sunshine. The breeze blew, and the wide leaves were swaying like countless green palms in the wind. The dense branches and leaves covered the sun. The room was very cool. He heard a sound of footsteps from far to near. The man held his shoulders from behind and laughed in his ears:
Don't go back, would you stay here? I'll hire you to be my chef and pay you a salary?
Because the man was behind him, he could not see the man's face, but could only see the hem of the blue and white plaid shirt, but he could feel the warmth and power of his hands. Although it took several years, he could still strangely make him feel at ease.
My heart was aching slightly, as if it was bitten by a little bug. He stood at the door of memories and wandered around the old past events that had been lost. It turned out that there were also moments of happiness, which were deposited in the riverbed of memory like gold.
After years of salvage, all the youth and roughness were filtered out, and suddenly stopped to become a beautiful picture. Frozen in the gold-inlaid picture frame, he stared at the painting in confusion, but the figure in the picture frame had changed to a smile and stared at his master.
The dough mixed with vanilla essence and honey has fermented slightly, emitting a faint fragrance. The star-shaped biscuit mold next to it seemed to be fascinated. He pinched a small ball of dough the size of a fingernail and sent it to Qingxiao's lips. He said in a dream: Taste, is it sweet? Do you want to add some sugar?
Qingxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth to hold A Ling's fingers and the sweet fragrance of the dough was refreshing. He said vaguely: It's very sweet...but your fingers are sweeter...
A Ling's eyes were a little dazed, and dreamy colors appeared in his dark eyes. He found that Qingxiao was actually sucking his fingers. Unconsciously, his cheeks turned red, and he quickly pulled out his fingers because he was pumping too fast, and he brought a silver-like saliva.
Qingxiao stared at him in a hoarse voice: I...I want you...
A Ling was slightly shocked, and he didn't know whether it was worry or joy in his heart, and said in a daze: Master...
Qingxiao took a deep breath, his eyes were calm and self-controlled, and he teased: I want you... kiss me, you have not fulfilled your obligation to be a slave today
A Ling was stunned and crawled over softly, and kept kissing Qingxiao's cheeks like a chicken pecking at rice.
Qingxiao closed her eyes and felt happiness falling like raindrops. He sighed and murmured: You are so stupid, my little slave...
A Ling's eyes darkened and he said sadly: A Ling knows
Qingxiao's eyes fluttered and said with a smile: If you practice like this every day, you can't kiss. I'm so stupid that he thought about it for a few seconds and said resolutely: It seems that it's only your master who taught me personally.
He sat upright on the dining chair with a big sword, patted his thighs generously, and said: Come on, when you sit here, your hand will hook my neck.
A Ling was stunned, Yi Yan hugged Qingxiao's neck with his hands, and his body naturally snuggled into Qingxiao's arms. He felt something beating violently under a thin layer of skin, which made his heart jump wildly.
Qingxiao coughed dryly and said: Ah, this... you open your mouth first...
Ah Ling obediently opened his mouth, and his two rows of white teeth reminded him of the shark specimens.
Qingxiao felt chilling and said: When kissing, you don’t need to use your teeth. Remember Ah, no matter what, you can’t use your teeth.
A Ling nodded, stretched out his tender red tongue, pressed against his lower lip, and covered all the white teeth below.
Qingxiao laughed and said: It’s not like this, the tip of the tongue should be upward, not downward
A Ling was stunned, staring at Qingxiao with round eyes, full of inquiries
Qingxiao smiled and hugged A Ling hard, not letting him separate. Her lips gently covered his mouth. She felt that the other person's breath seemed a little unstable. Her tongue was stirring unconsciously, and she probably also tasted the taste of the dough below. Her mouth was full of sweet fragrance of vanilla and honey, which made people intoxicated and itchy.
Qingxiao's eyes were filled with tenderness like water, and she whispered: Come on, stick out the tip of her tongue and let me taste it, is it sweet?
A Ling was stunned and wanted to say that his tongue was not a dessert that would not be sweet, but he was used to obeying orders and stretched out his tongue softly, immediately wrapped by Qingxiao's passionate lips and tongue, wrapped in the sea of passion.
Out of instinct, he also sucked Qingxiao's lips and tongue, as if he was savoring the most delicious jelly world began to collapse and collapse. The sweet fragrance of honey filled the whole mouth. However, for some reason, he felt sad from it, like slowly melting chocolate, silk satin-like smooth and sweetness mixed with a hint of bitter taste.
The flames are teasing and burning, and his sensitive body is astonishingly hot, but his heart is filled with sadness, like standing on the edge of a cliff on a summer night, looking up at the stars lonely day, looking at him, clear and cold, shining, like the sad candlelight on the altar
The light is cold
The stars are so far away from him
He felt dizzy, as if he was suffocating, the night was too dark and the stars were too dark, making him unable to see the way forward clearly
Even with such a hot hug and such a hot kiss, it cannot eliminate a small loneliness
But he still wanted to jump without saying a word, no matter whether he was flying up to the blue cloud or falling from the cliff.
He relaxed himself to the dizziness of not knowing the past and the future, completely forgot the time until Qingxiao suddenly let him go
Ah, God! He heard Qingxiao moan, his voice hoarse and weak. Why don’t you wear clothes? Don’t you know that this will die?
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