In his later years, Lin would stand in the kitchen and drink porridge.
Sang Zhaoguang held the remote control in his hand and looked towards the kitchen several times in a minute, with a hint of anxiety between his brows.
I thought to myself: Why doesn’t he come out in his old age? Is he eating in the kitchen?
After five minutes, Sang Zhaoguang's mind was no longer on the TV series and he finally stood up.
At this time, Lin Wannian had already drunk half of the porridge. He lowered his head to scoop the porridge while watching the video on his mobile phone.
After carefully watching the video made by the system and then looking at the shoddy ones I made before, there is indeed a big gap. Xiao Tongzi is a hidden talent.
After the comparison, I clicked on Sang Zhaoguang's account. His original name was "Cook Only for Him". After being discovered by Lin Wannian, he immediately changed his name to "Guangguang Who Loves to Cook".
After yesterday's account promotion, Sang Zhaoguang gained several thousand followers, and the number of likes for each video is increasing.
"old age."
A voice came from behind.
Lin Wannian looked up and glanced at him, then put down his phone, ignored Sang Zhaoguang, and concentrated on drinking his porridge.
Seeing that Lin Wannian ignored him, Sang Zhaoguang looked aggrieved. He was clearly practicing hand cannon with him this morning and helping him with his legs, but now he turned against him.
Feeling frustrated, he asked weakly, "Is it delicious?"
Huh? When Lin Late saw him come in, he just asked him this question: "You haven't eaten it?"
"I ate it, but I care about your opinion." Sang Zhaoguang said, lowering his head.
Lin was speechless in his old age, and almost forgot that this guy was prone to depression.
“It tastes good.”
"Yeah." Sang Zhaoguang smiled.
After finishing the porridge in the bowl, Lin Wannian simply cleaned it up and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing Sang Zhaoguang still sitting on the sofa, he walked over and sat next to him.
He said in a tone that did not allow for arguments: "Let's go to the hospital for a full body check-up."
"Oh. In later years, what happened this morning, are we in that kind of relationship?"
Sang Zhaoguang didn't care about the physical examination, he cared about his relationship with Lin in his later years.
He asked about this matter shyly, feeling a little embarrassed, but for the sake of his future sexual happiness and the realization of love, he still asked with courage.
Lin was blind and could not understand the meaning of his words, so he asked knowingly: "What is our relationship?"
Sang Zhaoguang immediately gave up and started to shut himself up: "It doesn't matter."
Seeing him like this, Lin Wannian's eyes almost rolled back. He raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder: "I have done all that for you, what do you think is our relationship?"
Sang Zhaoguang, who was in a low point, heard this, his eyes lit up, staring at Lin Wannian: "It's a relationship between partners."
Before Lin Late-Year could answer, Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head and said, "But I am disabled and not worthy of you."
Lin Wannian was convinced by this old man. Well, he knew he was not worthy of him, but he would hurt himself when he saw the pictures of him with other girls.
He said coldly: "Oh, then let's just be friends."
Just as he finished speaking, a strong hand squeezed his shoulder and the weight of his body came to him.
Lin Late raised his chin and glanced at the person pressing on him: "Sang Zhaoguang, do you know that you are very heavy?"
Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head, his hair falling down to cover his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "In my old age, I don't want to be friends with you."
"You're not saying you're not worthy... um..."
Before Lin Wannian could finish his words, a dark shadow covered him.
Their lips touched.
And quickly.
Lip and teeth entangled.
When leaving the lips, a silver thread was drawn.
The person under me has a slightly red tail, watery eyes, and a touching affection.
Her red lips were breathing slightly, and the sound of her breathing was gentle, stirring people's hearts.
Sang Zhaoguang wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, looked deeply at the panting young man, rolled his throat, swallowed his saliva, and kissed him again.
As if trying to absorb all the sweet saliva from the person in his arms.
Lin Wannian originally wanted to break free, but later his hands rested weakly on Sang Zhaoguang's shoulders.
Gradually.
The two changed their positions, and Lin Wannian sat on Sang Zhaoguang's lap.
"Hey, you're feeling it in your old age, too."
"If you keep whining, I won't want you anymore."
"No!" Sang Zhaoguang's eyes changed and his tone became heavier.
The strength on the hands increased.
Lin Wannian leaned on him and hummed.
[Fuck, this is so exciting.] 077 flew out of the bedroom and saw that its host, who was not very approachable, was very close to Sang Zhaoguang, even when he was sitting on the sofa with his back against it.
But based on its years of experience in observing systems and bases, it is definitely just pasting.
Tsk tsk, that’s what it said, how could its host not be bent.
077 admired it with some interest for a while, until the person who was originally nestled in Sang Zhaoguang's arms quietly poked his head out and shot a sharp gaze directly at the system that was peeking.
077 received a murderous look from its host, and it quickly shrank back in fear.
If you don’t want to look at it, then don’t look at it. Besides, it didn’t see much!
No, why should it feel guilty?
077 turned back again and found that the two had separated and were sitting at a certain distance from each other.
It rubbed its eyes. Damn, was it really an illusion?
Before Sang Zhaoguang had finished his pleasure, he was pushed away by Lin Wannian. He was like a resentful woman in the boudoir, staring at Lin Wannian who had already finished his pleasure with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Let's go to the hospital later, hurry up." After having fun, Lin Wannian took out his cell phone and glanced at Sang Zhaoguang standing beside him.
"Oh." Sang Zhaoguang stood up, looking back every few steps. Seeing that Lin Wannian didn't even glance at him, he had to walk into the bathroom with a wronged look on his face.
…
The afternoon sun was a bit hot. As soon as Lin Wannian stepped out of the door, the sinister sunlight shone directly at him. He stepped back and turned to walk towards the elevator: "Let's go later."
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