The Vicious Cannon Fodder Coveted By Long Aotian Chapter 17

Vicious cannon fodder

The dim light was reflected in the blue display screen, and the bright light shone on the man’s handsome face. His rough fingertips clicked on the wireless mouse and repeatedly pulled the progress bar.

It started with fierce flapping and ended with a panicked tapping sound.

Shen Changqing had already watched the surveillance of that section of the swimming pool to death. He tried desensitization treatment, but found that it was of no use at all.

On the contrary, it allowed him to amplify his poetry. The vigorous desire continued to rise along with the hard and tight torso, becoming more and more intense.

I thought it was just a coincidence, but it turned out to be a self-defeating reality.

Sex and sexual desire are linked to appetite.

If a person does not ask for the most basic physiological needs of appetite, his sex and desires will not be very strong.

It is even difficult to be satisfied, like a pool of sea water with high salt content, lifeless, even plankton cannot survive.

Shen Changqing was like that before.

Under the long-term teachings of his family, the crazy suppression of desires, the pursuit of restrained reason, and the boring food abroad have long cultivated Shen Changqing into a faction with a pure heart and ascetic desires.

Once a raging desire occurs, according to Shen Changqing’s inertia, his first solution is to repeat it until he gets tired of it. If he gets tired of it to a certain extent, he will successfully quit.

But this time, this method had no effect at all. Instead, it forced him to more clearly recognize his hidden desires that had been suppressed for too long.

Like a dam that has been resisting the rising tide of a violent typhoon, the amount of water increases day by day, and the pressure of rising water levels continues to accumulate until a certain point. The accumulated water flow swallows and destroys the proud dam wall like a downpour.

Shen Changqing, faced with the situation of disorganization, was confused by the rising water level and did not want his previous beliefs to be unreasonably impacted.

It seems that when faith disappears, one betrays oneself.

Deep in his heart, he longed for betrayal, like Satan’s call, leading him step by step to hell and signing a contract for the freedom of his soul.

Pausing the surveillance playback, Shen Changqing covered his forehead.

No, everything is wrong.

Yu Yi just happened to fit in with his aesthetics, happened to be seen by him, happened to be able to cure his illness, happened to make him annoyed, everything was just right.Shen Changqing retorted in his heart.

The bright light of the computer fell on Shen Changqing’s stern face, as if letting him recognize his own heart.

With a click, he simply closed the computer.

The blue light disappeared instantly, the only bright spot in the bedroom dissipated, and the whole room became dark.

The desire did not disappear, but slowly raised its head like an insect buried deep in the soil that loves moisture and darkness, and spread bit by bit deeper into the depths.

He was interrupted as soon as he raised his head, and even more so when he raised his head.

Shen Changqing laughed angrily at himself, and suddenly his cloudy mind suddenly moved, and the state of disorganization moved towards reorganization.

He rummaged around in the darkness with his broad palms, touched a black hard object, opened his phone, clicked on the WeChat chat interface with Yu Yi, and pulled up to the video that Yu Yi sent him last night.

At that time, Yu Yi also dressed as a woman, but he didn’t feel anything at all and still hated him.

As long as you find the original situation, it can be solved.

However, in just thirty seconds after the video started playing, the water level reached the fault directly, and the body that had already drunk the aphrodisiac was filled with a stronger aphrodisiac again.

Veins grew like vibrant vines, spreading from the palms to the blood-congested pulses.

Hot palms, repeated burning.

Shen Changqing closed his eyes, as if giving in to his desires.

Indulge once and it won’t happen again.he thought.

He kneaded the wet and hot insect’s head, no longer interrupting its lifting, but slowly followed the lifting lines. The thick, watery liquid covered the insect’s head like a protective shield.

The sizzling sucking, the smooth touch, the forced pressing of the thumb, accompanied by Shen Changqing’s hoarse and sexy growl.

“Yu Yi.”

Just like the last sentence of the mantra, the insect was squeezed out of white, thick juice. The insect’s body still maintained a moist and hot state, and the transparent juice and water like candied haws and sugar coating slowly fell on it.

After hurriedly pulling out several pieces of wet paper, Shen Changqing kept wiping the screen of his phone and the palms of his hands.

On the bright screen, the video was playing in a loop, and the wet watermark was like a black monster constantly looking at him, examining him, and telling him.

Everything I insisted on has become a passing cloud.

Staring at the screen of his phone, his rough fingers paused on Yu Yi’s grimace, which immediately reminded Shen Changqing of what he had just shouted.

Shen Changqing quietly looked at the rough palms that were wiped clean but still wet.

He said nothing.