Chapter 8 - , WiFi password

Yan Rong felt a little pain and a little anger, but he endured it.

It is his own willingness to exchange the only thing that can be exchanged for what he wants. What method Wang Jin uses to take it is Wang Jin’s freedom.

In a sense, when he promised to be Wang Jin’s bed partner, he was no different from a prostitute.

Wang Jin did not want to love him from the beginning to the end, nor did he want to **** him, but to prostitute him.

Thinking of this, he felt that he should be more numb.

But Wang Jin kept teasing him, and for a boy who had only had two sexual experiences, some of the stimulation was simply unbearable.

Soon Wang Jin felt a hot flush in his palms.

Then he froze for an inappropriate time.

He is in a bad mood today, and as an adult unmarried male with a handsome appearance, a good income, a beautiful bed partner, and his parents never urge marriage, he has no good reason for being in a bad mood.

He lowered his head and found that Yan Rong, who was supposed to be weak and confused, was quietly looking at him with a cold and arrogant look, and immediately closed his eyes after touching his gaze.

Just for a moment, Wang Jin’s heart swayed.

He touched the face of the puppet cat and asked in his usual tone, “You are hot, have a fever?”

Yan Rong opened her eyes, but did not look directly at him, looked away, and said, “I’m not hot.”

Wang Jin said: “It’s very hot inside.”

Yan Rong was embarrassed by this sentence, and she couldn’t help but shrink.

Wang Jin jokingly begged for mercy: “Baby, don’t **** me.”

Yan Rong blurted out: “Who is your baby?”

Wang Jin didn’t answer this sentence, patted his buttocks, and coaxed softly: “Be good, relax, let me come out first.”

Of course Yan Rong didn’t take that “baby” seriously, he hated Wang Jin’s frivolous address to him.

He took a breath and slowly relaxed, Wang Jin slowly pulled it out.

He was a little surprised, he thought that what Wang Jin said was “Cum out”.

Wang Jin put on his trousers, took a wet towel from under the coffee table, and helped Yanrong to wipe clean, with very gentle movements, after helping him clean, he said, “I’m going to wash my hands, you first Play by yourself for a while.”

The first second was a demon, and the next second it returned to normal.

Yan Rong thought silently, is she schizophrenic?

Before Wang Jin came back, he sorted out his clothes, clasped his legs together, and sat restrainedly on the sofa.

He thought of something embarrassing.

He told Bo Tu that he wanted to stay here for a few days, and he also brought homework and a change of clothes for the winter vacation. He had already thought that it was possible to sleep with Wang Jin anytime, anywhere, but he forgot that apart from going to bed, He also has contact with Wang Jin outside of bed.

Wang Jin went downstairs and changed clothes.

Yan Rong pretended not to be embarrassed at all and said, “Wang Jinzhou, I want to stay here for a few days.”

Wang Jin, whose name was changed again, laughed and said, “I saw your suitcase.”

Yan Rong saw that he did not mean to refuse, so he said, “I can help you with the housework.”

Wang Jin smiled and said, “No, I invite someone to do it. I usually don’t come back for dinner, can you do it yourself?”

Yan Rong didn’t understand what he meant and said, “I don’t need a kitchen, I order takeout.”

Wang Jin said: “I mean, it’s easy to feel sad when you eat alone.”

Yan Rong said: “I often eat alone, and I don’t feel sad.”

“Then you’re pretty good,” Wang Jin smiled again and said, “I can’t.”

Yan Rong didn’t understand what he said, so she didn’t answer.

Wang Jin looked at him and asked, “Does it still hurt?”

Yan Rong knew what he was asking, and it still hurt a little bit, Wang Jin was too rough just now.

He said, “It doesn’t hurt.”

Wang Jin didn’t ask anymore. He picked up his suitcase and said, “Come on, I’ll show you your room.”

Yan Rong was taken aback, his room?

Wang Jin has already walked up the stairs, he got up and followed behind, still wondering if this Chinese sentence means something else.

Wang Jin took him to a room on the third floor, pushed open the door, and introduced: “It is well-lit, suitable for homework, and quiet, and I can’t hear the movement downstairs. I come back every day. It won’t affect your rest. What do you think?”

Yan Rong: “…very good.”

Wang Jin put down the suitcase and said, “Then pack it yourself, the wardrobe and desk drawer are empty.”

Yan Rong nodded, Wang Jin was about to leave, remembered again, and added: “Oh, the WiFi password is ‘Wang Jin’s diamond-encrusted JJ’, ‘JJ’ is a capital letter, and the rest are all Chinese Pinyin, do you know Pinyin?”

Yan Rong: “…Yes.”

Wang Jin didn’t think this password was arrogant and stupid at all, and left with a graceful smile.

Yan Rong stayed just like that.

There is a big gap between the living and living as he originally imagined.

Until the weekend, Wang Jin not only did not harass him all the time, nor did he ask him to sleep with him every night. Except for sending him upstairs on the first day, Wang Jin never came to this room again.

Until Friday night, he was leaning against the bedside to watch a movie with a tablet, Wang Jin called and said, “Have you gone to bed yet?”

He knew what Wang Jin wanted to do, and was a little nervous, but still said, “Not yet, wait a moment, I’ll go downstairs after taking a shower.”

Wang Jin said, “Just come down and let’s wash together.”

Wang Jin is undoubtedly a master of flirting, Yan Rong went from being at a loss when he first entered the bathroom to gradually becoming confused, and the water temperature of the water heater only dropped a few degrees.

Yan Rong’s physique is medium-to-high among his classmates, but in front of Wang Jin, he is obviously very petite, Wang Jin can pick him up in any way, and the suspended position is easy to enter to a deeper place.

Wang Jin’s sense of satisfaction is huge, he likes to have **** with this boy, and likes to see the boy’s reluctance but crying orgasm.

He took Yan Rong out of the bathroom, and did it again on the bed. At the end, Yan Rong pushed his shoulders and kept making a comfortable moan.

He enjoys Yan Rong’s body, and is hypocritically worried that before Yan Rong becomes a slut, he may be trained to become a slut.

After he was done, he asked, “Do you want to go back upstairs to sleep, or just here?”

Yan Rong closed his eyes, did not answer him, and was so sleepy that he fell asleep.

He helped Yanrong cover the quilt, put on a coat himself, and came back after smoking on the balcony.

Wang Jin lay down beside him lightly, before turning off the light, he habitually touched the mobile phone by the bedside to take a look.

There is a new text message from an unknown number: “I have confirmed the time. The flight to Beijing next Thursday will only stay for half a day. Are you really not free to meet me?”

Wang Jin frowned, threw the phone aside, and turned off the light.