Loving You (Campus H) Chapter 9

 

Chapter 9: Hard and hot

Zhou Hanning was holding the silver doorknob, but Liang Hao said she didn't need her and he was forced to leave.

He kept telling himself not to rush it.

Liang Hao's last orgasm seemed to have been taken away. There were red marks on the inside of her thighs—the marks left by her pinching herself so hard to keep herself from making a sound.

She tried to stand up, but her legs fell down uncontrollably. Zhou Hanning heard a voice outside and asked anxiously: "Liang Hao, if you don't come out again, I will go in."

Liang Hao carefully wiped the liquid in the hole with tissue paper. There was still a tingling pleasure in the rubbed pussy; she bit her lip, and the soft red lips were bitten out.

Liang Hao took a calm breath and returned to Zhou Hanning, "Don't come in."

Her voice was a little cold, and Liang Hao didn't want to go out. She tidied herself up slowly like a snail, and when she was excited, the vibrating egg was covered with her lewd fluid.

In her heart, Liang Hao despises such a self; Zhou Hanning knows she is becoming depraved; perhaps she should despise herself.

Liang Hao's eyelids were drooping, her eyelashes curled up, and her beautiful lips were tightly pursed. She stepped out with one foot and forced herself to go out, but she really didn't have the courage.

Zhou Hanning waited at the door of the toilet. There was no one there, and he persuaded anyone not to come in. Zhou Hanning couldn't bear to let others hear her soft moans, even the girls. 

Zhou Hanning stared at her, wandering up and down for a while, Liang Hao couldn't stand it anymore, she stepped forward in two steps, not daring to look directly at Zhou Hanning. Liang Hao broke the silence and said, "I know you know what happened, please keep it to yourself."

Zhou Hanning was stunned for a moment. The man looked deeply at the girl in front of him and asked, "Are you sexually addicted?"

Liang Hao was so bluntly asked that her blood surged all over her body; she trembled slightly, mumbling for a long time; she was so angry that she couldn't hold her fingers; Liang Haohu looked disgusted. "So what? It's disgusting, so you'd better not get too close to me, it's too disgusting."

At this moment, Liang Hao seemed to be skinned, naked, and nailed and carved on the chopping board for people to watch. Her inexplicable anger rolled up and down, and Liang Hao's face was so red.

Liang Hao pushed Zhou Hanning violently, and she flew out like an arrow. Before Zhou Hanning could react, she only left him with a back view.

Zhou Hanning regretted it in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for acting recklessly, knowing that he wanted to take it slowly, but piercing this layer of paper out of jealousy.

Zhou Hanning chased after him; the weather was hot, he chased outside and sweated all over, but he only saw Liang Hao get into the taxi, Zhou Hanning stood under the scorching sun, annoyed, dizzy from the scorching sun, his delicate face turning red.

When Zhou Hanning came home, he was wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant. Lin Xin asked him, "Have you eaten yet? Why did you get so burned out in the sun? Did you go to work in a coffee shop again today?"

Zhou Hanning seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow. Feeling lifeless, he went back to his home and said, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, I'm going into the room."

Zhou Hanning hasn't worked since he was 18 years old. He majored in computer science at the university and is now taking orders online to develop software. He remembers that Lin Xin fell ill in his freshman year. His family was very poor, and the debt owed by his father could not be repaid. Knowing that he was sick, Lin Xin finally passed away due to untimely treatment.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Hanning looked at the dusty ceiling with his eyes open. There was only one bed and one table in the room. His chest was tight, and it seemed that he had a mouthful of cotton in his throat, which made his chest hurt even more.

Zhou Hanning's rare irritability—the feeling of emptiness that cannot be grasped, hits his whole body. He is too anxious, but next May is the day when Liang Hao will go abroad. Zhou Hanning doesn't want it to happen, but he still can't catch Liang Hao, he I don't want to regret it again.

Zhou Hanning jumped up, took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, and edited the text message, thinking about what he should send. His bony fingers pressed the keyboard, deleting and editing again and again.

The setting sun outside the window was a warm yellow, shining in through the screen window, and the light climbed onto the man's body, imprinting his tall and straight back. The man in the back kept typing on the keyboard of his mobile phone, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

After getting hit, Zhou Hanning felt better. The feeling of boredom in his chest went away slowly, and he let out a big breath.

He looked at the contents of the phone and confirmed word for word, "Liang Hao, I don't think your masturbation is a disgusting thing; I never think so. Your voice when you climax is very pleasant; I'm even addicted to it , I'm sorry to hurt you so bluntly, but what I'm telling you is that you can ask me to help you."

"I don't want you to think that sex addiction is a disgusting thing; I don't want you to hate yourself, don't want to see you unhappy because I like you."

Zhou Hanning's heartbeat was so fast that it burst out of his chest, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.

He didn't dare think about what Liang Hao would say and instead went to the bathroom to take a shower, as if to escape reality. Lin Xin went out for a walk, and Zhou Hanning was the only one at home.

The water in the bathroom was cold, but nothing could quench the fire in his chest. Zhou Hanning frowned and looked down at his desire that could not be concealed.

He sighed, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with Liang Hao's moaning—that kind of crying sound that was about to climax, or the moaning sound of coquettish panting.

After the two got married, although Liang Hao didn't let Zhou Hanning touch her, he could occasionally hear Liang Hao masturbating. Liang Hao liked to wear a red satin nightdress; she would spread her legs and close her eyes to let the non-stop beating of the vibrator while it poked her flower hole nonstop.

Thinking of this, the meat stick in Zhou Hanning's hand throbbed excitedly. The body of the young man was well developed, and the meat stick that could not be held by one hand became more and more swollen, hard and hot, like a stick baked by fire, he went up and down As he moved, his thumb kept rubbing against the glans, and the pleasure of ascending to heaven paralyzed his brain.

Zhou Hanning snorted and couldn't stop himself from saying, "Liang Hao..."

He called Liang Hao's name, trying to get a response, the meat stick was terribly swollen, the purple-red meat stick was covered with blood vessels, and the glans was so sensitive The faint semen was rubbed out, and the full amount of semen was stuck on top.

Zhou Hanning raised his head, dripping crystal clear water down his side face; he gasped for breath in a low, deep, and hoarse voice, "Um... ah..."

Zhou Hanning took a bath for an hour, then brushed his hair and walked to the bed, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and Liang Hao replied to his message.

"Zhou Hanning, you don't have to be a good person. Sexual addiction is my own business and has nothing to do with you."

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