Shen Yanci VS Lu Ran
A giant, beautiful and elegant top art collector VS a giant and good fighting athlete
Shen Yanci never thought that he would have an almost greedy obsession with a sweat-smelling penis.
The man's sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to his chest, and his plump chest muscles rose and fell with his breathing. From his narrow waist down to his hips wrapped in sweatpants, the curvature when he turned around was more impactful than any ancient Greek human sculpture in his collection.
Fragment one
"I would like to ask Mr. Lu to teach me core training."
Shen Yanci blocked the door of the gym, playing with the black card with his fingertips, but his eyes were glued to the abdominal muscles exposed when he opened his coat. The muscles there were distinct and rose and fell with his breathing.
Fragment 2
"I heard that you have a soft sword from the Ming Dynasty?"
Shen Yanci raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised that he would talk about this: "The scabbard of that sword is made of shark skin, and it feels good to hold."
Lu Ran stopped covering up and stared directly at Shen Yanci's hand. The joints are clear, the fingers are slender, and there is a light callus at the tiger's mouth. It is said that it is worn out by holding pens and playing with antiques for many years.
"Mr. Shen's hand," Lu Ran's voice lowered, with a deliberately hoarse tone, "when holding the sword, it must look very good."
XP's work, the sudden inspiration is recorded, and is being saved. A pure sweet article that can be enjoyed by people of the same mind.
Intention: Wherever sincerity comes, gold and stone will open up
