200 Your Technique Is Poor as Hell 4yr

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The fact was that he was born two years ahead of Pei Zhen.
Hence even if he had no prior experience, Fu Sichen's awareness in such matters far surpassed Pei Zhen's.
With a kiss here and a touch there, he was able to arouse Pei Zhen to the point the man could no longer think straight.
Before Pei Zhen even knew it, he had been stripped. Ever since they became an item, Fu Sichen's kissing technique had improved by leaps and bounds, and there was no way Pei Zhen could ward him off.
In that state of euphoria, Fu Sichen was in the position to do whatever he wanted to his young boyfriend. Pei Zhen's efforts to suppress his sweet and unctuous moaning was under great strain. His face had turned a bright red, and only a thread of sanity remained that told him not to cry out.
Things were going well, until…
Suddenly Pei Zhen felt something inside of himself…
His rational mind eventually returned. Pei Zhen widened his eyes and gave Fu Sichen, who was on top of him, a startled look.
"Relax.