Qiao Shishi held two ten-yuan bills and cried and robbed the earth. Chu Xingyun was already in high spirits.

His car was destroyed, and the money reimbursed for logistics was not enough to buy the wheels. At present, he traveled by Zhao Feng who charged a bargain price to wrap around him. He ventilated all sides along the way, which was very refreshing.

When he got home, he wanted to feed the cat, but found that the two cats were missing, and there was a note on the coffee table in the living room, which was written by Xiao Shu. He told him that Mr. He was worried that you would not have time to take care of Daman and Xiaoman, so he asked me to take them away.

The signature date is this morning.

I remembered that He Cheng was discharged from the hospital yesterday and should have been at home at this time. Chu Xingyun immediately realized that He Cheng was asking him home in disguise.

So he went downstairs and got on the electric car and set off again.

When he arrived at the entrance of Jiuli Jinting Community, the security guard stopped him and recognized him for a while before confirming that he was the guest of the 7th floor resident Mr. He's house. After Chu Xingyun was released, he felt desolate. He felt that it was necessary to buy a new car. If he rode this broken electric donkey, it would be difficult for He Cheng's door to get on.

When he arrived at the door 717, he took out the door card and opened the door. As soon as he entered the entrance, he heard a soft cat moan from inside, and a cold voice with He Cheng: "Stand up, don't move."

He changed into slippers and walked to the living room. He saw He Cheng sitting on a single sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his forehead with his legs raised, and his left foot resting on his right leg hooked Xiaoman, who was lying on his instep, looked at it lazily with his eyes hanging down and said, "Go back and stay away from me."

Xiaoman is a mean person. If anyone treats it badly, he will stick to it. At this time, he squatted in front of He Cheng who dislikes it in all respects. Half of his body was wet, and he meowed at him pitifully.

Chu Xingyun stood in the living room, looking at his funny cat look, and felt that the scene in front of him was very pleasant and he could watch it for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

He took off his coat and threw it on the back of the sofa, and walked towards He Cheng.

He Cheng deliberately let him go, and after he entered the door, he didn't say anything. He glanced at him reluctantly and said to him the first sentence of today: "Jump into the milk basin."

Chu Xingyun walked to him, lowered his head and looked at Xiaoman twice. He found that the guy's white fluffy fur dyed with milk and formed into felt, so he kicked it with his feet and said tiredly: "Why don't you give it a bath?"

He Cheng turned his eyes upward and glanced at him, and said coldly with a tense face: "Is your cat or my cat?"

Chu Xingyun looked at him, of course he could hear that He Cheng was losing his temper with him, angry that he would not keep his promise, and agreed to see him the next day, but he did not show up when he was discharged from the hospital, and he disappeared for two or three days.

Chu Xingyun admitted that he was inappropriate, so he followed him and said with a smile: "Of course I washed it." As he said that, he was about to pick Xiaoman up and go to the bathroom. Xiaoman became a sperm and seemed to understand their words. He was held in his hand and started to slap around, completely showing what it means to be a virgin and mad woman. He couldn't help but scream and scratch her limbs. The whole cat was as shrill as a hero who was about to go to the execution ground.

Xiaoman hates taking a bath the most. Every time he takes a bath, he feels like pouring sulfuric acid on it. This time, Chu Xingyun almost couldn't control it.

He Cheng frowned and looked at Xiaoman's crazy look: "Don't worry about it for now. When it falls asleep, press it into the water. You can wash yourself first."

As soon as Chu Xingyun let go, the guy jumped down and hid behind Daman who was lying on the carpet and gnawing toys. At this time, it was willing to condescend to Guigui and get close to Daman. Every time he took a bath, he would push Daman out first. Sometimes Chu Xingyun really felt that it had become a spirit, a monster, or the soul of a thousand-year-old monster was stuck in his body.

After He Cheng reminded him, he felt a little sweaty on his body, regretted his rush, and forgot to take a shower and change his clothes.

He Cheng could know what he was thinking without looking at it. He bent down and beat the cat hair standing on his trouser legs, and said lightly: "Wear mine, the clothes in the cloakroom, take one of them yourself."

Since he said so, Chu Xingyun was not pretentious. He went up the second floor and took a set of cotton-linen-colored home clothes that he had never looked like he had worn very much, and returned to the first floor and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of water quickly sounded in the bathroom. He Cheng sat on the sofa and looked at the closed sliding door of the bathroom. His eyes were jogging slowly. Xiaoman, who had no memory, came back and swept the carpet back and forth on his instep.

He Cheng came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and looked at it, and warned coldly: "Next time I jump down from the table, I will throw you down from the balcony."

Xiaoman purred from his throat as if he was dissatisfied.

Chu Xingyun quickly took a shower, walked out wearing short-sleeved and long trousers, with a towel around his neck, and his hair was wet and dripping. He walked to the kitchen barefoot and opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of beer. He Cheng only drank white wine, beer, red wine, white wine and so on for him.

He was only concerned about opening a beer can, but he didn't notice that He Cheng's eyes suddenly became darker when he looked at him.

He likes barefoot at home, especially after taking a shower, and does not wear slippers. At this time, his trousers did not cover his ankles. His ankles were walking around with water vapor all over his body, which was very fascinating and bewitching in He Cheng's eyes.

Chu Xingyun opened the beer and took a sip, then boiled another pot of water, pinched the beer can and walked to He Cheng and sat cross-legged on the carpet, dragged Xiaoman into his arms, took off the wet towel on his neck and tried to put as light as possible to wipe the white hair stuck to it.

"Listen to Xiao Shu, are you looking for a new psychologist?"

Chu Xingyun asked while scrubbing Xiaoman.

He Cheng got off the sofa and sat cross-legged across from him, looking down at his hands that were hidden in the towel and rubbing Xiaoman's back. He frowned slightly, and suddenly hated Xiaoman very much and wanted to drive it away from his palm.

But he held back and said with a calm face: "Yes."

Chu Xingyun looked up at him, thinking that this man was so arrogant that he never showed a good face as soon as he entered the door. Now he is unhappy, and his face becomes worse and worse.

Chu Xingyun didn't care about him and asked again: "Where is your former psychologist? What's wrong with doing?"

He Cheng slanted his lips and sneered: "Even customer information is not well protected. Do you think she is very responsible?"

Chu Xingyun lowered his eyes and said nothing. He actually wanted to know what He Cheng needed to consult a psychologist and what he could help with, but he knew how strong He Cheng's boundaries were, so he didn't dare to ask questions at will.

He Cheng looked at his frowning and thoughtful look. He could guess what he wanted to say but didn't say, and suddenly pursed the corners of his lips and raised it slightly: "Actually, I don't need a psychologist now."

Chu Xingyun looked up at him, and the work in his hand stopped, listening to him continue to talk seriously.

He Cheng supported his hand on the floor, bent down and leaned close to his face, and laughed softly and said, "You can be my psychologist."

Chu Xingyun looked at his close eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Me?"

He Cheng said: "Yes, don't you say that if you untie the bell, you must tie the bell? You can be my doctor because you are my heart disease."

Chu Xingyun's eyes flashed, and he gently raised the corner of his left lip, smiling a little cunningly.

He heard that He Cheng was flirting with him.

"Are you still?"

Chu Xingyun raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

When He Cheng saw him answering, he was overjoyed, so he continued to work hard to approach him again and said in a deep voice: "You are the root of the disease buried in my body. Your blood is flowing all over my body, and your disease is born. You need to prescribe the right medicine."

Chu Xingyun felt numb when he was teasing her, her whole body was warm and warm. She couldn't help but roll her Adam's apple and whispered: "How should I treat you?"

He Cheng had already reached the corner of his lips in a blink of an eyelid, looking at his slightly trembling eyelashes, his tone was dull and hot, and he had a careful temptation: "For example, kiss?"

Chu Xingyun was already fainted, and he didn't even know how He Cheng kissed him. When he realized that, his lips were already wrapped gently.

Chu Xingyun and different women took different kisses. Apart from the confused kiss in the aquarium, kissing a man was the first to make a fortune, let alone He Cheng, so he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only rely on the experience accumulated over the years to give a subconscious reaction, that is, accept it honestly.

When kissing a woman, he was the dominant one's advantage. The woman was slender, sensitive and weak, and needed care and sting. However, when kissing He Cheng, he was the absolute disadvantage. At the same time, the kiss between men was not tempted, stooping, and hesitation on the edge of walking and stopping, only the convexity of love and love, and the communication between desire and desire.

Chu Xingyun easily awakened his sleeping desire under his teasing.

He Cheng was very good at first. He wrapped his lips and then wet his dry lips with his tongue, then slightly opened the distance to observe his reaction.

Chu Xingyun looked dazed, his eyes trembled, and he lowered his eyes and stared at his lips with a look of inquiry. He Cheng even saw him suddenly pursing his wet lips, and his throat trembled slightly.

He Cheng's scalp became numb and his heart became dry. He raised his hand to hold his waist and kissed him again.

He Cheng's breath smelled very nice. He didn't smoke and rarely drank. His skin emitted a clean male scent and the cold sandalwood that melted into his flesh and blood. For Chu Xingyun, the smell on his body was deeper than the stimulation of his lips and tongue. After a while, he was dizzy under the stimulation of the double sensory senses. His mind was drowsy, floating and deep, and a handful of flames buried in his body burned quietly.

He Cheng rushed away his teeth and rolled his tongue. The two of them kept intertwining and splitting between pushing, pulling and hooking. Often, he followed before he adjusted the rhythm. Later, he couldn't tell who took the initiative and who had the upper hand.

Chu Xingyun kisses is also a wild way. He has never received serious training and only knows how to entangle, use force, and his breathing is not adjusted properly. In a short while, he will breathe heavily and burn.

It was his confusion that aroused the beastly nature of He Cheng's body. He Cheng threw away the pre-rehearsed composition and routines. When he was not even knocked on his lower lip with his teeth, a slight pain went straight to the top of his brain along the nerves of the lip, he suddenly tightened his waist and fought back in a thicker and more savage manner than him, as if he was trying to swallow him into his abdomen.

Chu Xingyun's breath became increasingly broken and impatient, as if he was holding it in his chest, and his mouth was blocked tightly, and his nose was filled with his scent, so he had nowhere to vent his breath and almost suffocated.

As if he was looking for a way to survive, under the storm of He Cheng, he rang harder and suddenly stopped pushing his tongue back. The next moment he chased him quickly. A hot stream like a boiling water changed in the mouths of both parties, hooking, pushing, and rubbing. These joyful and affection skills gradually became a confrontation in the entanglement of lips and tongue. Both parties did not need to please each other carefully, but just satisfy themselves wildly and unrestrainedly, so as to relieve the extremely passionate and painful desire buried deep in the other party's lips and tongue--

They stopped until the tongues were entangled and stirred with numbness, pain, and not enough body fluids to moisten the other's mouth.

Chu Xingyun lowered his head and adjusted his breathing, and realized that Xiaoman, who had just lying in his arms, had already escaped with a towel.

The taste buds were still filled with He Cheng's smell. He couldn't help swallowing a few saliva, then raised his head, his face was still red, and he looked at He Cheng with a smile and said, "You are very experienced."

He Cheng shook his head, his thumb supported his chin, and his index finger pressed against his lips, as if he was savoring, and said, "No."

Chu Xingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, looking distrustful.

He Cheng smiled: "It doesn't take experience to do this with you, it's enough to perform on the spot."

Chu Xingyun also smiled weakly: "Then you are really talented."

"You are talented. You are my disease and my medicine. Just now, it was just a medicine guide. Only by giving yourself completely to me can you cure me-"

As he said that, He Cheng leaned forward again and approached his lips again.

Even if Chu Xingyun was really stupid by him, he understood what he wanted to do when he heard the numb love words. However, he was really not ready now, so he turned his head and avoided his lips, broke his hand off his waist, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The water in the kitchen has already boiled, and it is now the third time that he has boiled. He found the tea leaves and tea cups and wanted to make a cup of tea for himself, but he has been absent-minded. Yu Guang has been paying attention to He Cheng who is sitting on the ground and watching him, so the spout of the kettle completely deviates from the mouth of the cup, and it pours down directly to his instep-

"I|Fuck!"

Chu Xingyun threw away the kettle, grinned and hugged her feet, which were burned red, and jumped several times.

Seeing this, He Cheng hurriedly walked over and pulled him to the sofa and sat down. Then he took a basin of cold water and ice, squatted in front of him and lifted his scalded right foot and pressed it into the ice water.

Chu Xingyun hissed, and the cold and stinging sensation of the two ice and fire heaven made him want to swear again. He also endured it and did not kick He Cheng, who was holding his feet away.

He Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him, and said in a lively play, "What do you think? Even if you don't want to go to bed with me, there is no need to cause an injury."

Chu Xingyun woke up suddenly, turned red and frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense--"

"Then are you thinking?"

He Cheng interrupted him, lifted up a handful of water and poured it on his instep, and asked lightly.

Chu Xingyun looked at him with a dim look for a while, and his feet were gradually getting completely frozen by cold water, but his heart became more and more noisy and louder. He suddenly gritted his teeth and said in one go: "You choose a day and we'll get things done."

He Cheng looked up at him, his eyes flashing, light and dark, like a light lit up in the dark night, blown by the cool breeze from all directions, and it was unstable.

He lifted Chu Xingyun's feet out of the ice water and placed them on his legs, wiped the water droplets with a towel, and looked at his thin ankle with round and smooth lines. He didn't know what he was thinking, but the more powerful the flames in his eyes became, the more he struggled. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Chu Xingyun, then lowered his head and kissed his scalded instep.

Chu Xingyun was stunned. The hot skin surface touched the familiar soft and cool lips, which made him subconsciously want to retract his feet, but he just had his nerves tense and did not move.

He Cheng kissed his instep with great concentration and concentration. He even saw a pious worship similar to the believer's worship to the gods.

He Cheng put down his feet, picked up the basin and stood up, turned around and walked into the bathroom before he showed a cunning smile on the corner of his lips, and said, "Then we'll decide that, you can choose the day."

Chu Xingyun suddenly felt that his feet were frozen in the cold water. The place where he kissed him just now ignited a fire again. The burning made his skin hurt, itchy, hot and dry. In order to avoid the fire, he lay on the sofa like an ostrich and buried his head under the pillow.

Hold!

Why did he feel like He Cheng’s confusion?

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