If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Ning Xiuping's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice became hoarse for some reason.

"Achu, are you okay?"

"My feet... my feet are numb." Song Chuyi pursed his lips, with a hint of crimson at the end of his eyes, "Brother Ning, hold me."

Ning Xiuping picked up Song Chuyi and walked out of the laboratory.

After arriving at the car, he put him on the passenger seat, squatted down and held his calf.

"Still numb?"

"A bit." Song Chu said in a low voice.

Ning Xiuping lowered his eyes and rubbed Song Chuyi's calves.

His palms were warm, and you could clearly feel the heat in his palms through his thin pants.

He kneaded it carefully, as if he was conducting an experiment at a critical moment.

Song Chuyi was very familiar with his expression.

With a thought in his mind, he bent down slightly and raised his hand to take off his black-rimmed glasses.

"Sure enough, it looks better without glasses."

He murmured, and his body leaned towards him as if uncontrollably.

Soon, his lips gently fell on Ning Xiuping's eyes.

Ning Xiuping's eyelashes trembled rapidly, as if he was flattered by the sudden kiss.

The big massaging hand exerted even more force, almost losing control of his body.

"Achu, don't be like this."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

Song Chuyi smiled slyly, "What else?"

"Brother Ning, you obviously like him too."

"Or..." Song Chuyi tapped his fingertips on Ning Xiuping's heart, "Brother Ning doesn't like it?"

"I like it." Ning Xiuping responded without hesitation, "I like it very much."

He slowly released the big hand holding his calf and stood up.

The white coat was still on him. He closed it up as if he wanted to cover something.

"Go home first."

He whispered, closed the passenger door, and walked around to the driver's seat.

When I got in the car, I took off my white coat.

As soon as he got into the car, he put his white coat on his lap.

Song Chuyi noticed his movements, smiled, and stretched out his hand.

"Brother Ning, let me hold the white coat for you."

"No." Ning Xiuping clenched the steering wheel with both hands, "No need."

The bulging veins are faintly visible on the arms.

"Just put it here."

He started the car and it sped out.

Song Chu rolled his eyes and observed carefully.

Oh~ it’s convex.

He suppressed a smile, turned his head and looked out the window.

Ning Xiuping was so innocent, just a kiss on the eyes...

A bad taste came to his mind, and he suddenly wondered how he would react in bed.

Song Chuyi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and had an idea in his mind.

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At night, Song Chuyi and Xiaolihua played for a while and then saw the light in the study turned off.

Guessing that Ning Xiuping was going to sleep, he immediately rubbed Xiao Lihua's cat head.

"Little Lihua, daddy is going to do something big tonight, so go to bed quickly."

Little Pear Blossom: Meow?

Song Chuyi put down the little pear flower, got up and walked to the bedroom.

Half an hour later, he knocked on Ning Xiuping's bedroom door in his pajamas.

"Come in."

Ning Xiuping opened the door while speaking and took a sharp breath.

Song Chu was only seen wearing a pair of loose pajamas, and the pajamas that originally matched the pajamas were missing.

Those long, white legs were exposed to him without any reservation.

"Brother Ning." Song Chuyi smiled sweetly at Ning Xiuping, "The pajamas are stained by little pear blossoms. Can I sleep with you in just pajamas tonight?"

Ning Xiuping turned sideways, not daring to look at Song Chuyi.

"can."

He seemed to be speaking calmly, but in fact the rapid rise and fall of his chest revealed his inner unrest.

"Achu, you go to bed first, I'll take a shower."

After saying that, he hurried into the bathroom without even taking his pajamas.

Song Chuyi chuckled and walked into the bedroom.

The room was not hot, and Ning Xiuping always liked to turn on the air conditioner very low.

Fortunately it was midsummer, so it wasn't cold at all.

After Ning Xiuping entered the bathroom, Song Chuyi walked to the seat facing the bathroom and sat down.

Her legs hung down from the side of the bed, swaying slightly.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water covered up the sound of heavy breathing, but Song Chuyi, who had excellent hearing, caught the sound of breathing.

Ning Xiuping took a long time to take a bath, and even on the first day of Song Dynasty, he felt a little bored.

He simply got up, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked on the door.

"Brother Ning, you didn't bring your pajamas."

The sound of water became quieter, and Ning Xiuping's voice came from inside.

"Sorry, Ah Chu, can you get it for me?"

"Okay." Song Chuyi responded, picked up his pajamas, and knocked on the door again.

Ning Xiuping opened the door, revealing only half of his body.

"Thank you."

Song Chuyi handed him his pajamas, and just when Ning Xiuping was about to close the door, he saw him rushing towards him.

Ning Xiuping released his big hand holding the door and wanted to catch Song Chuyi.

Unexpectedly, Song Chuyi seemed to be hiding from something and jumped inside.

He accidentally pressed the shower switch, and the water that had been turned down became louder, instantly soaking Song Chuyi's pajamas.

Ning Xiuping was stunned and turned to look at him.

Song Chuyi knelt down on the ground at some point and unbuttoned two of his pajamas.

The wet pajamas could not cover her fair and pink skin.

And Xiao Lihua, the culprit who turned Song Chuyi into this, was looking at her father with her kitten head tilted, as if she didn't know why he was sitting on the ground.

"Xiao Lihua, get out."

Ning Xiuping said in a deep voice.

The clever little pear flower seemed to feel the pressure from the other father, so she said "meow" to Song Chuyi and walked out of the bathroom obediently.

Ning Xiuping closed the bathroom door to prevent Little Lihua from scaring Song Chuyi again.

After closing the door, he walked up to Song Chuyi and lowered his head.

Song Chuyi just looked up at him.

This natural height difference made Ning Xiuping feel in a trance.

He had an illusion, an illusion that Ah Chu could be ravaged by him.

The water mist shrouded Ning Xiuping's face, making his deep eyes slightly foggy, making him look even more unpredictable.

There seems to be a deep undercurrent hidden there that cannot be seen, surging under the calm eyes.

"Achu."

Ning Xiuping stretched out his hand, palm upward.

Song Chuyi blinked and was about to raise his hand to put it on, but saw Ning Xiuping curling his fingers slightly.

Before he could put his hands up, he grabbed his jaw.

"So cute."

Ning Xiuping murmured, a dark light flashing in his narrow eyes.

The young man's delicate and beautiful little face was so fragile and pitiful, just like that rainy night when he was huddled in the corner, waiting for his rescue.

The boy's clothes were all soaked.

Fragile and soft, it easily aroused the desire for control in his heart.

Ning Xiuping finally realized that he brought the boy home not just because he wanted to take him home.

But...