When the protagonist of an abused novel penetrates into a sweet essay

Falling in love... Maybe this is what it feels like?It's like a little rabbit in my heart, jumping up and down because of the other party's casual smile, words and deeds, and I can't control it.

This face has obviously been read for more than ten years, plus the first nineteen books, it should have been read for a long time, but recently every time I see it, my heart beats suddenly, and I even dare not look at this person.

Hao Le moved his throat and looked away. The redness at the tips of his ears slowly moved to his forehead and eye sockets, and finally even his neck turned red.

No one listened to what was being said in the news, Zhong Quan trapped Hao Le on the carpet between the coffee table and the sofa, and kissed him tenderly.

"Master." Zhong Quan's voice was full of lust, "Can we continue with what happened last time?"

Hao Le: "!!!"

The last time was actually just a few days ago. Hao Le accidentally slipped and fell in the bathroom. In order not to hit his head, he shifted his body weight and knelt directly on the ground, his knees were black and blue.

Zhong Quan heard the movement outside, rushed in the door in a hurry, and kicked the bathroom door lock for this reason.

After entering the door, in the steaming heat, I saw Hao Le kneeling on the ground with his back facing him, sticking out his buttocks, the skin all over his body was smudged crimson by the heat, and Zhong Quan hardened in an instant.

Hao Le didn't dare to reminisce about what happened after that, and his mind roared just thinking of some details.

It was obviously not the first time to do it, but it was better than the first time, and Hao Le's heart couldn't bear it before it was done to the end.

He had deliberately avoided this topic these past few days, seeing that Zhong Quan didn't mention it much, he thought the matter had already been exposed, but he didn't expect it to be brought up again here.

"It stands to reason that he is already an old man." Zhong Quan kissed Hao Le's earlobe and exhaled hot air, "But this time it feels different, and you feel it too, right? Maybe it's because we grew up together. Watching each other change little by little... Do you still remember the first wet dream? In the second day of junior high school, I washed the underwear for you."

Hao Le's face was red, his whole body was about to curl up, and his hands tightly grabbed Zhong Quan's clothes: "Don't, don't say it!"

"All your first times are mine." Zhong Quan said in a low voice, "This time there is no Zhan Nan, no one else... You belong to me completely."

Hao Le let out a low cry of shame, and was kissed by Zhong Quan on the lips, with the tip of his tongue sticking into his teeth to attack the city, panting hotly.

……

After being exhausted, Hao Le fell asleep drowsily.

Clothes and pants were messed up on the carpet, and Hao Le was still clutching a pair of underwear in embarrassment.

Zhong Quanchi sat up naked, with a smile on his face, gently took the underwear out of his lover's hand and put it on, then carried him into the bathroom to scrub him, and carried him back to the soft bed.

"Good night baby." Zhong Quan kissed Hao Le's forehead, and suddenly felt that this was pretty good.

If you can't hear the voice of the system for the rest of your life, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being able to support Hao Le until you grow old.

As long as this person is by his side... Zhong Quan rubbed the center of his brows, vaguely feeling that as he grew older, the experience of the first nineteen books gradually began to blur, like... a dream.

Some nightmares will give people a feeling of trembling and unrelief. Even if they can’t remember the details clearly after waking up, the feeling and atmosphere will continue to exist, and the dreamer will still remember part of the scene. But not coherent.

Zhong Quan has this feeling now, he closed his eyes, maybe this time he really "lived" for too long, so that he began to blur the past.

At the same time, Hao Le also had a dream.

There seemed to be many people talking loudly in the dream, he couldn't hear clearly, but the anxiety in his heart gradually spread, he wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

"It's a little bit..." I don't know who said it, "It's a little bit..."

When Hao Le heard this voice, he didn't know why he became more and more anxious, and even anger rose in his heart. He didn't know who he was going to get angry with, but that feeling was really engraved in his mind.

This feeling lasted all night, and when the alarm clock rang the next day, Hao Le opened his eyes with a bit of hostility on his face.

It was rare to see Hao Le like this, Zhong Quan was taken aback. He turned on the headlights and took a closer look, and said cautiously, "Yesterday...was in too much pain? No, didn't you say it was very comfortable..."

"Shut up!" Hao Le hit the bell, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm just having a nightmare."

Zhong Quan breathed a sigh of relief, put his arms around Hao Le and kissed his forehead: "It's just a nightmare, you're too angry to wake up, I'll make you breakfast, you won't be angry after eating, huh?"

Hao Le wiped his face and nodded.

Hao Le went to wash up and came out. The uncomfortable feeling finally dissipated. When he passed the living room and saw the messy carpet that hadn't been cleaned, his heart beat faster again.

The beautiful picture of last night came to mind, and the emotional feeling seemed to be engraved in the blood. Hao Le bent over in embarrassment, pulled down his pants and sighed: It's good to be young.

Wearing an apron, Zhong Quan came out with breakfast, freshly squeezed juice, warm milk, fruit salad with coconut cake, and several steaming fragrant egg rolls.

Sure enough, just seeing a table full of delicious food, the negative emotions in my heart completely disappeared.

Hao Le opened the chair and sat down, quite embarrassed: "You cook breakfast every day, I'll come tomorrow."

"My dear young master." Zhong Quan took off his apron and handed Hao Le a piece of cake, "It is my honor to serve you, please don't dislike me so quickly."

Hao Le: "..."

The corner of Hao Le's mouth curled up: "That depends on your performance."

"Is my performance not good enough?" Zhong Quan blinked his eyes, half-kneeled down and held his lover's hand, and put a kiss on the fingertips, "I am willing to give everything just to make you happy, as long as Whatever you want, I will do it for you."

Hao Le didn't know why his brain twitched. Seeing Zhong Quan kneeling on one knee, he felt very itchy. The thing immediately turned into a beast.

Hao Le's face was flushed, and he secretly scolded himself for being a demon, and hurriedly retracted his feet, Zhong Quan would not let him go-just kidding, this is the first time the little lover has been so active!

Hao Le was held by Zhong Quan's ankle, and he fell off the chair with a light pull. The cake in his hand fell on his clothes, and a large piece of cream smelled fragrant.

"Wait..." Hao Le's eyes widened, but Zhong Quan picked himself up and sat on the dining table.

Zhong Quan smiled so much that his eyes turned into crescent moons, but he still did not lose his unflappable arrogance: "Master, let's do some morning exercise while we have time? It will help supply oxygen to the brain..."

"Why do you have time!" Hao Le interrupted Zhong Quan, "I'm going to be late so don't bother you...uh..."

……

By the time the two arrived at the school, the second class was already in session.

The teacher in charge of the class has long been familiar with these two "conjoined twins". The two are also students with excellent grades, and Hao Le's family background is known to everyone, so naturally no one will make things difficult for them, but this time the teacher's gaze suddenly stopped. For a moment——under Hao Le's crooked shirt collar, there was a little red ambiguous trace.

The teacher shook his head secretly, letting the two of them enter the classroom and still thinking: The way these rich kids play is really incomprehensible.

Hao Le was so tormented that his hands and feet were weak, and he was rushed to the school almost half-carried by Zhong Quan. When he arrived in the classroom, he began to fall into a deep sleep, and no one could wake him up.

Zhong Quan was sitting next to Hao Le, with a narrow aisle in between. He propped his cheeks and looked at his little lover who was sleeping with a snotty nose all through the class. He was so cute no matter how he looked.

The teacher in charge: "..." Forget about those who are asleep, why don't those who haven't slept look at the blackboard!Are the grades great!

Hao Le fell into a drowsy sleep, and felt that a coat was placed on him.The classroom is equipped with central air-conditioning. Although the temperature is suitable, it is inevitable to catch a cold. Hao Le also knew that it was Zhong Quan’s coat while he was half asleep, so he rubbed it a few times greedily, and his nose really smelled a good smell belonging to Zhong Quan. smell.

There is no previous tobacco smell, with a refreshing smell of grass and laundry detergent, and there seems to be a touch of lemon smell when you smell it carefully.

Hao Le smiled as he fell asleep, dimly remembering that he was at school, in class, surrounded by the rustling sound of pens writing on paper, and the sound of the teacher's lecture became the best lullaby, everything was so beautiful.

Once upon a time, after Hao Le realized the existence of the system, he thought countless times that it would be great if he opened his eyes and found that he was still in the class back then.

Carefree, just worrying about exams and lunch, the teacher would hit his head with a piece of chalk and say, "Hao Le! If you want to sleep, go back to sleep! What class is there!"

Then there will be good-natured laughter from the classmates around, and the good buddies will kick their chairs behind them, giving themselves a big thumbs up.

But now, he actually returned to the classroom, sitting next to his favorite person, and what he had to worry about was the simple and ridiculous thing of "It's gym class later, he can't run".

Thinking about it, and it seemed like he was dreaming, Hao Le's eyes were red.

When the bell rang for the end of the third period, Hao Le recovered from his half-asleep state. He rubbed his eyes. The students all went downstairs to go to physical education class. Only he and Zhong Quan were left in the classroom.

Zhong Quan sat in the chair unhurriedly, watched Hao Le wake up, then smiled and said softly: "Are you awake? How is your body?"

Hao Le lazily, as if drained of strength, raised a lock of hair and said, "I order you now to prohibit morning exercise."

Zhong Quan laughed softly: "Master, you were the one who lured me first."

Hao Le buried his face: "Get out!"

In physical education class, Hao Le sat under the shade of a big tree on one side on the grounds that he was not feeling well.

On the basketball court, Zhong Quan made a layup with a low hand and the girls screamed. Hao Le stared at him without blinking—the man was wearing a basketball team vest, showing broad shoulders and narrow waist, with strong arms. Pea-sized beads of sweat rolled down the dark skin, and the calf muscles were congested and swollen with blood from running and jumping fast. It looked like a black panther charged up, ready to attack at any time.

Hao Le looked at the boy's sweaty appearance, and remembered the appearance of this man last night and this morning: the same sweat rolls down, and the same tense muscles...

Hao Le gasped, swallowed with a thud, and clamped his legs awkwardly.

I am really a demon.