Your pheromones smell good

Xing Zhou smiled and bent down to pick him up. Nie Xingran didn't let the princess hug him, nor did he allow the kind of legs wrapped around his waist. Xing Zhou put his arms across his legs and carried him to the dinner table with one hand, "You No pants, the chair is cold, can you sit on me?"

"I feed you."

Nie Xingran glanced at him, stood on the chair, "Need you to feed me?"

I don't know why, but Xing Zhou just thinks he looks very cute, and he bends his eyes, "I want to feed you."

Nie Xingran sat on the chair, the injured leg was hanging down, the foot was on the floor, and the other leg was crossed, leaning against the back of the chair, with a lazy posture, "I want to drink soup first."

Xingzhou's smile was about to overflow, so he responded and fed Nie Xingran some soup.

Really nice to coax.

"what about the taste?"

Nie Xingran drooped his eyes sleepily, hummed, and opened his mouth to bite Xingzhou's chopsticks, "Hey, I want to sleep."

I was about to fall asleep just now, smelling the aroma of the food, I was so hungry that I couldn't fall asleep.

Xingzhou watched his lips open and close up close, stained with vegetable juice, turning bright red, a grain of rice stained the corner of his lips, Nie Xingran stuck out his tongue to lick, Xingzhou swallowed his throat, and looked away, "Drink another bowl Tang will carry you to sleep."

Nie Xingran heard his swallowing sound, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Don't drink."

Xingzhou coaxed softly: "If you're not hungry after drinking, just take a few sips, and the wound will heal quickly."

Nie Xingran had almost eaten. He was no longer hungry. He was sleepy. When he got angry, he kicked Xing Zhou's chair heavily, "If you don't want to drink, drink your head."

Xing Zhou hurriedly touched his feet, "You didn't wear shoes, why did you kick the chair?"

Nie Xingran is depressed and irritable, fuck.

very painful.If I knew it earlier, I would have kicked Xingzhou. When he really kicked in his temper, he would subconsciously kick dead objects, which would not hurt anyone.

Angrily wanting to give Xing Zhou a meal, he pointed to the pot of soup, "Finish it, get out if you don't finish it."

Xing Zhou gently rubbed Nie Xingran's feet, picked up the pot with the other hand, and drank half of the pot without stopping for a second, and drank it all in one go.

Nie Xingran's anger subsided a little, but he also regained consciousness from the pain. He leaned back on the chair, and the fire just came up again. He stared fiercely at Xing Zhou, "Little Thumb."

It hurts like nails are about to fall off.

Xing Zhou frowned slightly and rubbed for a while, "I'm sorry, next time you say no, I won't persuade you anymore."

Nie Xingran's feet are beautiful, very white, with pink toes, and now they are red from kicking, and a small piece of nail is cracked. Fortunately, it is on the outside. If it is on the nail bed, it will definitely bleed. Today, I always hurt my feet.

"Kick me from now on, don't kick the chair, I can kick anywhere."

The pain in Nie Xingran's feet was gone, and he pulled it back, unable to bear Xing Zhou's pitiful look, and said: "Eat, put the bowl in the kitchen after eating, if you don't want to wash it, auntie will come to wash it tomorrow."

Xing Zhou still looked at his feet, pursed his lips, "I'll carry you to bed."

Nie Xingran: "Eat your meal."

He walked back to the living room barefoot, and lay down on the sofa, "I'll carry me in after the bedroom is tidied up. You sleep in the study room at night, and there is a folding bed."

Xing Zhou knew that he was not angry anymore, but he still felt distressed and blamed himself. It was his talkativeness that caused Nie Xingran to hurt himself.

"Okay, I'll pack up after eating soon."

In fact, he didn't eat. He only ate Nie Xingran's leftover dishes. He moved very lightly, afraid that the bowl and chopsticks would make too much noise. After hearing the sound of steady breathing, he put down the chopsticks and went into the bedroom to wipe the floor, thinking that Nie Xingran was sleeping on the sofa. Uncomfortable, Xing Zhou wiped it quickly, and cleaned everything in half an hour.

After adjusting the air conditioner and curtains, I changed into clean clothes before going out to hug someone.

His body was soft and slender, he could feel it, his waist was thin and flexible, Xing Zhou smiled and covered him with a quilt.

Nie Xingran was not easy to lose his temper when he was alone in the room. After this day, he became very lazy. Various groups played games in Xing Zhou's arms. After the results came out, he read a few questions. Xing Zhou gave him a book and explained slowly. In the next step, Nie Xingran listened to the two questions and didn't want to listen anymore, so he opened the book.

"What's your number this year?"

Xing Zhou put the book away, held Nie Xingran's hand, "Second this year."

Nie Xingran sneered, "I'm only second, rookie."

Xing Zhou suppressed a smile, "Well, the first one is too good, and it will take me some time to pass him."

He rubbed into Nie Xingran's fingers and rubbed it slightly.

Nie Xingran followed him to do these little tricks, "Never mind you."

Xing Zhou: "I bought a tutorial book, it should arrive tomorrow, and I'll buy the exercises after reading it."

Nie Xingran turned over and stretched out his legs on the beanbag sofa. They were very long and straight. He stopped, hooked the TV remote control on the sofa with his feet, and turned on the switch.

I feel dizzy playing on my phone and don't want to play anymore.

Watching TV in this posture is not good for his eyes, Xing Zhou helped him up and leaned into his arms, "Is this okay?"

Nie Xingran looked at the advertisement boredly, "Just don't move."

Didn’t change the channel, wait for it to broadcast by itself, there is a series, which is more poisonous, the heroine’s parents owe loan sharks, she jumps off a building and commits suicide, relatives, friends, and the male protagonist all comfort her, saying over and over again: “It will be fine, everything will be fine Yes, it will pass."

Nie Xingran, who had been watching casually all this time, stared at the TV and finished watching this episode, his eyes were a little sarcastic, and there was something else, he said: "It's all just for fun, what they say doesn't count."

Squinting his eyes, he tilted his head into Xing Zhou's hands, his expression indifferent, "Fate is what it is."

The author has something to say: Following "I don't want to explain something" and "I don't like being weak", Xingxing once again "golden sentence", (〃￣ω￣〃)

Thank you Ruixue, Favor~, I am addicted to the four consecutive exams, I don’t know what name to choose and Xiaoai’s nutrient solution, thank you very much, eh?

Take a bow and love everyone.