The ex of the scumbag who was dressed as a black heart lotus [Transmigration Book]

Zhou Lang just casually said about cleaning up Su Qingchen, and didn't really intend to do anything to him at all, and even forgot about it after breakfast.

But look at what Su Qingchen did?

He couldn't wait to bring Zhou Lang back to the inn, and offered to clean up.

What a brain teaser.

Pushing away the big face stuck to his neck, Zhou Lang said indifferently: "Get out! Stay away from me!"

As soon as the guy came back, he exhaled and blew on his neck, which was uncomfortable.

However, Su Qingchen turned a deaf ear to it, opened her mouth to hold Zhou Lang's rolling Adam's apple, and then sucked hard.

"Well……"

Zhou Lang snorted, his legs were almost weak, but fortunately, Su Qingchen supported his waist in time to stabilize himself.

Getting angry, Zhou Lang slapped Su Qingchen's head that was gnawing on his neck.

There was a slap, and Zhou Lang said angrily, "Stop talking!"

It's no wonder that he is very angry and beats people when he disagrees.

It's really that Su Qingchen is too much, kissing, touching and biting at every turn, very annoying.

However this time, Su Qingchen did not let go of Zhou Lang as promised.

The wet and hot lips followed the young man's Adam's apple all the way up, bypassed the nicely lined jaw, and finally blocked the young man's lips.

Gentle and domineering.

Careful and undeniable.

Zhou Lang tried his best to push Su Qingchen away.

Simply give up.

The rejected hand turned around the opponent's neck, raised his face, raised his toes slightly, and closed his eyes to enjoy.

From before, Zhou Lang felt that kissing Su Qingchen felt inexplicably comfortable, and it was easy to fall into it.

It was the same this time, it didn't take long for him to soften into a puddle, hanging on Su Qingchen's body.

The breath is hot and hot, and the atmosphere is ambiguous and sweet.

Zhou Lang grabbed Su Qingchen's neck, took a breath, and suddenly realized that he was lying naked on the bed.

And the one who clings to him is Su Qingchen.

Su Qingchen was better than him, and she was wearing a white obscene dress.

It's a pity that the neckline is too wide open, and it's not revealing, like a seductive goblin, coveting the spirit of an ignorant young man.

Zhou Lang was struck by lightning.

After regaining his senses, he frantically fumbled his hands aside, trying to find out a quilt or clothes to cover him, but Su Qingchen grabbed his wrist.

"Xiao Lang~" Su Qingchen kissed Zhou Lang's wrist, every time, a red mark was printed on his fair wrist.

"You and I have been a Taoist couple for some time, but I have never been able to get you to the bliss. It is my negligence."

Zhou Lang's mind was chaotic.

She wanted to pull her wrist out of Su Qingchen's hand, but her body was dizzy and she couldn't exert any strength.

I only vaguely heard myself say: "You, you let me go..."

Su Qingchen smiled, tactfully and lowly, very seductive.

"Xiao Lang, why don't you take advantage of today and walk with me as a couple?"

He leaned over and pressed close to Zhou Lang's red ear, "You can treat me whatever you want."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lang, who was still ignorant just a moment ago, immediately woke up after hearing this.

"I don't want it!" he yelled.

"I don't want it!" The voice trembled.

"I don't want it!" The last sentence came out, and tears flowed out.

Three consecutive sentences of "I don't want" directly asked Su Qingchen to stay on the spot.

He fixedly looked at Zhou Lang, at his tightly pursed lips, at the tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

In an instant, the ambiguity in the room was gone.

The cold winter wind poured in through the gaps in the windows, making it chilly.

Su Qingchen was still supporting Zhou Lang's body, her long hair fell on the pillow, intertwined with Zhou Lang's hair.

Looking away from Zhou Lang's face, and staying on the intertwined hair for a moment, the heat in Su Qingchen's eyes gradually cooled down, turning into panic and self-mockery.

Originally, I thought that he and his Xiao Lang would be like the entangled hair, linked together, entangled together, regardless of each other, but in the end...

"Sorry, I overstepped." Su Qingchen lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

Turning over, pulling the quilt aside to cover Zhou Lang, Su Qingchen quickly put on her clothes and adjusted her appearance, and said: "I'll ask Xiao Er to boil some water, you... I will wait outside the door, If you don't want to see me, I won't come in."

As soon as he turned around, he was caught by the hem of his clothes.

Su Qingchen turned her head and saw Zhou Lang's hickey-covered hand stretched out from the quilt, carefully pinching the hem of his clothes.

At this moment, the boy's face was buried under the quilt, only revealing a pair of wet eyes with tear stains at the corners of the eyes.

Su Qingchen turned around, looked down at Zhou Lang, and reached out to stroke his hair for a long time.

"what happened?"

"You can't stand outside." Zhou Lang shrank back under the quilt, still pinching the corner of Su Qingchen's clothes.

Su Qingchen bent down and looked at Zhou Lang: "Why? Are you not angry?"

Zhou Lang turned his eyes away, "If you are angry, you are angry, but you are standing outside..." He thought for a while, "Shame on you."

Zhou Lang said the last two words very quietly, and he didn't even have the confidence.

Just now it was clear that he was so happy that he lost his mind, and rolled onto the bed with Su Qingchen without noticing.

But at the last moment, he yelled "I don't want it!"

The voice was so sad, like a big girl with a yellow flower who was forced by the gangster.

Zhou Lang himself felt nauseous.

So he has no right to be angry.

If you want to be angry, it should be Su Qingchen who is angry.

But Su Qingchen thought he was angry, so he should be angry.

Anyway... Zhou Lang shrank his body, anyway, he is an unreasonable scumbag.

"So you don't want me to stand outside?" Su Qingchen asked softly.

Zhou Lang nodded, and let go of the hand that was holding Su Qingchen's clothes, trying to retract the quilt.

However, Su Qingchen took a step ahead of him and held his hand.

Staring at Zhou Lang, Su Qingchen tentatively kissed Zhou Lang's finger.After realizing that the other party just shook his hand and showed no sign of pulling it back, his heart that had been collapsing was relieved.

After kissing every finger, Su Qingchen stuffed the boy's arm back into the quilt, leaned over and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Wait a minute, I'll call someone to bring hot water in."

Zhou Lang nodded and watched Su Qingchen leave the room.

When the footsteps went away, he threw off the quilt and sat on the bed, panting heavily for his beating heart.

After a long time, the heartbeat calmed down, and the sound of Su Qingchen's footsteps gradually approached.

Zhou Lang scolded himself: "Spicy chicken!"

Then he lay down again, and got into the bed completely.

Hearing the sound of the waiter's walking and the pouring of hot water coming from outside the quilt, Zhou Lang couldn't help but began to curse in his heart again: "Spicy chicken! Deserves to be scum! Deserves to be... scum..."

Thinking that one day he would change from his current position to his predecessor, Zhou Lang sniffed and continued to scold.

It's just that this time the object of scolding is no longer himself.

"Spicy chicken! You dare to seduce a dog to force She Jiu with a Taoist companion! You deserve it!"

While scolding Daoxing on his head, the quilt was lifted.

Su Qingchen was condescending, kissed Zhou Lang's lips, and said warmly: "The hot water is ready, go down and wash."

Zhou Lang wrapped himself tightly in his little quilt, didn't move, and signaled Su Qingchen to leave with his eyes.

Su Qingchen hooked his nose: "Why are you ashamed? Is there anything else on your body that I haven't seen?"

Zhou Lang opened his mouth and scolded, "Get lost!"

Is this something you have never seen before?

This is because he has strawberry marks all over his body, and he is afraid of embarrassing things for the two of them facing each other!

Zhou Lang insisted, Su Qingchen had no choice but to nod: "Okay, you don't allow me to see it, I just don't want to see it."

He did what he said, and he really turned his back on it.

Zhou Lang then got out of the bed, wrapped himself up and ran behind the screen.

After a while, her head popped out from behind the screen again, and shouted at Su Qingchen: "Don't move without my order!"

Su Qingchen should be right away.

Steam was rising from the barrel, Zhou Lang stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, and it was just right.Then he stepped into the bucket, causing the sound of water.

Enveloped in hot water, warm, Zhou Lang sank into the water, looking down at the red marks all over his body, his eyes unfocused.

Su Qingchen didn't speak, and Zhou Lang didn't speak either.

The room became quiet again, and a needle could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Lang in a daze heard: "Xiao Lang, don't be in a daze anymore, the water is going to be cold."

It was Su Qingchen's voice.

The water is really cold.

Zhou Lang tilted his head slightly, and through the translucent screen, he vaguely saw Su Qingchen standing beside him with his back still facing him.

It seems that he has been standing like this since he turned his back.

Zhou Lang's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and dived into the water.

After a while of turmoil, the water surface returned to calm.

Gululu bubbles emerged from the surface of the water, and long black hairs floated on the surface of the water.

Zhou Lang was bored in the water, the pre-existing air in his mouth leaked from the corner of his mouth little by little.

After a while, the last bit of air spit out.

The feeling of suffocation enveloped Zhou Lang, but he didn't get out of the water, and even used his spiritual power to hold his breath to resist the feeling of suffocation.

1 minutes passed.

2 minutes passed.

3 minutes passed.

……

Crashing——the sound of water rang out.

Su Qingchen picked up the angry Zhou Lang from the water.

The water-soaked long hair was plastered to the back of his cheeks, Zhou Lang looked at Su Qingchen, half pouted, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.

Zhou Lang said: "I told you not to move."

The voice was soft, as if coquettish.

"Well, sorry, I broke my promise." Su Qingchen said.

Picking Zhou Lang's hair from the side of his face behind his ears, he slowly leaned over and kissed the young man's pale lips soaked in water, tender to the bone.

Zhou Lang didn't hide.

Standing in the bathtub, wrapping wet hands around Su Qingchen's neck, kissing him.

Kiss, from shallow to deep.

After a long time, Zhou Lang couldn't take it anymore and stopped to take a breath.

Su Qingchen took advantage of this gap to check the temperature of the water, it was a bit cold, so he recited the mantra to generate heat.

In the blink of an eye, the water temperature rose again.

Zhou Lang also sat back in the water and shook his hair at the same time, water droplets splashed Su Qingchen's face.

The corners of Su Qingchen's tightly pursed lips finally loosened, and she smiled.

He raised Zhou Lang's arm that was covered in red marks, and wiped it carefully with a towel soaked in water.

"Does it hurt?"

After wiping one arm, Su Qingchen asked.

Zhou Lang nodded and replied, "It hurts."

Soaking in the water, surrounded by a sense of suffocation, when you have to hold your breath with spiritual power to fight, it really hurts.

Su Qingchen sneered: "It still hurts."

Zhou Langmo.

It's because of the pain that it messes up.

Because of the pain, Su Qingchen will come over.