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

afraid?

Who are you afraid of?

Afraid of Su Qingchen?

As if he had heard something funny, Zhou Lang retorted loudly: "You said I was afraid of you? Why should I be afraid of you? What do you have that I should be afraid of? You should be afraid of me. Don't forget Your life is in my hands, as long as I want to, I can kill you now. So why am I afraid of you? If I am afraid of you, I will be a puppy!"

After saying this almost in one breath, Zhou Lang raised his head slightly and looked at Su Qingchen.

Su Qingchen was silent and looked at Zhou Lang quietly.

The young man's expression was intentionally ferocious, an obvious bluff, without any deterrent effect.

With a restrained expression on his face, Su Qingchen lowered his head and approached Zhou Lang, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Lang, why are you afraid of me?"

Zhou Lang sneered, and said without hesitation, "Su Qingchen, are you deaf or can't understand human speech? I said I'm not afraid of you, but I'm really not afraid of you. If you ask a hundred times, I'll get the same result."

"Then—" Su Qingchen leaned forward and pressed close to the boy's ear, "Why do you back off?"

Zhou Lang's expression froze for a moment.

He lowered his head slightly and found that the distance between their feet hadn't widened, so he regained the confidence to speak.

"I retreated? When did I retreat? Which eye of yours saw me retreat? It's ridiculous... oh!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Lang let out a muffled hum.

Su Qingchen pressed Zhou Lang's shoulders with his well-articulated palms, and slammed him against the wall.

Leaning his back against the cold winter wall, Zhou Lang suddenly realized that he really backed away.

Before Su Qingchen asked, Zhou Lang was in the middle of the room.

After Su Qingchen asked, Zhou Lang was at the edge of the room.

When Su Qingchen asked, Zhou Lang kept retreating until there was no way to retreat.

As for why the distance between him and Su Qingchen hasn't been shortened, it's just because Su Qingchen kept pressing him step by step when he kept retreating.

However, Zhou Lang asked himself, is he afraid of Su Qingchen?

Of course I was afraid.

Do you want to admit to Su Qingchen that he is afraid?

How can it be?

At this time, Su Qingchen's slightly indifferent voice sounded beside her ears again.

He called: "Xiao Lang."

The candlelight in the room was dim, and Su Qingchen's face seemed to be covered with a shadow.

From Zhou Lang's perspective, he could only see his well-defined jawline.

Above the jaw line, it's all dark.

Zhou Lang's heart skipped a beat, and his Adam's apple swallowed unconsciously.

Completely different from the expression, Su Qingchen's tone was extremely gentle.

He asked: "Xiao Lang, let me ask you again, why are you afraid of me?"

He was puzzled: "Is it the reason why I'm not good enough for you?"

Behind him is the wall, on his shoulders are tight hands, in front of him is Su Qingchen's dark face.

Zhou Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up suddenly.

Put your hands around Su Qingchen's shoulders, your legs around Su Qingchen's waist, close your eyes and print on Su Qingchen's face.

bar.

Zhou Lang kissed Su Qingchen's left cheek.

Baji again.

Zhou Lang kissed Su Qingchen's right cheek.

Three baji.

Zhou Lang kissed Su Qingchen's forehead.

Four baji.

Zhou Lang kissed Su Qingchen's tightly pressed lips.

The young man's lips were cool and thin, just like his own.

The young man hanging on his body was like a ball of fire, warm and bright, and the lips pressed against him were scorching hot.

In the end, Zhou Lang shook Su Qingchen's neck, acting coquettishly without any psychological barriers.

"Brother, brother, brother~ good brother~ Brother Qingchen~ I'm afraid, will I really be afraid of you? Can you stop killing me?"

The boy blinked his big black eyes, and his tone was full of flattery, "Brother~ Good brother, I am the most timid, and I am most afraid that you will kill me~ Smile and show me, okay~" He said, In response, two tears flowed.

The tense atmosphere in the air gradually disappeared.

Su Qingchen quietly looked at Zhou Lang who was rarely close, and after a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Just like the melting of winter snow, the sky and the earth are pale.

Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to jump off the person, when he was startled to feel his world spinning.When he realized it again, Su Qingchen had already put him down on the bed.

Above her head, Su Qingchen knelt on him, with endless affection in her eyes.

Zhou Lang's expression was a little stiff, and he pushed Su Qingchen who was pressing on him.

The person didn't push away, but his hand was held instead.

Zhou Lang moved a little uneasy: "Su Qing..."

He paused for a while, and when he spoke again, he had already changed his name, "Brother, how are you getting up, you are too heavy."

When speaking, Zhou Lang blinked, looking pitiful and innocent.

Su Qingchen turned a blind eye, opened his mouth, and put the young man's index finger in his mouth.

Unlike his cool lips, the young man's mouth was hot.

Zhou Lang's heart skipped a beat again.

"Su..."

Zhou Lang just read a word, and Su Qingchen let go of his index finger.

When the fingertip came out of the opponent's mouth, it pulled out a long and thin silver thread, which reflected a little light in the dim candlelight.

Zhou Lang's heartbeat stagnated for a moment, and after the stagnation, it beat violently, which made his eardrum hurt.

However, Su Qingchen didn't seem to notice Zhou Lang's strangeness, and stared closely at his flustered eyes without blinking.Then he opened his mouth again, holding the young man's middle finger in his mouth.

Zhou Lang's face turned red.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

After a long time, Su Qingchen took all ten fingers of the young man in his mouth, raised the young man's hand, and kissed delicately on his slender wrist.But his eyes still fell on Zhou Lang's face, unwilling to miss any change in his expression.

"Su..." Zhou Lang opened his mouth with difficulty, "Su Qingchen, you, you..."

Zhou Lang couldn't finish his sentence.

Because Su Qingchen leaned over and held his lips.

Lips and tongues are intertwined, breathing is intertwined.

After the kiss, Zhou Lang softened into puddles, his moist eyes blinked, and looked at Su Qingchen pitifully.

Su Qingchen sighed, and flicked out the candle.

He lay down beside Zhou Lang, wrapped him in his arms, and said softly, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Zhou Lang nodded, and quietly got under the quilt, avoiding Su Qingchen's face, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Su Qingchen lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on his face.

When the boy's breathing calmed down, Su Qingchen called out in a low voice: "Xiao Lang."

Zhou Lang in his sleep slipped into Su Qingchen's arms.

Su Qingchen changed his posture so that he could get closer to the young man, and then murmured: "Are you going to leave me because you're afraid of me..."

Zhou Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, his eyes shine brightly.

Su Qingchen still circled Zhou Lang, with his palms sticking to his back, warm palms.

At this time, Su Qingchen's voice came from Zhou Lang's ear again.

It's the same question.

"Xiao Lang, will you leave me because you are afraid of me?"

Zhou Lang sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, Su Qingchen knew that he was pretending to be asleep, otherwise he wouldn't ask the same question again.

but……

What is 'you too'?

Why is there a 'also'?

Zhou Lang didn't answer, so Su Qingchen didn't ask.

Silence spread in the room, only the sound of breathing in the ear was real.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Lang sat up from the bed.

The black hair hangs down and spreads all over the bed.

In the darkness of the room, Zhou Lang accurately caught Su Qingchen's dark eyes.

He took the initiative to hold Su Qingchen's hand and interlocked his fingers.

"Brother, I'm not afraid of you anymore, so don't be unhappy, okay?"

Su Qingchen was silent for a moment, then sat up from the bed.

He held the boy in his arms and replied, "Okay."

Zhou Lang buried his head in Su Qingchen's arms and wrapped his arms around Su Qingchen's waist.

To Zhou Lang, Su Qingchen was like a mist.

Zhou Lang couldn't see through it, but he couldn't avoid it either.

That night, Zhou Lang had a dream, dreaming of the young Su Qingchen.

That night, the flames dyed half of the sky red, and Zhou Lang, who was forcibly saved by the ancestors of the Zhou family, was wounded all over his body, curled up in the corner of the dark room, dying.

When he thought he was going to die, he woke up again, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Su Qingchen.

Su Qingchen was covered in injuries.

Su Qingchen, who was covered in injuries but smiled at him.