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

—Who are you showing this affectionate look to?

Zhou Lang's words were not so much a question, but a simple question.

He was so curious.

She was so curious that she knew it was best to follow Su Qingchen's wishes, but she still blurted out her doubts.

Su Qingchen failed to give Zhou Lang an answer in time.

Because this is a question that he himself has not been able to figure out.

Why is he reluctant to part with Zhou Lang?

Why every time I see him, I can't help but want to get closer?

Why does hearing him call 'brother', it seems like the whole body is boiling with blood.

This look...

What's the difference between this look of wanting to stick to Zhou Lang's body every day, and when the love voodoo was unresolved in the past?

Su Qingchen was confused.

He subconsciously didn't want to admit that he still liked Zhou Lang, still loved Zhou Lang.

Because he is still not reconciled.

Not reconciled to the years of hard work in vain, not reconciled to gaining all of his body and mind, Zhou Lang wanted to escape all the time.

So, after Zhou Lang asked this sentence, Su Qingchen hid her body and left Zhou Lang's room as if fleeing.

Zhou Lang lay quietly on the bed, motionless, his eyes still covered with Su Qingchen's hairband.

The room was silent, Zhou Lang suddenly laughed, raised his hand and tore off the hairband over his eyes.

In the dark night, his eyes seemed to be lit with a lamp, which was astonishingly bright.

Holding the headband tightly in the palm of his hand, Zhou Lang curled up into a ball, opened his lips and exhaled: "Heh!"

Early the next morning, Zhou Lang caught a glimpse of the white hair band still wrapped around his wrist, and pursed his lips.

After tidying up and washing up, Zhou Lang sat in front of the bronze mirror, gently pressed the wooden teeth of the comb to the scalp, and combed to the end.

But in the past, the combing action that ended in three or two strokes took a lot of effort today.

After combing the same bundle of hair for an unknown number of times, Zhou Lang finally shifted his gaze to the white hair tie lying quietly on the corner of the table.

It took a long time to look at it, and even the action of combing his hair stopped.

Three thousand blue hairs were scattered, Zhou Lang lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were full of looking at the white hairband, it was him who could distinguish the unfeeling softness.

Zhou Lang couldn't bear to think, he should wash Su Qingchen's hair tie left here and put it in a conspicuous place in the house.

Wait until Su Qingchen comes back at night...Maybe he won't come again tonight...

But no matter tonight or any night in the future, it won't be too late for Su Qingchen to take this hairband away when he comes over.

However, Zhou Lang picked up the hairband by some strange coincidence, and tied himself a simple ponytail.

Before going out, he also took out the short knife from Su Qingchen from the storage bag - the short knife whose tip pierced the opponent's chest.

Deliberately pinning the dagger on his waist in a conspicuous place, Zhou Lang walked out of the room.

The spring breeze is blowing on the face, and the hair band behind the head is fluttering in the breeze.

Today Zhou Lang went to the back mountain as usual.

When spring comes to the earth, everything recovers, and the winter jasmine flowers on both sides of the mountain road bloom brilliantly.

Zhou Lang came to the world dressed in white, and walked from the other side of the flower tree, with a faint smile on his lips, he was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people.

Rabbit Jingsu stood at the side of the mountain road, inadvertently staring at it.

He could clearly see Zhou Lang's headband fluttering in the wind, it was the one he had tied around his eyes last night.

He saw clearly the short knife pinned to Zhou Lang's waist, and moved it every step he took.

A daze flashed in Su Qingchen's eyes, as if he couldn't see the deep meaning behind Zhou Lang's attire at all.

He just looked at Zhou Lang stupidly.

In sight, Zhou Lang's figure was getting closer and closer, and finally squatted down in front of him, picked him up and put him in his arms.

"I went to your room to look for you, but I couldn't find you, so I thought you must have hidden in the back mountain again."

Zhou Lang's words were unconsciously gentle, and he said in a gentle voice, "Am I that scary? I just asked you to make a fierce expression, why did I scare you into such a state?"

Rabbit Jingsu didn't reply.

The scarlet rabbit eyes were fixed on the hair band behind Zhou Lang's head.

He felt Zhou Lang's hand pinching his ear.

He heard Zhou Lang laugh softly in his ear.

"why are you laughing?"

Rabbit Jingsu nestled quietly in Zhou Lang's arms, and asked abruptly.

"Thought something funny."

Rabbit spirit slightly pricked up his ears, and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Um……"

Zhou Lang pondered for a moment, then said: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just..."

He 'just' shut up.

Su Qingchen's heart seemed to be gently scratched by a cat's paw, and she was very curious about what he would say next.

Fortunately, Zhou Lang finally said it.

"I just feel that love, love, and the like are really confusing."

Pinching Rabbit Jing's ears, Zhou Lang sighed, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I decided to give myself another chance..."

opportunity?

Su Qingchen's mind was dizzy.

what chance?

Before Su Qingchen could figure it out, Zhou Lang raised his two front feet and looked at him.

"I apologize if I guessed wrong, but..."

Saying these words that made other monk Zhang Er puzzled, Zhou Lang's face slowly moved closer to Rabbit Jing's three-petal mouth, and finally, in Rabbit Jing's staring red pupils, he put a kiss on his lips.

The body was faster than the mind, Su Qingchen had already recovered his original appearance before he could react.

He clasped the back of Zhou Lang's head, lowered his head and kissed Zhou Lang's lips.

The hot tongue pried open Zhou Lang's lips, drove straight in, and wreaked havoc in his mouth.

Zhou Lang's body was slightly stiff, but he still wrapped his arms around Su Qingchen's waist.

This response seems to have stimulated Su Qingchen.

Zhou Lang only felt that the other party's breathing was much heavier, and his body was pushed to the ground by the other party.

What greeted the back of Zhou Lang's head was not the hard and cold ground as imagined, but a soft pillow.

His body was trapped in the brocade quilt, and his clothes were peeled off one by one.

Contrary to him, the clothes on Su Qingchen's body are still on well.

His kiss spread down from the corner of Zhou Lang's lips, and he breathed heavily one after another.

He seemed to be in a hurry, and he didn't even care to take off his clothes, so he had already inserted himself into it.

Zhou Lang's mind was muddled, thinking like this - really a beast in clothes and hats is not bad.

The movements of this well-dressed animal are not only eager, but also full of ferocity, every time it hits, it seems to use all the strength of the whole body.

Zhou Lang doubted very much that if his body was weaker, he would be knocked to pieces directly by the opponent.

But no matter how much he complained in his heart, Zhou Lang still wrapped his arms around Su Qingchen's neck when he was conscious, and whispered in his ear: "Brother..."

Su Qingchen stopped for a moment.

But it only stopped for a moment, and then there was a more fierce impact.

……

Zhou Lang couldn't remember everything after that.

I only remember that his arms were always around Su Qingchen's neck, and I only remembered that Su Qingchen kept calling his name in his ear.

"Xiao Lang... Xiao Lang... Xiao Lang..."

……

"Xiao Lang, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhou Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the window, the night is gloomy, and the full moon hangs high.

Zhou Lang was soaked in hot water, behind him was Su Qingchen's ungenerous, but reassuring chest.

The delicate kiss fell on the back of the neck, and Su Qingchen's voice sounded in the hot air, a little unreal.

"Xiao Lang, how did you recognize me?"

Zhou Lang lowered his eyes, picked up Su Qingchen's hand on his waist, imitated the other party's appearance last night, and lightly kissed each finger.

"During the Tianji Gate, I tossed Sang Hua for half an hour before I attracted you. But recently, I have been tossing the rabbit all day long, making physical contact very frequently, but you have been watching from the sidelines."

"Hehe..." Su Qingchen smiled happily, "So you suspect that the rabbit spirit is me? I thought I pretended to be very good, completely different from the previous appearance."

Leaning in his arms, Zhou Lang nodded with a weary expression: "It's really similar, so I'm not sure."

Su Qingchen carried Zhou Lang out of the tub, wiped off the water stains on his body, wrapped him in a quilt into a cocoon, and hugged him in his arms.

"Aren't you afraid that it's not me? Are you not afraid that I will be angry because you kissed someone else?"

The expression on Zhou Lang's face was that of satisfied after sex.

He closed his eyes, and said casually: "I avoided my mouth." He pursed his mouth, and his tone was a little dissatisfied, "My dear, I have a hairy mouth, and I didn't even dislike you..."

But in fact, Zhou Lang was not very worried.

His intuition told him that if the rabbit spirit wasn't Su Qingchen, he would never have succeeded in kissing him.

Su Qingchen seemed to see what was going on in Zhou Lang's heart, and couldn't help leaning closer, and gently tapped Zhou Lang's lips: "It's my fault."

Just when the atmosphere was warm, Su Qingchen hesitated, but still asked what was in his heart.

"why?"

"what why?"

Zhou Lang pretended to be stupid.

"My headband is tied on my head, my short knife is pinned to my waist, and I said something to give myself another chance..."

Su Qingchen pointed out Zhou Lang's actions today, with countless tenderness in his eyes.

Zhou Lang was tossed all day long, and he was very tired. With his eyes closed, he was already half asleep and half awake.

Hearing Su Qingchen's question, he subconsciously told the truth.

"Because I don't want to lie to myself anymore..."

Zhou Lang muttered, shrinking into Su Qingchen's arms.

Su Qingchen kissed Zhou Lang's forehead, and asked bewitchingly, "And then?"

"Then don't kill me, okay..." Zhou Lang's voice became lower and lower, with vague grievances, "I don't want you to hate me..."

Su Qingchen didn't move, and didn't reply.

He hugged Zhou Lang in a daze, feeling that everything in front of him seemed unreal.

But there is one thing that Su Qingchen is very sure of.

That's why he's happy.

Never been so happy.

Almost opened his eyes until dawn.

It wasn't until the dawn was about to break and the red clouds entered the gaps in the window that Su Qingchen seemed to react, and replied in a low voice: "I don't hate you...nor have I ever really wanted to kill you...I..."

He paused for a long time, and finally smiled softly, "I think, I should hate you, but..."

Zhou Lang was irritated by the breathing and whispering in his ear, and muttered: "Shut up, don't bother me..."

Su Qingchen shut her mouth as expected, but the corners of her mouth were still curled up.

Three poles in the sun.

Sang Hua, who was basking in the sun in the yard, saw Su Qingchen coming out of Zhou Lang's room, the hair all over his body exploded instantly, a low roar came from his throat, and he stared at Su Qingchen vigilantly.

Su Qingchen put her index finger in front of her lips, accusing silently: "Don't disturb Xiaolang's rest."

Sang Hua: "..."

His eyes are like copper bells.

The whole cat is stupid.

He followed Su Qingchen involuntarily, but saw him roll up his sleeves and enter the kitchen calmly.

Not long after, the tempting aroma overflowed from the kitchen, and Sang Hua sniffed, feeling hungry.

Thinking about it with his toes, he knew that breakfast was definitely not for him.

Sang Hua covered his nose with his tail, feeling very pitiful.

Not only Sang Hua was attracted by the aroma, but also Zhou Lang.

He got up in a daze, put on a fox fur casually, and went out, followed by the scent to the kitchen door.

In the smoke and fire, Su Qingchen turned her head from the stove, smiled slightly at Zhou Lang at the door, and hooked her fingers at him, "Come here."

Zhou Lang yawned and walked over obediently.

On the stove are freshly baked steamed dumplings.

Su Qingchen took one, put it on her lips to cool it down, and sent it to Zhou Lang's lips.

Zhou Lang shook his head: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Su Qingchen smiled, and pressed a kiss on Zhou Lang's lips: "It's okay, it's not too late to brush your teeth after eating this."

Zhou Lang blinked and tilted his head, but instead of picking up the steamed dumpling, he kissed Su Qingchen's lips.

The tip of the tongue pressed against the opponent's teeth, the sound of breathing was intertwined, and the air was full of ambiguous pink bubbles.

After the kiss, Zhou Lang bit the steamed dumpling, swallowed it twice, and said with a smile, "I'm going to brush my teeth."

When she turned around, she was stopped by Su Qingchen.

Another kiss fell.

This time it was Su Qingchen who took the initiative.

After a while, the lips parted.

Zhou Lang's eyes were full of stars, and he said, "Well, I'll brush my teeth together after you finish your work."

Su Qingchen rubbed his head and said with a smile, "Okay."

Sang Hua who has witnessed everything: "..."

He flicked his tail and decided to run away from home temporarily.

The air here is too greasy for him to bear.