[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

When Zhou Mao dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom, Zhou Qingyao was already obediently lying on Zhou Mao's bed.He wasn't wearing any clothes, his hands were folded on his stomach, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like he was being slaughtered.

When Xiaohu saw someone on the bed, he jumped onto the bed happily and wanted to sleep with the person on the bed.Zhou Mao drove Xiaohu out of bed in a low voice, rushed to the living room, and then closed the bedroom door.

Looking at the posture of the person on the bed, Zhou Mao couldn't help feeling a little funny, but still a little nervous.

"System," Zhou Mao asked in a low voice, "is there a set in the bedroom?"

"I didn't have it at first. I prepared it for you temporarily." The system replied: "Put it in the first drawer of the bedside table together with the lubricant."

"That's good, that's good." Zhou Mao felt a little relieved, "I don't have any experience in it, you have to guide me later."

"A request to reject." The system replied indifferently: "The system has not entered any relevant information. It cannot guide you."

"How come?" Zhou Mao was a little surprised, "Zhou Mo...she writes so well, how could she not input information for you."

"I can't guide you." After the system repeated it again, it said: "If you are not confident in your skills above, you can choose the position below. I believe you are more experienced in this position."

Zhou Mao curled his lips and decided to ignore the system's suggestion.

He went to the bed, opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out the condom and lube.Then he gently touched Zhou Qingyao's arm, the skin felt cool and smooth.

"You just lie down like this, is it cold?" Zhou Mao said, "Lie down under the quilt anyway. It's winter."

"I'm not cold." Zhou Qingyao replied with her eyes closed. "Hurry up."

Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing, he sat on the edge of the bed, leaned sideways on Zhou Qingyao's body, bit his neck lightly, and covered his stomach with the quilt by the way.

Zhou Qingyao opened her eyes and glared at Zhou Mao.

"The foreplay is rather long, I'm afraid you will freeze. Aren't you in poor health?" Zhou Mao said, kissing Zhou Qingyao's neck.

"No mood! I'm not cold." Although Zhou Qingyao's mouth was stiff, her body was shaking slightly, she didn't know whether it was from fear or cold.He closed his eyes again.

Zhou Mao covered Zhou Qingyao with his whole body, kissed his collarbone and Adam's apple, and then gradually moved upwards.When Zhou Mao kissed his lips, put his tongue into Zhou Qingyao's soft lips, and stirred them gently, he felt Zhou Qingyao tremble even more.

Zhou Mao frowned slightly and stopped the kiss.He raised his head and stared at Zhou Qingyao.

"Are you scared?" he asked in a low voice.

"I didn't." Zhou Qingyao still closed her eyes, "I was scared by that horror movie just now."

"..." Zhou Mao looked at Zhou Qingyao speechlessly, "Don't lie, you are not afraid at all."

"..." Zhou Qingyao pursed her lips tightly, "...I'm cold. Can't I be cold?"

"You just said you weren't cold."

Zhou Qingyao stopped talking.

Zhou Mao sighed, hugged Zhou Qingyao's waist, held him in his arms, and said softly, "Do you not like me?"

Zhou Qingyao didn't answer.

Zhou Mao shook his head and stroked Zhou Qingyao's hair: "If you don't like me, I won't force you." He lifted his messy hair and pinned it behind his ears. Blow dry completely and still be slightly damp.

"Don't harbor any guilt in your heart. I treat you well because I like you, and I don't have any other requirements. Until the day you like me, we will do it again." Zhou Mao said softly: "I believe that one day You will like me."

Zhou Mao felt Zhou Qingyao's hands move away from both sides of his body, and then hugged his neck tightly.Zhou Qingyao lowered her head and buried her entire face on Zhou Mao's shoulder.The soft touch of his eyelashes swept Zhou Mao's shoulder.

Warm water droplets flowed from around Zhou Mao's neck and onto his chest.

Zhou Qingyao's back trembled slightly.He hugged Zhou Mao's neck tightly, tears seemed to have filled the depression at Zhou Mao's collarbone.

"No. No." His lips twitched, and tears kept streaming from his eyes. "It's not like that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Zhou Qingyao kept repeating "no" and "sorry".Zhou Mao was confused, but he couldn't bear to ask.He didn't speak, just patted and stroked Zhou Qingyao's back lightly, smoothing his breath.

Zhou Qingyao hugged Zhou Mao and choked for a while, then gradually calmed down.Zhou Mao watched him lying on his shoulders and didn't move until he heard a faint snoring sound in his ears, then he realized that Zhou Qingyao had fallen asleep crying.

Is he a three year old?Sleep when you are tired from crying.Zhou Mao thought helplessly.He put his hand against the back of Zhou Qingyao's head, gently placed his head on the pillow, then carefully pulled his hand away, and carefully covered him with the quilt.

This little suffering is too difficult to conquer.Looking at Zhou Qingyao's sleeping face, Zhou Mao sighed heavily.He put the condom and lubricating oil back on the bedside table, picked up a towel, and gently dabbed the water on Zhou Qingyao's face to wipe away his tears.

What does "no" mean? Does he like me?Zhou Mao looked at Zhou Qingyao's slightly trembling eyelashes as he breathed, thinking absently.

The next day, Zhou Qingyao got up like a normal person, without mentioning anything about last night.After breakfast, I went to work, and at night, I went to the research institute to work overtime as usual.

The only thing that was different from usual was that when Zhou Mao was about to go to bed, Zhou Qingyao came back.He usually comes home after Zhou Mao falls asleep.

After Zhou Qingyao took a brief shower, she snuggled onto Zhou Mao's bed.There is no difference between posture and tiger.

Zhou Mao sat on the bed, holding a book in his hand, and watched silently as Zhou Qingyao was wrapped in the quilt, pulled the pillow, and lay down beside him comfortably and comfortably.

Zhou Qingyao realized that Zhou Mao was looking at her, and felt a little embarrassed. "It's cold in my room, I want to sleep with you." He shrank back under the blanket, only showing two eyes to look at Zhou Mao.It looked a little pitiful.

Zhou Mao couldn't help touching Zhou Qingyao's hair. "Sleep if you want to sleep, don't ask me." He closed the book and turned off the desk lamp.

"Go to sleep." Zhou Mao lay on the quilt and turned over.With his back to Zhou Qingyao.He felt that Zhou Qingyao's eyes were cast on his back, which made him feel uncomfortable.

I do not know how long it has been. "Lu Xiao?" Zhou Mao heard Zhou Qingyao whisper his name, but he didn't answer, pretending to be asleep.

He heard the sound of fabric rubbing behind him, and then, a chill came over, and Zhou Mao's quilt was opened.Zhou Qingyao snuggled into Zhou Mao's bed.His cold hands scratched the skin under Zhou Mao's pajamas, and wrapped around his waist.

"This is the best." He heard Zhou Qingyao whisper, and he slowly rubbed the tip of his nose against his shoulder blades: "It would be great if I could keep doing this."

For some reason, Zhou Mao could hear a hint of sadness from Zhou Qingyao's words.He hesitated for a moment, and covered Zhou Qingyao's with his own.

Zhou Qingyao trembled, but said nothing.The coolness on his hands gradually dissipated, taking on the warmth from Zhou Mao's hands and skin.Zhou Mao covered Zhou Qingyao's hand like this, and gradually fell asleep.

Every night after that, Zhou Qingyao must sleep on Zhou Mao's bed.At the beginning, he was still cautiously getting into Zhou Mao's bed, and then he hugged Zhou Mao several times with his hands and feet like an octopus as soon as he got into bed.

"Don't be like this." When Zhou Qingyao wrapped Zhou Mao's legs and prevented him from going to the bathroom again, Zhou Mao felt that he should scare him: "You are so tight to me, be careful that I turned over and fucked you that day .”

Zhou Qingyao was fearless: "You come. You come. I'm not afraid. I'm always ready."

Zhou Mao opened his legs angrily: "You speak nicely now, every time I don't do anything to you, you cry like rain. Don't cry next time if you have the ability."

"This is to increase the fun." Zhou Qingyao was poked at the pain point by Zhou Mao, and she blushed and said: "Some people even ask the other person to cry when they do it. Do you understand?"

Zhou Mao didn't speak, but pinched Zhou Qingyao's face, got up and walked to the toilet. .

His strength was getting stronger and stronger. If Zhou Qingyao hadn't released the water on purpose, he wouldn't be able to break his legs at all.Zhou Mao rubbed his arm, thinking.If you can't quickly establish the relationship between attacking and receiving now, it may be difficult to handle later.

He decided to choose a good day, and no matter how Zhou Qingyao cried, he had to fuck him first.

With this goal in mind, Zhou Mao began to prepare.He bought some drugs and equipment for fun, and because he was worried that Zhou Qingyao would not be able to take it, he also bought a few boxes of painkillers.

I don't know if she noticed Zhou Mao's thoughts, but Zhou Qingyao has become more and more busy recently, and the time to go home has also started to get late.

On this day, Zhou Mao had already prepared dinner and put it on the table, but Zhou Qingyao still didn't go home.No matter how late you stay in the lab,

He always came home on time for a supper without fail.Zhou Mao became a little nervous when he didn't see Zhou Qingyao at the dinner table.He called Zhou Qingyao.Zhou Qingyao's mobile phone was given to him by Zhou Mao just a few days ago.

The phone rang twice, and Zhou Qingyao picked it up.Zhou Mao heard him say "Hello", and seemed to be in a very quiet environment.

"Where are you? Why didn't you go home?" Zhou Mao asked.

"I'm in the laboratory." Zhou Qingyao replied. "I've been very busy recently. I won't go home for dinner."

"I'll bring you dinner."

"No need." Zhou Qingyao replied vaguely, "I'll go home and eat." Zhou Mao seemed to hear a faint wind on the other end of the phone.

"Are you really in the lab?" Zhou Mao asked.

"...Really." Zhou Qingyao replied.

Zhou Mao did not continue to ask. "When will you go home? I'll heat up your meal ahead of time." He said.

Zhou Qingyao was silent.The wind on the phone stopped.

"Qingyao?" Zhou Mao couldn't help calling Zhou Qingyao's name when he didn't see Zhou Qingyao's reply.

"Lu Xiao." Zhou Qingyao's voice came to Zhou Mao's ears through the loudspeaker.

"Will you forgive me if I lied to you?"

Zhou Mao's heart skipped a beat: "What did you lie to me?"

"I'm not lying to you. I'm just making an assumption."

"If you didn't lie to me, why did you make this assumption all of a sudden?"

"Isn't it okay to have a whim?"

"A whim doesn't just happen randomly."

"...Is your brain unable to distinguish between assumptions and reality?"

"Assumptions are generally grounded in reality."

"...I'm going to be mad at you." After a moment of silence, Zhou Qingyao said angrily, "Stop talking, goodbye."

"No, no, I'll answer you well." Zhou Mao said quickly. "If you lied to me, I didn't forgive you. It depends on the situation."

"... Under what circumstances will you not forgive?"

"What's the situation...it's really hard to say." Zhou Mao thought for a while: "It should be the situation that makes me sad."

There was a long blank on the other end of the phone.

"Hmph." Zhou Qingyao's sneer suddenly came from the loudspeaker: "You have such a big heart, it's quite difficult to make you sad."

"I'm off to work. Goodbye. Be home at about 1pm. Don't wait for me."

The author has something to say:

Zhou Qingyao used the Dafa of Crying and Chirping, and Mao Mao has not succeeded in this chapter, and he will be punished in the next chapter!Audience friends, are you ready? (No)