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After lunch, Murong Qing got up to wash the dishes. Zhou Heng held him by the shoulder and said, "I'm very democratic. You cook and I wash the dishes."

Murong Qing watched in a daze as Zhou Heng quickly packed up the bowls and chopsticks and brought them into the kitchen.

Is it democratic?

He's... what a weirdo.

He was the one who forced his Murong family to go bankrupt, said he wanted to make him, the only male in the Murong family, into a plaything, and now he is the one who treats him tenderly. Zhou Heng, what kind of person is he?

The light in Murong Qing's eyes flickered several times, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up inadvertently. This was the second time he smiled after his memory was confused, soft and helpless.

Zhou Heng washed the dishes and came out, but Murong Qing was no longer at the dining table.

He looked back at Murong Qing from time to time while washing the dishes, just now he saw Murong Qing got up and walked west and thought he had gone to the toilet, but he didn't see Murong Qing when he went to the toilet on the first floor, so he went upstairs.

After he came back, he reset the door lock, and Murong Qing couldn't get out without his permission.

So he wasn't worried at all.

When Zhou Heng passed Murong Qing's second bedroom, he stopped at the door and took a look, then went straight to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was also empty, but Zhou Heng had excellent hearing, and when he passed the entrance, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Zhou Heng pushed open the half-hidden door of the bathroom, and saw Murong Qing standing under the shower stretching, his head was buzzing.

Murong Qing tilted his head slightly, and was facing the shower head with his eyes closed, letting the jet of water splash on his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and nose, and his ears were also filled with water, so he didn't hear the sound of the door opening at all.

The misty warm water dripped onto his chest along the tip of his chin, pattering out small splashes, and then gathered and diverted downwards along the graceful mermaid line.

He was holding onto the anti-slip rod under the shower with one hand, and the white knuckles on the black frosted steel pipe were dazzling, while the other hand was behind his back doing movements that were completely out of his cool temperament.

Zhou Heng's blood was boiling with excitement, and he almost had a nosebleed.

His brother Qing actually had such a seductive side, it was rare to see such a feast, but for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He was suffocated by the tempting breath, his blood boiled to one place, but his heart was heavy.

After it was done, Murong Qing let out a long breath, wiped off the water from his eyes, held on to the non-slip rod with weak legs, and prepared to take the body wash.

As if he was born with a keen sense of external smells, Murong Qing suddenly turned his head to look at the door. The moment he saw Zhou Heng, his pale face turned red almost instantly.

He lowered his raised head hastily, although he didn't intentionally cover himself, but his legs were pulled together forcefully, and his back sphenoid was restrained inwardly like a butterfly trying to fold its wings.

Very nervous and shy.

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng gently raised the corners of his mouth and strode in. Just when Murong Qing thought he would be hugged here and tried to relax, Zhou Heng stretched out his long arms and turned off the shower. The big bath towel that came down wrapped him in: "Go, dry your hair."

When Murong Qing was wiping his hair with a dry hair towel, Zhou Heng made Murong Qing lie on the bed, put his head on his lap, and dried his hair.

While blowing, Zhou Heng inserted his hand into Murong Qing's hair and rummaged through his hair, and soon found the silver patch the size of a mung bean attached to the right back of Murong Qing's head.

Zhou Heng's fingertips covered the silver sheet tremblingly, and he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

His silly brother, what on earth was he thinking that he would make such a decision.

He used to always say that Murong Qing didn't love him and didn't care about anything about him.

So, did he do it to punch him in the face?

It hurts!

It hurt more than any time Murong Qing hit him before.

Zhou Heng turned off the hair dryer, and slowly pulled his fingers out of his soft and smooth hair. Murong Qing also followed Zhou Heng's movements and turned his face back, meeting Zhou Heng's eyes unexpectedly.

That dark and obscure gaze made Murong Qing panic for no reason.

"Brother Heng." Zhou Heng's tone was very soft, with a hoarse magnetism, very sexy. Murong Qing's heartbeat accelerated by his voice, but he heard him say: "You are not allowed to wash your hair today, and the day after tomorrow Don't even wash it."

Murong Qing didn't react, and asked casually, "Why?"

He didn't react until after asking, and dodged Zhou Heng's eyes a little scared.

No matter what he was 20 years ago, he was a young master who had no worries about food and clothing. Although he was not arrogant, he was also superior. One day he would be reduced to a plaything. He was afraid of angering Zhou Heng, so he deliberately read and studied before coming. obey.

Murong Qing's panic was seen by Zhou Heng, he put his finger on Murong Qing's lips and said: "You are not allowed to take a bath, because I like the smell of you."

Murong Qing's eyelashes trembled before he could react, Zhou Heng's warm lips suddenly pressed against his lips, and his tongue nimbly licked around his lips before scraping open his lips.

With a buzzing sound in Murong Qing's head, he opened his lips voluntarily. Zhou Heng poked in and turned Murong Qing onto the bed at the same time.

Zhou Heng was passionate, like a very hungry beast, how calm and patient he was when he was dormant, and how irritable and excited when he caught his prey, he almost took Murong Qing's breath away as soon as he came up.

For a moment, the breath and lungs were filled with the masculine smell of a man, the overwhelming pleasure swept over, and the oxygen was taken away. Murong Qing grabbed the pleated flowers on the bed sheet with his fine-boned hands, closed his eyes, Men act.

Zhou Heng kissed very passionately, he didn't even let go of the skin behind Murong Qing's ears and hair, but he wrapped Murong Qing's body which had slipped out of the bath towel into a dry blanket again.

Wrapped tightly.

The last bit of oxygen in my dear's lungs turned into carbon dioxide, so Zhou Heng let Murong Qing go, and gasped greedily on Murong Qing's neck.

At this moment, Murong Qing, who couldn't bear it, couldn't stop trembling, his slightly squinted eyes almost turned white.

The hormonal atmosphere in the bedroom is already very strong.

There was Zhou Heng's and Murong Qing's, the two breaths were entangled together, and even the temperature of the bedroom rose accordingly.

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng's lips were still reluctant to leave and stuck to Murong Qing's collarbone: "I really want you."

After a long while, Murong Qinghe breathed heavily: "Yes."

"Go to sleep." Zhou Heng didn't explain, just rolled off Murong Qing, hugged him sideways, and rubbed his chin on his forehead: "Sleep with me."

Murong Qing's eyes were right on Zhou Heng's neck. He looked at Zhou Heng's Adam's apple, which was throbbing rapidly due to excitement, and the obvious and pulsating blood vessels, and even accompanied the swallowing movements from time to time. He probably really wanted to .

He watched for a long time, until Zhou Heng stopped swallowing, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

Murong Qing was really sleepy and soon fell asleep.

He did it very late last night, his body was exhausted, and he woke up early. In fact, on the way back, in the car, he was a little sleepy.

Sensing Murong Qing's even breathing, Zhou Heng slowly relaxed his arms, letting the sleeping Murong Qing adjust himself to a comfortable position, then lowered his head and stared at his sleeping face.

His brother Qing is really good-looking, no wonder he is so popular, his wife fans are everywhere.

But most of the time he wished that Murong Qing would not be so good-looking, he would be jealous when others looked at Murong Qing, not to mention that people called him husband every day.

Sometimes he would have very violent thoughts, that is, to take Murong Qing into his cold palace, and stay by his side for the rest of his life, only seeing him alone, never leaving him for a second.

Murong Qing probably doesn't know how much he loves him.

It was as if, before this, he never dared to imagine that Murong Qing would put himself on top of his heart.

He can stay up and sleep well, which is probably a common problem among actors.

The same is true for Murong Qing.

He slept in Zhou Heng's arms until dark.

Zhou Heng stayed up all the time, and learned all the relevant information about the Time Club.

One of them is that the small patch on Murong Qing's head can only be removed after five days.

In the evening, Zhou Heng didn't want to be serious about who cooks and who does the dishes, so he ordered takeaway.

The takeaway is rich, but relatively light.

Not only because of Murong Qing did the memory copy operation, but also because of her virginity.

Murong Qing just woke up feeling sleepy, and he didn't eat much when he wasn't hungry. Zhou Heng teased him and said, "Why, are you going to save your stomach to eat me at night?"

Murong Qing, who was thinking about something, was momentarily stunned: "Is it possible?"

Zhou Heng, who was teasing others with an evil smile, was stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect that you still have such ambitions."

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng's unclear and sharp eyes, shrank his neck in fright, and hurriedly explained: "I, tell me at noon, I thought..."

It was only then that Zhou Heng remembered what he had said about eating Murong Qing at noon, his arms swept across the table and pinched Murong Qing's chin, and smiled: "I eat you, use the top, you eat me, use the bottom, I am a very democratic person. "

Murong Qing blushed suddenly: "..." Pseudo-democracy.

After being molested by Zhou Heng, Murong Qing ate half a bowl of porridge and half a plate of vegetables.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Murong Qing was overwhelmed as expected.

After dinner, Zhou Heng asked him to watch TV, and he walked on the treadmill for half an hour.

Two hours later, Zhou Heng took him upstairs. When climbing the stairs, Murong Qing frowned slightly and rubbed his stomach.

After taking a shower, Zhou Heng came out of the bathroom wiping his hair.

He was bare chested, and a large bath towel was casually wrapped around his waist. The muscles on his body were like hard stones. The water droplets on his face dripped down his chin and onto his chest, and he could hear the beating sound. People's feelings are much rougher and more savage.

Full of animal flavor.

Murong Qing, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, saw him coming out, his eyes touched his body and blushed, then quickly jumped out of bed and poured a glass of water, and handed it to Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng smiled at Murong Qing, as if enjoying this kind of treatment, took the water and raised his neck and drank it all in one go.

Murong Qing took the empty water glass, and there was no place to put her beautiful phoenix eyes, "I, I'd better go wash it."

"No need." Sitting by the bed, Zhou Heng hooked Murong Qing's waist, pulled him between his legs, clamped Murong Qing between his legs, threw the dry hair towel, hugged Murong Qing's waist, and buried his face On his chest, inhale Murong Qing's unique smell, and listen to the frequency of Murong Qing's heartbeat.

It's rare that Murong Qing's heartbeat is the same as his at this moment, fast and anxious.

"Brother Qing," Zhou Heng's voice came from Murong Qing's chest, vague and sexy: "You smell so sweet."

Hearing Zhou Heng's coquettish voice, Murong Qing was stunned. He looked down at Zhou Heng's hair, and felt a little warmth in his cold heart, "Zhou, Zhou Heng, shall I blow your hair?"

He is still not used to calling Zhou Heng's name directly, it is very blunt, nervous, and there is a vibrato in his voice.

"No need." Zhou Heng said, "I just want to hug you like this."

After a while, when Murong Qing's body softened, and his hands lightly rested on Zhou Heng's shoulders, Zhou Heng lifted his face from his embrace and looked up at him with tenderness in his eyes: "Do you like men or women? "

Murong Qing's eyes darkened for a moment, and his eyes were a little absent-minded: "I don't know."

"It's 20 years old, don't you know yet?" Zhou Heng's face seemed calm, but his voice was a little anxious: "Could it be that he hasn't been in a relationship yet?"

"..." Murong Qing pursed his lips in obscurity: "No."

Murong Qing was ill, and he thought he would be cured soon, but the current situation seemed to be more difficult than he imagined, he needed to understand the character design in Murong Qing's mind, and he would use this information tomorrow.

Zhou Heng thought for a while and skipped the previous question: "Do you still remember when we first met?"

Murong Qing nodded, and answered without hesitation: "Well, five years ago, at the Peace Hotel in West Market, it was..."

In the middle of speaking, Murong Qing paused, and his voice suddenly dropped: "My sister took me there."

At that time, he fell in love and met his family. It seems that he is indeed much older than Murong Qing: "What about the second time?"

"..." This time, Murong Qing hesitated for a while before answering: "Actually, I met you before this, when you gave lectures at our school."

"Oh, I remember so clearly." Zhou Heng was very good at observing words and expressions, and slipped his hand to Murong Qing's buttocks to support him: "You don't like me, do you?"

"!!!" Murong Qing didn't expect Zhou Heng to ask such a question, and suddenly panicked: "No, no, no."

Facing Zhou Heng's scrutinizing gaze, Murong Qing backed away to hide, and folded the hands that were originally on Zhou Heng's shoulders in front of his chest, lowering his head to avoid: "I know that I am not as good as my sister, and I have never had such delusions."

There's none?

But from his facial expressions, words, and body parts, it reveals his duplicity.

The reason why Zhou Heng had such doubts was because since he came back last night, Murong Qing was obviously forced to sacrifice himself at first, but when he wanted Murong Qing, Murong Qing was just afraid, his body would tremble and shrink, but he didn't reject him at all. and resist him.

Even though it was his first time, he was tight and pitiful, bearing the heart-piercing pain and still trying to accept him.

He even remembered the confusion and admiration in Murong Qing's tear-drenched eyes last night.

This should not be the way that hating a person will behave, nor is it the affection that can be made deliberately to please.

Zhou Heng asked, "What about now?"

Zhou Heng's jumping questions were like bombs one after another, and Murong Qing's heart could hardly bear it. His forced voice was full of tears: "I... I don't know, I haven't thought about it that way."

Zhou Heng still presses on: "Does that hate me?"

"No." Murong Qing shook his head, and there was no force in his voice: "I don't hate you."

"Even if I force you to sleep with me, force you to accept a man with a man's body, don't you hate it?" Although he himself didn't know what he did to Murong Qing.

This time, Murong Qing was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to answer after serious thinking: "I don't hate it."

But, soon, he lowered his eyes and begged again: "Just, I hope you can let my father go, you can ask me to do anything."

"I see." Asking too many questions at one time will easily expose the 'false' identity, Zhou Heng does not intend to consume his credibility on this kind of question: "Then, you can now, you can like me, and delusional about me."

Murong Qing stared at Zhou Heng with wide eyes, as if trying to see through Zhou Heng's mind.

Don't look at Zhou Heng who used to be bouncing around in front of Murong Qing all day like a mentally handicapped, in fact, he understands this very well.

Zhou Heng, who had calmed down, was thoughtful.

He picked Murong Qing up, sat on his lap, kissed his lips, looked at him fixedly, and said, "Because I will marry you for the rest of my life, and you will follow me anyway. You hate me, whether it's getting along or making love, it's much easier to feel."

No matter what Murong Qing becomes, he loves him, respects him and wants him, and will never leave him for the rest of his life. No matter what happens in the future, he will first kill the idea of ​​Murong Qing leaving him in the cradle.

The author has something to say: On how the earthy love story became a Shura field↓

Zhou Heng: I want to buy a piece of land.

Murong Qing: Where?

Zhou Heng: You are determined.

Murong Qing: No need to buy, just let me eat you, use the top, you eat me, use the bottom, and I will be devoted to you! (Who doesn't have a chirp anymore, let you mess around!)

Happy Valentine's Day, I wish you all can spend the rest of your life with your loved ones, meme chirp.