[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

The products on the shelves are neatly arranged, and the shelves are full of small bottles of various colors. The translation of foreign language packaging makes people blush and heartbeat.

'Moisturizing Aloe Vera', 'Pleasant Cherry', 'Sweet Strawberry'.

Relieves dryness and provides comfort and warmth.

Fuck, which supermarket is so restricted? I don't know if someone will bring a baby to the supermarket, such as this stupid baby next to him.

Jian Zhao walked up to Ke Ai and grabbed his hand to take him away from the shelf. It would be fine if Jian Zhao explained to him well, but now he is dragging him away without saying a word. Willing to leave easily.

Squatting beside the shelf, he broke free from Jian Zhao's grip, pointed to the pink bottle, and said in a low voice, "I want that..."

"Fuck, what do you want this thing for?"

Jian Zhao rubbed his hair, feeling a little helpless in his irritable mood, he was not willing to be cruel to this poor boy, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was at a loss, but if he really let this poor boy take this back.

Needless to say, Jing Shao, even he himself felt that his motives were impure.

"What else can I do besides you?"

A joking voice sounded from behind them, a man in sportswear leaning against the shelf behind them with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, after speaking, Qi Yao went to the shelf and picked up a bottle of light pink strawberry flavor, grabbed it Put it in the shopping cart in the palm of your hand, and whispered: "Here, brother, this flavor is the best."

After finishing speaking, Qi Yao left, and Jian Zhao who stayed behind felt a little hot in his ears for no reason.

As far as the current scene is concerned, no matter who looks at it, it is absolutely impossible to believe that he really didn't want to do anything to this poor boy.

In the end, Jian Zhao finished all the good and bad things, and even said a few harsh words to Ke Ai.

Ke Ai, who is usually easy to coax, became stubborn this time when Jian Zhao became aggressive, his eyes fixed on the things on the shelf, tears rolled in his eyes, and he looked aggrieved like a pitiful little girl.

Seeing his appearance, Jian Zhao pinched his brows helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Take it."

Ke Ai hooked his lips and took down two bottles from the shelf, and his movements were crisp and quick. Before stuffing them into the shopping cart, Jian Zhao reached out and held Ke Ai's slender wrist, and asked in a low voice, "You take so much?"

"One for you, one for me."

Ke Ai blinked his eyes, with innocent and extraordinarily clear pupils in his eyes, which made Jian Zhao involuntarily have the illusion that no matter what he said, he would spoil this little brat.

If he really wanted to do something to this poor kid, he might not be enough by himself. With the physical strength of this poor kid who would just walk a few steps and act coquettishly to rest, would he be able to keep up?

Jian Zhao was thinking about yellow waste in his head with an expression on his face, and took a pack of snacks to cover the lubricating fluid, his lips were pursed and he looked serious, no one could have imagined how he would think about his little cutie in his mind. bully cry.

A certain unaware little cutie is bending over to pick out snacks next to the shelf. She is originally a greedy and playful character, and there is an unprincipled connivance by Jian Zhao next to her. Finally, she clearly says she wants to buy it. For two people with daily necessities, most of the shopping carts are full of various snacks.

When I walked to a shelf selling candy, there stood a girl with two braids in front of the shelf. She looked young and only reached Ke Ai's waist. She had a fleshy face with bulging cheeks. Seriously looking at the sugar on the shelf.

Ke Ai stared at the doll with bright eyes, and tugged Jian Zhao's sleeve to signal him to look at it too.

Jian Zhao reached out and put the candy that Ke Ai usually liked into the shelf, looked down, and asked casually: "Like children?"

"Well, I like it."

Ke Ai nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, his bright eyes were full of liking, Jian Zhao snorted lightly, put one hand on Ke Ai's shoulder, lowered his head to his ear, and said in a low voice: "Baby If you like it, give birth to one, try it?"

Ke Ai's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said angrily, "Jian Zhao! I'm a man! A man! A man!"

In the end, Ke Ai and Jian Zhao had a temper tantrum for a while, and after returning to the hotel room, he took the clothes and went into the bathroom by himself. Jian Zhao sat on the side of the big bed in the bedroom and stared at the bathroom door, curling his lips helplessly.

It blows up when you tease it, can his little cutie be any cuter?

Hotel rooms are often ambiguous. For example, the glass in the hotel bathroom is made of translucent material and has not been closed. There is a gap of about ten centimeters under the door, and the sound of water comes from the gap. When it came out, the translucent glass door could not be seen clearly, only a slender shadow, but there was an ambiguous sensuality in the hazy mist.

Jian Zhao, who was not thinking wildly at first, suddenly breathed heavily when he saw this scene.

In the plastic bag next to the bed was the lubricant that Ke Ai insisted on bringing back when they went to the supermarket.

Jian Zhao really didn't plan to do anything to Ke Ai, at least not before Ke Ai was 20 years old.

The one who likes Ke Ai is him, his brain, and his soul, not just the desire for the second half of his life. The liking of the sperm that simply wants to have sex with him after getting into his head is not so much liking as it is more Like a pretense of rhetoric.

Jian Zhao has never reversed the order, liking first, desire second.

In his view, desire is a natural addition when liking goes deep.

Jian Zhao forced himself to look away from the bathroom, but his ears became more alert when his eyes were not looking.

The sound of water, the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Jian Zhao can even easily distinguish whether the sound of water is falling directly on the ground, or slipping from Ke Ai's body to the ground.

After waiting for a long time, Ke Ai finally took a bath. The sound of water did stop, but he didn't move for a long time. Jian Zhao couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

At this time, Ke Ai also didn't care about the fact that he had lost his temper with Jian Zhao not long ago, and a muffled voice came from the bathroom.

"Jian Zhao, my clothes...haven't been washed..."

Before the two of them came to this city in a hurry, Jian Zhao took two sets of clothes for a change of clothes, but Ke Ai didn't. He only had two packs of snacks in his backpack, one pack of Jian Zhao's favorite flavors, and one pack of his own favorite snacks. The taste of food, not a single change of clothes.

The clothes that Ke Ai carried into the bathroom before had just been bought and hadn’t been cleaned. Ke Ai, who originally wanted to make a living, started to twitch when he was about to put on his clothes...

There is more or less a smell on the new clothes, which is not strong, but it is there after all. Ke Ai couldn't stand the smell, so he hesitated for a long time but failed to put the clothes on.

Jian Zhao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his words, this little brat...

"Did you bring clothes?"

"I don't have... nothing..."

Although it was summer, the air conditioner was turned on in the hotel room, and the air-conditioning in the bathroom, which was not completely sealed, was a little cold after getting in. Jian Zhao was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he found a shirt he had changed, and walked out of the bathroom. Passed the clothes through the crack of the door.

The shirt and trousers Ke Ai and his size are not the same, but they can be worn for one night. I will wash the clothes he bought today and put them on the balcony to dry overnight. They should be dry tomorrow morning.

But... no panties.

"I don't wear that... I can do without that tonight..."

Ke Ai put on Jian Zhao's shirt, buttoned it up and put on his trousers again, the door opened, Ke Ai pulled his trousers with a mournful face, and said aggrievedly: "Smelly Jian Zhao, your trousers So big, so big!"

There is a difference in height between Jian Zhao and Ke Ai. Jian Zhao’s pants are really inappropriate for Ke Ai, they are too long, and Jian Zhao does not have a belt for Ke Ai. If Ke Ai does not keep carrying it with his hands, he may fall off up.

After walking a few steps, because the trousers were too long, Ke Ai stepped on the hem of the trousers and fell to the side. Jian Zhao hurriedly stepped forward to hold him in his arms, pinching the space between his brows helplessly, before he could think of a solution , this heartless little boy has already quickly taken off his pants.

The pants are too big, and the shirt is naturally too big, which can barely cover Ke Ai's butt, and it doesn't violate the harmony at all when viewed as a short skirt.

The pair of legs that were exposed outside were straight and slender, slender and full of strength, slightly pinkish from being scalded by hot water.

"Stinky, I don't want to wear pants."

"Then don't wear it."

In the end, Ke Ai only wore a Jian Zhao coat on his upper body and lifted the quilt of the big hotel bed and got under the quilt. Jian Zhao picked up another set of clean clothes and went to the bathroom. After entering the bathroom, he hesitated. A few seconds later, the cold water switch was turned on.

Ke Ai huddled under the quilt by himself, took out his mobile phone, looked at it for a few seconds, carefully poked his head out from under the quilt, and glanced into the bathroom.

Clothes worn next to the body, such as shirts, even if they are cleaned and put out to dry before being put away, there will still be some smell left on them.

I didn't feel it just now, but after putting down the phone and looking at the bathroom, the special scent left on Jian Zhao's shirt floated to the tip of Ke Ai's nose, and Ke Ai reached out and rubbed his earlobe.

The sound of dripping water rang in his ears, he was only wearing a simple shirt, the familiar smell, and the honey-colored shadow on the translucent glass door made Ke Ai a little hot for no reason.

The whole body was warm, so hot that his heart began to beat violently, with an indescribable impulse, Ke Ai was a little flustered, stretched out his hand to press his chest, and coaxed himself in a low voice: "Don't jump, don't jump!" It's too fast, I beg you woo woo..."

It's useless, it's useless at all, the more he thinks about it, the faster Jian Zhao jumps, as if it will pop out of his throat in the next second.

Jian Zhao, Jian Zhao, I want Jian Zhao, I really want Jian Zhao, I really want Jian Zhao to hug me, my mind is completely blocked by this thought.