On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

As soon as the gloomy Ye Luo's eyes wandered, he found the source of his bad mood, which was smiling meaningfully in the mirror.

His fingertips were stuck by the pear vortex, Ye Luo remained silent, and the silence became an old computer.

silence.

Crash.

reboot.

Wailing in his heart for bad luck, Ye Luo twitched the corners of his mouth, and lowered his arms mechanically and stiffly.

After recovering his usual paralyzed face, Ye Luo stiffened his neck, considering the possibility of bumping his head into the mirror and pretending to be asleep.

The guy who was self-hypnotic to be ashamed was not me, the person in the mirror seemed to notice his embarrassment, and was quite empathetic - laughed out loud.

"It's so cute." Mu Chengan bowed his body and laughed for a long time, "Do you always play like this when you're alone?"

Ye Luonasi's embarrassment at being bumped into had disappeared with the man's smile, and she almost walked up to him unprincipled and laughed together with him.

But it's so embarrassing, he thought, and I'm still feeling sorry for that guy.

Glancing at himself in the mirror, Ye Luo turned around on his heels, and tilted his head at the guy at the door who was laughing jokingly: "Cute?"

"Yes." Mu Chengan nodded solemnly, "Special, very, most, uniquely cute."

That guy originally intended to follow Mao, but who knew that Mao was cis and anti.

Ye Luo was like a stuffed and inflated balloon. After being pricked by the "unique and lovely" needle, all the air escaped and dangled in his chest, but he couldn't find a reason to spit it out.

But he didn't show it on his face, instead he opened his arms like a drowning kitten.

Caught off guard by the small movements, Mu Chengan rolled his Adam's apple, suppressing the chaotic thoughts that surged up.

Unexpectedly, the last straw appeared. The little guy softened his voice and asked, "Do you want to hug me?"

Before the distracting thoughts could calm down, all the cells in the body were defeated by the powerful enemy, and they resolutely raised their hands and surrendered.

Gritting his teeth, Mu Chengan stepped forward in three steps at a time, and was about to imprison the culprit in his arms, throwing all his calmness to the sky.

Everything can be taken out for him, and nothing needs to be left behind.

The little guy smiled slyly in front of his eyes, and Mu Chengan finally restrained the urge to bite him, took a deep breath and bent down, ready to hug him in his arms.

As a result, he only stretched his hand halfway, and then he looked at the embrace and withdrew it in front of his eyes.

The little animal that was so obedient as to make you want to snort just now also ran away from the side.

His arms shook silently in the wind, and then Mu Chengan put his hands down as quickly as if he was putting on a slide.

silence.

In the mirror, the little guy behind the quilt was reflected, his eyes were exposed, and he twitched with the quilt.

Mu Chengan looked a little funny, this guy is probably not yet 13 years old.

The inexplicably younger Xiao Yeluo huddled under the quilt, and the pain of being accidentally stabbed by the other party finally eased. When she spoke, her voice came through the quilt, muffled: "If you want, I may not give it."

Mu Chengan was also happy to tolerate his little tricks, turned around and took a look, and felt that his appearance was very exciting.

I was really stunned.

Mu Chengan, who was dazzled and delirious, tried to wake himself up. After pondering for a while, he asked, "Do you know what I looked like just now?"

"Like what?" Ye Luo continued to smile.

"Leopard." Mu Chengan was serious.

"Oh, Mr. Leopard." Ye Luo asked, "Why are you chasing me?"

Mu Chengan suddenly softened his eyes: "Because I like you."

"Hey!" The quilt was pulled down, and Ye Luo's exposed ear tips were red, "That's not how the advertisement is."

"Who acted in commercials with you?" Mu Chengan wondered, "Do I still need to act if I like you?"

Ye Luo didn't answer, and pulled the quilt straight over his head to cover it, Xin Dao said that this person's rank is getting higher and higher, his defense is insufficient, and his blood volume has decreased by 99.

After a few seconds of silence under the dark quilt, Ye Luo recalled the man's pretentious appearance just now, and burst out laughing again.

Holding back his laughter, the whole bed trembled, and the people outside the quilt also laughed.

The two seemed to have pressed a strange switch, or a computer that had been infected with a virus, and they couldn't close the pop-up windows that popped up one after another.

Ye Luo, who laughed like a shrimp, rubbed back and forth on the pillow, her hair was completely out of shape.

"Didn't you always tell bad jokes?" Ye Luo stuck his head out, "Have you changed your style?"

"Yes." Mu Chengan stepped up to the bed, and sat down next to that person, "Keep fresh at all times, lest you get bored."

"What if I'm tired, you won't allow me to run away." Ye Luo muttered.

"Forcing and looting is not good." Mu Chengan raised his hand and rumpled the little guy's hair, "If you want to leave, I won't tie you down, at most I'll beg you—you Don't go, step on my dead body if you want to go."

"Hey." Ye Luo yelled, dodging the palms above his head, "Is this a threat?"

"That also requires you to be threatened." Mu Chengan withdrew his hand, "One day you really want to leave, this is no longer a threat."

Ye Luo didn't respond, and the other party seemed to just say something casually, and then talked about other things casually.

Shrinking her body into the quilt, Ye Luo responded in a weak voice, her heart seemed to be peeling an orange.

But so what, he thought a little aggrieved, I am not qualified to promise anything for that guy.

Seeing that the little guy turned pitiful in an instant, Mu Chengan's heart ached so much that he couldn't control his mouth.

Heartbroken, he simply knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, held the quilt tightly together, pulled off the quilt to expose his head.

Ye Luo didn't compete, but the frustration was real, and he rushed towards him, making Mu Chengan's heart twitch.

He had no choice but to let his subconscious mind control it, leaned down, and kissed the place where there was a pear dimple, and even stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it soothingly. The people under him were a little surprised, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Originally, he just wanted to be gentle and soothing, but as soon as his lips touched the other person, Mu Chengan trembled from the bottom of his heart, thinking about the little dimple he saw when he opened the door just now, made his heart itch even more.

If he had known that he would have kissed him while he was smiling, Mu Chengan thought, he wouldn't have had time to say those words.

After transferring the kiss to the corner of his lips and lingering on it for a few seconds, Mu Chengan couldn't help it anymore, and blocked him in this awkward position.

The lips and teeth of the two intertwined, and they refused to give in to each other, as if they were venting something that could not be said.

Ye Luo's body was stretched apart by the successive kisses, and the only remaining grievances could not be found in his muddled mind.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and wrapped it around the man's neck, rubbing it affectionately like a small animal.

After a long time, until he was breathless from being kissed, Ye Luo pushed slightly harder.

Mu Chengan heard him say in a soft voice, "I'm tired."

Only then did he let the other party go, and when he got up, he found that his waist and neck were sore, and his knees were pressed so that his legs were numb.

After several rounds of support with half-lifted body, Ye Luo fell back into the pillow with a plop when he was released, and found that his entire neck and half of his back were so sore.

Howling in his heart, he was just about to stretch out his fingers to press, the other hand first went around to the most sore spot on the back of the neck, and rubbed it with neither light nor heavy force.

Ye Luo was so comfortable that he shuddered all over, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

Turning over, Ye Luo lay on the bed, moved her fingers gently, stopped at a certain position, and pressed silently.

Ye Luo squinted his eyes, and when he felt drowsy, an invitation came from above his head: "Look, if you don't want it, I will definitely not give it."

After being stunned for a long time, Ye Luo finally realized that he was responding to his previous words.

"Okay, I was just joking." Ye Luo became happy for a moment, and his drowsiness dissipated, "I will definitely give you whatever you want."

He turned back, stretched his arms and hooked the serious masseur onto his body.

Successful capture.

"Hug you." Ye Luo said with a smile.

Rubbing affectionately, Ye Luo asked in a low voice, "I'm sleepy, can you come and hug me to sleep?"

The close distance made him see clearly Mu Chengan's dim eyes.

It seemed that every time I mentioned being sleepy, the other party would turn into a dejected rabbit, drooping its long ears.

But that depression obviously didn't want to be noticed, it only appeared for a moment and then dissipated, Ye Luo just pretended not to know.

The other party twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to rub his hair, and then took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

When his back disappeared behind the door, Ye Luo let out a long sigh, and at the same time began to blink vigorously, trying to suppress the drowsiness that rushed to his head.

In order to refresh himself, he also racked his brains to come up with some rock music, humming in a low voice and out of tune, humming and humming, getting more and more out of tune.

In the end, Ye Luo listened to the music himself, covered his eyes with his arms and burst out laughing, the sleepiness that was about to erode the brain finally dissipated a bit.

Mu Chengan hesitated outside the door for a while, finally gritted his teeth and pushed open the door, carefully glanced at the bed.

I realized that the little guy who had said he was sleepy was blinking his eyes, and was enjoying something.

Seeing his appearance, Mu Chengan's hanging heart finally let go, and his bad emotions ebbed one after another.

Ye Luo stretched out his arm from under the quilt and waved it: "Hurry up, hurry up, come to bed." The voice seemed to be full of energy, and then Mu Chengan saw him yawning under cover.

With a tight throat, the heart suddenly became soft and sore, as if it had fallen into the medicine with a plop, and was thoroughly soaked.

This potion is probably Ye Luo brand, lemon-flavored, with parentheses, for Mu Chengan's special use.

He stood on the spot and let out a deep breath, pressing the sour feeling down, and then hurried to the bed, bent down restrainedly, and kissed the little guy on the forehead: "Which emperor would be so impatient?"

"My desire/fire burns my body." Ye Luo moved a seat to the right, and then replied with a smile, "If Aifei doesn't want to, I won't turn over your sign tonight."

Mu Chengan lay down on the vacant spot, thinking that this guy's duplicity ability is almost at its peak, but he loves it so much.

Thinking of this, the feeling of being suspended and unable to touch the ground just now is at least a little weaker.