Beta was teased by me

The dizzy forehead turned into a pot of paste, and Sheng Cifan's stuttering mouth was covered by the lips that suddenly stuck up, and the words that hadn't finished babbling were blocked in his throat, and he swallowed them back into his stomach bit by bit .

The cool and pungent peppermint flavor spread between the lips and teeth, the twinkling pupils moved, and the peach blossom eyes were full of ignorant luster...

Lu Xiuyang's body temperature seemed to follow his personality naturally, it was cold, not much temperature.

Sheng Cifan's lips were very hot, and Lu Xiuyang's low temperature just happened to make him feel a little comfortable.

With slightly cool fingers inserted into the ends of the hair, the back of the head was lifted slightly with the broad palm, the tip of the tongue brushed across a row of neat teeth, the faint smell of alcohol blended in the mint, Lu Xiuyang tentatively pried it.

It seems to be familiar with the road, but it is clumsy and unorganized.

He hadn't kissed before, so he had no skills.

The air is filled with bitter pheromones, the cool and self-confident grassy and woody fragrance, domineering and rich.

Sheng Cifan was caught by the sudden breath, and the familiar softness swept over him. He forgot where he smelled the same smell, and before he had time to think too much, his entire spine seemed to lose strength suddenly, and fell into the cotton bushes. Soreness, swelling and pain.

He opened his teeth lightly and let the mint grass diffuse freely in his mouth. He didn't reject it in his subjective consciousness, and even wanted to absorb more mint flavor. His confused thinking was led away by the slight drunkenness...

Breathing is heavy and disordered, with some irregular wheezing.

The sweet peach smell overwhelms the wine and hides in the mint grass. Lu Xiuyang was stunned for a moment, his hand stroking the black hair froze, and the pheromone was hooked by the sudden peach fragrance. , The surviving sliver of reason instinctively searched for the answer.

The peach smell dissipated suddenly.

His head sank back on the pillow, Sheng Cifan only felt that his chest was swollen and uncomfortable, and the disordered breath could not be smoothed out. For the first time, the swimming bully questioned his peak lung function.

Lu Xiuyang licked his lips intently, his long and narrow eyes fell on Sheng Cifan's delicate face, the end of his eyes and the tip of his eyebrows were a little pink, his lips were slightly swollen, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, his chest rose and fell, The frequency is extremely fast, with a dazed expression.

You are charming and cute.

Sheng Cifan felt a little dry and ashamed, his heart was beating fast, he pushed away Lu Xiuyang, pulled the quilt to wrap himself up completely, his hands and feet were completely hidden, a long one was lying on the bed, like a green bugs.

Lu Xiuyang was amused, Sheng Cifan's pushing force was as small as a cat scratching someone, soft, more like teasing.

Hearing the laughter, the little cat pulled down the quilt a little bit, revealing two googly eyes, frowning, and asked angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's even." Lu Xiuyang was afraid that the single-celled creature would suffocate him, so he pulled the quilt to a suitable position, "I'm not angry anymore, and you don't have to hide."

Pull...even?

His lips hurt a little, Sheng Cifan pulled hard on the quilt, relaxed, tried harder, and relaxed again...

He thinks that Lu Xiuyang is very good-looking, with a good-looking nose, good-looking eyes, and good-looking lips...

Even Lu Xiuyang's pleasant smell of peppermint seems to be innate, it's clean...

He seemed to be a bit reluctant to just get even so simply.

Must be drunk, Lingding is very drunk.

Sheng Cifan rubbed his face vigorously, threw the dirty and weird thoughts out of his brain, stood up on the bed, and fiercely pushed Lu Xiuyang who was sitting by the bed, "Get out of the way."

Lu Xiuyang didn't know whether Sheng Cifan was drunk or awake, so he gave up his seat according to his words.

Sheng Cifan walked out the door in a nonchalant manner.

"Where are you going again?" Lu Xiuyang pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Take a shower." Sheng Cifan didn't turn his head.

Lu Xiuyang pressed his shoulder, turned around, and pointed to the bathroom, "Over there!"

Sheng Cifan let out an "oh", suddenly realized, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Lu Xiuyang held his forehead, he still hasn't woken up!

There was no sound of water coming from the bathroom for a long time, Lu Xiuyang knocked on the door.

No one cares.

Two more buckles.

Still no response.

I turned the doorknob, but it didn't lock.

Sheng Cifan was sitting on the toilet seat, with his arms supporting his knees, and his palms resting on his chin, his eyes were loose and out of focus.

Lu Xiuyang squatted in front of him, raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, Sheng Cifan's head shook twice with the palm of his hand, his center of gravity tilted, and he almost fell off the toilet.

Lu Xiuyang helped him to sit firmly, and asked in a good-tempered manner, "Don't you want to take a bath?"

Sheng Cifan nodded twice, changed his sitting position, put his palms on his knees, thought for a while, and then slowly counted on his fingers, "You need to bring shower gel, shampoo, towel, clothes, pants..."

Five fingers were not enough, Sheng Cifan unceremoniously borrowed Lu Xiuyang's hand, picked up a thumb, and continued to count, "Underwear."

Lu Xiuyang: ...

Sheng Cifan looked at the six fingers, wrinkled his face and thought about it. After making sure that he didn't miss anything, he stood up with the sink and walked on the catwalk to pick the wardrobe.

Lu Xiuyang followed out resignedly.

Sheng Cifan plucked at the closet twice and didn't open it, so his eyes softened and he asked Lu Xiuyang for help.

Lu Xiuyang pulled the man back, "Don't move around, I'll help you find it."

Sheng Cifan stood up obediently.

The bulging backpack became deflated after being looted by the instructor for snacks. Except for the daily toiletries, there was nothing left.

"What about the clothes?"

Sheng Cifan shook his head.

"Did not bring?"

Sheng Cifan still shook his head.

"Who packed your luggage for you?"

"Old Sheng."

The strings in Lu Xiuyang's mind snapped, and he opened his closet.

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The loud and harsh whistle tore apart the tranquility that should have been in the early morning when the sky was getting dark.

There was a sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak" in the dormitory building, and the hurried footsteps in the corridor mixed with the wake-up breath of the young people, it was noisy but full of vitality.

His head was throbbing with pain, Sheng Cifan pulled out the pillow and pressed it on his face, turning left and right twice, the noise penetrated every gap and penetrated into the ear canal.

Noisy!

The pillow was removed, and Lu Xiuyang's beautiful face was magnified in front of his eyes, a typical little red flower of the motherland.

Sheng Ci Fansheng sat up unrequitedly, his hair curled up in a daze, and complained angrily, "I'm so bored!"

"Go and wash up, or you'll be late." Lu Xiuyang stroked Sheng Cifan's hair casually, and Daimao was captured obediently.

Sheng Cifan rubbed his eyes, stood top-heavy in front of the sink and brushed his teeth, there was a small bruise under his eyes, which was evidence that he went to bed late, and he racked his brains to recall why he went to bed late.

The more strokes the more chaotic.

Sheng Cifan's mouth was full of bubbles and he couldn't speak clearly, "Lu Xiuyang, why did I go last night?"

"What do you think?" Lu Xiuyang leaned against the wall, and stood with arms folded, with a hint of tiredness in his eyes.

From the mirror, Sheng Cifan saw Lu Xiuyang's dim eyes that were also not so clear, he looked away, rinsed his mouth, and patted cold water on his face, it was cool and comfortable, and his sleepiness was swept away.

A white towel came close to his eyes, Sheng Cifan took it, wiped his face, and brushed his water-stained hair twice, thus establishing a fresh and hearty image.

He put his face in front of the mirror to appreciate himself, and after tidying up, he is also a flower of the roots of the motherland.

Wait a minute, that's not right, the clothes on his body don't seem to belong to him...

Eyeballs wandering in the mirror, the shoulder line of the white T-shirt is slightly loose, it can't fit his shoulders well, it hangs loosely, and the length of the clothes hangs directly to the hips, which contrasts with his petite appearance...

Sheng Cifan's expression gradually became serious. Yesterday afternoon, he went to the next door to grab some food and drink, and then what?

Fragments! ?

The memory seemed to be sealed with a seal, completely locked, and he couldn't remember what happened later.

After waking up, all the organs slowly recovered with washing, and the bladder, which had been sleeping all night, was no exception.

When the urge to urinate hit, Sheng Cifan didn't bother to go back to the past, and the right way was to solve the physical problems first.

Close the door, unbuckle your belt...

Um?White, white panties?

The size didn't quite fit either...a bit on the large side.

Certain fragments of memory that were sealed popped up in twos and threes, pieced together into a small fragment...

He was drunk and wanted to take a bath, but his unreliable father didn't bring him any clothes, so he put on Lu Xiuyang's clothes and someone else's underwear!

Just now I am ashamed to find that the sizes do not match!

He, he, he is younger than Lu Xiuyang!

"Huh~" Dujia, the suburban sugar team, will steam the gift for you

It's fucking hot!

Opening the door, Lu Xiuyang's ten thousand year iceberg face caught his eyes.

Really eye-catching!

"Let's gather in 3 minutes." Lu Xiuyang handed over the neatly folded camouflage uniform, "Go and change."

Sheng Cifan roughly grabbed the clothes in his hand, and tugged at the belt that Lu Xiuyang was holding in his other hand.

Lu Xiuyang didn't intend to let go, but just stared at Sheng Cifan's reddening ear tips with a smile in his shallow eyes.

"Let go!" Sheng Cifan exploded into a puffer fish on the spot.

"You can't tie it."

Sheng Cifan poked his red neck: "Who said I can't!"

Lu Xiuyang let go of the belt, Sheng Cifan hugged the clothes, slammed the door hard, and the latch clicked shut.

After quickly changing their clothes, the two walked out of the dormitory together.

Lu Xiuyang was locking the door, Sheng Cifan was looking around for something interesting, his eyes accidentally focused on the clothes drying pole in the corridor...

Among the clothes to dry, black underwear and white underwear are next to each other, and the breeze blows and moves with the wind.

Gan!

Sheng Cifan picked up the clothes pole standing in the corridor, poked off a t-shirt, and put it to dry between two pairs of underwear. After separating the positions, he dropped the clothes pole and disappeared at the end of the corridor with a blushing face.

Lu Xiuyang looked up at the clothes drying on his head, and smiled helplessly, not knowing why.

Last night, he served Young Master Sheng graciously all night, and after putting him to sleep, he had to do his laundry without complaint, but in the early morning he somehow pissed him off?

"President Lu, hurry up, we're going to be late!" Xie Fei was dragged by the sports committee, and hurried out the door. He only saw Lu Xiuyang but not Sheng Cifan, and asked suspiciously, "Where's Brother Sheng? Why aren't you together?"

"He's going down first." Lu Xiuyang replied, and followed him downstairs.

The author has something to say: Announcement: After discussing with the editor, it is decided that this article will be entered into V on 5.15 (this Friday). At that time, a [-]D update will be dropped, and a red envelope will be given for comments. Typo~

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