live by kiss

The long tentacle entered into the spiritual sea and found the small demon pill hidden in the corner. The end of the tentacle quickly entangled it and stuck to the outer wall of the demon pill—it didn't move.

Huo Cheng controlled the long tentacles to roll up the demon pill, and said again: "Stretch out the spiritual consciousness."

Fang Huai was taken aback for a moment, but obediently stretched out his consciousness.

Fang Huai's consciousness was in the shape of a fluffy cloud, and the little cloud slowly floated out of the spiritual sea, but just as it appeared, it was entangled by a group of long tentacles.

It's just that Xiao Yunduo is very sensitive, just after being touched by the long tentacle, she trembled non-stop, and even Fang Huai's body tensed up unconsciously.

The long tentacle entangled the little cloud, and seemed to be more curious about the little cloud. The end of the tentacle was attached to the little cloud, touching here and there again from time to time, and occasionally the end of the tentacle would get stuck inside the little cloud.

Fang Huai couldn't stand it any longer. He carefully grabbed Huo Cheng's arm and whispered, "Brother Huo, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

"Just get used to it." Huo Cheng quickly patted Fang Huai's back, while coaxing the person in his arms, he controlled the long tentacles to touch Xiao Yunduo.

The little cloud was soft, and when the long tentacles got in, it was as if they were wrapped in a ball of soft cotton. The ends of the tentacles were wrapped in warm cotton, and they refused to move when nestled in the little cloud.

The end of the tentacle is the most sensitive part of the mind, and the continuous comfort is transmitted from the end of the tentacle to the brain. Huo Cheng lowered his head slightly, kissed Fang Huai's face, and gradually kissed his neck.

The end of the tentacles was very comfortable inside Xiao Yunduo, but Xiao Yunduo was wronged and forced to accommodate a bunch of long tentacles.

Fang Huai felt aggrieved, buried his head in front of Huo Cheng's chest, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother Huo, it's really uncomfortable..."

"It's almost ready." Huo Cheng coaxed softly, and then controlled those long tentacles to gently massage Xiao Yunduo's body.

Little Yunduo's body is relatively soft, so the long tentacles are relatively light when massaging. They just touch Little Yunduo's body from time to time, and those long tentacles that penetrated into Little Yunduo also start to massage around.

The massage strength of the long tentacles was just right, Xiao Yunduo was not as tense as before, and her body gradually relaxed, turning into a big fluffy ball of cotton.

And Fang Huai got used to the existence of the long tentacles a little bit, and little Yunduo with spiritual consciousness didn't feel as uncomfortable at first. Occasionally, Xiao Yunduo would stretch out his soft body to facilitate the massage by the long tentacles.

As the long tentacles continued to massage hard, Xiao Yunduo's body became more and more relaxed.

When the spiritual consciousness was massaged, it was very comfortable. Fang Huai gradually became sleepy and yawned lazily.

"Brother Huo, I'm going to sleep..." Fang Huai rubbed himself under the quilt.

"En." Huo Cheng agreed, and continued to massage Xiao Yunduo with the long tentacles.

Fang Huai asked again: "Brother Huo, don't you need to take out your spiritual sense?"

"Just put it inside." Huo Cheng's tone was very natural, as if it was a normal thing to put the consciousness inside the spiritual sea of ​​others.

Fang Huai seemed to understand, he didn't know much about spiritual consciousness, so he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

It was already the second day when Fang Huai woke up again, and subconsciously moved his body, only to find that he was still being hugged by Huo Cheng.

Fang Huai looked up and saw that Huo Cheng hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't move for fear of waking him up, and continued to lie on the bed, in a daze of boredom.

Fang Huai went to check his mental sea again, and saw that those long tentacles were still inside, some of them were entangled with his demon core, and the other were entangled with Xiao Yunduo.

Fang Huai controlled Xiao Yunduo to move, it seemed that because Huo Cheng was still asleep, the long tentacles were not tightly entangled, and Xiao Yunduo soon regained her freedom.

The little cloud of spiritual consciousness floated back and forth, and pulled off the long tentacles that were attached to the surface of the demon core.

The long strips of tentacles were floating in a mess in the spiritual sea, and the little Yunduo with spiritual consciousness simply arranged these long strips of tentacles one by one, and placed them together in the same direction.

Little cloud with spiritual consciousness is carrying the long tentacles, but when carrying it, it will touch the end of the tentacles from time to time, and because the consciousness is in the shape of a cloud, sometimes it is not convenient to carry it, you have to wrap your body around the end of the tentacles to move it Move the long tentacle.

Fang Huai carefully controlled Xiao Yunduo to carry the long tentacle, and it was almost finished, only the last long tentacle was missing.

So Little Yunduo floated over, habitually wrapping the end of the tentacles first, but before Little Yunduo had time to carry it, the long tentacle that had been sleeping all this time suddenly woke up, and burrowed into the deeper part of Little Yunduo instead.

Fang Huai was taken aback, opened his eyes subconsciously, and saw Huo Cheng woke up at some point.

Fang Huai felt a little guilty, after all, the consciousness was a very private part of the monster, but he secretly moved those long tentacles while Huo Cheng was asleep, which was a bit impolite.

So Fang Huai lowered his head and said with a guilty conscience, "I'm sorry, Brother Huo..."

Huo Cheng didn't speak, but stretched out his hand slightly to hug him into his arms, and then controlled his tentacles of spiritual consciousness to wrap around Xiao Yunduo again.

Poor little Yunduo was soon entangled tightly by the tentacles and couldn't move.

Fang Huai was a little dizzy, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Huo, do you still want to practice in the morning?"

"No need." Huo Cheng said, while controlling the long tentacles to get inside the little cloud, he said: "Leave it like this."

Fang Huai leaned into Huo Cheng's arms very docilely, and said, "Brother Huo, then I'll go back to school in the afternoon."

Huo Cheng: "OK."

Fang Huai was playing with the corner of Huo Cheng's clothes boredly, and noticed that Huo Cheng's right arm was embracing himself, and suddenly remembered the matter of Huo Cheng's right hand injury before,

Quickly asked: "Brother Huo, is your hand alright?"

Huo Cheng explained casually: "It's ready."

"That's good." Fang Huai relaxed and continued to lie on the bed.

The two of them lay in bed all morning, until noon, when the door was knocked from the outside—

"Fang Huai." The old man knocked on the door, "Come out for dinner."

Fang Huai woke up immediately, and was afraid that the old man would come in, so he quickly responded, "Here we come!"

Fang Huai got up from the bed, and said to Huo Cheng: "Brother Huo, I'm going out first."

Fang Huai tidied up his clothes indiscriminately, and said, "I'll tell the patriarch later, and I'll go back to school in the afternoon."

Huo Cheng: "OK."

Fang Huai walked to the door and carefully opened the door a crack. Seeing that the old man was not nearby, he quickly walked out of the room and closed the door again.

After Fang Huai went to the bathroom outside to wash up, he went to the dining room, sat opposite the old man, and said, "Patriarch, I'm going back to school this afternoon."

The old man raised his head and glanced at Fang Huai, and said strangely, "Didn't you just come back yesterday? Why did you leave today?"

"Staying at home is boring..." Fang Huai's voice lacked confidence.

"I see that you didn't stay at home every day during the holidays before. Do you still think it's too early for school?" The old man frowned, not quite understanding how young monsters think about it now and then.

The old man suddenly noticed Fang Huai's breath again, and asked a little strangely, "What's wrong with you? Why is the smell stronger than yesterday?"

"Is there?" Fang Huai pretended to be calm, and almost realized that the smell the old man said was Huo Cheng's breath.

Fang Huai casually made an excuse: "Maybe it's because I didn't change the shower gel, I'll change it next time."

"What does evil spirit have to do with shower gel..." The old man muttered in a low voice, he didn't bother to ask any more questions, and continued to eat breakfast.

It's just that when the old man got up to pour a glass of water and passed by Fang Huai, he inadvertently glanced at the little red mark on Fang Huai's neck, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your neck?"

The old man stared at the red marks on Fang Huai's neck. If he remembered correctly, there were only two of them yesterday. How could there be another red mark in one night?

Fang Huai covered his neck subconsciously, and said guiltily, "It's nothing..."

The more the old man looked at it, the more suspicious he became. It's just that Fang Huai stayed at home last night and didn't know how he got the red mark.

Fang Huai casually ate something, then quickly got up and said, "I'm full!"

After speaking, Fang Huai quickly returned to the bedroom.

Looking at Fang Huai's figure, the old man always felt that Fang Huai was acting strange recently.

Now that the juniors have grown up, they have all their worries hidden from the elders.

The old man sighed, ready to make a cup of tea with a heavy heart.

It's just that when making tea, the old man wanted to drink a kind of tea that Fang Huai had bought before on a whim, but suddenly he couldn't find it, so he came to Fang Huai's bedroom again, knocked on the door, "Fang Huai, the tea you brought back last time Where is the tea?"

The old man waited for a while, but Fang Huai didn't come to open the door, so he knocked again, but there was still no answer.

Just when the old man was about to open the door and go in, the door opened from the inside.

Panting for breath, Fang Huai blocked the door of the room, and quickly replied, "It's in the refrigerator."

The old man couldn't help muttering: "Why do you hide in the room every day?"

Fang Huai couldn't explain it either, so he just said, "Patriarch, I'm going to bed, I have something to say when I wake up."

Fang Huai closed the door, and the old man didn't want to disturb Fang Huai's nap anymore, so he turned and walked back, and found the bag of tea in the refrigerator.

The old man leaned on the sofa leisurely holding a teacup, drinking tea while watching TV.

It's just that halfway through the TV, the old man suddenly wanted to try Fang Huai's newly bought tea set last time.

The old man still remembered that the tea set Fang Huai was placed on the bookshelf in the bedroom, so the old man came to the door of the bedroom, but now Fang Huai was probably still taking a nap, so he deliberately pushed the door open lightly, ready to go Take the tea set.

When the old man entered the room, he saw a big ball of quilt on the bed. He glanced at it casually, and after seeing the picture on the bed clearly, he suddenly froze in place.

On the bed, Fang Huai was sleeping in the arms of a strange young man, and there were two small fox ears on Fang Huai's head.

That strange young man was hugging Fang Huai, and his other hand touched Fang Huai's fox ear!

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