Sorry [Rebirth]

Xun Zezong was at the door of his room, but suddenly felt that he was a little redundant at the moment.

Obviously the house is his name, the floor under his feet, and even the lamp above his head belong to him, but this time, he just feels that he is superfluous.

What's even more frightening is that he doesn't even know what to do right now.

So he could only look at Mo Jue from both sides, and the three of them stood awkwardly in a triangle.

After a while, Mo Jue closed his eyes tightly, and then he seemed a little annoyed—no matter how good-tempered he is, no matter how well-trained he is, he has been suppressed for so long, and finally succeeded, and he was interrupted by his own father. Can't stand doing that.

Mo Jue said helplessly, "Dad, why did you come back suddenly?"

Only then did Xun Zezong scratch his face, cough dryly and said, "This is not... this is not suddenly homesick..."

One sentence was extremely sad, Xun Zezong stood at the door, looked at Mo Jue pitifully, then shook a somewhat worn-out doll in his hand, and said, "Come back and get something before going to the hospital."

Mo Jue looked down.

He remembered that doll was given to him by Xun Mi on Xun Zezong's 55th birthday.

When children give gifts to others, they often think of toys and delicious food. In their opinion, there is nothing better than these.

He still still remembers now that Xun Mi held Xun Zezong's big soft belly and did not let go. He threw himself into it, but with a very serious tone. When he was with Xun Zezong, he asked Xiao Xiong to supervise his father's sleep instead.

Mo Jue's expression relaxed.

Feeling that the alarm was lifted, Xun Zezong tentatively opened his mouth and said, "Well, then I... go back first?"

Mo Jue nodded lightly, moved a step to the side, and got out of the way of the stairs.

Xun Mi stood where he was: "????"

When Xun Zezong left, he didn't say anything else, but the moment he went downstairs, he took a deep look at Xun Mi, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "From now on, I will work hard for you."

Xun Mi: "..."

It wasn't until the door lock downstairs made a sound that Xun Mi reacted belatedly and said, "Dad, this is..."

"I knew it a long time ago." Mo Jue took the man into the house, tugged his tie angrily, and only smiled when it got loose.

Xun Mi suddenly fell silent.

He thought carefully about what had happened during this period of time—whether it was Mo Jue's actions or Xun Zezong's attitude, they all seemed so inconsistent with his usual behavior.

It seems that they are deliberately creating opportunities for him to have some "misunderstandings", and deliberately creating time for themselves and Mo Jue to be alone.

He looked at Mo Jue who was sitting by his window, feeling a bit like a leaky ball, and said dumbfoundedly, "You guys really..."

Mo Jue grabbed Xun Mi's hand, brought him into his arms at once, and lay down together on the sleeping place.

Mo felt that he buried his head in his neck and took a deep breath.

The other hand reached the place where Xun Mi's chin was a little lower, where he had bitten him in the afternoon as if venting, touched it lightly a few times, and gave a meaningful 'hmm'.

Xun Mi shrank his neck itchyly, and moved his legs subconsciously.

In the next second, his whole body froze.

Breaking free from Mo Jue's arms, Xun Mi looked at Mo Jue with innocent and moist eyes, and said hesitantly, "Brother, you..."

Mo Jue smiled helplessly, looked at him, and said, "Mimi, this is beyond my control."

The person who has been thinking about it for so long is right next to him, and when he couldn't help but come to his room to take another look at night, it was already beyond his expectations—he never knew that he still had such a lack of self-control. when.

Some things, after making an exception once, it is difficult to restrain them.

"You still have to go to school tomorrow, I'll take you back there first." After a long while, Mo Jue could endure it, before he said in a hoarse voice.

Xun Mi got up from his arms and nodded slightly.

Mingming Road was still the one he was most familiar with, and the two of them had come and gone countless times, but when they went back this time, their identities and moods had undergone earth-shaking changes.

There is no special parking space in the community, so Mo Jue just parked the car on the side of the road.

When I got out of the car and walked inside, there was a section of road in the community without street lights, and I happened to have to cross another small road, and Mo Jue was in front, so I naturally took Xun Mi's hand.

Xun Mi was taken aback for a moment, but turned around and squeezed Mo Jue's hand tightly, smiling on his face.

It was very quiet along the way, obviously no one spoke, but Xun Mi felt inexplicably nervous and shy that he didn't know.

After finally opening the door, Xun Mi was relieved to see the familiar scene in the room.

However, before he could turn his head and say something, Mo Jue suddenly pressed him against the wall of the back room, and kissed him very unreasonably.

There was an inexplicable eagerness in this kiss, Xun Mi struggled subconsciously, but in exchange for a more enthusiastic counterattack.

He froze for a moment, but opened his eyes while he was out of breath, looked at Mo Jue for a while, then slowly opened his hand, and gently grasped the clothes around Mo Jue's waist, as if he wanted to hold on to something to rely on.

After a while, the two separated, their foreheads pressed against each other, and in the silence, Mo Jue said softly, "Tomorrow..."

Xun Mi's throat was congested, and he could only stare at Mo Jue subconsciously.

The room was very dark, but it promoted the fermentation of something. His breathing was short, his lips were a little dry, and he licked them subconsciously.

Mo Jue's expression deepened, and he said, "Tomorrow's class... I'll give you tutoring later."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head again, and rubbed gently on Xun Mi's lips.

Xun Mi let out a muffled laugh, and opened his lips to deepen the kiss, much more proficient than the first time.

After the two of them did a double exercise last night, they were so tired that they fell asleep on the bed without even bothering to clean up.

Xun Mi was the first to open his eyes in the morning.

He only felt that the muscles all over his body seemed to have been dismantled, a very familiar muscle soreness.

It seems that people who have not exercised for a long time have maintained the same posture for too long, resulting in poor muscle movement.

He subconsciously groped on the bed, and touched a chest that was still emitting heat, then he opened his eyes, stared at Mo Jue's sleeping posture, and smiled deeply.

When his fingers lightly touched Mo Jue's lips, Mo Jue also opened his eyes.

This is the first time that Xun Mi, as a lover, has carefully seen the appearance of a man who has just woken up. In one night, some stubble has appeared on his chin, which is a bit prickly.

Xun Mi blinked, climbed up, pressed a kiss on Mo Jue's lips, and said softly, "Morning."

Mo Jue's lips touched his lips, and he also said softly, but he did not let go of the hand that was pressing on the back of his head.

Xun Mi blinked, and suddenly felt that the positions between the two were reversed. His eyes stared blankly at Mo Jue's face above him, and he shrank a little in his heart, and murmured, "Brother, You, you stop..."

Mo Jue raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"Yes, it hurts a little..." Xun Mi was pitiful.

In fact, it is not unbearable, but there are always bursts of pain, which are not so easy to bear, and the pain is from the inside out, which is a bit different from the feeling of diarrhea.

When exercising yesterday, there was nothing that could help. It was only because of Mo Jue's little temptation that the two of them could continue to do things.

If he does it again, he may really not be able to do it anymore, after all, the sports are too tiring.

Mo Jue's face darkened when he heard the words, and then he looked at Xun Mi's pitiful little expression, buried himself in his neck and shoulders in frustration, took a deep breath, and said extremely helplessly, "Okay."

Xun Mi breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them couldn't help but squeeze again, and took a shower together in the small bathroom.

Xun Mi fell down last night, and his knee was a little skinned, so it was inconvenient for him to clean it, so Mo Jue naturally took over and helped.

Later, both of them reacted a little bit, adhering to the brotherhood, so they did each other a favor.

When Xun Mi came out, his whole body was red from the steam from the bathroom.

He glanced at Mo Jue, who was looking normal and stable behind him, hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively, "Brother, is your back sore?"

Mo Jue paused his clothed hand and said, "Why do you ask that?"

Xun Mi would never admit that his waist is sore and his legs are weak now, and he feels like he is about to become a noodle master every time he walks.

So I can only say, "Well, I was thinking, after all, you are 27 this year..."

Mo Jue: "..."

He put on his clothes expressionlessly, and when he turned around, he wrapped his arms around Xun Mi's waist through the clothes.

After getting him into his arms, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm only 26, and I'm in good health."

When he noticed that Mo Jue's hands were starting to be unruly, Xun Mi's mind instantly went into an alarm, and he quickly broke away from his arms, and fell asleep by the way!Sleep!of!bed!superior!Roll around.

When he got to the other end, he grinned and grabbed his waist, forcing Yin!for!waist!flash!arrive!And the cry of pain that was about to come out was endured back.

Mo Jue was stunned for a moment by his coherent movement, and couldn't help laughing.

Xun Mi blushed, and felt that the way he supported his waist was 300 taels of silver—but in one night and one morning, he had already exercised and cried four times. ok!

"What do you want to eat, I'll go out and buy it." Mo Jue smiled, stopped teasing Xun Mi, and said standing at the door.

He also knows that it is always a little harder to be the person below.

Xun Mi didn't argue with him, instead, he glanced at the time, then thought about it, and said depressedly, "Let's just have eight-treasure porridge... put some sugar."

Mo Jue responded, picked up the wallet that was on the side and went out.

Xun Mi walked around the room and saw that there were causes everywhere on the light-colored sheets!for!sweat!water!After drying, there were some mottled color patches, thinking of the two of them exercising last night, their faces blushed again, so they quickly soaked the sheets in the basin and replaced them with new ones.

After a while, Mo Jue packed the things and brought them back, put them on the table, and said, "I bought an extra tea egg and fried dough sticks, eat them while they are still warm."

It was not too early when he went, and the morning stall was almost closed, but it was okay, the food was warm, and it could be eaten directly after bringing it back, without having to dry it for a long time.

Xun Mi Yingsheng moved a small stool and sat on the side. When he opened the box, he saw the contents of a small bag out of the corner of his eye, and his face immediately flushed red.

"You, you..." He hesitated and pointed to the things in the bag, not having the nerve to take a second look.

Mo Jue just liked his appearance, and said with a smile, "I bought it from the self-service supply store downstairs, and I will need it later."

Xun Mi: "..."

Mo Jue opened it, deliberately teasing him, waved in front of Xun Mi one by one, and said, "I bought two copies, and I can keep one at home."

Xun Mi: "........."