recovery reaction ABO

Yan Minglu is young and mature, with a withdrawn personality. He is also abstinent when it comes to sexual matters. He spends his susceptible period on suppressive drugs and doesn't think too much about the taste of that matter.

Lin Cha bent down to wipe his calf.Yan Minglu's gaze streamed down from his back.In the thin body, the spine is raised, extending to the tailbone in the shape of a mountain.

Yan Minglu was a person who waited and watched. He never took the initiative to investigate the real reason why Lin Cha approached him, because he wanted to wait for Lin Cha to show his flaws.He knew Lin Cha's temper, and it would be fruitless to force him. Even if he was willing to say it, there was no guarantee that what he said was true or false.

But it's different now, he was drunk, and after being drunk, he was very obedient, Yan Minglu asked him to wipe himself clean, so he started to work diligently, passing the towel under his calf, holding both ends , Rubbing back and forth from left to right.

He didn't hit him hard enough, the towel turned red all over, as if he wanted to rub his own skin.Yan Minglu knelt down to look at him, and pressed his hand together.Lin Cha blinked. After drinking, he was obedient. He was so obedient that even the blink of an eye seemed to be respectful.

The two deep black pupils are like two spots of paint, and when they blinked, they hit the tip of Yan Minglu's heart.Yan Minglu caressed the corners of his eyes.Lin Cha followed his movements and closed one eye.

Yan Minglu's palm was very warm, and he couldn't help rubbing against it again.

This signal symbolizing intimacy had a strong stimulating effect, and Yan Minglv suddenly kissed her.

Unlike the previous two kisses, this one was tender and full of love.Yan Minglu licked Lin Cha's alcohol-stained lips, coaxed him to open his mouth, then slowly squeezed his tongue in, and gave him a moist and lingering kiss.Lin Cha was a little out of breath, and let out a sob from his throat.Yan Minglu let go of his lips, turned to probe his ears, and breathed out in a low voice: "Breathe."

The current Lin Cha obeyed the order and took a breath.Yan Minglu kissed him again, then licked the corner of his mouth, looking for a gap to ask: "Why do you like me?"

Lin Cha's doubts contained a childlike innocence: "I don't like you."

"Then you still want to do it with me?"

"I really don't have one, it's your pheromone."

"Lie." Yan Minglu didn't hear the indulgence in his tone, and he began to list the evidence, from the fall next to the teaching building, to the rock sugar pear soup that moistened his throat.One thing after another was thrown into Lin Cha's head, making his mind heavy and his nerves in a mess.

He was trying to explain clumsily, but he didn't know where to start, Yan Minglu saw that there was an anxious expression on his face: "I just don't, don't talk nonsense!"

But Yan Minglv only felt that this was anger from embarrassment, and anger was also anger, and he did it to cover up his shyness.Yan Minglu's heart softened, as long as he softened his heart, he could talk about everything, even if he was asked to be considerate.So he stopped questioning Lin Cha, took the towel in his hand and wrung it out, and put him back on the bed to rest.

Lin Cha slept until eleven or twelve o'clock the next day. The sun approaching noon shone through the cracks in the curtains, making the mahogany floor turn white.Most of Lin Cha's memories of last night were lost, only Yan Minglu brought him home.Thousands of thoughts were entangled in Lin Cha's head, forming a net, with a bee buzzing in the middle.

Lin Cha was very dizzy and struggled to get up based on the inertia of each morning.When I got up, I realized that I was naked.

Fortunately, it was very clean and there were no other traces.Lin Cha also saw that her clothes were neatly folded on the bedside table.He wanted to laugh when he imagined Yan Mingliu folding clothes for him.

Yan Minglu was reading a book in the living room with a book of Sons of the Dunes spread out on his lap. Seeing Lin Cha coming out of the room fully dressed, he just asked, "Are you?" There is a way, the bathroom.

Lin Cha cleaned up his haggard face after a hangover to reveal a bit of the old glory, and Yan Minglu showed him another way, the kitchen.

The porridge was simmering in the rice cooker. Lin Cha took a sip and concluded that Yan Minglu made it himself, because it was a very ordinary bowl of porridge without any taste surprises.

He fiddled with the porridge skin, thinking ecstatically that Yan Minglu made it himself.

He has the character of looking for reasons for everything. Ever since Yan Minglv asked him to cook every Wednesday, he has fallen into a huge cloud of confusion, and he can't move a single step in it, and his emotions are drawn by Yan Minglv.He is unwilling, but sometimes he is willing to succumb, letting Yan Minglaw dominate the situation, and see what unexpected and reasonable results will develop in the end of this intersection, such as falling in love.

Could Yan Mingli like him?

With something in his belly, he could barely suppress the discomfort of a hangover.Lin Cha went back to his room to get his backpack, and told Yan Minglu to go first.

Yan Minglu watched him to the door before asking again: "How much do you remember about last night?"

"I don't even remember." Lin Cha pulled on his sneakers.

Yan Minglu walked over with a tall body, approaching step by step could give people a sense of oppression, but Lin Cha did not retreat, he stood still, waiting for Yan Minglu to breathe on his cheek: "What did you say, I don't remember anything gone?"

"Would you like to give me a hint?"

Yan Minglu looked at him with a half-smile, then Lin Cha fell backwards, and the two of them backed up for a while with wrong steps, Lin Cha was pressed against the door by Yan Minglv.

Such an ambiguous action shouldn't have happened between them, and that fleeting thought came to Lin Cha's mind again: Could it be that Yan Minglv likes him.

His ears were burning, his heart was throbbing, and he muttered in a low voice: "Old pervert."

"Then what were you last night? Little pervert?"

Lin Cha immediately realized how bad things he said last night, and he decided to renege: "What you say when you're drunk doesn't count."

"Didn't you tell the truth after drinking?"

"Don't count!" Lin Cha became even more stubborn when he persisted. Yan Minglu was very kind-hearted now and didn't make things difficult for him.Lin Cha grabbed his arms and walked out the door quickly.

The high-rise buildings in Beiyun City are trapped in the heat, the sun is too hot today, it is the kind of heat before the rain is about to come.Lin Cha was drowsy from the sun. He sat in the subway and blew on the air-conditioning for a while before recovering. He remembered to check his mobile phone information. It turned out that Jiang Zhe sent him two WeChat messages last night:

That Lin Cha, I have something to tell you, what about Jiang He...

You know I'm the publicity officer for the student union, he's the chairman, actually I know him...

Lin Cha wanted to ask and then?After typing out the word "ran" to figure it out, Jiang Zhe later gave Jiang He his phone number, so he received a friend invitation from Jiang He. He was wondering where Jiang He got his phone number.

Lin Cha replied in a relaxed tone: "Small things, you won't be allowed in the future!"Friends you can sell.

He went home and took a clean shower. Jiang Zhe woke up in the afternoon and sent him a message saying that he didn't know about Jiang He at that time, and he only looked at the appearance and thought he was handsome and rich. I don't mind falling in love with Beta, I just want to match up.

Lin Cha made a supercilious look, saying that I got it, I got it, don't worry about it like an old lady.

After a while he added: I think it's good to be alone.

Yan Minglu has lived to this day without disease or disaster, and he doesn't have to depend on others to survive. In all fairness, Lin Cha still likes Yan Minglv's life.

He still clearly remembered that when he came out of the room this morning, Yan Minglu was leaning on the sofa reading a book, a set of tea sets were placed on the coffee table in front of his knees, and the milky white smoke melted into the clear sunlight.

He does agree with Yan Mingli's attitude towards things, especially the streamlining of social interaction.As a human being, there are already too many worries to explore inwardly, and then to care about the opinions of the outside world is to make life worse.It's good for Yan Minglu to be like this, only to settle his own emotions, not to sacrifice time to please others.

The weather forecast says that the typhoon will make landfall this week, and it will get dark early on Wednesday.As soon as Lin Cha followed Yan Minglu into the house, dark clouds and thunderstorms covered the sky, and the cross wind blew the rain into the kitchen, cooling Lin Cha's arms.

Lin Cha was cleaning the vegetable leaves, Wen Yu glanced out of the window, thinking she wanted to close the window.

The windows in Yan Minglu's house are all side-opening, and the opening and closing will be very hard if the oil is not dripped regularly, but the kitchen window is obviously neglected.Lin Cha clasped the window handle, pulled it twice but failed to pull it back.Before he could call Yan Minglu, Yan Minglu appeared first, pressed Lin Cha's back and stretched out his hand.

With all his strength, he pressed Lin Cha's back tightly, and the part under his abdomen was against Lin Cha's buttocks.

Fair enough, as long as neither party uses pheromones.Whether it's Lin Cha's provocative forceful kiss before, or the current posture, as long as there is no pheromone, no one side's primitive suppression and one side's absolute obedience, their game is fair.

The window frame slammed shut, Yan Minglu turned and went back to the living room.

Lin Cha supported the cold marble table with her hands, and heard her heart beating several times before turning around and slowly turning on the faucet to clean the vegetable leaves.

on purpose.

Just because he called him an old pervert a few days ago, he really showed himself a pervert.

Lin Cha set out three dishes, which were just right for two people.

No one mentioned Fang Xian's matter. Lin Cha tuned to the news station that Yan Minglu often watched. At your age, can you buy such a big house?"

"No." Yan Minglv replied very bluntly.

He was lucky when he bought a house, and he was selling real estate at a low price during the economic downturn. More importantly, he still had a legacy from his strict father as support.

"Give me some hope to struggle." Lin Cha said with a sad face, "Having a house of my own is my wish."

"Didn't you claim to be single forever? What do you want such a big house for?"

"Aren't you alone? Why buy such a big house?"

Lin Cha also simmered a bowl of egg custard on the fire. Seeing that the time was almost up, he got up and went into the kitchen after asking this question. When he put the bowl tongs on the table, he heard Yan Minglu's answer, which was an understatement:

"I had a boyfriend at the time."