when i got pregnant with the last god cub

In the quiet and dark bedroom, the twilight curtains blocked all the light, and a figure sat up silently.

Zheng Yanxu put his arms around the sleeping young man lying on his chest, lovingly stroking his soft hair.

Song Cheng's extremely thin and skeletal waist was pressed against the thin quilt, outlining a beautiful arc.

The skin exposed to the air is covered with heavy or dark colors.

He carefully moved the young man back to the bed, moving lightly for fear of disturbing his sound sleep.

Zheng Yanxu's face was blurred in the darkness, but his pair of slightly raised Danfeng eyes were cold and bright.

The eyes he looked at Song Cheng were as gentle as ever, with some strange emotions in them.

The man sighed lowly, and the young man knew nothing about what was going to happen next.

The slender and beautiful hand with distinct knuckles was like a sharp knife. He cut Song Cheng's slightly chilled back, with a calm expression like a skilled executioner.

The skin cracked silently with a very small seam without blood, Zheng Yanxu stopped the movement of his hands, and his fingertips glowed with a cold golden light.

After a while, the wound healed automatically without leaving a trace, but the next second the man cut it open again without hesitation.

This time the intensity was much heavier.

He repeated the movements of his hands like a rigorous doctor operating an operation, until the wound was big enough to hold a hand, Zheng Yanxu finally stopped.

The young man under him had no sense of sleep and his face was peaceful. The man bent down and lowered his head to get close to Song Cheng's cheek, but his left hand supported the bed and his right hand stretched in along the wide opening.

Almost as soon as the hand was stretched in, the young man's painful whimpers sounded.

Zheng Yanxu kissed Song Chengguangjie's forehead reassuringly, and speeded up his hand movements with a gentle but firm expression.

Song Cheng felt that he was trapped in a nightmare, and the feeling that his heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand made it difficult for him to breathe.

He fanned his nostrils, but less and less air flowed in. In his dream was endless darkness, and the piercing pain made him tremble with fear.

The young man beneath him was trembling, whimpering like a small animal caught in a trap.

Zheng Yanxu was very distressed, and his hoarse voice rang close to Song Cheng's ear: "Don't be afraid, baby, it will be fine in a while."

"Cheng Cheng, dear..."

The moment the man pulled out his palm, fresh blood came out, and the red orbs floated in the air, scrambling to pour into Zheng Yanxu's right eye, which was shining with pale golden light, and instantly wiped away those red orbs. Color devours.

There was no blood on the bone china-like hands as clean as before, but the air was filled with a frightening smell of blood.

Zheng Yanxu looked at the wound that was slowly wriggling and about to heal. It had gradually changed from the size of a fist to the size of a coin.

Seeing that the wound will disappear in the next second, suddenly a touch of red that cannot be seen clearly sinks into it, and the wound heals.

The man let out a low breath, his face was full of tiredness, and then he raised his head to look at the young man. His eyes were still cold and bright, but suddenly lost a little luster.

But he didn't feel the slightest bit and lay back down again, carefully pulling the young man into his arms and entangled his hands and feet, his arms full of fragrance.

When Song Cheng woke up, it was already time for the sun to bask in his butt, and the first feeling that rushed into his mind was pain.

Leg pain, backache, butt pain.

He cursed a curse word that didn't match Junxiu's face at all, turned over hard before he let out a heavy breath.

Yesterday, I didn't know what kind of madness Zheng Yanxu had gone or if his nerves were wrong, and all his enthusiasm was poured on him.

Until the second half, when he was tossed and cried and screamed, he still couldn't stop the man's ferocious actions, and begging for forgiveness became commonplace, so he didn't have the face to mention any dignity.

Song Chenghen's teeth were itching, and he suddenly felt relieved when he thought that the man's back was full of scratches and tooth marks that he couldn't restrain.

He was half paralyzed on the bed with no energy, staring blankly at the ceiling thinking about something, Zheng Yanxu should have left by this time.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little bit lost, like a fish out of water, feeling uncomfortable all over his body. This feeling made him feel alarmed.

Before he had time to think carefully, a big hand suddenly rubbed his hair, and a deep male voice sounded:

"Baby is awake?"

Then Song Cheng felt that he was pulled into his arms like a dumpling, and the man rubbed his swollen lips affectionately.

"you……"

Song Cheng startled himself as soon as he opened his mouth, how could his voice be so hoarse.

"Hey, why haven't you left today?"

Zheng Yanxu hugged him and brought him the warm water at the head of the bed, and fed him a sip, "Don't go, I will accompany you."

When he said this, the man's expression was focused and gentle, which was very different from yesterday's cold and jealous look.

"Here, does it still hurt?"

Zheng Yanxu suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at Song Cheng's somewhat empty pajamas, poking inward.

The inexplicable itching on the chest where the man pointed lightly seemed that something was about to come out, Song Cheng shrank his head and hid back to cover the beating heart with his hands.

The slightly red eye sockets from crying for a long time last night were a little wet at the moment, "No, it doesn't hurt... why are you asking this!"

The fierce tits are like a limp rabbit, Zheng Yanxu couldn't help laughing.

Song Cheng was a little annoyed when he saw the man's appearance, turned his back and was angry alone, blushing and shaking.

Those who didn't know thought he was the March Spring Breeze who had just begun to fall in love.

This man, he has long forgotten what he suffered last night.

Zheng Yanxu sighed in his heart and was a little relieved. It is best for his wife not to remember, if he could, he would not let Song suffer any grievances.

The man no longer teased the thin-skinned young man, he took Song Cheng's arm and said in a half-coaxing, half-serious way:

"Someone came to look for you this morning. I saw that you were sleeping soundly and didn't have the heart to call you."

Song Cheng turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

Zheng Yanxu: "Ugly." His face was a bit smelly.

"?? Who?" Song Cheng's head was full of confusion. Among the friends he and the man knew together, were there any particularly ugly ones?

Puzzled, he was about to pinch someone, so Zheng Yanxu unhappily tapped the door with his chin.

Song Cheng: "..." Well, it turns out that the jealousy hasn't passed yet.

When he understood the meaning of the man's words, he was a little shocked. Chu Zihan had come to him in the morning, so it could only mean that his neighbor who was targeted by the smiling cat was not dead?

Song Cheng hurriedly got up and tidied himself up. As soon as he opened the door, the person behind him grabbed his hand. He had question marks all over his face: "???"

What is this going to do again.

Zheng Yanxu squeezed his hand with a straight face and said, "Together, we agreed to accompany you."

When Song Cheng heard it, he wished that he would follow. With this person around, he wouldn't be bullied by that shameless, cute guy like Smiley Cat.

He nodded and grabbed the man's hand and ran to the opposite door, knocking on the door for him without signaling Zheng Yanxu.

Song Cheng was very satisfied and smiled at his family, which was very attractive.

Zheng Yanxu's heart was warmed by his laughter, and the door opened with a "click".

Chu Zihan was wearing home clothes, his hair was a little disheveled and his expression was gloomy. The first time he saw Song Cheng, he couldn't help but want to reach out and pull him.

But a cough with a strong warning meaning stopped his movements.

So the man who just fought a war without gunpowder yesterday looked at each other again, and they both saw hostility and disgust in each other's eyes.

Probably the confrontation between the same kind of people is extremely fierce, while the confrontation between different species is meaningless.

Chu Zihan was quickly defeated, he looked away and said with an unnatural expression:

"Mr. Song, my cat..."

The big orange cat named Qiuqiu woke up this morning and was found drowned in a bucket with a bloody hole in its neck.

Chu Zihan led them to the bathroom, pointed to the white plastic bucket that was usually used to put some waste water to flush the toilet, and said:

"I got up at seven o'clock in the morning to go to the toilet, and Qiuqiu was buried in it with her whole body head down."

The small half of the bucket of water was all stained red.

Song Cheng had seen that big orange cat in Chu Zihan's house before. Although most of Qiuqiu's body was huddled behind the sofa that time, the exposed head was round and chubby. You could tell the owner was feeding it at a glance. It's very good.

The plastic bucket is only [-] to [-] centimeters high, which is not very deep, and Qiuqiu would usually take advantage of him to go to the toilet and swing by lying on the bucket and facing inward.

But because Chu Zihan scolded him every time he got water on his body, he never played in water again.

Qiuqiu hates water very much, and is also afraid of taking a bath.

"I'm a light sleeper, so I never let Qiuqiu into my room, but I didn't hear it scratching the door last night...or rather, I didn't hear anything!" Chu Zihan said with a sullen face.

Song Cheng was full of questions, where did the wound come from, or what sneaked into Chu Zihan's house, and killed a struggling cat without any movement?

The development of the matter began to turn to the weird side, Song Cheng subconsciously looked for Zheng Yanxu's gaze, and saw that his man was as stable as an old dog and did not take this small scene in his eyes at all, and his heart instantly settled down.

"Cough, then did you close the doors and windows tightly yesterday?" Song Cheng asked, "There is also a black cat!"

He suddenly remembered the matter of the smiling cat, "Did the cat leave in the end, did you give it something to eat?"

Chu Zihan choked for breath, "No, but I drove it away."

Song Cheng was taken aback, what kind of operation is this.

"It bullies Qiuqiu, and Qiuqiu is very afraid that he is breathing all the time." Chu Zihan frowned, "Is there something wrong with the cat?"

When I met the young man for the first time, his eyes kept falling on the black cat from the moment he entered the door, and the lies he made up, such as closing the windows and pulling the curtains, were they just to prevent something from slipping in or afraid that he would look at it? to what.

It's not impossible if it's between animals, but that black cat is a lot smaller than Qiuqiu.

Song Cheng couldn't decide to pay attention, he looked at Zheng Yanxu and poked the man's most sensitive waist: "How to say, Old Zheng?"

The man took advantage of the situation and held his dishonest hand, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, a little doting.

"It has nothing to do with black cats."

Leaving aside a fluffy sentence, Zheng Yanxu turned around and pulled Song Cheng and wanted to leave, the kind that he didn't want to give any face.

"Hungry, go home."

Song Cheng: "..." Well, it's really time for you to be hungry.

Chu Zihan's expression was more confused than his, "?"

That's it?

The author has something to say:

Lao Gong: (serious face) I am a principled person.

Cheng Cheng:?

Lao Gong: You never care about ugly things, and you are not allowed to care about them either.

Neighbor Chu: Gan!