When a weak bamboo horse differentiates into the strongest A

Under the warm white light, Luo Xing's jade-colored face was flushed with blush, making it hard for Zhong Chu not to think of peaches.

His Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't help touching it with his lips.

It is soft peach, fragrant and sweet.

His fiery breath sprayed into Luo Xing's neck, causing Luo Xing to close his eyes tightly, shrink his neck, and then opened one eye to secretly look at people, as if he had woken up from a drunk.

Zhong Chu patted Luo Xing's waist: "Can you walk upstairs?"

"can."

Luo Xing put his arms around his neck and nodded, and in the next second, his legs left the ground and wrapped around his waist, hanging on him like a koala.

He was caught off guard and frantically supported Luo Xing's butt to prevent Luo Xing from falling.

"Okay, let's go."

Luo Xing twisted into a comfortable posture, bossing around.

Zhong Chuchu couldn't figure out the brain circuit of this little drunk at all, so he surrendered and carried him upstairs face to face.

In the bedroom, Zhong Chuu put Luo Xing on the bed, but Luo Xing still hugged his neck and did not let go.

The light in the room was not turned on, and it was pitch black. He couldn't see Luo Xing's face clearly, but his heart went numb from Luo Xing's tiny breathing.

He said in a deep voice, "I'll kiss you if I don't let go."

Luo Xing ignored his threat, snorted, and rubbed his face with the tip of his nose.

For a moment, something in Zhong Chuchu's mind suddenly broke.

The moon quietly peeked out of the clouds, and under the soft light, two young bodies hugged each other and rolled onto the bed.

Luo Xing grabbed Zhong Chuchu's clothes by his chest, and was kissed so hard by Zhong Chuchu that his neck was straightened up. He shrank like a bullied animal, no one could tell that he was the one who started teasing him first.

Feeling Luo Xing's reaction, Zhong Chuchu recalled the days when he was fooled by him, and instantly had the urge to eat this first-rate little liar.

The air molecules suddenly began to stir, and the 99.5% match took effect.

The green plum flavor was invaded by the mint flavor to create a gap, and then it gushed out crazily like a flood.

Just when the pheromone in the air was about to reach the critical point of losing control, the phone in Luo Xing's pocket suddenly rang.

The broken sanity instantly reconnected.

Panting heavily, Zhong Chuu kissed the person under him deeply, and got up to answer the phone.

It was Luo Xing's mother calling.

Hearing Zhong Chuchu's voice, Song Yinghong was obviously surprised: "Xing Zai Zai is with you?"

"Yeah." Zhong Chuchu walked to the French window and talked about drinking at the party today.

"My God, you two are reconciled. Xing Zai Zai has not thought about tea and food these few days. He holds his mobile phone and waits for your call all day. He loves to talk to someone when he has nothing to do, like a little crazy , I am anxious for him."

Zhong Chuu supported the window glass with one hand, made up the picture in his brain, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He was about to send Luo Xing back after a while, but he heard Song Yinghong say: "Your uncle and I are still in the factory, please take care of Xing Zai tonight, I will leave him to you, I don't worry. "

When Zhong Chu heard this, he was a little surprised that Luo Xing, as an Omega, was staying at an Alpha's house, and his mother didn't think it was wrong at all.

She trusted herself too much.

At the same time, this kind of trust is too heavy, making it impossible for him to abandon reason and pursue instinct.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Chuchu went over to turn on the light in the bedroom.

After a few seconds to adapt to the light, Luo Xing was lying disheveled on the messy sheets, with a corner of his T-shirt turned up, revealing half of his white waist, looking at him with wet eyes half-opened.

The demeanor is so innocent.

Zhong Chuchu's freshly cooled blood roared down again in an instant.

He almost gritted his teeth before he settled the restless Luo Xing, turned on the air purification and hurriedly left the bedroom.

When Luo Xing woke up again, he was dazed for a long time before he vaguely remembered that he drank too much last night and was brought home by Zhong Chuu.

He yelled at the bedroom door a few times, but no one responded, so he threw on his slippers to find someone. After looking upstairs and downstairs, he found that Zhong Chuu was really not at home.

He rubbed his hair and had to go to wash first.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, he stared at the t-shirt and pants that were crumpled in sleep, and was stunned for three seconds.

Zhong Chuan, this inhuman guy, didn't even change his pajamas for him!It is estimated that his brother threw him on the bed after carrying him back last night.

he thought angrily.

Fortunately, he had a pile of change of clothes at Zhongchu's house.

At around nine o'clock, Zhong Chuchu came back with shopping bags from the supermarket.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Luo Xingduan sitting upright on the sofa, his staring gaze was a bit like a judge staring at a criminal suspect.

Zhong Chuchu calmly took out the small cake from the bag, thinking that Luo Xing was going to question him about last night.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xing's first sentence was: "In the haunted house, did you kiss me?"

"Well, I kiss you."

"Well, I'm just kidding, you don't like me, do you?"

When Luo Xing asked this question, his throat tightened, and he swore he had never been so nervous in his life.

"I like you, not a joke."

Zhong Chuchu directly and generously admitted.

Luo Xing's mind was in a mess, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It turned out that he had guessed correctly, Zhong Chuchu really wanted to change his brotherhood with him.

"Xiao Xing, do you like me?"

When Zhong Chuchu asked calmly, Luo Xing panicked even more.

He can't answer this question yet, because he doesn't know what love is at all. Answering "yes" or "no" is just fooling Zhong Chuan.

He is not someone who avoids the unknown, but he tried messily all day yesterday, but he couldn't understand it. He only knows that he can't bear another "cold war" with Zhong Chuu, which is more uncomfortable than killing him .

For the first time he felt stupid.

Seeing that Luo Xing was silent, Zhong Chuchu smiled lightly as if he knew the result: "It's okay."

The tone was terribly gentle.

Hearing this, Luo Xing felt a little emotion in his disorganized heart—look at his brother's realm, he is different from the mortals in TV dramas!

Zhong Chuchu turned his back to him and bowed his head, standing in the open kitchen cutting fruit. He always felt that his brother's back was a bit bleak, which made him look like a heart-breaking and irresponsible scum.

Luo Xing was feeling guilty inwardly, and the next second he heard a sentence asking him to pour tea.

"Anyway, sooner or later you will understand that you like me."

Zhong Chuchu turned around and put the mixed fruit salad and cake in front of him, with a calm and calm look, as if doing a sub-question, which had nothing to do with desolation at all.

"How do you know?" Luo Xing, who was still blaming himself, was instantly dissatisfied, "I checked on the Internet, and it said that people who are passionately in love will be inseparable, eat and sleep together, think about each other all the time, and imagine the future and the rest of their lives... But these are the leftovers from our play, we are even more tacit and long-lasting than those who fall in love, so thinking about it, there is no difference between a lover and a good brother."

He stretched his neck, confident in his logic.

"So what?"

Zhong Chu bullied Luo Xing's lips, stuck his tongue into his mouth, and kissed him deeply, violently and irritatingly.

It took a while to let go.

"Is there a difference?"

Zhong Chuchu asked in a hoarse voice.

Luo Xing was caught off guard, gasping for breath after being kissed, he waved his fist angrily and said: "Brother, you are unreasonable!"

Zhong Chuchu was helpless, in the end, who was unreasonable?

"Okay, then I will not reason again."

After Zhong Chuchu finished speaking, he directly pressed him onto the sofa, squeezed his knees between Luo Xing's legs, firmly fixed him under him, and kissed him recklessly again.

Luo Xing sank into the sofa, panicked at first, but was kissed softly within two strokes, hugging Zhong Chuchu's neck subconsciously wanted to respond, but couldn't figure it out, and could only be dragged away by the other party annoyed .

Through the thin fabric, Zhong Chu felt the slight tremor of Luo Xing's body, and carefully wanted to stick to his abdominal muscles, but was afraid of being discovered.

This is a symbol of passion.

However, at this moment, he couldn't do anything more outrageous.

It took him and Luo Xing nearly nine years to become the closest person to each other. This was his advantage, but it was also the most helpless obstacle.

As Luo Xing said, many innocent loves that hold small hands are probably not as sticky as the two of them. How can Luo Xing, a little idiot, easily tell the difference?

Kissing is a matter of first-time acquaintance and second-time acquaintance. After a morning, Luo Xing was no longer so afraid to face it.

But Zhong Chuchu really went too far, as if he had become addicted, he would kiss him when he had nothing to do, and he wouldn't stop until he sucked his tongue.

For example, in the afternoon when he was standing on the window sill watering the succulents, Zhong Chuu suddenly put his arms around his waist from behind, hugged him with the pot on his lap and kissed him for half an hour.

At the end of the day, I didn't do anything serious, I just kissed.

From the first floor to the second floor, from the living room to the bedroom, from the study to the terrace, and then to his secret space... Zhong Chuu didn't want to let go of an inch of the [-]-square-meter jump.

He felt that if this went on like this, he was going to drown due to lack of oxygen, but Zhong Chuan couldn't get tired of it, so he knew that tormenting him was almost necrotic.