Who calls this thing a god?

"Cold water, stop washing. Give it to me."

Qiyou still turned a deaf ear, his face was as tense as a bitter gourd, and he turned his back with the green and gold-rimmed bamboo sandwiched between his backs. His fingertips were red from the cold, making people feel that his fingers were numb and painful, but he was in high spirits .

Drunk is also as stubborn as ever.

If it were Jiang Fusheng's drinking madness, Lu Chan would stuff his head into the sewer on the spot, and if he wanted to freeze, he would never fucking come out.

But in front of her is a delicate and weak little princess, is there a more suitable solution than pampering him?

——Apparently there is no such thing in Lu Chan's place.

Lu Chan remained silent, and moved the faucet wrench halfway to the hot side.

With a blank expression, Qiyou turned the wrench all the way to the cold water.

Lu Chan: "..."

He moved it again in disbelief.

Qiyou pulled the wrench back again, turned his head and silently looked at him with condemning eyes.

"..." Well, let's go, let's go.

Lu Chan sighed, stretched his right hand under the faucet, and the palm of his hand was ignited with a bright red light, like a flame that was eager to try.The cold water passed through the palm of his hand, flowing down from the crevices and sides of his fingers, and when it fell on Qiyou's hand, it was already warm.

Seeing that the wrench was indeed on the side of the cold water, Qiyou thought about it carefully, and felt that there was no problem, so he decisively lowered his head and continued to work.

As long as he washes the bamboo, Lu Chan has been a free heater for as long as he has - the kind that can breathe.

Qiyou was finally done, standing in front of the sink like a silly, soft little panda, reluctantly hugging the bamboo, and the heater with full life skills raised his shoulder and asked: "Is it finished washing? Give it to me when it's finished, I will give it to you." Help you put it up—don't get it full of water."

The heater successfully took the washed green bamboo from the little panda's hand, poked him on the forehead and said, "Stand still."

The little panda took the panting heater as a keeper and stood there motionless.

Watching helplessly, Lu Chan found a vase in the house that was distributed by the Ninth Bureau but had been put aside by him, inserted the bamboo into it and put it on the table.

When Lu Chan came back, seeing him standing still, he smiled unconsciously, took out two pieces of paper from the side, and wiped his wet hands carefully from palm to fingertips.

He lightly touched Qiyou's abdomen and asked, "Are you hungry? Want to eat something? I'll make it for you."

Qiyou didn't move or speak, just stood there dryly.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time before Lu Chan suddenly realized, reached out and tapped his forehead: "Release."

The little panda moved in response, rubbed his eyes, and said softly: "Sleepy."

His voice has always been indifferent and lazy, soaked in the aroma of wine, it seems a little soft, which makes people feel itchy.

Lu Chan's heart seemed to be drenched with honey, sweet and soft, and he asked with a smile on his lips, "Do you want to sleep?"

"Want to kill."

"..."

Lu Chan was expressionless for a moment.

Sure enough, just because of the panda's naive appearance, we can't forget the fact that its bite force ranks fifth in the entire animal kingdom.

He coughed dryly, and said in a coaxing tone, "May I take you to bed? Look, you've been busy all day... you're already very tired."

When Lu Chan spoke seriously, his voice was soft and deep, like an irresistible sea, dragging people into the abyss unknowingly.

Qiyou was also a little moved by this proposal, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded and agreed.

So the keeper led the drunk red panda to sit on the bed in the bedroom.

When he squatted down to take off his shoes, he found that Qiyu was looking around dishonestly, his head turning like a fan.

"……What are you doing?"

Qi You frowned and replied: "My bamboo..."

"..." Why is her mother thinking about this even though she is going to sleep?

Lu Chan was almost pissed off by his words, silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood rushing to his throat, and barely maintained a smile to answer: "Well, I'll get it for you."

He was just walking back with the vase on his side, and Qi You kicked the shoe he just took off far away with a flying kick.

Lu Chan: "..." What is a brat, isn't this a ready-made figure?

He pretended to be tiger-faced and scolded: "Let me see which kid is misbehaving, he will be punished to stand."

The little boy Qiyou is not afraid of power, and kicks the other shoe away with one kick.

Lu Chan laughed angrily, holding the vase like a bodhisattva descending to earth, leaning against the door frame, with a face of "I see what you can do".

What kind of mudslide Bodhisattva is this.

As long as Qiyou is not drunk today, he can stand up and fight him.

The barefoot fairy sat on the bed with her head raised, doubting her life.

What is this in front of him.

Seeing that he was honest, Lu Chan walked in leisurely, put the vase in front of the bedside table, and gently pinched Qi You's shoulder: "Go to sleep. Are you tired after playing all day?"

He gently pushed the person down on the bed, and unconsciously rolled his Adam's apple, and he felt a little sloppy.

Lu Chan looked at him from top to bottom, and cleared his throat calmly.

His capacity for alcohol is really not good, and he got drunk like this after dipping the rice wine in the red bean soup with fermented rice.There is a thin powder on the cheeks and the tips of the ears, and there is a layer of moist water in front of the eyes, which is wet like a small animal, which is cute and cute.

Lu Chan stared at him, and Qi You also stared blankly back.

"..." Oh, you idiot.

Lu Chan took his hand and pecked at the red mark on his little finger: "Don't look at me like that, little princess."

Qiyou sarcastically retorted: "... What's wrong with you? You can't watch it? You—"

"You are at a disadvantage."

Lu Chan cut off his words with helplessness and amused, biting his little finger with his teeth, and biting it gently.

Qi You felt itchy, so he twitched back, and the next second he pushed his forehead back unceremoniously.

Lu Chan: "..."

The water of the West Lake is my tears.

He was about to praise the little princess for being drunk and still able to fight back, when this man collapsed on the bed like a Lafayette, pulled the edge of his trousers with the other hand, and said two words lazily: "Uncomfortable."

Lu Chan: "..."

You are not suffering, you are courting death.

Qi You had no self-knowledge, stretched his slender legs like a cat stretching, unbuttoned his trousers with one hand, and made a slight "sting" sound when he unzipped the zipper.

Lu Chan stood beside the bed with no burden, never leaving his eyes for a moment, his face was still calm and self-possessed, but his hands behind his back were clenched unconsciously.

His eyes followed the edge of his pulled down trousers like a knife and gouged his legs, You Qi turned around in the private place blocked by a thin layer of fabric.

Realizing that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, Lu Chan coughed lightly, touched the root of his nose with his fingertips, bent down and put his hands on both sides of Qiyou: "Let me help you, it's not convenient for you, isn't it? "

Qiyou half-opened his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Oh...is it inconvenient for me?"

This demeanor made him look like he was awake, but his speech was very slow, and his eyes were not very clear, as if he was covered with a layer of desire.

"Inconvenient." Lu Chan grabbed one of his ankles, slowly raised that leg, and slowly pulled down his pants like peeling the skin of a ripe fruit.

Strip by strand, stripped inch by inch.

He lowered his head and kissed Qiyou's knee almost reverently, his lips pressed against his skin, the warmth was so hot that it was about to stimulate electric current, but he heard the man above him say:

"Well, is it seven years or ten years for the crime of molestation by the monster race?"

Lu Chan: "..."

What the hell did you make up for in the last two months of your life.

He let go of Qiyou's leg with no expression on his face, and said four words in a cold voice: "Take it into consideration."

Qi You: "Oh."

Lu Chan didn't want to go to jail under the name of Bureau Nine, so he had to give up.

Tuck in the quilt for someone, pat this cherry blossom sushi roll, and ask, "Is it cold?"

The sushi roll didn't respond again, and reached for the vase on the bedside table.

Lu Chan tilted the mouth of the bottle to make it easier for him to take it.

Who knows that he only pulled out the bamboo in it again.

There are still water droplets rolling on the green bamboo leaves, revealing a faint fragrance.

When he started to watch Qiyou gently waving his head, Lu Chan didn't respond until he threw water on his face.

Lu Chan: "..."

Should I say thank you for your enlightenment.

Qiyou didn't know how to repent, so he shook the bamboo and sent it to the person's face.

Lu Chan looked at the bamboo leaves that were almost reaching his mouth, and said angrily and amusedly, "What are you doing?"

He immediately lowered his face: "Sleep, or I will punish you."

Kid Qiyou tightly closed his eyes upon hearing this.

After waiting for a while, he quietly opened one eye, and when he met Shang Lu Chan's gaze, he closed it again.

It's like a child who doesn't want to take a nap in the noisy kindergarten.

Lu Chan took the bamboo in his hand and put it back into the vase again.

Dry and warm hands blocked Qiyou's eyes, and the deep darkness engulfed him again—like thousands of years of sleeping.

All sentient beings think that the sleeping god of resentment is just one dynasty before opening his eyes, and another dynasty after opening his eyes.

actually not.

The god of resentment is sentient when he is sleeping in the soul temple, he is in the chaos, he feels the passage of time with his eyes open, and there is nothingness around him.

He was alone, quietly tossing and turning in this nothingness for thousands of years, washing away too many memories and longings he wanted to hold.

Rather than deep sleep, it is more appropriate to say that it is a prison.

This is God's punishment for his compassion.

Qiyou resisted the darkness in front of him a little bit. He was about to frown when he heard a voice like a lullaby in his ear:

"Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

"Good boy, I'm here...I'm here to guard you."

"Sleep. Wake up and I'll take you to the chocolate waterfall."

"Go to sleep."

Maybe it's because I'm tired from playing all day, maybe it's because the alcohol has anesthetized my nerves, or maybe it's because this person's voice is too gentle, as gentle as silence.

The faint smell of burning bamboo and flowers lingered on the tip of Qiyou's nose, and his resistive and tense nerves finally relaxed slowly.

He vaguely heard the ringing of the bell, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but once again he was indulging in the soft words that sounded.

He seemed sleepy and tired.

As if trapped in quicksand, sinking, sinking, until falling into a chocolate-flavored dream.

Seeing that his breathing was getting steady and long, Lu Chan leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the forehead of the red bean-flavored little panda.

The author has something to say: Has anyone guessed why Qi You is so obsessed with bamboo qwq

感谢在2020-08-2615:30:48~2020-08-2715:03:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Yunshu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!