Who calls this thing a god?

The night was too deep and heavy, as if it was going to be burned up by thousands of lights.

His princess was sitting in the co-pilot, looking at the busy traffic with her head tilted and her eyes half closed, her brows stretched out, her expression soft and peaceful.

Lu Chan asked him what he was watching before.

He said he was watching the sky.

But today his gaze was no longer fixed on the night as deep as the sea, but moved down a little, and fixed on the lights of thousands of houses.

He said nothing, just watched.

Every blink was slightly heavy, as if he was going to fall asleep the next second.

When Lu Chan drove the car into the villa area, he pointed to a certain house looming and said, "Little princess, do you see it? That's your home."

The co-pilot paused, and slowly turned his head to stare at the front. He was drunk, and his reaction was a little slow. After thinking for a moment, he asked hesitantly, "...is it my home?"

Lu Chan said affirmatively, "Yes, your home."

Qiyou half-opened his eyes, not knowing which house he was looking at, so he smiled and said softly, "Do I have a home too? That's great."

The light and shadow outside the car window reflected on his face, and turned away one by one.

Only the corner of his lips still held a faint smile.

Lu Chan's heart was full of pain and desire, and he turned his eyes away and dared not look any more.

He picked him up and carried him back upstairs, as if he was treating a piece of precious porcelain and put Qiyou on the bed.

The soft mattress engulfed him gently like waves.

Lu Chan stood at the end of the bed, staring deeply at the unsuspecting and fragrant prey.

He is like a wolf that stops in front of delicious food, but inside is the same greed and violence.

But not yet...

He can't hurt his princess.

Lu Chan took a deep breath, tore off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He could almost hear the loud and intense vibration of his chest, which made people's brains go crazy.

He just walked towards the bathroom, and heard a sigh-like inquiry behind him: "Where are you going?"

A fine electric current exploded from his spine, Lu Chan thought in his heart that this is really fatal.

He turned his head, and Qiyou had already propped up his upper body, sinking into the quicksand-like bed.

There was no light in the room, but the steam in his eyes could be clearly seen, like a shallow pool of spring water, or a plate of peach blossom wine.

Too soft, too deadly.

Qi You stretched out his right hand to him, and his tone rose slightly: "Aren't you charging?"

The prey got into the trap ignorantly, if it is let go, then the hunter would be too kind.

Lu Chan smiled, but there was a faint bloodthirsty hidden in his smile: "Little Princess Qiyou, thanks to your invitation, I am going to plot evil against you."

Qi You: "...?"

He was drunk and reacted slowly, and when he came back to his senses, Lu Chan had already pushed him into a soft bed.

He felt hot and noisy.

When he was kissing Lu Chan, he heard the heartbeat in disorder, and he couldn't tell whose it was.

oppressed, looted.

Butterflies pass over the blooming stamens, absorbing everything about each other.

Qiyou shielded his eyes with one hand, panting rapidly, like a stranded fish flopping, his spine numb and trembling, the other hand clasped the bed sheet tightly, with distinct finger bones and bulging veins on the back of his hand.

Lu Chan pretended to be puzzled: "Little princess, what's wrong with you?"

What responded to him was a more rapid panting, and the trembling legs subconsciously swayed and clamped his arms, and he slowly pushed them away.

Lu Chan was extremely vile, bit his ear lightly, and said in an ambiguous and affectionate tone: "Or...is it too comfortable?"

Bullies can't be so bullying.

Qiyou looked away with red eyes.

Lu Chan pinched his face and came over, pushed his hand away, and looked directly into his eyes, but seeing his too soft eyes, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

Thumbs lightly caressing the end of his pink eyes: "Qiyou, the person you like is me?"

Qiyou panted for a moment, and asked with a tone soaked in wine: "Are you Lu Chan?"

Lu Chan was taken aback, and said, "Yes."

Hearing his answer, Qi You once again covered his eyes with his hands, his voice was as soft as a sigh:

"That's it."

I don't know where to start, I only know to die.

This is the loyalty of the gods.

……

In the early morning of the second day, the heavy curtains completely blocked the sunlight outside, and the day seemed like night.

Occasionally, I heard the sound of pigeons fluttering their wings—an old man in this villa area kept more than a dozen white pigeons, and at five o'clock in the evening, he could see them flying back in groups from afar through the window. lively.

Qiyou just opened his eyes, still not freed from the hangover, rubbed his eyes in a daze, turned over and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing his face, he was obviously more awake, and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror.

Two or three red spots on the neck caught his attention.

Qi You: "...?"

His face froze, he pulled off his pajamas with a toothbrush in his mouth, and there were mottled marks one after another on his collarbone and chest.

Qi You: "..."

Memories of last night flooded in and filled his eyes in an instant.

Exchange secrets.

Looking through the mirror.

"help each other".

as well as--

""Little princess, is it me who you like? "

"Are you Lu Chan?"

"Yes."

"That's it.""

Undisguised intentions and overly dependent words.

Qi You: "..."

He punched Lu Chan's heart away.

Qiyou stood in front of the mirror and froze for 1 minute, but still washed with determination.

When everything was put together, he pinched the bridge of his nose, opened the bedroom door and went downstairs.

Halfway up the stairs, I saw Lu Chan sideways facing him, sitting in the kitchen making wontons.

Those dexterous hands placed the stuffing very neatly, kneaded them, and put them aside one by one.

Hearing the sound, Lu Chan raised his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Good morning."

Good shit.

Kiyo felt a headache seeing his face

"It was earlier than I thought. I thought you were so 'tired' yesterday and would wake up later this morning."

Hehe, I laughed so happily, do you want to take a posthumous photo?

Qi You was expressionless, and immediately retorted: "To each other."

Lu Chan is still very good-tempered—whether he is pretending or not is unknown, anyway, no one who knows him says he has a good temper.

He turned around and filled a bowl of sweet and soft pumpkin porridge, put it on the table and greeted Qiyou: "Come and eat, I cooked the porridge."

Qiyou walked over.

Just as Lu Chan was going to get the chopsticks, the two of them walked towards each other, it was too late to talk, and then Qi You suddenly stood on tiptoe and slid sideways like a water snake.

Lu Chan: "..."

What does it mean to be ruthless, and what does it mean to put on pants and deny people.

Isn't this a white face and black eyes?

Qiyou himself didn't expect that he could make such an emergency move, and silently shrank back to the table and sat down.

He lowered his head and drank the porridge spoonful by spoonful.

"Is it okay to eat beef brisket with tomato at night? I remember you used to eat it in the cafeteria."

Qiyou choked.

He waved his hand and said, "It's up to you." He swallowed the porridge whole, and then went to the game room with his mobile phone in his hand.

"Hey," Lu Chan called to stop him again, "Is the game device okay? Is there any lag or something?"

Qiyou was speechless at his skill of looking for words without words, "Your own computer, you ask me?"

After speaking, the person ran away.

Lu Chan looked at his back, and sighed helplessly and amusedly.

The four-color ball on the display screen is rolling slowly, and when it hits the wall, it will turn around and pop out.

Qiyou crouched in the seat, flipping through the old books of his old friend, still trying to find clues of a few words in it.

Although he has many problems, he doesn't grab snacks while reading - Shen Hegui has specially warned him about this, but in fact, even if he didn't say it, Qiyou wouldn't do that.

One is that I feel tired doing two things at the same time, and the other is that I am afraid of making my hands or books sticky, and I have to clean them myself-to sum up the two points, I am actually lazy.

After reading the book for half an hour, he took the phone to play games again.

The newly downloaded is a turn-based card game, the gameplay is simple and easy to understand, the painting style is exquisite, and the characters are full.

He originally planned to delete it after just playing around, but unexpectedly found that the plot is quite interesting-after all, it is not easy to collapse into such a plot.

The planning tells many players with its strength: there is no most weird, only more weird.As long as you dare to play, take them all home.

So Qiyou played for a few more days with the mentality of "I see how stupid you can be".

Facts have proved that the planner is by no means an ordinary man. His mind is so stupid that it breaks through the sky, breaks through the universe, and reaches an invisible new dimension.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

"Little Qiyou, it's time to recharge."

When Lu Chan opened the door, Qiyou subconsciously leaned forward holding the phone, pretending to concentrate on playing games.

He heard footsteps approaching behind him, his face was expressionless, but his hands trembled unconsciously.

Qiyou: "..." Shaking, shaking your mother.

shame.

Lu Chan noticed it and acted as if he didn't see it. He put his hand on the back of his chair, "Little friend, it's time to charge. Please put down the weapon in your hand and stop struggling."

Qi You: "..."

He clicked on the summoning page, and without looking up, he drew a ghostly talisman: "The one who has drawn all the cards."

It was generous of him to shoot ten times in a row. Lu Chan fell silent after looking at the three golden cards that had been reflected.

Could this be... three yolk eggs? ? ?

This is the legendary European Emperor? ? ?

Qiyou raised his head and looked at his slightly complicated expression: "You play this too?"

Lu Chan shook his head: "I don't play games, Jiang Fusheng has played. ——I'll take a photo and send it to him."

Seeing him taking out his mobile phone to take pictures, Qiyou was silent for a while, and said, "You don't play games, what kind of game room do you build?"

What do you say.

Lu Chan's expression was quite indifferent: "In ancient times, there was a golden house to hide the beauty, but now there is a game room to hide you."

Hide your grandma's legs.

Qiyou's face was as black as sesame paste.

However, there were people who added fuel to the fire. Lu Chan raised his chin, looked at him carefully, and finally came to a conclusion: "Well, this is a hangover."

I wake you up *big**—

Lu Chan was amazed: "Little princess, you didn't look like this last night, did you burn out?"

"..." I am not, I am not, I want to kill someone.

The author has something to say: actually locked... just helping each other...

感谢在2020-09-0917:45:20~2020-09-1017:14:53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 who threw the mine: 1 Yun Shu;

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