Who calls this thing a god?

When the two of them got home, Qi You first put the half-human-tall bear on the sofa.

He squatted down/body, pulled out the loose blue ribbon around the big bear's neck, and tied it up again.

Dead knot, perfect.

Housewife Lu Chan put the vinegar bottle in the kitchen closet, and when she came out and saw the bear whose neck was strangled, she felt breathless for no reason.

He sighed helplessly and amusedly, sat down on the sofa and slowly untied a series of dead knots on Kyu's tie.

Qi You: "..."

There are a million points of displeasure.

With someone's big death debuff, Lu Chanyun calmly pulled out the ribbon and hung it around his neck, looking straight at Qiyou impartially: "Is it?"

Qi You: "..."

He couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and narrowed his eyes wearily: "What? Are you my New Year's gift?"

"No," Lu Chan chuckled, "I'm your prize quiz."

Watching the ribbon dangling around his neck was like teasing a cat.

Qi You grabbed it casually and circled around.

Lu Chan: "..." Oh oh, I was choked by the throat of fate.

The index fingers and thumbs of Qiyou's two hands pinched the two ends of the ribbon respectively, and slowly tightened it like pulling cocoons.

Along with his breathing is also a little plundered.

They flirt through the medium of their ribbons, yet stare unabashedly at each other.

Eyes covered, eyes kissed.

The blue ribbon was finally pulled tight, and Qiyou's eyes fell on his protruding Adam's apple, and he rolled it inadvertently.

...too foul.

He coughed lightly, then stood up suddenly and walked upstairs.

Lu Chan was startled, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you going?"

"bath."

Lu Chan: "..."

The little fox came fast and slipped even faster, Lu Chan had no time to stop him, and fled into the bedroom in the blink of an eye.

Lu Chan followed his faint gaze until the moment his back disappeared,

He took off the ribbon around his neck expressionlessly, and looked sideways at the big bear, with a pair of round plastic brown eyes, and a naive smile on the corners of his upturned lips.

The more I looked at it, the more I suppressed my anger, and I punched it to the ground.

Bear:"……"

If Qiyou was present, he must reprimand Lu Chan on behalf of the bear lovers, "I'll fuck you".

Unrepentant, Lu wrapped the ribbon around the bear's neck, tightened it methodically, and tied more than a dozen dead knots in a row.

He looked at his "masterpiece", nodded in satisfaction, and was able to vent his anger.

Qiyou in the bathroom didn't know that his New Year's gift had been misfortune, and when he came out wearing a bathrobe after taking a shower, Lu Chan went in to wash it again.

It is strange to say that Lu Chan's house obviously has a bathroom in the guest room, but the two of them have to take turns washing in the bathroom in the master bedroom.

Maybe this is love/interest.

Listening to the sound of the shower in the bathroom, Qi You just wanted to sit down and brush his phone, when he was stuck in the neck by the wet hair - his hair grew a little longer, and this length was just enough to tie a small knot, and it was just right After taking a shower, I will be tied by the ends of my hair and doubt my life.

The cold water droplets slid down the neck and into the collar, making people uncomfortable.

Qiyou forgot to bring out the towel, he looked around under the pillow and at the head of the bed but found no hair tie, suddenly remembered that he put it on the shelf in the bathroom before taking a bath.

Qiyou looked at the bathroom door: "..."

This is hard.

...Then why don't you wait a while?

Just as Qiyou thought about it, he was pierced by the spine-like hair tip of a hedgehog.

In addition, Lu Chan has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and he doesn't always come out when he takes a shower. When he is done, Qiyou's cervical spine is pierced.

Damn can't bear it.

Qiyou had no choice but to stand at the door and knock on the door: "Lu Chan."

The people in the bathroom probably heard his voice and turned off the shower.

The sound of the water became quieter, only the sound of tick-tock-tick-tick-like water drops gently caressing and dripping from the skin.

Qi You: "..."

Lu Chan was afraid that he might not hear clearly, so he raised his tone slightly: "What's wrong?"

Qiyou said, "I want to go in and get something."

After saying this, the people in the bathroom seemed to pause for a moment, and the voice through the door was not very clear: "Are you in a hurry?"

His tone was weakened, making it impossible to tell whether it was a joke or something.

Qiyou wanted to say that he was not in a hurry, but the ends of his hair were really going to prick someone to death.

He hummed, and felt that Lu Chan might not be able to hear clearly, and said, "A little bit."

Lu Chan said, "Open the door."

He pushed open the door of the bathroom and stepped on the tiles with his bare feet. He stood in front of the shelf of the sink and looked around, without his small leather case.

...then it must be in the bathroom.

Qiyou looked at the plastic curtain, and could vaguely see the flesh-colored and vague outline behind it...

He unconsciously turned red at the tips of his ears, wondering why it was so hot in the bathroom.

With a sigh of relief, he walked to the curtain, stepped on the water under his feet, and made a patter sound, mixed with the sound of water droplets dripping from the flesh/body, which was frightening.

Qiyou said, "Can I go in?"

Across a curtain, Qi You couldn't see his expression, only heard a little heavy breathing, and after a while he finally said, "What are you taking?"

The voice was a little deep and a little hoarse, and it scraped roughly across people's heart, making it painful and itchy.

Qi You suddenly didn't want that hair rope so much.

He wants to get something else.

Lu Chan laughed and teased him viciously: "What are you taking? There are only shampoo, body wash and me in it."

And my hair ties.

Qiyou squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then decisively threw away the sesame seeds to pick up the watermelon, took a deep breath and said, "Take one person."

As soon as the words fell, one hand pushed aside the plastic curtain with a clatter, hooked his waist forcefully and dragged him into the bathroom. Lu Chan turned on the shower, and the warm water poured over him.

heat.

It's hot.

Qiyou's bathrobe was stained with water and hung heavily on him, and Lu Chan pushed it away like peeling a mangosteen.

The panting of the two people was intertwined, it was too hot, how could it be so hot.

It was so hot that the bones would melt.

Qi You raised his head, and Lu Chan bit his lower lip, nibbling and savoring it gently, absorbing the sweetness he had.

He is like a stingy and greedy old man tasting a delicious delicacy, wishing to eat all the flesh and blood in his stomach, so that the skin licked by his tongue oozes blood.

Lu Chan tore off the heavy bathrobe that had been soaked with water, and threw it aside casually. He unquestionably inserted himself into Qiyou's cock, dawdling ambiguously.

He kissed Qiyou's eyebrows, nose tip, and lips one by one, all the way down, biting the protruding Adam's apple aggressively. In such an act of declaring sovereignty, he gently licked it with the tip of his tongue as if soothing.

It is like a male leopard occupying a territory.

Qiyou's eyes were reddened, three points more gorgeous than women's make-up, and water flowed down his face, which looked more like tears in this situation.

Lu Chan stopped suddenly, he lowered his head, and stroked Qiyou's chest with his fingers.

There was a hideous scar there.

Very long, almost across half of the chest.

Qiyou half-opened his eyes, water droplets fell from his slender eyelashes, like a butterfly about to fly away.

"what happened?"

Lu Chan's fingertips stroked the sensitive scar, as if it would cease to exist if he touched it and kissed it, and his princess would not suffer like this.

"...how did you do it?" He asked hoarsely.

At this time, I can still think about these things.

Qi You laughed, and said in a relaxed tone, "I have been condemned by God."

Hearing this, Lu Chan kissed the hideous scar with great care.

His expression was as devout as if he were praying.

He didn't go further to encroach, but instead held Qiyou's right hand with his left hand, stretched his fingers quite forcefully, and interlocked with his fingers.

The bases of their fingers were attached to the bases of their fingers, with red marks intertwined in one place, but they looked like a pair of Bi people locked by a red thread.

Lu Chan kissed his lips again, as cautiously as a dragonfly touches water, for fear that what is in front of him is nothing but a dream.

"His Royal Highness Resentment God, are you willing to be my god?"

Qiyou paused.

What he was talking about was not praying for you, not the "little princess" who mixed oil with honey, but "the god of resentment".

Resentment God does not represent an identity, but his dirty past and unknown future.

He asked, His Highness the God of Resentment, can you be my god.

He was asking, can you leave your good or bad, your past and future to me.

Unlike the last time he was drunk, Qiyou is now sober, he is looking at and needs to respond to the person in front of him.

In front of you, this loyal believer.

He knew well that the God of Resentment was born in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The past is dirty and dark.

But such a past, Lu Chan also wants.

Qiyou remembered Shen Hegui before he died, and said to him in tears:

"Eleven, go into the light."

"To the light..."

Is he standing in the light now?

Lu Chan clasped his hand tightly, "Look at me, Qiyou, you look at me. Don't think about anything else."

Qiyou looked at him through the dense water vapor.

Lu Chan took a deep breath, and his tone didn't sound like a love story, but rather a verdict: "You think you are dishonorable in the past, I—I don't have any memories of my childhood, including my previous life, but judging from the past ten years I guess I'm not a good person either, probably worse than you.

"Listen, you're fine, you're fine, you're fucking fine."

"Which bastard gave you the name 'Resentment God', damn it, I guess this person has already been buried in the ground, so I won't dig him out, but I have to spit on him, what is the name Resentment God! People eliminate harm, listen to people's prayers, this mother is more than a model worker, shouldn't this be called the "God of Wishes", my ancestors are good, such a god who is close to the people can't be found with a lantern! Who has no eyes Call you 'resentment God' ah?

"Did you hear that? Qiyou, did you hear that?"

"You're fine, very fine, wonderful, you hear?"

The water flowed into the eyes and trickled down.

Qi You pursed his lips, and responded softly: "Yes."

Lu Chan faced his naked/naked body, and put his mind naked/naked in front of him.

He took a deep breath, looked into Qiyou's eyes, and clenched his hands tightly:

"Your Majesty the God of Resentment, can you be my god alone?"

He is not humble, he is not low, they stand on an equal footing.

He is not a god, he is not a phoenix, they are just a pair of people who love each other.

Qiyou's eyes were shrouded in dense mist, he pursed his lips tightly, and responded with a light smile:

"Ah."

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