[Comprehensive] System, please don't die again

This day, it’s Sunday, the hard-working people can finally relax their tense mood for a week, rest at home, or invite three or two friends, watch a movie or hang out on the street, and when tired, go to the shops on the street Here, loosen your feet.

Probably the coffee shop is people's favorite resting place. Order a cup of coffee, sink into the soft sofa with friends, chat gossip, talk about practical things, and spend a rare weekend leisurely.

In the almost full Yaxuan coffee shop, Fang Momo and Luo Zihang were busy, when the clear bell rang, they turned their heads and smiled reflexively.

"Welcome, Yaxuan Coffee House."

Seeing someone coming, Fang silently raised a brighter smile, "Hey, Xiaoya, why are you free today?"

"Good afternoon, Xiaoya." Luo Zihang greeted, but quickly recorded the guests' meals in his hands, multitasking, probably for them, it was a very skilled skill.

"I have a little matter, but the sisters are busy first, and I will talk to you when I am free."

The person who came was Tan Zeya, who was carrying a schoolbag. He was wearing a loose sports school uniform. He was full of youth. With his slightly tender face, he looked more like a girl than a boy, but he was used to it in the corner in front of the bar. He found an empty seat and sat down, holding his chin and looking at the busy people, with a relaxed and stable expression, just like most of the guests.

After finally taking a little time off, Luo Zihang, who had delivered the last cup of coffee in his hand, hugged the tray, a pair of legs wrapped in trousers but even more slender and straight like a model, and under the envious eyes of many girls, he walked steadily towards Tan Zeya .

"Isn't it an exam today? Why are you here?" Luo Zihang, who ignored, or never looked at other people's eyes, maintained his usual neutral style, supporting the bar with one hand, and putting the other on Tan Zeya's shoulder. People are free and easy and heroic.

Tan Zeya enjoys getting along with the people in the coffee shop. They know that he is a boy in women's clothing, but they never look at him with weird eyes, which makes him very peaceful. Unlike at school, he is afraid of other people's strange eyes when going to the bathroom. He said he didn't care, but he was actually very uncomfortable, "I've finished the exam, and I handed in the papers in advance, sister Zihang, you said last time that if you like someone, you have to confess to him, even if you don't In the end, I have to tell that person what I want, but what if the person I like is of the same sex? Is it the same?"

"So what about the same sex?" Hearing this, Luo Zihang patted Tan Zeya on the shoulder, and suddenly had a sense of sight of "my family has a child who is just growing up", but Tan Zeya looks small, so she is not her When I get older, "Sister Hang and I, don't you also like the same sex? What's the big deal? If you like it, you just like it. You can't deny your liking just because of your gender. If so, this liking is too cheap. , isn't it?"

To like is to like, it has nothing to do with gender, height, appearance, age, and family background. Although responsibility is more important than like to a certain extent, responsibility is not an excuse for liking or not.

If a person rejects the person he likes because of these reasons, then he must not really like it. Such a liking is really disgusting.

"That's right, I like my brother not because of his gender." Tan Zeya lowered her head and muttered to herself.

Fang Momo, who was finally free, threw himself on Luo Zihang's back cheerfully, and shouted at them excitedly, "Hey, then I will listen to what you are talking about."

Suddenly, Tan Zeya discovered something. When Fang Momo threw himself on Luo Zihang's back, Luo Zihang's eyes were gentle and tender, like a pool of tender water slowly entangled Fang Momo.

It turns out that the person Zihang likes is sister Momo. Sister Zihang should feel very happy to be able to work with the person she likes. It would be great if sister Mo Mo also likes sister Zihang.

"Sister Mo Mo, didn't you say that there are more in-depth comics you read that day? Can you lend me some?"

"Of course, you can have as many as you want. The amount in my collection can directly make a man bend over."

Fang silently raised his head proudly, and was not surprised to see the deep affection in Luo Zihang's eyes. He grinned and stole a kiss on Luo Zihang's cheek openly.

Showing affection or something is to let everyone know and envy everyone.

Tan Zexuan was lying on the bed, his pair of peach blossom eyes that should have been sparkling was slightly confused, he knew that he was wasting time, he had forgotten all the strategies he had arranged, and he was so close to completing the task, but he suddenly didn't want to continue the strategy Yes, it's not that he is not afraid of death, but there are always strange emotions influencing his thoughts, just like a program infected with a virus, always making mistakes.

Pinching his earlobe with light lines, Tan Zexuan's tone was a little irritated, "Cup Cup, are you sure there is nothing wrong?"

"Of course there is no problem. Isn't the task good? Shengsheng, you are thinking too much," Beibei, who was restricted not to appear casually, stretched out a hand in Tan Zexuan's ear pitifully. Fiddled with Tan Zexuan's fingers, "Come on, Shengsheng, isn't the dawn of victory clearly visible?"

"Really?"

Tan Zexuan opened his eyes and looked at the incandescent lamp above his head. His eyes were obviously sore and covered with physical tears, but he still looked directly at the lamp and muttered to himself.

Scratching his head irritably, Tan Zexuan sat up and decided to go to the bathroom to take a cold shower to wake himself up.

At the same time as the sound of running water resounded, the door of the bedroom was quietly opened. Tan Zeya entered the bedroom lightly against the door, then locked the door lightly, sat on the edge of the bed slightly awkwardly, and took the pillow , Sniffing, a little foolishly buried his face in it.

Wiping his wet hair with a big towel, Tan Zexuan thought, maybe he really thought too much about everything, the most important thing now is to finish the task quickly and not be disturbed by inexplicable things.

Opening the sliding door of the bathroom, Tan Zexuan, who was wearing a towel, seemed to be petrified in an instant. It was really petrified. The system sound and cups that were supposed to prompt were completely silent. At this moment, Tan Zexuan has no extra thoughts to pay attention to this matter, because.

But seeing Tan Zeya on his bed, her eyes closed and her cheeks slightly red, her delicate and thin chest was wrapped around a very thin black lace, which was tied sexy and seductively by a thin black belt similar to a thong. The key parts of the lower body, the whole picture is sexy, enchanting and lustful.

Regardless of the still dripping hair, Tan Zexuan was so frightened by the sudden temptation that he stuttered, "Xiao, Xiaoya? You, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Tan Zeya opened her eyes, and the always ignorant almond eyes were burning with flames, evoking a charming smile that didn't fit his image, and there was an inevitable determination in her voice, "Because my brother didn't Respond to my confession, so I dedicate myself.”

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The facial expressions that hadn't appeared for a long time flashed across the screen in Tan Zexuan's mind. The plot came too fast, and Tan Zexuan said he couldn't react at all.

"You, Xiaoya, do you know what you're talking about?"

Nodding, Tan Zexuan's horrified expression actually hurt Tan Zeya's heart. Obviously according to the plot in the comics, my brother should have a look of astonishment, and then pounce on him and overwhelm him, "I know, I'm here to dedicate myself, who told my brother Indifferent to my confession."

This is the anti-strategy, okay? The anti-strategy of the fart of the priest's world!

[Trigger the strategy target Tan Zeya, Tan Zeya's favorability is 100%, and the statistical strategy value is 100%, so it can be strategy. 】

It was late, but there was no system sound that attracted Tan Zexuan's attention. If Tan Zexuan was not confused by the reversal of the plot at this moment, he must have found some signs. Unfortunately, everything turned to an unpredictable place for him.

The gear of fate, like a train, has deviated from the established track.

Tan Zexuan, who opened his mouth and did not move, made Tan Zeya feel deeply aggrieved, which was not at all the same as expected.

The furious Tan Zeya jumped out of the bed neatly, ignoring the loose upper underwear that had no covering effect at all and was about to fall to the navel, and dragged the dazed Tan Zexuan onto the bed.

That's right, it was the ride. Riding style, Tan Zeya sat straddling Tan Zexuan's waist, his smooth skin pressed against each other, the slight friction made him a little indescribably unbearable, but his expression was very proud.

"Brother, don't treat me like a child. Mommy and Daddy also know that I like you. Also, I also know that we are not real brothers, so don't lie to me with those things. No matter what brother thinks, brother I can't escape today."

#My younger brother is not so smart! #

Obviously being pressed on the bed, these words came out of Tan Zexuan's mind irrelevantly, sighed, Tan Zexuan thought, this is probably the easiest task for him, even 00 that XX has someone to take the initiative.

Laying loosely on the bed, he said helplessly, "It seems that Xiaoya is very determined, so let me see your determination." Tan Zexuan decided that just lying down and enjoying it for a while is at least better than letting him It's better to move, although it's just his weird psychological factors.

How did it work in the comics?Tan Zeya thought for a while and stretched out her hand.

"Brother, it has grown bigger. It is indeed correct in the manga."

"Yeah!" The long and narrow eyes were half-closed into a slit, and it was obvious that he was still a bit uncomfortable psychologically, but his body was honestly responding to desire. Tan Zexuan unconsciously let his cock rub against his soft and hot hands .

Tan Zeya took out the special ointment provided by sister Zihang from under the pillow, squeezed some ointment on it, then squeezed a lot in her hands, and then sent it to her back under Tan Zexuan's gaze , frowning, stirring her fingers, and supporting her somewhat weak body with one hand, Tan Zeya felt a little hard, but there was also an inexplicable flame burning in her body.

After the lengthy pre-play.

Looking at Tan Zeya who was moving left and right, Tan Zexuan was speechless and looked at the sky. In the end, he pulled Tan Zeya's arm helplessly, turned over and pressed him under him, "I wanted to enjoy it, but Xiaoya didn't learn kung fu." ah."

"Where is it?" At this moment, the shy Tan Zeya finally realized that she punched Tan Zexuan's chest weakly with her small hand, turned her head shyly, but did not show any weakness, "It's all my brother's fault."

"Okay, okay, it's all my brother's fault," he said in a good-tempered way to appease the younger brother who was frowning under him, "Is Xiaoya ready?"

"This kind of thing, don't, don't ask me, brother, hurry up."

Just holding Tan Zeya's slender and sensitive waist, a tingling pain spread from Tan Zexuan's heart.

"Hmm." Tan Zexuan fell on Tan Zeya's body all of a sudden, and pressed his hands tightly on his chest. The sudden pain made his nails dig deep into the flesh.

Tan Zexuan's sudden action made Tan Zeya wake up a little bit from the desire and fire, and held his head nervously to make him lie down. Tan Zeya sat on the side in a panic, wanted to touch but dared not, afraid of her reckless actions Hurt my brother, "brother, brother, what's the matter with you, what's the matter?"

She wanted to tell Tan Zeya that she was fine, but the tingling pain in her chest spread to her whole body little by little, her trembling lips opened and closed, but she couldn't make a sound, she could only curl up into a ball, tightly clutching her chest.

Tan Zexuan's already pale lips were bitten by himself and turned even paler. Bloodshots spread from the nearly dry lips. The red and white intertwined made him look a little sluggish, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his eyes always covered all emotions. Helplessness is so obvious.

He felt like he was going to die, he felt that he was being pierced by tens of thousands of sharp needles, and his head was so painful that he didn't know how to react. But never disappeared.

He didn't call out the cup he wanted to call out, and he didn't wait for a systematic explanation, but a voice came from the bottom of his heart that was tingling with intense pain.

[I will not let you hurt Xiaoya. ]

Obviously it was just a voice, but it made him feel very familiar. Then, it was Tan Zexuan's voice, yes, it was the voice of this body itself, and it was the voice he had been hearing from himself during this time.

[Tan Zexuan? ]

Shouldn't it be sleeping?how come?

[I don't care what you are or why you want to occupy my body, but you shouldn't hurt Xiaoya. ]

Tan Zexuan said word by word, and with his voice, the pain became more and more intense. If the pain just now was just like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, then at this moment, it seems that the soul is being divided continuously, piece by piece, piece by piece Continue to divide, that is, more painful torment than continuous death.

His eyes began to blur, his ears began to blur, and Tan Zeya's terrified expression and voice began to disappear. He wanted to tell Tan Zexuan himself that such an ending would hurt Xiaoya even more. If he didn't want to be hurt, he should be kicked out from the beginning. He is He won't resist, now Xiaoya must be terrified, but he is completely powerless.

【. .Sheng. .Sheng. .Small. .Heart. .out. .question. . 】

At the last moment of passing out of coma, he seemed to hear Beibei's intermittent but worried voice. Although he couldn't hear anything clearly, he thought, just worrying about him because of Beibei, maybe he should be gentle with Beibei next time, At least, smash it less often.