Grandma, I want to talk to you about life

Under Yu Fengjing's continuous feeding, Wang Xiaoming, who was a little dizzy from drinking, was full soon. He grasped the chopsticks blankly and stared at the full dishes in the bowl, as if he wanted to eat, but he couldn't eat any more. look.

"Are you full?" Yu Fengjing smiled lightly, and asked Wang Xiaoming, while continuing to peel the shrimp with his slender, white fingers.

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaoming was so dizzy from drinking that his face was a little red, so he could only nod subconsciously.

"Then don't eat it." Yu Fengjing said so, but dipped the shrimp in soy sauce in his hand, and stuffed it into Wang Xiaoming's mouth.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth subconsciously, and ate the shrimp stuffed in by Yu Fengjing with a sound of "Ah~", and then chewed and swallowed the shrimp. of soy sauce.

If it was Wang Xiaoming who was usually sober, it would be absolutely impossible to do such a thing, but now Wang Xiaoming's brain has been completely smothered by alcohol.

Yu Fengjing paused, and poked Wang Xiaoming's cheek with the licked fingertip.

Then the golden-haired young man on the opposite side opened his mouth wide, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the table with a bang.

While reaching out to rub Wang Xiaoming's stomach, Yu Fengjing looked at the golden-haired young man opposite him and smiled meaningfully.

The golden retriever immediately lowered his head and grabbed the chopsticks to continue eating. He choked on the food because he ate too hard.

The meal was finished quietly, and at the end of it, Yu Fengjing smiled and introduced Wang Xiaoming's identity to others: "This is my lover... and the one I want to spend my whole life with, family."

The expressions of the others were stunned. Although it was one thing to see it with their own eyes, it was another thing to hear Yu Fengjing admit it with their own ears.

"You don't look down on us, do you?" Yu Fengjing smiled.

"Why, we are friends!" The golden-haired young man laughed, and the others also stood up, patting Yu Fengjing on the shoulder and complaining—"Why didn't you tell us earlier!" It’s good that the characters in the group are so popular, the girls are all ours, hahaha!” “I didn’t expect you to do such fashionable things as the basics!” “Don’t worry, you guys should do it well. Leave it to us, girls!"

... Yu Fengjing paused for a moment, then smiled, sure enough, Wang Xiaoming's previous worries were unnecessary.

Looking at the mocking but sincere eyes of his friends, Yu Fengjing chuckled.

"You were so busy day and night before." The only girl among the crowd, who seemed to have a crush on Yu Fengjing, finally raised her head to look at Yu Fengjing for the first time tonight, "...Is it because of him?"

Yu Fengjing looked back at Wang Xiaoming and nodded.

Sensing the tenderness in Yu Fengjing's eyes that belonged to only one person, the girl finally looked down and lowered her head.

Leaving the hotel gate, being blown by the cold night wind, Wang Xiaoming's dizzy brain finally regained some clarity.

"...you...have you told them?" Wang Xiaoming asked blankly.

Yu Fengjing stretched out his hand to touch Wang Xiaoming's reddish face, and chuckled lightly: "Yes."

"How...how did they react?" Wang Xiaoming asked blankly.

"Don't worry, they are all very good people." Yu Fengjing smiled lowly.

Wang Xiaoming nodded blankly, and then asked blankly: "Then... where are we going now?"

"Go home." Yu Fengjing said with a light smile.

After returning home, Wang Xiaoming fell headfirst on the sofa, humming and not wanting to get up.

Yu Fengjing stretched out his hand and patted Wang Xiaoming's butt lightly, and said, "Hey, go take a bath."

"No." Wang Xiaoming moaned and rubbed on the sofa, not wanting to get up at all.

"Hurry up," Yu Fengjing pinched his cheek, "You are not allowed to go to bed unless you take a shower."

"Don't go, don't go," Wang Xiaoming continued to rub on the sofa. He accidentally touched something. He picked it up and found that it was the pink apron that was given as a gift when he bought the quilt today. There was a burst of malice Feeling worried, Wang Xiaoming pointed to the pink apron and said to Yu Fengjing, "...unless you wear it for me to see."

Yu Fengjing looked at Wang Xiaoming's blushing face from drunk, and said with a low smile, "Go take a bath, and I'll show you the clothes."

Wang Xiaoming responded with a grunt, and was picked up by Yu Fengjing unwillingly, and dragged into the bathroom.

Although no one lived there before, the decoration of the bathroom is fairly complete. The water heater, sink, and bathtub are all complete. There is also a family-sized lemon-flavored shower gel and shampoo on the sink, and there are inlays on the wall. A half-length mirror.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on the sink, looking at himself in the half-length mirror with blushing face, and was hugged from the back by Yu Fengjing who was standing behind him, Yu Fengjing's chin rested on his shoulder, and the scorching breath from his breath sprayed on the side of his face , making his dizzy brain even more dizzy.

"Take off your clothes." Yu Fengjing said with a light smile.

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaoming looked in the mirror in a daze. Yu Fengjing stretched out his hand from behind, passed his armpit, and unbuttoned his clothes one by one with his slender, white fingers, and then unbuttoned the clothes on his body. It slowly faded away, revealing smooth shoulders and white skin... There were still dark red traces left by Yu Fengjing not long ago.

Yu Fengjing lingered on those traces with his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "Look, these traces are still there..."

Wang Xiaoming hummed weakly twice, and Yu Fengjing lowered his head, continued to linger on those marks with his lips, sucking and biting vigorously, gradually deepening those dark red marks, "...I want these marks to be on your body Stay forever."

Wang Xiaoming was panting from being bitten by Yu Fengjing. When he came back to his senses, he had already been stripped clean by Yu Fengjing. Looking at himself in the mirror, which was as smooth as a sausage with its wrapping paper off, he remembered being shy before he came, Yu Fengjing But suddenly he took out the pink apron that he had brought into the bathroom at an unknown time, held down Wang Xiaoming and forced him to put it on.

Seeing himself in the mirror wearing nothing but a pink lace-trimmed butterfly apron, even though Wang Xiaoming was dizzy from drinking, he still couldn't help but his earlobes flushed with shame.

"It looks good in this way." Yu Fengjing said with a light smile.

"...If you are capable, show me how to wear it!" Wang Xiaoming moaned weakly, and then was pushed into his arms by Yu Fengjing and gnawed.

"Well, okay, next time I'll show you what to wear." Yu Fengjing said so.

After making a fuss in the bathroom, Yu Fengjing lifted Wang Xiaoming, who smelled of lemon all over his body, and threw him on the sofa.

"Wait a while, I'll make the bed." Yu Fengjing lowered his head and smelled the lemon scent in Wang Xiaoming's hair, and walked into the room contentedly.

Wang Xiaoming snorted, got up and threw the waterproof pink apron on the sofa, then found a pair of pajamas and put them on. After Yu Fengjing finished making the bed and came out, he saw that he was wearing a Doraemon apron. Meng pajamas, Wang Xiaoming wearing a pair of old man's pants that cost ten yuan and three pairs.

Yu Fengjing's eyes fell on the disliked pink apron at the corner of the sofa, and he sighed inaudibly, "It's a pity, it looks really good."

"You look good!" Wang Xiaoming blushed with shame, and couldn't help but kicked Yu Fengjing's knee.

"The bed is ready, go to sleep," Yu Fengjing raised his eyebrows, "Do you want me to carry you?"

"I'll go by myself!" Wang Xiaoming rubbed on the sofa twice, got up and walked into the room. No matter how comfortable the sofa is, it is definitely not as comfortable as the bed.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Xiaoming was shocked by the bright red on the bed. The bright red mosquito net, bright red pillowcase, bright red bed sheet, bright red quilt... set off the whole room into bright red.

"It's like a newlywed's wedding room..." Wang Xiaoming smiled blankly.

"This is our wedding room," Yu Fengjing smiled lowly, "...do you like it?"

"Then we are going to get married now?" Wang Xiaoming laughed.

"Well, let's go to the bridal chamber now." Yu Fengjing chuckled meaningfully.

"...Wait, how about a cup of wine?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly had a feeling that a small animal is in danger.

"Didn't you already drink it just now?" Yu Fengjing chuckled and pushed Wang Xiaoming down on the big red bed. Soon, Wang Xiaoming, who had just put on his clothes, was stripped clean again. His fair skin and bright red sheets Set off against each other, there is quite a sense of visual collision.

Soon, Wang Xiaoming's old man's underpants, which he bought at a stall for ten yuan and three pairs, were also taken off...

When Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses, he had been stripped clean, and was blown by the cold wind, so he couldn't help but sneezed a little.

Yu Fengjing smiled lightly, wrapped Wang Xiaoming up with a big red quilt, and then he started to take off his clothes, and soon there was another pile of clothes on the floor.

He lowered his head and kissed Wang Xiaoming's flushed cheeks, then he lifted the bright red quilt and got into the bed.

The big red quilt wrapped the two of them tightly, and two small human-shaped bags bulged out.

"... When did you bring it in?!" Seeing what Yu Fengjing brought out, Wang Xiaoming immediately felt bad.

"Just now." Yu Fengjing said calmly.

"Don't play hooligans with such a calm expression, okay?!" Wang Xiaoming watched as Yu Fengjing calmly tore open the lemon yellow package.

"...Mmm." Yu Fengjing smiled lowly.

"Liar!"

"No, this must be very cold..." Wang Xiaoming looked at the bottle in Yu Fengjing's hand, feeling a little timid.

"It will be difficult to get in without lubricant, bear with it." Yu Fengjing said calmly.

"But it's so awkward..." Thinking about stuffing that kind of thing in, Wang Xiaoming was about to feel ill.

"I've rubbed it to warm it up." Yu Fengjing said as he poured out the liquid, rubbing the cold liquid with his warm palms to warm it up.

"It really smells like lemon, does it sound so sweet?" Wang Xiaoming leaned over to smell the smell.

"You can try it." Yu Fengjing smiled lightly.

"I don't want it!" Wang Xiaoming groaned, if he tasted that kind of thing, he would definitely have a stomachache!

Soon, the bright red quilt billowed up.

Accompanied by Wang Xiaoming's moaning and chirping——

"lighter!"

"But I can't help it..."

"……lighter!"

"Ah."

"Cheating again!"

"Hey, bear with it."

"...I'm going to kick you down!"

"Um……"

"it hurts!"

Accompanied by a gasp, Yu Fengjing was really kicked off the bed by Wang Xiaoming, who exploded.

"So ruthless?" Yu Fengjing laughed lowly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Wang Xiaoming's calf, tore Wang Xiaoming and the quilt off, then put the big red quilt on the floor, and put him and Xiaoming together again. Wang Xiaoming wrapped himself up.

So they rolled on the floor again, from one end at the foot of the bed to the other end at the head of the bed, and then from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed...

After being treated like this by Yu Fengjing, Wang Xiaoming was so tired that he slumped on the bed and didn't want to move anymore. After being washed by Yu Fengjing with a wet tissue, he lay down in Yu Fengjing's arms and fell asleep.

I don't know if it was because Yu Fengjing said a certain sentence too many times during the day, but when Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes in his dream, he immediately felt that his whole body was going to be bad.

Although he was vaguely aware that he was dreaming now, when Wang Xiaoming saw Yu Fengjing who was wearing nothing but a pink lace bowknot apron, he was still a little messed up... In the dream, Yu Fengjing was facing He smiled and said: "Master, the bath water has been set for you, and the food is on the table. Do you want to take a bath first, or eat first...or eat me first?"

Looking at Yu Fengjing's slender legs under the pink apron, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help being a little dazed.

"It seems... the master wants to eat me first?" Yu Fengjing smiled lightly, and slowly walked towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yu Fengjing expectantly and excitedly. Just when he thought that Yu Fengjing was about to pounce on him to sacrifice himself, he saw Yu Fengjing slowly take out a red ribbon and a handcuff from behind, and Wang Xiaoming was in a mess again... What kind of god unfolds? !

Then at the next moment, Wang Xiaoming was tied up by Yu Fengjing with a red ribbon, just like the protagonist and Ji Youjun in the fan art. Not only that, but the next moment, Wang Xiaoming's left hand was handcuffed by Yu Fengjing. The other end was handcuffed on Yu Fengjing's wrist.

...This is exactly the same as that fan art!

Then, Wang Xiaoming was pressed on the bed by Yu Fengjing, and he used all the incredible and strange poses in all the fanarts that Wang Xiaoming had seen...

When Wang Xiaoming broke free from the dream, he felt that his whole body was about to become a ruined rag doll...

As soon as he struggled like this, Yu Fengjing, who was holding him tightly in his arms, woke up under the influence of it. Looking at Wang Xiaoming who was struggling restlessly in his arms, Yu Fengjing smiled lazily and said, "...what's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare!" Wang Xiaoming thought of Yu Fengjing who was wearing a pink apron in his dream but forced him to be imprisoned for prison play, and suddenly he felt ill. He stared at the gentle and harmless smile in front of him. Yu Fengjing looked at it for a long time, and suddenly felt that the male god in front of him was better!

"And then?" Yu Fengjing smiled lightly, pinching Wang Xiaoming's cheek and waiting for the next sentence.

"... Then I suddenly realized that you are the best to me." Wang Xiaoming buried his face in Yu Fengjing's arms while talking, and rubbed his cheek against Yu Fengjing's chest.

"If I don't even treat you well, who else can treat you well?" Yu Fengjing smiled and rubbed Wang Xiaoming's messy hair, and suddenly said softly, "But... I had a wonderful dream. "

"...What dream?"

"I think maybe it's better not to say it."

"why?"

"...Are you hungry?"

"I don't feel it if you don't tell me... I feel so hungry when you talk about it QAQ..."

"Come on, let's have breakfast, there is a delicious breakfast shop nearby."

"Okay~!... But why do I feel like I forgot something very important?"

"Probably your illusion."

"Really? I feel like it's an important question?"

"If it's really important, you won't forget it."

"What you said makes sense, then... let's go have breakfast~☆"