dogfight

For love's sake, it's yours now.Remember to hide it away. "

"Hmm." The young man replied, staring at the golden weapon in his hand.

"By the way." Before Ken took his clothes and happily prepared to take a shower, he suddenly remembered something, "If I remember correctly, tomorrow is my birthday."

"Really?" Sitting on the bed, the man who just turned on the computer didn't expect to bump into such a moment, and was a little surprised.Then he suddenly asked Ken with a little interest: "How old are you?"

"27."

If Ken didn't say it, it wouldn't be obvious that he was not as green as his appearance. Alex squinted his eyes, looked at him for a few seconds without knowing what to think, and gradually a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Understood, you go take a shower first." He said.

Ken didn't know why he told Alex this, but he just said it.

He came out of the shower slowly, and Alex wasn't in the room.The computer was on the bed, and it turned on unexpectedly.

In a few short seconds, Ken had a strong thought struggle in his brain.He knew that Alex's computer was connected to the Internet, and it took less than half a minute to send a message out by himself, but it took time to remove traces of use.

And he didn't know what Alex was doing, the man could come back anytime.It's not worth the risk just yet.

In the end he decided to stay put for the time being.And the second he decided to give up this opportunity, the door was pushed open.

Alex was holding a plate in his hand, on which was a very Chinese blue and white porcelain bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

While Ken let out a sigh of relief that he didn't act rashly, he stared at the man and the things in his hand with some doubts.

"what is this?"

Alex came over and put the plate on the wooden table.

"Longevity noodles. In China, when someone celebrates his birthday, his family will cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him. People hope that the birthday star will live a long life after eating noodles, and of course there are other good wishes. But I can't find anything If you have the right ingredients, just eat it."

As he spoke, he lifted the lid off the bowl.

It was just a bowl of noodle soup with some green vegetables and shredded chicken.

Thick steam rose from the bowl, and the thick, unattractive noodles lay quietly in the soup, and the face of the young man sitting at the table turned red from the steam.

He rarely celebrates birthdays.Since he can remember, the happiest birthday was nearly ten years ago.

But even though he still did not forget the scene of that day that year, he seldom recalled it.Until now, Ken can no longer feel the feeling of happiness that made him think he had the whole world.

He just remembered that when that person prepared that surprise birthday party for him, many people specially made a special trip to celebrate the long drunkenness for him, and he thought his life would be complete just like that.

It's just that some desires of people will always expand without limit.

Until one day Ken could no longer control the desire to imprison that person in his arms forever, and recklessly committed the biggest rebellion in his life, without any regrets——

Later, he naturally didn't want to expect the other party to remember his birthday.

"What are you doing in a daze." The man stuffed the chopsticks into the stupid man's hand. "Could it be that you are thinking about how to be moved and runny?"

Under Alex's ridicule, Ken slowly pulled back his thoughts, he looked at the noodles as thick as fingers in the bowl and smiled: "Alex, you made this?"

Such an ugly noodle, you can tell with your toes that it is not the chef's masterpiece.

The man folded his hands and sat beside him, "What else? Why did you call the chef out so late? Fortunately, I found the leftover pancake dough."

As a result, the dimples on the young man's face sank deeper, and his eyes became brighter under the light, "To be honest, I'm going to be moved by you. And Alex, I really didn't expect you to be able to cook."

Such a bowl of noodles with no characteristics and no appetite is really not like Alex's handwriting.

His style should be the same as the man in Ken's memory, with high-profile and luxurious ostentation and well-known extravagance.

A stingy bowl of noodles is really nothing.

But Ken knew that this bowl of noodles cooked by himself was far more rare for people like Alex than a flashy feast.

The man lit a cigarette and said to him, "There are so many things you can't think of, eat it quickly."

Ken grabbed the chopsticks, holding it awkwardly in his hand, he tried for a while but couldn't use it smoothly.

And the man was sitting on the sidelines smoking a cigarette, watching Ken wrestle with the chopsticks for a long time with great interest, before he asked with a smirk, "Do you want me to teach you?"

The young man frowned: "Don't do it yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his hand was covered with the dry warmth of a domineering man.

(11 fresh coins) Fighting 22 (6/9 preparation)

"Put your thumb like this." Ken, who doesn't know how to use chopsticks but refuses to give up and struggles hard, looks a bit childish. The man is very interested in teasing him, and at the same time he is happy to "teach" him.

"Don't put the index finger up. Curl the other fingers and put them here..." Alex breathed on Ken's cheek as he spoke, and his body leaned behind him, looking like he was half hugging the person in front of him .

He seemed to be teaching him seriously, intertwined his fingers, and carefully told Ken every detail of using chopsticks correctly.

They were pressed together through several layers of clothing, and their body temperature gradually merged in the cool night.

The man's fingertips kept moving and stroking Ken's fingers, and the young man felt half of his body starting to feel hot.

Soon he became short of breath, and his attention was no longer on how to control the chopsticks.

"There is only one piece of Changshou noodles. Try not to break it when you eat it--you're distracting me?"

"Alex," Ken lowered his eyes, moved his gaze away from the chopsticks, and stared at the man's bony fingers: "I know how to do it, let me try."

If a man doesn't stay away from him, he won't want to eat noodles and will directly eat people instead.This bastard actually dared to pretend to be serious and questioned him, since he had already made such an obvious gesture, could it be possible that he thought he was a vegetarian lamb?

"Really?" Alex stopped his hands, showed a smug smile, and gave Ken a "pop" on the cheek: "Then you try to show me."

He took his hand away from the back of Ken's when he was done, but didn't move away from him.He threw away the cigarette, hooked the stool to Ken's back side with his feet, so that his two thieves could wrap around the young man's long, powerful waist.

"Hey, be honest with me."

Now Ken was wrapped in the arms of the tall man.Before the noodles were delivered to his mouth, his thigh was suddenly pinched. He was not used to being teased like this and remained indifferent.

Alex's lips and nose rubbed against the back of Ken's neck provocatively. The young man who just took a shower was more exciting than the bowl of noodles.

"Eat your noodles, it's rare for me to cook again, don't waste it. And remember not to break the noodles."

It was precisely because the other party seldom cooks that Ken decided to eat that bowl of noodles, or the noodles that didn't look delicious at all.

But is the bastard Alex's ready-to-movement posture and wanton harassment testing the bottom of his patience?

"Bastard, how can I eat you like this?" He took a deep breath, grabbed a paw that the man was caressing between his legs, and tried to pull it away.The few wisps of emotion that originally swam in his heart turned into floating clouds in Alex's shameless actions and words.

"Tsk, the elites of SEAL will not be so determined." Alex let him hold his hand, and blew hot air on the back of his neck: "Shouldn't you be like Mount Tai collapsed in front of you at this time without changing your face? "

He is not in SEAL or the police station now, why should he have the strength to endure?

Yeah, why should he put up with Alex, the big asshole.

Thinking of this, Ken suddenly lowered his head, quickly grabbed the chopsticks and twisted the noodles.

Although the movements were clumsy, Alex's teachings were still somewhat useful. He put the noodles into his mouth unskillfully, and quickly sucked it into his mouth with a "puff and puff", stretching his face like a flower Chinchilla-like.

Then he dropped his chopsticks, chewed hard and swallowed the longest and ugliest noodle he had ever eaten.

The whole process takes less than 3 minutes.

"Hey, as expected of a SEAL elite, even eating noodles is so efficient."

"So now, the noodles are over." Ken pushed Alex away and stood up, condescendingly glaring at the man who was still smirking: "Should I have some dessert?"

"No, no," the man shook his finger: "You've finished eating, it's my turn to eat."

As he spoke, he jumped up from the stool suddenly, and threw him onto the bed as quickly as lightning.

"Alex, you really don't know the lesson." The young man was suppressed in the mattress, with two legs hanging out of the bed.He struggled a little, but was held motionless by the opponent, so he frowned and looked at Alex two by two.

Alex restrained Ken's hands, with his knees pressed between the opponent's legs. He was careless, underestimated the enemy, and his skills were slightly inferior to Ken's.But it doesn't mean he can't win him every time.isn't it?

"How do you want to be eaten? Huh?" The person below him is young and handsome, full of vitality, always arousing people's daydream.But eventually it would fall into his hands, like, at this moment.

"Oh, by the way, I remember I once heard about the 'Eighteen Styles of Longyang' from a handsome Chinese guy.