Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin froze for a second, feeling a buzzing in his ears.

He let out an ignorant ah, and it took him a long time to realize, "Do you like me? Which one do you like?"

Ling Junhan smiled sullenly, and pecked and kissed his earlobe, "The kind of love that wants to date you, the kind that wants to be your boyfriend, the kind that wants to hug you and kiss you, understand?"

If you don't understand, this is really a fool.

"Don't...kiss my ear, it's very itchy." Duan Wuxin hid to the side, her earlobe was sucked again.

He felt steaming all over his body, red from his earlobes to his neck, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

It turns out that from the beginning to now, Ling Junhan has been so kind to him because he likes him and wants to be his boyfriend.

The curator's instructions and everyone's booing seem to have found the root cause at once.

However, he is a white tiger.

With so many options to choose from, why did Ling Junhan fall in love with him?

"What do you like about me? We are not the same species." Duan Wuxin wrung his collar with his fingers, struggled slightly, and raised his voice, "Don't kiss my ears!"

Ling Junhan finally let go of his poor earlobe, pressed his forehead against him, and refused to let go.

"Like needs a reason, this is an emotional impulse. It has nothing to do with your gender, and it has nothing to do with your species. What I like is Duan Wuxin. Whether you are a little white tiger or the current human form, I like it. .”

Being hit by such direct words, Duan Wuxin didn't dare to raise her eyes, her eyelashes drooped low, looking very cute.

He chooses his words carefully, making sure they don't hurt too much, "But, I'm not sure I like you."

"Are you rejecting my confession?" Ling Junhan rubbed against him, his tone lost.

Duan Wuxin exhaled, and his heart was in a mess.

He struggled to organize his language, "I don't hate you, and I feel very happy to be with you, but I really don't know how to understand this kind of feeling. You...do you want to change to another one, who can understand human feelings people like it?"

He thought, Ling Junhan is so good, there should be many people who are willing to be his other half.

"No," Ling Junhan laughed angrily, "Is this something you can change if you say so?"

Duan Wuxin pursed her lips, speechless.

"Think about it, let me try to be your boyfriend?" Ling Junhan lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on those amber eyes.

Having said this, he refused to let this topic change.

Duan Wuxin shook his head lightly, stepped back, and leaned against the glazed platform with his back.

"I think, if I agree and we are not suitable, won't you be more sad then?"

Ling Junhan was helpless, "If you don't try it, how will you know it's not suitable."

"... Right now, I might not be very good at it yet." Duan Wuxin twitched the corners of her mouth, at a loss.

Ling Junhan didn't want to push him too hastily, but he just blurted out his confession when the words were delivered tonight.

The kid is still young, but he has enough patience.

"Xinxin," Ling Junhan pronounced his name emphatically, with gentle tenderness, "Then give me a chance to chase after you, okay?"

Put your feelings on the bright side, and everything you do in the future can become logical.

Duan Wuxin didn't understand, so he chased him until he understood.

"Are you okay?" Ling Junhan lowered his head and asked patiently.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes, looked at the person who was close at hand, and stared at him directly.

His heart is very soft, today is bad enough, he can't bear to see Ling Junhan disappointed.

"Okay." Duan Wuxin replied lightly, and asked again: "What do you mean by chasing?"

"You agreed, but you still don't understand what it means?"

Ling Junhan was almost dizzy by his ignorance, and pretended, "Forget it, I won't tell you."

"You man, why are you like this, half of what you say..." Duan Wuxin complained softly, "It's so annoying."

The two stood opposite each other in the kitchen, silent for a while.

Ling Junhan let go of the person in his arms, and raised his hand to turn off the fire.

Duan Wuxin didn't feel embarrassed, she turned her head and asked, "Is the dish ready?"

"Treat the wound first."

Ling Junhan took the man's wrist and went upstairs, found a band-aid, tore it off and wrapped it carefully.

He warned: "Don't touch the water, and don't go into the kitchen, I'll get the food."

"Hey, I'm so stupid, I can't even cut meat well." Duan Wuxin stared at the little finger, feeling annoyed.

Ling Junhan squeezed his palm and said with a smile: "It's quite stupid, you have to speak directly to understand everything."

Duan Wuxin punched him and threatened viciously, "Why do you still mention this? I'm so stupid, so don't like me."

Ling Junhan glanced at him with a playful look.

He has grown up and knows how to use this matter to manipulate him.

"The child bride-in-law I found, no matter how stupid I am, I have to keep it, what can I do?" Ling Junhan sighed helplessly, and walked downstairs slowly, "I was raped by the Internet all night, and now I have to cook for the child bride-in-law, life is good awful."

Duan Wuxin's face was flushed, and his palms were clenched into fists.

This man is so annoying, I know how to make fun of him.

He followed, took out the communicator from his pocket while others were cooking, and said, "I'm going to continue scolding."

"Are you still addicted?" Ling Junhan put the meat into the pot quickly, paying attention to his movements, "After this battle, your level of cursing will probably rise sharply."

Duan Wuxin leaned against the glazed platform, shook his head and said triumphantly: "That's right, these people's mouths are too dirty."

He was pointing his fingers at the screen, and a video call flashed in the center.

With a shake of his hand, he directly pressed the connect button.

"My sweetheart, why is it you?" Ji Mei stared at the silver-haired boy on the screen, her sorrow disappeared in an instant, and she burst into joy.

Duan Wuxin turned the screen to the other side, pointed at the virtuous Ling Junhan, "He, he is cooking, let me pick it up for you."

"My mother?" Hearing the voice, Ling Junhan turned back with a shovel.

Looking at one of the initiators of the hot search, his expression was not very good.

Seeing this homely appearance, Ji Mei exclaimed, the sour smell of her words couldn't be hidden, "This damn child has never cooked for my old mother, if he has a wife, he forgets his mother."

"No, Xiaobai hasn't repaired it yet, I hurt my hand." Duan Wuxin raised his little finger wrapped in a Band-Aid, shook it, and said in relief: "Don't worry too much."

"No need to explain, she is very happy." Ling Junhan glanced back, his tone was not pleasant, "What are you doing in the video? Come and scold me?"

Ji Mei laughed awkwardly, and explained with a guilty conscience: "I'm afraid you won't be happy after watching the trending search, so come to comfort me? Are you okay?"

Ling Jun snorted coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you think?"

"This time it must be Li Yingyi's fault. Does this person have a grudge against you? He took you away for two or three years when he was a child, and now he is here to trouble you..."

Ji Mei was talking cracklingly, but was interrupted by Ling Junhan's voice, "Mom, stop talking."

At the other end of the video, there was an instant silence.

Duan Wuxin grasped the point, raised her head and asked, "What happened when you were young?"

"It's nothing." Ling Junhan lowered his eyes and didn't want to mention it.

Ji Mei consciously talked too much, and abruptly changed the subject, "Anyway, I have asked someone to remove the hot search and block all the bad words. In short, don't be unhappy. I believe in my son, absolutely not That's what it says on the internet."

"Okay, I don't need you to cheer me up, I'm not that fragile. Just hang up if you have nothing to do, we're going to eat." Ling Junhan didn't bother to talk to her, feeling very annoyed.

"All right, all of you eat." Ji Mei smiled brightly at Duan Wuxin, and said softly, "Xinxin eat more, she's too thin."

Duan Wuxin hummed, smiled and waved, "Goodbye, Auntie."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Ling Junhan, and continued the topic just now, "Why did you live in the wilderness for two years when you were young?"

Ling Junhan coughed lightly, feeling that this matter cannot be hidden.

And he promised Duan Wuxin that he would not lie to him again in the future.

"I was also arrested for experiments at that time."

After a brief explanation, Ling Junhan put the food on the plate and touched the person with his elbow, "Don't stand around stupidly, eat with chopsticks."

Duan Wuxin is still digesting the understatement just now.

So, like him, Ling Junhan is also a test product of the Beast Soul Project.

"Then you...you were only six or seven years old at that time? So young, how could..." Duan Wuxin muttered to himself, "They are too inhuman."

Ling Junhan opened the stool and sat down, and said lightly: "It's not good to show military talent when you are too young. I was arrested for experiments at the age of six or seven, and I was imprisoned for almost a year before I escaped."

In a few words, he brought back that dark experience of captivity.

"Later, my parents saved you?"

"Well, I'm lucky to have met them, otherwise I might be as tall as a foot of grass by now."

Duan Wuxin was silent, feeling a pair of chopsticks holding the meat in his hands, and consciously opened his mouth to catch it.

After chewing and swallowing, he sighed and said: "Thinking about it this way, you were so pitiful when you were a child, just as miserable as me."

"It's all over." Ling Junhan turned his head to look at him, taking pleasure in the bitterness, "So the two of us can be regarded as suffering together?"

"Would you like to have a drink to celebrate?" Duan Wuxin slapped his head and proposed.

Ling Junhan didn't understand this logic, and asked with a smile: "What are you celebrating? I don't have anything to celebrate today."

"If you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings." Duan Wuxin said loudly, "Today's things are all trivial, what is more important than being alive?"

"You are quite open-minded." Ling Junhan stood up, picked a bottle of low-alcohol red wine from the wine rack next to him, and opened it with a corkscrew.

He took out two red wine glasses and put them on the table again, pouring the wine slowly.

Seeing Duan Wuxin's staring eyes, he reminded again: "Let me tell you first, you can only have a small drink, you drunk lunatic, I can't afford to provoke you."

Duan Wuxin made two perfunctory noises and nodded repeatedly.

Ling Junhan poured a part of it into the goblet and handed it to him, and whispered: "Don't get bored in one gulp."

"You are so long-winded." Duan Wuxin squeezed the neck of the cup and poured it into his mouth, the action was very heroic.

He licked his lower lip, tasted it with insight and said: "This wine is not bad, let's have another glass."

Ling Junhan: "..."

It was just nonsense.

He wiped his face, it shouldn't have been done.

With Duan Wuxin's petty temper, no one can stop him from being stubborn.

"Drink some." He took a sip of red wine and reminded.

Duan Wuxin laughed twice, and tasted a little sweet aftertaste from the bitterness in his mouth.

At the beginning, I still poured it into the cup, but then I started to play tricks, holding the bottle and refusing to put it down.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, drank, and complained illogically, "It hurts to do the experiment, and those needles just poked in his hand, twisted and crooked, and it's not professional at all."

"Well, I think so too." Ling Junhan raised his head and gulped it down, feeling astringent in his heart.

"We must..." Duan Wuxin hiccupped and babbled, "We must wipe out all those involved in this plan and avenge those innocent test subjects."

After finishing speaking, he tugged on Ling Junhan's sleeves indiscriminately, looked at him with firm eyes, "OK?"

"Okay." Ling Junhan snatched the bottle back and said speechlessly, "I'll let you drink next time, I'm an idiot."

"Oh oh oh, I understand the word idiot, why are you scolding yourself."

Duan Wuxin patted him on the shoulder with his tongue out, without restraint at all, "It's okay, you're not an idiot, it's the netizens who are idiots."

"You drank too much." Ling Junhan straightened the wobbly man, gritted his teeth and scolded, "Why is the capacity for alcohol so bad, you can get drunk with just this degree."

Duan Wuxin pulled the stool away, swayed, and sat firmly on Ling Junhan's lap.

He breathed on his neck and said vaguely: "I'm not drunk, come on, let's talk, how to catch them all."

"Stop talking." Ling Junhan didn't dare to move, hugged him loosely, and coaxed, "Stop drinking, go to sleep."

Duan Wuxin poked around in his arms, very restless, "No, we haven't finished our plan yet."

"Stop talking, let's talk tomorrow, okay?" Ling Junhan was so angry, but the person who was pregnant didn't respond at all, and wanted to talk about the beast soul plan with him in all seriousness.

Simply speechless.

Ling Junhan pressed his slender waist and threatened him in a deep voice, "Duan Wuxin, if you move around again, I'll mess with you."

"How do you want to do it?" Duan Wuxin blinked and stared at him expectantly.

Ling Junhan's eyes fell on the watery lips, moistened by the wine, as red as if stained with rouge.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered, "Kiss you forcefully."

Duan Wuxin raised his hand to cover his mouth, his consciousness was still a bit clear, "That's not okay, we haven't fallen in love yet, so we can't."

Ling Junhan closed his eyes and said with difficulty, "Then you sat in the arms of a man at night, without restraint, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"No." Duan Wuxin said quite confidently, raised his head and rubbed his lips against his cheek, "What are the consequences?"

Ling Junhan pulled the man up from his lap, hugged him by the waist, and strode upstairs.

As for the consequences, he wanted to show Duan Wuxin the consequences.

"What are you doing!" Duan Wuxin exclaimed, struggling hard.

Ling Junhan pursed his lips, and without speaking, he kicked open the door of the master bedroom, and threw him directly in the middle of the quilt.

He bent down, hugged the person with his tall figure, and put his hands on his sides.

Duan Wuxin looked at him ignorantly, and asked again, "What are you doing?"

"Teach you, let's see if you dare to drink so much next time." Ling Junhan squeezed his voice through his teeth.

The entire face was shrouded in shadows, only the vague outlines could be seen clearly, and the facial features seemed even sharper.

Duan Wuxin's eyes were foggy, and he said aggrievedly: "You are so fierce."

He stretched out his foot and kicked his strong calf, and said louder, "Why are you so fierce! You also said you like me, is that what you like?"

"Fuck." Ling Junhan turned his head and cursed.

He turned over and lay down on his back, took a few breaths, feeling a pain in his head.

Duan Wuxin seduced people without knowing it, and in the end he was the only one suffering.

After a long time, he pulled off the quilt and covered him tightly, and said in a low voice, "Sleep with you."

"What about you?" Duan Wuxin poked her head out of the quilt and asked vaguely.

"Take a cold shower." Ling Junhan tore off the button of his shirt with a dark face, threw it on the ground, and strode into the bathroom.

Duan Wuxin slapped his aching head. Thinking about it, he said loudly, "I'll have a fever."

"Forget it by burning to death." Ling Junhan turned on the shower and lowered the temperature to the lowest.

The water drops fell on the body, the cold water made people wake up, and the consciousness gradually recovered, but the restlessness was still there.

He rushed for half an hour, the bright face frequently flashed through his mind, and his heart was in a mess.

There is really no way to do it, and I can only relieve myself simply by giving up on myself and sticking cold tiles.

After returning to calmness, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and went out. Duan Wuxin was already lying in the middle, breathing lightly.

"Without conscience, I'm falling asleep now." Ling Junhan sat on the head of the bed, smoothing his messy hair with his fingertips.

Duan Wuxin, who was asleep, looked very quiet, her eyelashes were distinct, like a sleeping little prince.

I don't know what I thought of, my lips curled up slightly.

It looked like a sweet dream.

Ling Junhan stared at the person for a while, then slowly bent down and stopped above his lips.

After hesitating for a moment, he moved up an inch restrainedly, and kissed the tip of the small nose.

When Duan Wuxin woke up, Ling Junhan's naked upper body was imprinted in his eyes, and the bath towel on the lower body was so loose that he couldn't fall off.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, lifted the quilt with trembling hands, and let out a long sigh of relief, his heart sank.

The clothes are still there.

He patted his chest, fortunately this person is not a beast.

Drinking is a mistake, this is the truth.

What happened last night is like a broken piece, and I can't recall it at all.

He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and tapped his head like a ball of paste.

Ling Junhan was awakened by the movement next to him, frowned and opened his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you awake?"

"Well, last night... I didn't do anything stupid, right?" Duan Wuxin hesitated, feeling very guilty.

Ling Jun snorted coldly, "What do you think?"

"What did I do?" Duan Wuxin leaned over to look at him, shaking his arms, "Why aren't you wearing pajamas?"

"Thanks to you, I took another cold shower for over an hour." Ling Junhan lazily opened his eyelids and recalled: "You yesterday, tsk..."

This hesitation aroused Duan Wuxin's curiosity.

He half-propped his elbow, poked the person with his fingertips, and asked anxiously, "What did I do? Tell me carefully."

"Sitting on my lap, hugging and refusing to let go. He kept saying that he likes me." Ling Junhan opened his mouth and came, making up nonsense.

Duan Wuxin denied it flatly, "Impossible, you made it up, you said you are not allowed to lie to me."

"Okay, there's no last sentence," Ling Junhan smiled slightly, "but the previous description is true, and I didn't say anything."

He elongated his voice and recalled: "Twisting and rubbing, quite enthusiastic."

The next four words are very heavy.

Duan Wuxin's cheeks were reddish, and he stammered, "I drank too much, so what does this have to do with a cold shower?"

Ling Junhan wiped his face, and replied simply and directly: "It makes people want to be in heat, but it can't do anything, it can only be solved by taking a cold shower, understand?"

"You beast, what nonsense you are talking about in the morning!" Duan Wuxin understood instantly, grabbed the pillow and threw it in his face, extremely ashamed.

How did this person confess? After that, it became more and more straightforward.

After being disturbed like this, his consciousness is already clear.Throwing the pillow aside, Ling Junhan quickly turned over and got up.

He bent down and flicked his face with his fingertips, "I'm not joking, do you have a headache?"

"It's kind of like a hangover. It's so uncomfortable." Duan Wuxin half-kneeled on the bed, wrinkled her little face, very distressed.

"Get up, I'll help you get some honey water." Ling Junhan wrapped the loose towel tightly, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed clothes and went downstairs early.

In the lobby, Ling Jiamu was teasing the dog. Seeing someone appear, he tsk-tsk, "Did you two drink yesterday? The room is full of alcohol, and you can't get it out."

Ling Junhan hummed, and didn't want to talk more, so he went straight into the kitchen to boil hot water.

Ling Jiamu followed, walked around with the dog in his arms, and reminded, "Xinxin is not yet an adult, you old bastard won't take advantage of his drunkenness to make him..."

"It's not as bottomless as you think." Ling Junhan took out honey and poured it into a cup, and replied indifferently.

Besides, no one promised to fall in love, how dare he cross the line.

"That's good, I'm worried about my dead father." Ling Jiamu patted his chest, and heaved a sigh of relief, "I've been downstairs for a long time, and I don't have the heart to call you."

Ling Junhan snorted, and ruthlessly pushed him out of the kitchen, "It's crowded, go sit on the sofa."

Ling Jiamu cursed, turned around and went out, throwing himself on the sofa.

Seeing Duan Wuxin going downstairs with a pale face, he asked concerned: "Xinxin, are you okay?"

"Headache, I drank too much yesterday." Duan Wuxin muttered in a low voice, "The chest is also tight."

Ling Jiamu's expression was shocked, and he babbled, "Did you drink away your worries yesterday? Did my brother get hit so hard by the internet thing?"

"Hey, it's not..." Duan Wuxin pursed her lips, not knowing where to start to explain.

It seemed that Ling Junhan was confessing to him at first, but after he politely refused, he suddenly drank it for some reason.

Could it be that Ling Junhan was too sad to be hurt by love?

He was in a daze, his hand stuffed into a glass.

Ling Junhan let go of his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "Sweet, it can relieve the hangover."

"I want it too!" Ling Jiamu covered his head beside him, put on a show, and twisted into a maggot on the sofa, "My head hurts too."

Ling Junhan gave him a kick, and his tone was quite ruthless, "Don't you have long hands? Get it yourself."

"Fuck, you can't be too unfeeling." Ling Jiamu spat, "I've never drank the honey water you made before."

Ling Junhan didn't even give him a look, and ignored him indifferently.

Ling Jiamu stood up indignantly, walked into the kitchen with heavy steps, and squeezed honey into the cup viciously.

Cursing and cursing: "I have my own hands, and I have enough food and clothing!"

Duan Wuxin held the cup and warmed it up a little bit.

Wei Wei looked up at Ling Junhan, a little puzzled, "Why don't you pour him a glass by the way?"

Ling Junhan bent down and stared at him, teasingly said: "I can't help it, I have such a double standard with my boyfriend, I like special treatment."

"Who is your boyfriend? I didn't agree." Duan Wuxin felt his palms were hot from the cup, and even his cheeks became hot.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip, the temperature was just right.

Also, quite sweet.