King's return

Lin Yanxiu felt that all the strength in his body had been tossed tonight, so he finally had to forcefully move his face away, and Rong Jian's head fell into the pillow in the crest of his neck.

After a while, as if he was almost out of breath, Rong Jian turned his head and exposed half of his nostril for breathing.

Lin Yan kept humming while cultivating Qi, but felt the other party's slightly hot breath on his neck, so close that he could touch it by moving a centimeter, and his neck was going to be sore in an instant.

Rong Jian's palm was very hot, pressing it on Lin Yanxiu's chest through the thin layer of silk pajamas, as if his whole heart was on fire.

He lightly rubbed his fingertips on his lips for a moment, looked at the slanting moonlight outside the window for a while, finally calmed down his turbulent mood, felt tired and fell asleep...

The early morning wind was a bit chilly, Rong Jian shrank subconsciously under the quilt, and the big pillow in his arms continuously conveyed warmth, causing his hands and feet to be bound even tighter.

It's just that the layer of fabric prevented him from touching a warmer place, Rong Jian frowned in a daze, and quickly groped into Lin Yanxiu's pajamas with his palm.

Lin Yanxiu has a slender and strong body, with smooth skin and clear texture, which naturally feels quite good to the touch.

Rong Jian's palm brushed across the opponent's chest unconsciously, skipping the two raised points, and paused slightly.

The four legs of the two of them were entangled together like vines, and Rong Jian inevitably rubbed against each other when he moved. He felt that his whole body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and it seemed that the only way to relieve the heat was to rub against the big pillow.

The temperature in the quilt seemed to be soaring continuously, Lin Yanxiu's sleep gradually became light, but yesterday he was so tired that he was still stuck in an ignorant dream and couldn't wake up.

The restlessness and high temperature made the breathing of the two of them gradually quicken, and they couldn't help rubbing their hands on each other's body, and the most sensitive parts under their bodies also showed signs of becoming high-spirited.

The more and more intense stimulation and desire finally woke them up, Rong Jian looked at Lin Yanxiu who was pressed under him in a daze, with a face that was so red that it was about to bleed.

Feeling that the two sticks below were scorching hot, Rong Jian immediately shivered.

Lin Yanxiu turned his face away and pushed him vigorously, growling in a hoarse voice, "Get up soon!"

Rong Jian froze for a moment, propped himself up in embarrassment, and said helplessly, "That... a reaction that normal men would have, it's no big deal."

Lin Yanxiu glared at him fiercely, and didn't even notice that most of his pajamas were torn off, exposing half of his shoulders and chest.

From the corner of her eyes, Rong Jian saw the other side's point that was accidentally exposed outside and completely stood upright, and couldn't help thinking, it turned out to be pink...

"...What are you looking at!" Lin Yanxiu noticed where his gaze was coming from, and hurriedly pulled up his clothes.

Rong Jian lowered his head to look at something under him that was in high spirits. He was helpless when a hand suddenly reached out and was held directly. He was startled, and the warm palm rubbed against it, making goose bumps all over his body. It's time to get up.

"you…"

"Idiot! Don't you know how to use your hands?!" Lin Yanxiu lowered his eyes and dared not raise his head. Two red trembling ears were exposed between his dark hair.

The movements of his hands gradually increased, and Rong Jian couldn't help closing his eyes and leaning on Lin Yanxiu's shoulders, his cheeks touched the exposed part of his neck, only to realize that his skin was surprisingly hot.

The electric current-like stimulation spread violently upwards from the tailbone, Rong Jian swallowed, and clearly felt that place rapidly swelled and wet in the opponent's hand through the pure cotton underwear.

"Lin Yanxiu..." Rong Jian's already magnetic voice was so deep that it was almost hoarse, with a strong taste of passion and desire, unconsciously touching his ears.

"What about yourself?"

Lin Yanxiu's left ear trembled, and his throat couldn't help being dry: "Don't talk..."

So Rong Jian followed the good advice - replaced it with practical actions.

Rong Jian slowly stretched out his hand into his pajama pants, and through the underwear, he could feel the bulging scorching heat like a soldering iron.

After being touched by him, the front end immediately drenched, Lin Yanxiu was shocked all over, and couldn't restrain a low moan.

The two leaned against each other, and the sound of their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Rong Jian could hardly tell whether it was because his cheeks were too hot, or the other person's body was too hot...

After a while, the panting in the room gradually calmed down.

Looking at the soiled trousers and sheets, both of them were a little dazed.

Rong Jian withdrew his hand, his fingers were wet, put them under his nose and smelled them curiously, frowned and said, "Lin Yanxiu, so you smell like this..."

Boss Lin's face turned from red to green: "Rong Jian, you pervert!" roaring, he pushed him away violently, and quickly ran to the bathroom.

"...So easy to be shy." Looking at his back, Rong Jian pursed her lips, and for a moment, the corners of her mouth seemed to turn up slightly, and she slowly climbed out of the bed and followed into the bathroom.

The water vapor had just begun to diffuse, and the mirror hanging on the wall vaguely printed two tall figures.

Lin Yanxiu, who was taking a shower, glanced at the mirror lightly, and said angrily in a tone like a broken jar: "The shower gel is on the cabinet, get it yourself..."

Rong Jian poured some into the palm of his hand, and rubbed out a lot of colorful bubbles, which floated around the room.

A big bubble floated to the tip of Lin Yanxiu's nose and popped, and he turned his head and glared at the other party: "How old are you?! Why are you still brainless!"

Rong Jian shrugged lazily, and began to tidy himself seriously, rubbing here and there, making Lin Yanxiu speechless for a while.

"Are you taking a shower or a massage?"

Rong Jian finally reacted - and it was very violent.

He immediately pressed Lin Yanxiu against the tiled wall, and pressed his lips against it!

Lin Yanxiu's eyes widened and he was speechless.

But this time he let him go quickly, Rong Jian continued to take a bath calmly, and said lightly: "As expected, once you use this trick, you will be quiet..."

Lin Yan was so angry that her teeth were grinding.

So half a minute later, Rong Jian Sa Ma, who was still surrounded by colorful bubbles, was kicked out of the bathroom.

The kitten, Milk, was scratching the door hard outside, screaming "meow" in hunger.

After a while, it was pleasantly surprised to find that its big hero came floating on the colorful clouds, but unfortunately it didn't guess the ending—he floated away on the colorful clouds...

"Meow >_<!"

Lin Yanxiu over there finally finished grooming, and once again took care of himself in a graceful manner. If his lips were not still rosy after a wet kiss, he would never have imagined that he was still as shy and embarrassed 10 minutes ago.

He took out a new tie and fastened it in front of the mirror, but his eyes in the mirror were always distracted inadvertently, thinking about something else.

When he walked out of the room, he realized that the little white cat that guy Rongjian picked up yesterday was lying on the floor listlessly, looking at him sadly, with a gurgling sound in his stomach, and a pair of fluffy cats on his little head. The ears are also drooping, and even the tail can't move.

The corners of Lin Yanxiu's eyes twitched, and he knelt down to hold the milk and said helplessly: "It's not enough to pick up a big one, and a small one is also included, one or two are not worry-free..."

"Meow~" Milk dragged his tune and acted softly, trying to reach out his little paws to touch his cheeks, but his legs were too short, so he couldn't reach them no matter what, so the plum blossom claws had to flap around .

"I know how cute..." Lin Yanxiu laughed dumbfounded, his expression suddenly became cheerful, and he went downstairs with the kitten in his arms.

After a while, when he was drinking soy milk and pushed open the door of Rong Jian's room, the scene inside almost made him spit out a mouthful of soy milk.

——The two monitors on the table are close together at a 120-degree angle, one is playing the real-time strategy BQ legend, and the other is playing the irrelevant fighting game God of War.

However, that's not the point, the point is - that guy Rong Jian is actually playing these two games at the same time!

The bath towel was still wrapped under this guy, and he was wearing a small black vest, revealing two wheat-colored arms and the back of his neck. His fingers were flying back and forth on the two keyboards, and the clicking sound of the mouse was almost uninterrupted.

He didn't seem to hear Lin Yanxiu's footsteps coming in, his eyes were locked on the screen without leaving for a moment, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly curved up.

The lines of his side face are tougher than usual, and every muscle is in a state of high concentration and tension.

Only the silver-rimmed glasses still shone slightly.

If you look closely, you can even find that Rong Jian's right little finger is trembling slightly unconsciously, this is a habit that only appeared when he was at his peak in competitive competitions.

For a moment, Lin Yanxiu felt in a trance that time and space were disordered, and the person who was concentrating on the game battle in front of him seemed to have returned to a year ago, and seemed to have changed back to the emperor who once dominated the competitive game world!

How long has it been since Rong Jian looked so excited and fanatical?

The sly smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly became deeper and deeper, and his originally eager movements gradually became calm and smooth.

Looking at the opponents who were losing steadily on the two monitors, Lin Yanxiu felt his heart jumping out of his chest nervously. That guy... Could it be that he is back?

Human Emperor Rongjian...is back?

Lin Yanxiu suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, couldn't help but took two steps forward, and said hesitantly: "You..."

Unexpectedly, she was interrupted by Rong Jian after only one syllable.

He was still staring at the screen intently, and still speaking in a confident tone, he said four words to Lin Yanxiu: "Busy, feed me."

The restless heart was instantly frozen by these four words. The corners of Lin Yanxiu's mouth were almost crooked, wishing to let the soy milk in his hand smear his face, and thousands of words stuck in his throat Converging into one voice and roaring out like a broken bamboo——

"Hold!!!"

Rong Jian took the time to glance at him sideways, seeing that the other person's face turned blue and then pale, so he could only silently turn his head and continue to give the two opponents from all over the world a fatal blow.

The game progress on both sides is gradually coming to an end, and Rong Jian doesn't know why he is so excited today, and the touch feels surprisingly smooth, as if he wants to put all the burning fire in his chest on the keyboard and mouse like.

The opponent of the God of War was the first to retreat. After losing 2 times in a row, he decisively displayed the surrender sign and went directly to the game over. Rong Jian didn't even have time to look at the final score statistics, so he devoted himself to the battlefield on the other side .

Lin Yan, on the other hand, stared fixedly at the big A-level overall rating on the screen, and the bright red hand speed below - 380! !

Although there is still a gap with Rong Jian's previous peak state, this level has surpassed the level of ordinary masters and is approaching the real gold medal masters.

Lin Yanxiu's eyes widened in disbelief. Rong Jian is still fighting on the legendary battlefield of BQ. He only uses a keyboard and mouse exclusively, and his hand speed will undoubtedly become faster!

What the hell happened to this guy... Was he leaned over by something unclean? !

Suddenly the entire screen flashed, and a big gameover appeared in the center—ID Rongmeme won two games in a row, with an overall rating of A, and an average hand speed of 403!

Lin Yanxiu's head seemed to flash along with the display screen, and he lost his voice: "Let me make it clear!! Have you recovered your memory?!"

But this time Rong Jian, who managed to win the double win with great difficulty, didn't answer him. His hands were still resting on the keyboard and moving quickly, but he didn't press any keys.

Lin Yanxiu wanted to continue to torture him, but suddenly found that Rong Jian's face became extremely ugly, and he frowned and put down the soy milk cup: "Hey, talk, what are you doing—your hand?!"

His eyes fell on Rong Jian's trembling hands, and Lin Yanxiu's initial anger suddenly stopped: "Idiot! Your hands are cramping!"

"Well..." Rong Jian's usually indifferent face showed a trace of pain, and said with difficulty, "I can't stop..."

Lin Yanxiu frowned, took his hands and gently massaged his thumbs on the palms and tiger's mouth.

After a while, the symptoms finally subsided, Rong Jian let out a breath, and lay down softly on the table, letting the other party hold his hands, as if he was so tired that he didn't even bother to move.

"You're so stupid, don't learn how to double-task like others if you don't have the skills!" Lin Yan was so self-cultivated that he couldn't help but throw away his hand and sneered, "Do you still think you are the old Rong Jian?! I don't care what opportunistic methods you use to achieve this step, but if you mess up your hands, do you think you are still useful?!"

The air in the bedroom seemed to freeze instantly after blurting out these words.

Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu looked at each other quietly, one expressionless, the other distraught.

Lin Yanxiu's lips trembled slightly, and he took a quick breath. Finally, he turned around and walked out without saying a word.

The fluffy house slippers quickly disappeared at the door, and the milk was hiding outside, too timid to call out.

Rong Jian continued to lie silently on the cold table, his eyes were a little dry and tightly closed, and the bridge of his nose hurt a little from the glasses frame.

Until the milk cautiously came into the room, rolled into a ball at his footsteps, and meowed lightly as it rubbed against his leg.

Rong Jian finally had a reaction, and slowly carried the kitten onto his lap.

He looked indifferently at his right hand that was caressing Mao Mao's belly, and said in a low voice, "I'm not the Rong Jian I used to be...I can't change into him...but I need these hands..."

Milk squinted his eyes comfortably to enjoy his caress, ignoring these soliloquies.

The warm temperature of the cat's belly came from the palm of his hand, Rong Jian couldn't help rubbing it for a while, and after taking off his glasses, he revealed a pair of dark eyes, slowly revealing a bit of bitterness: "The only thing I'm useful... is this It's just hands..."