Little Fox is not familiar with the business [Quick Transmigration]

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"Don't, don't, don't touch..."

Just a light stroke made the young man tremble unconsciously, shivering and wrapping himself up.

Ok?

The tall man lowered his eyes pensively, scanning the young man's slender body with a beautiful color.

Ever since he came back as a teenager, he has always been very obedient, although sometimes he can't help but act coquettishly and beg for mercy in the bed, but he seldom refuses directly as he is now.

Compared to refusal, the expression on the pretty little face was more like shyness, and she couldn't even touch it.

- it's almost like...

Lu Chengming looked at the young man thoughtfully for a while with his dark eyes, and finally laughed softly, without further action.

Forget it, let it go for now, and then slowly discover the cute secret of the little fox I raised.

Seeing that the tall man didn't intend to bully him again, the boy just stretched out his slender arms, wrapping himself in his overheated, solid embrace.

The boy curled up in the small quilt, but he didn't expect that just such a slight movement made him open his lips uncontrollably.

Why did I meet myself—it would be the same.

The boy quietly... became even more ashamed.

……

The next day, Lu Chengming went to the company and left very early. Before leaving, he kissed the boy who was still curled up in the small quilt wrapped in the big quilt and rubbed his eyes.

The boy said "Oh" and narrowed his dark eyes.Although the tall man finally let go of the boy yesterday, the boy was actually bullied several times every night, so he couldn't get up in the morning at all.

"Sleepy………"

Waxy and light, tuned/dumb, the small voice fell to the ear from the light red/lips that were just kissed.

Lu Chengming stopped kissing, and his Adam's apple suddenly rolled.

He thought he was used to being lured/lured by the little fox, but for some reason, just hearing this voice, he had a tendency to get motivated.

Tsk, this little thing.

Lu Chengming's dark eyes glanced at the boy's naked and round snow-white shoulders and neck under the shirt that was unbuttoned, and he lowered his head and kissed the boy's collarbone.

Then the large bed next to it was gathered up a bit, covering the boy's exposed shoulders.

He stroked the side of the boy's ear and left the room.

...

The young servant in charge of cleaning and tidying politely knocked on the door three times, reported the disturbance, and then came in with the cleaning utensils.

The owner of the mansion is gone, and a young lover, perhaps still asleep.

The young servant didn't know much about it, but still lowered his volume, gently sweeping the floor and dusting off the dust.

It's just that when I bent down/body, picked up the corner of the quilt that had fallen on the ground, and raised my head, I suddenly stopped.

He saw a snow-white calf exposed between the dark sheets.

With just one glance, one can easily imagine how soft and greasy that white skin will be. If you touch it with your fingertips, you will easily press a depression.

The calf is slightly pink, and everyone knows how it has been treated.

A corner is exposed downward, and the moist color of the toe nails is like a rosebud.

That beautiful little beauty is still sleeping peacefully in the bed, even her cheeks are facing the shadow inside, only a short section looming from the covered cover, it is such a gorgeous/scenery.

The young servant forced himself to look away.

He managed to restrain himself with willpower.

...But what about next time?

...

Near noon, the young man came out of the room with his slippers on, rubbed his eyes, and walked slowly towards the hall.

His shirt was buttoned up, but it was buttoned wrongly, so it looked a little loose, allowing people to see the scenery under the collar.

The boy didn't wear socks, and the boyish sports shorts were still on his slender and beautiful legs, and the thin jacket hung lazily from the sides.

The little hands shook in the air, as if they were still missing the warm yellow pillow at home.

Normally, it would be no problem for a young man to wear it like this in the mansion, but when he walked out from the door, the young man vaguely felt that the surroundings had become silent.

His eyes turned to him one after another in silence——

After returning to the Lu residence, the young man who relaxed the tight feeling of being stalked outside felt something from the blank consciousness.

When he tried to distinguish, those silent eyes had all moved away.

The young man pursed his lips, but still walked downstairs slowly.

He is hungry.

When the butler saw the boy, he thoughtfully helped him pull the stool by the table.

"Uncle Chen..." The boy swayed his legs unconsciously, frowning with some hesitation.

"What's the matter, Mr. An Xiao?"

The housekeeper, Uncle Chen, is a warm and steady middle-aged man. Although there was a small episode like running away, he has always been very kind to An Tao before and after.

He has a son who is about the same age as An Tao, perhaps for this reason, he always has a faint sense of kindness towards the young man.

The boy hesitated for a while, but still shook his head and said it was all right.

The housekeeper looked down at the boy kindly for a while, and then decided to mention something to the owner of the mansion to prevent the boy from encountering trouble.

After the tall man came back from Lu's, he went to dig the young man who was curled up in the room watching TV.

The boy looked sullen, but he just didn't want to say anything.

But when he was bullying people at night, the little fox seemed to have no choice but to touch it.

After a while, he groaned and collapsed, and unconsciously entangled him.

This night the boy seemed to be more delicate.

And more...

The tall man couldn't tell, but he was sure that he was out of control.

...

The next morning, a stranger touched the boy's side face.

Tasted wine in the juice at noon.

The changed clothes were stolen at night.

These things were spread to the ears of the tall man, and soon a whole batch of new employers were replaced.

...

But in the same way, it didn't take long for an even more out-of-bounds situation to sprout again.

So the mansion was cleaned and a group of people were replaced again.

The teenager became more and more uneasy, and raised his head to the housekeeper during lunch: "Uncle Chen..."

"What do you mean?" the butler lowered his head patiently and gently.

"I hope...to go back to school one day."

The thin white palm of the young man's lap unconsciously twitched.

He didn't know if he would encounter such a thing while walking on the street, but he would subconsciously think of the school——

There are classmates and friends who know themselves...

They must not cast that strange look at themselves.

He hoped to go back to such a relaxed environment and take a look, maybe he wouldn't have the strange feeling of bewilderment now.

"Of course, if Mr. An Xiao thinks."

The housekeeper responded kindly without hesitation, "I'm getting someone to prepare the car now."

...

The boy's journey to school was smooth.

Standing in front of the square where people come and go, he ran straight towards the teaching building.

When he walked up the stairs, his steps were light, and when he returned to the class, he was surrounded by his classmates.

"Tao Tao is back!"

Everyone expressed their welcome and intimacy to the teenager in a very warm way.

The young man squeezed his face, put his arms around his shoulders, and his forehead hair was messed up.

The young man looked very happy, pursed his lips and smiled, and narrowed his black eyes slightly when his hair was rubbed.

Although he was a little unconsciously sensitive to the touch around the neck, he did not reject the familiar intimacy.

But not long after, the girl looked at An Tao with a blank stare.

"—Tao Tao, why are the ends of your eyes so red?"

It makes people want to kiss more red.

...and then the side, to the students further away.

"—Tao Tao, your neck is so beautiful, and your Adam's apple is so cute."

Makes one want to take a bite and leave a mark.

"—Tao Tao, your lips seem to be painted very brightly?"

It makes people want to make more mess.

The young man looked around blankly.

He didn't understand what his friend was saying.

Being pulled from left to right, he ran out of the classroom.

It's two siblings.

It was almost like fleeing.

The memory that was too deep was revived in this driven running, which made the boy suddenly realize the source of the strange feeling that made him resist.

It wasn't other classes that he was led to.

A hidden, small room in a former warehouse.

Si Yun smiled and stroked the boy's side face lightly, as if wanting him not to be too nervous.

Si Yan just still held the boy's hand.

Similar good-looking faces looked at his direction from left to right, but he saw the exact same strange heat from those two pairs of eyes.

"Tao Tao, what did Lin God do to you after he took you away?"

"—did he ever touch your cheek like that?"

"—does he like to kiss your lips?"

"—has he hugged you?"

"I must have hugged him, because Tao Tao is such a child that people can't help but want to love him."

"Actually..."

Si Yun has a pair of sparkling beautiful eyes, but at this moment they are completely filled with the same obsessive heat.

"—We have long known that Tao Tao is such an attractive and beautiful child."

"But we've been patient."

"Linshen wants you, we don't like Linshen so much, but there is no way."

"—Now that Taotao is back, would you like to come back to us?"

If not, if not for the dim eyes in the light—

Just hearing the last words, he was sure that he was willing to return to his friends.

But the boy pushed the two of them away now, stumbling out of the small, shadowy corner.

...

"Mr. An Xiao, why did you come back so early?" The housekeeper showed some doubts on his face.

The teenager pursed his lips, he seemed to feel bad.

Almost crying, but unwilling to shed transparent teardrops in front of others.

The butler seemed to sense the boy's emotions and didn't say much.

That night, the boy kept pushing himself into the tall man's arms, his thin white fingers clutching the shirt on the man's chest, feeling extremely wronged.

Not being bullied.Lu Chengming hugged the man in his firm arms and coaxed him a little clumsily.

The man who usually lied but barely touched his tongue was seldom seen, and he stumbled.

Waiting for the boy buried in his chest to gradually get better, Lu Chengming raised his head, thinking.

Ah...he also has a day when he coaxes his little lover like a child.

——This is one thing down one thing?

He always seems to have nothing to do with this little fox.

No matter how angry I was being spoiled, I finally let it go.

As the boy fell asleep peacefully, the desk lamp was gently turned off.

……

Violence/incidents have not diminished since that outing.Even though he rarely went out, the teenager was tied up twice.

When I woke up once, a collar was put on my neck, and my hands were bound/tied behind the wooden chair.

He saw the man with platinum blond hair, still the strangely handsome man he had seen before.

The man stroked his earlobe, smiled and coaxed/coaxed him to call him "Master".

The boy was a little afraid of being found out, but fortunately, although the confrontation was a bit difficult, he held back.

It wasn't called that name until the end.

...

For the second time, a black blindfold was placed in front of his eyes.

Some icy temperature touched him, but he still felt warm. This kind of contradiction made the boy want to escape.

When the cold voice whispered softly in his ear, it only made the young man stiffen slightly.

This person seemed to know his physique better, and he would be stroked from the side cheeks to the neck where it was most likely to turn red every day.

There is also a waist that cannot be touched.

The boy could hardly bear it, but he still endured it.

……

Both times, there was no danger, and in the end, Lu Chengming brought them back in time.

The little secret that the boy couldn't tell at all, still showed clues in the bed.

Even though she was so loved that she couldn't lift a finger, she would subconsciously blush... pestering others.

It's like being teased unintentionally by a man a long time ago...

It was like 'can't get enough'.

How did that happen?

It's definitely not his fault, it's all this bad guy's fault.

The little fox carefully concealed it.

Two consecutive plunders that were not prudent, almost desperate, and the employers in the family were also cleaned up and dismissed in sevens and eights. It seemed that the man often frowned thoughtfully and sharply.

Before the man bullied the boy that day, he suddenly lowered his dark eyes and said in a low voice.

"Little fox, are you willing...to let me have complete ownership?

After that there will be no more of those things. "

...

The boy trembled undetectably for a second.

—he felt his 'last' little secret had been discovered.

But, but...

that will...

The boy's snow-white toes twitched, his crow-feather-dyed eyelashes fluttered, his upturned black eyes turned away from anyone, and his pink knuckles unconsciously grasped the bed sheet.

"………Um."

……

The boy's overly charming little face was red, and his lychee-colored lips slowly picked up the hem of his shirt.