The cannon fodder owner dressed as the King of the Merman [Transmigration Book]

It was night, and there was a lot of wind and rain in Yulin Mountain.

Pale lightning cracked across the sky from time to time, followed by heavy thunder and explosions.The strong wind and the showers destroyed the grass and trees, and the mountains and birds did not sing.

This was the first rain that fell in the mountains after the floating bridge crossed.

With the autumn wind blowing, the soft quilt on the couch became thinner, but he hadn't had time to prepare the thick quilt yet.

Maybe I have to wait two days to go... Wait for him to plant a piece of mountain cotton and make a thicker quilt. Ning Yu is afraid of the cold.

It's just that I don't know how Ning Yue got here in the past few hundred years. The bottom of the sea should be colder.

Maybe the Yaozu has some kind of spell to drive away the cold...

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Ning Yu leaned softly in Shen Fuqiao's arms, with his slender knuckles resting on his wrists.

Originally, they still slept in separate rooms, but Ning Yu was screaming cold in the middle of the night, and there was no heating in the other room, so Shen Fuqiao could only circle him from behind like this, and transfer the heat to him as much as possible.

Shen Fuqiao said warmly: "I'm thinking about how to warm you up."

Ning Yu rubbed Shen Floating Bridge's feet with his feet. He was a circle smaller than Shen Floating Bridge, and so were his feet.The slightly cool whiteness finally stuck to it, and the light blue shark scale pattern glowed with a dark red luster.

Ning Yu's cheeks also turned crimson, and he leaned his head against Shen Fuqiao's shoulder and panted slightly.

Shen Fuqiao was stunned.

He could feel the body in his arms getting hotter, but it was just right, not too hot.

Could it be that Ning Yu used to... used to rub his tail with others to keep warm?

Shen Fuqiao felt a little depressed, he tilted his head and lowered his eyes to look at the two foggy seas, an inexplicable astringency choked in his throat.

"Aning..."

"Hush." ​​Ning Yue's voice also became hoarse, he turned his head, and his forehead was pressed against the side of Shen Fuqiao's neck. Every inch of his breath was sprayed on Shen Fuqiao's slightly messy lapel when he spoke.

"The method has been taught to my brother. Aning hopes that my brother will take the initiative in the future and not hang on to A Ning all the time. If my brother can learn it next time and take the initiative to help me keep warm, I will reward my brother."

Shen Fuqiao's hands around Ning Yu's narrow waist unconsciously tightened a little, and his heart throbbed inexplicably. He sensed a hint of danger from this posture for no reason. It seemed that he had surrounded Ning Yu, but in fact But it seemed that Ning Yu had locked him up and couldn't escape.

"Ah Ning, since it's not cold, can you sleep by yourself first?"

He couldn't resist.

The moisture in Ning Yu's eyes was instantly withdrawn, his face sank like water, and the violence in his eyes was almost hidden.

His voice was suddenly terribly cold, and the hand on Shen Fuqiao's wrist suddenly retracted.

"Do you dare to try?"

Coincidentally, Qiu Lei was startled at that moment, as if he was about to explode on a hill not far away, which just covered Ning Yue's gloomy voice.

Shen Fuqiao didn't notice Ning Yu's expression.

His hearing was already very weak, and he couldn't hear what Ning Yu was saying, so he lowered his head and brought his left ear closer, and asked softly, "What did Aning say just now, can you say it again?"

However, Ning Yu just kept silent, raised his hand to lower Shen Fuqiao's head, and stretched out his tongue to lick Shen Fuqiao's earlobe.

Shen Fuqiao felt that half of his body was numb.

"Don't make trouble."

He raised his head in agitation, and grabbed Ning Yue's restless hand. His face was still as pale as water, but his earlobes, still stained with water, were already bleeding red.

Shen Fuqiao is very resistant to intimate contact.

He was born with gossip and grew up, everyone's malice and hypocrisy, everyone's scolding and disgust, like a huge monster devouring his internal organs.

In his eyes, this world is a cage for monsters.

Being up close and personal with monsters made him sick.

Even in the world of books, he sees everyone inevitably wearing a monster filter.

Including Ning Yu.

Even if he is really innocent, beautiful and cute, he has nothing in common with those ugly and dirty things.

This is his heart disease, a wound that has festered for 22 years.

But the wound seems to have the potential to heal.

He fell in love with Ning Yu, probably largely because Ning Yu was helping him heal his wounds, and the unique luster of those light blue star eyes was gradually dispelling the evil miasma of barking teeth and claws.

Ning Yu is the panacea for his coming too late.

...

"Brother, the thunder is too loud, I'm a little scared." Ning Yu stared at Shen Fuqiao's earlobe, and said softly, "Can't we sleep together? Although the couch is not big, Ah Ning only needs a narrow piece , I will definitely not squeeze my brother."

Shen Fuqiao came back to his senses, looked sideways at the still thunderstorm sky outside the window, the drowsy clouds appeared dark and gloomy outside the carved window, tomorrow would not be a good time to travel.

Another day stolen.

"...Brother?" Seeing that Shen Fuqiao ignored him and instead looked out the window with lonely eyes, Ning Yu couldn't help making a sound of dissatisfaction.

"Sleep."

"Is brother accompanying Aning?"

"accompany."

"Then...do you want brother to hug Ah Ning?"

"hug."

"Does that brother kiss Aning?"

"Boom."

"A-Ning likes her brother the most."

It's fine to like it now, and in the long years to come, the place he can't touch, Ah Ning... it's best to forget it.

...

The next day, Shen Fuqiao stood by the door wearing a robe, looking at the tattered clothes hanging on the cypress branches, speechless.

There were several pieces of clothing, and the others were blown to nowhere.

It's also his fault...forgot to take it in last night.

He combed his hair casually, and wanted to go out to remove the tarpaulins from the vegetable beds and chicken coops.Although the patch of vegetables had been ruined by Ning Yu, there were still some lucky ones who could still eat them.Last night he moved the chickens and quails to the side eaves, not sure what's going on.

Before he could take a step, someone hugged his waist from behind.With the cool temperature, the head resting on the shoulder blades, and the slender wrists around the waist, Shen Fuqiao knew who it was without guessing.

"Are you wearing shoes and socks? Then get out of bed and run around."

His tone was serious as if he was asking for a crime, but his movements were gentle and gentle. He turned around with difficulty in the area tightly surrounded by Ning Yu, and his eyes fell on his bare feet.

"It's not reassuring."

Ning Yu leaned on his shoulder, drooping his eyes in silence, his furrowed brows and tight lips revealed his bad mood.

Shen Fuqiao wanted to carry him to the bed and put on his shoes and socks, but Ning Yu hugged him so tightly that he couldn't even get out of his confinement.

"...What's wrong, Aning?"

Ning Yu sniffed and asked hoarsely, "Where are you going?"

Shen Fuqiao said truthfully: "I'm going to look at the chicken coop and the vegetable bed, and I'm going to make you breakfast."

Ning Yu was silent for a long time before slowly raising his eyes. There seemed to be mist in his eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of turbulent undercurrent that did not subside.

"really?"

"...Otherwise?" Facing such eyes, Shen Fuqiao was inexplicably guilty, "Hold me too tightly, loosen up."

Ning Yu let go of Shen Fuqiao's waist, but put his arms around the back of his neck, hooked Shen Fuqiao off while tiptoing, and kissed him with his lips.

Ning Yu's kiss was green.

Although he intentionally imitated Shen Fuqiao's lips and tongue movements yesterday, but in the end he was unable to do what he wanted, and Shen Fuqiao had no choice but to turn to the guest and let the kiss start and end well.

"Has brother ever kissed anyone before?"

Ning Yu kissed earnestly and forgetfully, at some point he was carried to the couch by Shen Fuqiao. Shen Fuqiao half-kneeled on the wooden floor, carefully avoiding the circle of light blue shark scale patterns, and put on stockings for him nervously.

The matter of kissing... he can be said to have mastered it without a teacher in the past two days.

But he couldn't satisfy Ning Yu's suspicion of a certain complex... He was afraid that Ning Yu would be more and more unable to forget it.

Most of the time in modern society, a relationship is very short-lived. It may be brilliant or bleak, but it can be turned into a long-lasting impression in the next journey.

And the only thing he can do now is not to let this impression take on a special and indelible factor.

"Of course not." Shen Fuqiao answered, raised his head and smiled indifferently, "I've kissed many people before."

As expected - Ning Yu's face darkened.

He raised his leg and stepped on Shen Fuqiao's shoulder. He didn't know whether it was because he was too angry or too sad, and his tone was dull and bitter: "Many people... who are they?"

Shen Fuqiao opened his eyes to avoid a certain scene, pretending not to care, and said: "Should I still remember the names of the people I kissed?"

"……what?"

"That's all happened in the past, what's more, we haven't gotten married yet, so you want to talk to me about the past? Don't be so ignorant, Aning."

"I'm ignorant?" Ning Yu laughed angrily, and the red hair that was hanging down on the bed moved without any wind, and the fingertips that grabbed the blanket stabbed out with a sharp edge, "Brother, are you challenging my bottom line?"

"..."

Things seem to be getting worse.

The two confronted each other silently for a while, seeing Ning Yue's long hair fluttering more and more anxiously, Shen Fuqiao was worried that his hair would get tangled, and it would be him who would be the one to comb it, so he gave in first.

He stretched out his hand to cover the back of Ning Yu's hand, and rubbed it for a moment to show comfort, but the usual effective method is not very effective now.

Ning Yu's eyes turned into a pool of stagnant water, cold and dark.

Sheets were punctured.

"..."

Shen Fuqiao is not very good at coaxing people, nor is he very good at sweet talk. He is a standard straight man in the 21st century. On weekdays, Li Ning Yu is too obedient and easy to coax. He has almost forgotten this embarrassing situation.

What's more, today's situation is completely created by him.

"Ning Yu, I think we all need to calm down..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Yu repeated it unbelievably, word by word, in an awkward voice: "Ning--Yue?"

Shen Fuqiao's voice was quicker than his head, and he remedied: "A'Ning."

Ning Yu looked at him fiercely, his breath was stuck in his throat, and the corners of his eyes were red: "I can't calm down..."

"It's okay." At this moment, Shen Fuqiao didn't really realize the seriousness of the matter, and he comforted himself thoughtfully, "If you can't accept it, we can also become friends and bosom friends, you don't have to wrong yourself to accommodate me , there is not only one possibility between us."

If Ning Yu really agreed...it would be a good thing.

At least it proved that he wasn't that deep in this quagmire of mistakes.

But Ning Yu just blushed, arched his body and raised his hand to cover his painful right chest, where his heart and Nilin were located.

"But what my brother took away was my first kiss, how can I accept those possibilities?"

The author has something to say: Shen Fuqiao: Scumbag speaks √

Ning Yu: Build a crematorium for my beloved brother (smile.jpg)

Thank you little angel for watching~~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!