When will the wolf cub take me down?

The person on the bed stretched his body and stretched out his hand to pull him onto the bed.

Qin Fei held his hand tightly, but the person on the bed was not annoyed, the other hand still stretched out to his thigh restlessly, so he could only put down the quilt and hold the other hand again.Qin Fei looked at him deeply, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He thought about Qu Heyu and called this person over again, and he didn't seem to resist.

Qin Fei frowned and put down his hands, walked silently to the bathroom to wash his face, and also took a shower by the way.

When he came out, the man sat up, still smoking his cigarette.

Qin Feishen walked over and took his cigarette away, and the man even sprayed smoke on his face.

Qin Fei frowned deeply, held his hand tightly, and said coldly, "Who will allow you to touch my things."

The man's hand touched his body dishonestly, Qin Fei shoved him away.

He took out the original notebook from the cabinet and threw it in front of him: "Write."

The man crookedly wrote a few arrogant characters: "I don't touch your things, I touch you."

Qin Fei looked at him deeply, threw the notebook, pushed the person, and looked down at him: "You owe it, don't you?"

……

The minute hand of the clock made a circle, Qin Feishen stared at the man who had calmed down on the bed, and suddenly remembered something, he sneered, and whispered sinisterly in his ear: "Is my job really bad?"

"And ran to sue the young master. He never accepted that I was worse than others in any way. You really owe me. So what this time?"

The person on the bed didn't move, he hadn't recovered from the strenuous exercise just now.

Qin Feishen couldn't see the expression of the person under the blindfold, he was a little irritable, and he put the notebook in front of him again.

The man didn't move, and Qin Feishen came again, interrogating him every time it was intense.

The man didn't even have the strength to hold a pen to write.

After it was over, Qin Feichen came out of the bathroom, and saw the man lying on the bed, writing two large characters crookedly - no.

Qin Fei sneered, and he sat sideways on the bed, watching the person who didn't even have the strength to get up still insisted on provoking him.He reached out and pressed his neck, threatening: "Want to do it again?"

The man froze.

Qin Fei was completely satisfied, and didn't want to argue with stubborn people.

He withdrew his hand after warning, and when he was about to leave, the man pulled his clothes.

Qin Fei frowned and looked at him, thinking that you still want to force it to the end?

Just as he was about to scold, the man slowly wrote four more crooked words: "I want to take a bath."

Qin Fei looked at the man deeply: "So?"

The man wrote a few more words slowly: "Take me to wash."

Qin Fei was stunned for a moment, looking at that person in disbelief, the person who had been so stubborn just now suddenly treated him without any hindrance... Acting like a baby?

He said, "Go by yourself."

The man went to write a few more words: "I have no strength." After handing over the notebook, the man gently took his hand, feeling that it didn't take much strength.

The unfamiliar intimacy made Qin Fei startled.

He looked at him with complicated eyes, and the black eyepatch covered his eyes, but he didn't know why he always felt that if he didn't have this eyepatch, that person would watch him do this... He suddenly couldn't think calmly.

He silently put down the notebook, without thinking too much, he picked him up by the waist.

He made people weak, and he helped take a bath, that's all.

The man was very honest in his arms, he carried him into the bathroom, saw the bathtub, and remembered that his bathtub hadn't been used for a long time, he put him on the chair in the bathroom, cleaned the bathtub quickly with his hands, and then put him in.

When cleaning, the man was rarely honest and did not engage in other actions.

In the process of cleaning, looking at the various traces left by him on his body, he felt a rare unnaturalness in his heart.

I thought to myself, it seems that I really made people cruel.So the action couldn't help but relax a little.

After cleaning, his hand touched the eye mask, and both of them froze.

The man grabbed his hand and slowly drew two words on his palm - I'm coming.

Qin Fei took a deep look at him, stood up, walked out, and closed the door.

After going out, he couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

He glanced at the messy bed and went to change a set of sheets.

Then he opened the window, sat on the sofa, and smoked again.

The sound of the dryer sounded in the bathroom, and when the sound stopped, the door opened after a while.

The man came out with the heat from the bathroom, Qin Fei looked at the man calmly.

The man walked towards him slowly this time.

As soon as Qin Feishen stopped smoking, the man sat on the other side of the sofa, touched his lap, took the cigarette in his hand, and put it to his mouth to take a puff.

Qin Feishen suddenly felt a little used to his abrupt behavior. He lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Go to bed."

The man adjusted his posture again, continued to lie on his lap, took a sip, and after a while, reached out to the cigarette butt box and flicked it, and continued to smoke.

Qin Feishen reached out and took his cigarette away, and continued to smoke.

After he took a puff of smoke, he suddenly remembered something, and he said, "What did he tell you?"

Of course Qin Feishen was the only one who could communicate with this person, Qu and Yu.

After Qin Fei finished speaking, he remembered that the notebook was on the bedside table, and he wanted to get up to get it.

The person lying on his lap grabbed his hand and slowly wrote a few words on his hand.

"Let me sleep with you."

Qin Fei frowned deeply, and he said, "What about you? What do you think?"

The man took his hand and wrote a few more words.

"Sleep with you." The corners of his mouth were still slightly raised.

These two words are obviously shorter than the previous sentence, but it took the same amount of time to write the word "Sleep you" lightly and slowly, more like seducing him than answering his question seriously.

Qin Fei pursed his lips, feeling a little itchy in the palm of his hand, and he held the messy finger.

Although through the blindfold, he felt that there was still a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

He couldn't help pinching his waist with the other hand: "Have you recovered, are you still in trouble?"

The man slapped his hands away, changed his position, and continued to lie down.

Qin Feishen took another puff, and put the unfinished cigarette into the cigarette case to extinguish it.

The person lying on his lap didn't move, wondering if he was sleeping.

He said suddenly, "What's my name?"

He gave up hope that the man would tell his real name, asking him only because he suddenly didn't know how to address him.

The man didn't move, and after a while, he drew two words on the palm of his hand leisurely.

"Baby."

Qin Fei looked down at him.

The man grabbed his hand and wrote again: "Baby."

Qin Feishen suddenly lost his temper.

This man really took every opportunity to tease him.

He suddenly wondered when he knew himself, how he got in touch with Qu Heyu, who proposed to do this first, and what kind of relationship he had with Qu Heyu.

Although he felt that Qu Heyu's personality would not have a good relationship with anyone.

He was even more curious about how this person connected with Qu and Yu.

Still like him, he was chosen by Qu Heyu, or a group of people Qu Heyu kept away from his eyes and ears.

"When... when did you meet me?"

The person lying on his lap didn't reply.

Qin Fei Shen, after waiting for a while, he realized that the man had fallen asleep.

He paused, patted and said, "Go to bed."

The man turned around and continued to sleep.

Qin Fei sighed almost inaudibly, picked him up, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

He glanced at it before going to the cabinet to take out the blanket, and continued to spend the night on the sofa.