The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

The boy was lying in the quilt like a docile lamb, his whole body was covered by the quilt, maybe it was too hot, an unnatural blush appeared on the boy's cheeks, and with the movement of turning over, he made a moaning sound, which did not I know what I dreamed about.

Fran suddenly remembered the madness that night, and the boy was lying on his body like this.

Fran stretched out his hand, and pressed hard on the boy's neck. When he let go of his hand, a red spot immediately appeared on the spot. The person on the bed waved his hand impatiently, making a strange sound.

Just screw it down and that's it, um...

Bai Lin was in a drowsy sleep, but suddenly felt that someone was always harassing him, touching and pinching him. He thought it was a dream, and tried to push it away impatiently, but found that he couldn't move his hand at all, and his consciousness slowly Returning to the cage, now he can find that not only is the subject, he can't even move his legs.

He suddenly woke up, ummmm, what is this guy doing again! ! !

Bai Lin woke up instantly, the familiar scent of lily of the valley showed the identity of this person, his light golden hair fell in front of his eyes, filled with a faint mint aroma.

With Fran's face close in front of his eyes, sensing the movement of the person below him, he slowly raised his head and showed a provocative smile.

He wiped the corners of his lips slowly, and said, "I asked you to warm my bed, but I fell asleep."

I'm just warming your bed, but it's good for you to get started!

The system is in a hurry, what kind of silly and sweet host, who promised well when warming the bed, don't you know there is another trick behind it? !

Bai Lin's past about Fran flooded into his mind, some bullying him, some being cold-hearted to him, some threatening him, all of them, except those who didn't show love to him.

"You... let me go!" Bai Lin cried uncontrollably, the tears couldn't be stopped, and she hiccupped, "I, I hate it when you touch me."

"Why?" Fran's heart twitched violently as the teenager cried, his voice gradually became hoarse, "Give me a reason."

"You always bully me, you don't treat me well at all, you just want to sleep with me, you don't like me at all."

According to his current status, it would be impossible to mention the word "like" to Fran.

But he felt wronged in his heart, why should I treat you so well, lest you have an accident, but you just treat me like a small bed warmer that comes and goes when you call.

Oh Kettle is a little bit better than where he is now.