What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Zhou Qingluo never thought that he was always ashamed to talk about his feelings, thinking that it was a private matter.

This kind of ambiguous and charming thing should happen in a specific place that only belongs to two people.

Like a bedroom with the door tightly shut.

He never thought of doing this kind of thing in other places out of the ordinary. In front of Song Ling, he was always reserved and shy, restrained and coy.

But Song Ling was different.

His upbringing experience was too bumpy. There are two extreme energies in his body, one is indifferent and crazy, with overwhelming power, which is unstoppable.

But after taking off this coat, he is like a ten-year-old child, expressing his desires simply and straightforwardly, without hiding it.

As long as he wants, he can do whatever he wants, go his own way, no matter what, just go straight.

Like a controller, there is no sense at all.

If no one pulls him, he will paranoidly live according to his own means and methods, regardless of right or wrong.

Just like in the past, he didn't want to live, no matter how others hurt him, he was like a tool without emotion, indifferent, and headed towards destruction.

Just like now, he wants to possess himself crazily, not even leaving a chance to breathe.

Zhou Qingluo never thought that he always seeks stability in Buddhism, but he just likes such a crazy and hot person.

He seemed to be burning himself all the time, and he was melting.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help closing his eyes, and put his hands on his waist.

The sound of intertwining lips and tongue and heavy breathing, in this strange space, is sweet and exciting.

From time to time, people passed by outside the door, and some people turned the doorknob, complaining in a low voice why the toilet was always broken. Zhou Qingluo became stiff with tension, but Song Ling got even worse. His hands ran down his shoulders until he reached the hem of his clothes, He clasped his waist, lifted the hem of his clothes, and cautiously put his hand in, put his palm on his side waist, and squeezed it lightly.

Song Ling moved away, his voice extremely aggressive, "My wife's waist is really soft."

Zhou Qingluo's body trembled, he was hot all over, Song Ling's hands were cold, and the skin around his waist was sensitive, he couldn't help but move, Song Ling retracted his hands, and the two leaned together.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly woke up.

The gun went off.

Zhou Qingluo quickly pushed Song Ling away, and retreated a little, keeping a distance from Song Ling.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling followed suit and did not give me a chance to escape.

Zhou Qingluo blushed with embarrassment, "Song Ling, stop making trouble."

Song Ling gently kissed Next Zhou Qingluo's forehead, seeing that some people in his arms were already fainting with shame, because they were too nervous, their eyes were still shining, and when they rolled around, they were sparkling, bright and moving.

Song Ling withdrew a little, pressed against his forehead, and chuckled softly.

"Qing Luo, if there is an ice cream with strawberry and vanilla, what would you like? Would you like to eat it?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded.

"say."

"meeting!"

Song Ling turned his head to the side, bit his earlobe lightly, and said in a low voice, "I will smear it on your body, then lick and bite, and eat slowly."

"!"

"Qing Luo, this is licking and biting."

Zhou Qingluo was already ashamed, covering his flushed face with both hands, leaning on Song Ling's shoulder, letting his hands roam freely around his waist.

Song Ling hugged him tightly, not concealing his hotness, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qing Luo, this is love, do you understand?"

Because of Song Ling, Zhou Qingluo actually missed his nap time. If the master repairing the toilet hadn't knocked on the door, Song Ling would have kissed his mouth to death and crushed his waist.

Fortunately, he was wearing belt-tie pants today, which were pretty tight, otherwise Song Ling would have...

The master knocked on the door and shouted, "Is there anyone inside? Is the toilet broken? I came in to fix it."

Zhou Qingluo tidied his clothes in a panic, pulled Song Ling, and was so frightened that he wanted to find a place to hide.

Song Ling was a little amused, and said in a low voice, "What are you hiding from?"

Zhou Qingluo ignored him and wanted to hide in the toilet alone.

Song Ling slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter, and lit it with a click.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" He still has cigarettes?

The door was about to open, and in a hurry, Zhou Qingluo didn't have time, so he hurriedly took a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and held the lighter in a daze.

Can't order.

Song Ling bit his cigarette, smiled silently, took Zhou Qingluo's cigarette, stuffed his own into his mouth, lit it again with a click, took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered that Song Ling also smoked on the night of Jiang Shiyan's school banquet. At that time, he was a little lonely, and there were stories in every smoke circle.

But now, his expression still has a little desire that hasn't receded, his squinted eyes are blurred and ambiguous, if he is accidentally seen by others, every smoke ring is an accident.

Fortunately, the two of them wore loose clothes and long coats today, so they quickly covered it up.

As soon as the master entered the door, he saw two social youths wrapped in clothes and smoking a cigarette, one of them dragged two to five to eighty thousand, and was puffing, and the other was smoking with a red face, as if he had a guilty conscience.

The man who swallowed the clouds had tattoos, his eyes were indifferent, and his expression was arrogant. At first glance, he looked like a social brother with a story, and he didn't look like a good person.

And the one who only smokes and doesn't smoke looks a bit seductive, but overall he is still an honest kid, holding a cigarette like a lollipop, and his posture is not so skillful.

It was probably the first time he smoked a cigarette, so he might have choked on it just now, and his face turned red like this.

He knew that there must be someone secretly smoking in the toilet and holding his maintenance tools as a cover, how many times he bumped into it.

The toilet is not so easy to break.

The honest boy Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to smoke, so he held the cigarette and burned it dryly in his hand.

Master: "Two little brothers, smoking is not allowed here. There is a smoke alarm in the building. If you call the police, you will have to compensate for the loss."

Zhou Qingluo immediately turned on the faucet and extinguished the cigarette butt, "Okay, no smoking, thank you master for reminding me."

The master turned his head and was about to remind the tattooed man, but was persuaded by his eyes.

The position of this person's eyeballs is on the upper side, and the tails of the eyes are still upturned, and there is an indescribable cruelty. When staring at people with no expression on his face, even the timid ones will tremble twice. It is a bit mysterious. In the next second, whether to throw a fist or a machete.

But the master has seen the world.

When the master was young and ignorant, he had been in the society. He knew that such a person was not easy to mess with, and the team called such a person a wolf.

The alpha wolf loves face very much, so the more obedient one is probably the younger brother he just recruited. If he is embarrassed in front of the younger brother, then the alpha wolf will probably make him stretch out his palm and use his palm as an ashtray.

Not only established prestige, but also punished others, killing two birds with one stone.

It's all just tricks.

If he hadn't washed his hands of gold now and was honestly raising his wife and children, he would have to compete with him.

The master smiled and said, "The young man wants to smoke."

Song Ling silently extinguished the cigarette on the washstand and threw it into the trash can.

The master winked at Zhou Qingluo, "Little brother, don't smoke if you don't know how to smoke. Cigarettes are not a good thing."

Zhou Qingluo nodded like a pounding garlic: "Okay, okay."

"Next time I see you guys smoking here again, I'll call the security guard. The security guard is not as easy to talk to as I am."

Zhou Qingluo: "Yes, yes."

The master packed up the tools and signs and left. He retreated to the door, looked at Zhou Qingluo meaningfully, and quietly gestured for him to make a call. From the master's lips, Zhou Qingluo read that he was talking about Yaoyao spirit.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Why did he have an expression of "If you were forced, please give me a look".

As soon as the master left, Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against the washstand, his legs went limp.

Song Ling was a little amused, "Zhou Qingluo, are you in love early and afraid of being caught?"

Zhou Qingluo glared at him angrily, "You still have the nerve to say that this is a public place."

"No one, what are you afraid of?"

"Isn't that master human just now?"

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone see it."

"If you go crazy in the future, you will go crazy yourself. Don't drag me in."

"You are so delicate, I can't bear to be seen."

"To shut up."

"If you want me to shut up, use the method just now, do you want to come again?"

Zhou Qingluo had already calmed down, and he didn't intend to make such a joke with him, so he asked, "Where did you get the cigarettes?"

Song Ling: "I've seen someone smoke here before, just in case, I'll prepare it."

"..." It turns out that this person has already figured it out!

Before Zhou Qingluo could speak, Song Ling said boldly: "Yes, I have planned for a long time to come here with you just to kiss you."

"..."

Song Ling raised the cigarette in his hand: "I thought I could smoke afterwards."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo washed his hands and glanced at him through the mirror, "Why didn't you just snuff out the cigarette butts with your hands like last time, but chose such an ordinary way to extinguish cigarettes?"

Song Ling sneered: "I heard you say I'm mentally retarded that day, and deliberately frightened you."

Zhou Qingluo was amused, "A friend of mine wants to know, is it hot to put out the cigarette with your hand?"

Song Ling smiled silently, "It's not as hot as your body."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo washed his hands slowly, and then washed his face. With a flick of his hand, Song Ling's face was splashed with water, and then he slipped away from him like a loach, and ran back to the office with a smile.

Song Ling wiped the water off his face and chuckled.

Gee.

Some people are just damn likable.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo returned to the office and sat on a chair, although the hormone levels in his body had returned to normal levels, he still felt his face was burning.

What should I do this afternoon?

The master walked past the office door with a tool maintenance warning sign, just as Liangqiu came back from outside, he asked, "Master, why is the toilet broken, has it been repaired?"

Zhou Qingluo felt guilty and drank silently.

Master: "The toilet is not broken."

Liang Qiu: "That's not right, I just saw a warning sign outside the door, and the lock can't be unscrewed."

The master said in a low voice: "There is a big gangster and a little gangster smoking inside, in order to hide from the security guards and the smoke alarm, so the door is closed."

Zhou Qingluo faintly heard the conversation between Liangqiu and the master, and suddenly it was a little funny.

The big hooligan takes the little hooligan to smoke...

It turned out that the master told him about Yaoyaoling just now, and probably thought he was being coerced by Song Ling to smoke.

Liangqiu came over, glanced at Zhou Qingluo, then moved closer to stare at him, "Qingluo, why is your mouth swollen? There's even a cut."

Zhou Qingluo caught his breath, scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "Oh, just now I went out to eat spicy stinky tofu, it was hot and spicy, and I accidentally bit my mouth."

When it comes to eating, Liangqiu became interested, "Oh? Which stinky tofu? Is it delicious?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head with a look of disgust, "It's so-so, but the taste is not good."

Song Ling next door cleared his throat.

Liangqiu said with a smile: "I will try it some other day, remember to call me when you go out to eat."

Zhou Qingluo shook his head with a smile, "You go to eat from other places, this one is really not good."

Song Ling said abruptly, "This hot and spicy stinky tofu is only sold to Zhou Qingluo."

Liangqiu: "?" So the Great God could say such a long word?

Zhou Qingluo suddenly had difficulty breathing and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Liangqiu looked puzzled: "Why do I feel that you are not talking about eating stinky tofu?"