Please don't be so hard on me!

Miao Cun tried desperately to push him away, but Rose couldn't bear to toss anymore, he threw a mouse-like weapon, his hands were limp and had no strength, and finally Luo Minghan firmly restrained him with his body.

Luo Minghan didn't pry his teeth open, but only sucked his lips, the breath was very vivid, invading Miao Cun's breathing and a blank brain.

The dog man put it away when he saw it, his lips were parted, but he was still inseparable, his fingertips rubbed against Miao Cun's cheek, his eyes rested on his lips and the tip of his nose affectionately.

Miao Cun's arm was still clutched by him, and he had no choice but to raise his eyes angrily, opening his mouth to scold, seeing Luo Minghan's gentle and profound appearance, but suddenly lost his voice like a bewilderment.

It seems like Luo Yuanhe...

If it was Mr. Luo who violated him and kissed him... Miao Cun's brain roared, and his whole face was flushed, even his ears and collarbone were pink.

Luo Minghan saw all his reactions in his eyes.

"My face is so red." He whispered, it was the hunter teasing the prey.

The voices of the two brothers are not quite alike.

Miao Cun seemed to be awakened abruptly from a sweet dream, his pounding heart became cold, "...don't talk."

Thinking, it would be great if Luo Minghan was dumb.

He frowned slightly and ordered so lightly.Luo Minghan only thought that he felt that the current atmosphere was not suitable for speaking, so he raised the corner of his lips, then leaned down again, and touched his lips.

When he got home, the gardener had already prepared the things, and Luo Minghan only had to follow his instructions in advance.This is a separate all-glass sun room, the rare flowers inside are dazzling, and a retro sofa and coffee table are in the middle, obviously for the owner to drink tea and read daily.

It's French-style Chinese style again, Miao Cun knew it, this is probably also the handwriting of Luo Minghan's first love.

Luo Minghan put on a brown gardening apron, put on white gloves on both hands, took the flowers from Miao Cun's arms, and unfolded the newspaper carefully.

Miao Cun was full of suspicion.

Luo Minghan put on a show.

"Will you know it or not?" Miao Cun was a little annoyed.

"Yes, yes, of course," Luo Minghan scolded a hundred words in his heart, "Leave it alone, and prepare the soil first."

Wait... Isn't Lao Zhao being too considerate, why did he take out all the materials and pile them up?Which is garden soil?Which is pine needle soil?What is the peat used for?Why use peat and coconut shells for flowers?

Miao Cun watched him play with a cold face, "Aren't you very experienced? Luo, brother, brother."

This is angry.

Luo Minghan took off his gloves, and resignedly dialed the gardener's phone: "Hey, it's me, are you home?...Come here now." The other party laughed and teased him for some reason, and Luo Minghan gritted his teeth: "I can't figure it out! "

Miao Cun felt speechless and absurd: "So you lied to me before, you don't know anything about growing flowers."

Luo Minghan didn't feel ashamed, "I know how to be a gardener, as long as money can buy me someone, that's what I know."

What nonsense.

The gardener came quickly, "This is Master Zhao," Luo Minghan introduced, "He has rich experience, you can trust him."

The other party mentioned the flower, squinted his eyes under the light to observe it carefully, after a long while, he smiled and said: "It's okay, you leave it to me, I'll help you raise it for a month, and it will be fine."

Miao Cun looked at Luo Minghan, and Luo Minghan asked, "Can't he raise it himself?"

"Oh," Master Zhao hesitated for a moment, looking embarrassed, "little student, you have never grown flowers before, right? This thing is very expensive, there is more water and less water, and when to spray medicine, you have to pay attention to it. It's not what you think. It’s as simple as raising a cactus. It’s a bit injured right now, if you want to take care of it yourself—”

"No, you can help me raise it."

Master Zhao nodded with a smile, "That's good, I'll keep your flowers here so that you can come and see them often."

Miao Cun bit his lower lip slightly, and the disturbing irritability flashed in his black eyes.

Did Luo Minghan collude a long time ago?

Luo Minghan handed him water and said, "Your school is too far away from here, so it's not convenient to come here. I can take pictures for you every day."

Miao Cun: "Oh."

"Then should you add me back as a friend?"

Miao Cun: "..."

Luo Minghan didn't allow him to escape, his aura exuded a subtle oppressiveness, "Add it now."

After all, in the middle of the night, if someone asks for something, even though he is irritable, Miao Cun still knows what is good and what is wrong. He reluctantly passes by, and then squats beside Master Zhao without saying a word, watching how he mixes and loosens the soil.

Luo Minghan felt that he was a bit like the little raccoon that was raised at home. When he was picked up and held in his arms, he would swear stubbornly and scratch you every now and then. Jiao, so...

So it sounds like adding to the fun, and it only makes people want to bully him even more.

He still had work to do, so he stayed with Miao Cun for a while before leaving. Before leaving the greenhouse, he told the housekeeper in a low-key manner, "If he wants to leave, stop him and wait for me to come down."

It took less than an hour to transplant two pots of flowers. Miao Cun watched and learned while asking. Master Zhao's hands looked rough but flexible, and he could handle the flowers and plants gently even with rough white gloves. He said with a smile: "It's rare for a child of your age to like to grow flowers."

Miao Cun felt that Master Zhao was a good person, so he didn't fool him: "When I was a child in Xishuangbanna, the Dai family's upstairs and downstairs were covered with flowers, and I thought it was very beautiful."

My mother often said that a home with flowers is a home. Miao Cun doesn't understand it very well, but he remembers it clearly.

When I first saw this glass greenhouse just now, Miao Cun liked it very much.But this is Luo Minghan's house, so he decided not to like it.When I make a lot of money in painting in the future, and I have my own house, I can make a more beautiful one.

By the time everything was over, it was almost twelve o'clock.Luo Minghan hung up the business phone and saw that Miao Cun was about to say goodbye to the housekeeper.

"I send you."

Hearing his voice, the housekeeper looked at Luo Minghan as if he was being pardoned.

Miao Cun looked up at him, then bent down to put on his shoes, "I'll take a taxi myself."

Luo Minghan stepped down the stairs and said in a gentle voice, "I'm worried."

What is there to worry about?Miao Cun tied the laces of his canvas shoes, feeling baffled.

"Boys should also protect themselves outside," Luo Minghan glanced at him, with a half-smile, "Especially the pretty ones."

Miao Cun turned his head and walked out, "nervous."

Luo Minghan grabbed his arm, and his voice was low and ambiguous: "...or stay here."

His wolfish ambition is obvious, Miao Cun looked at him coldly: "You are very skilled."

... There was a feeling that he was bluffing in Luo Yuanhe's face, it was so annoying.

It seems that this person can't be kept around, Luo Minghan has self-knowledge, he didn't make fun of himself, picked up the car key: "I will send you back and forth for an hour, next time you want to hit me, remember me, don't do it like that Heavy."

Miao Cun reminded him: "Don't mess with me. Nothing wrong with me."

Luo Minghan smiled slightly, and raised his hand to gently push his hair: "It's useful to say this before we know each other. It's too late now—" He looked back at Miao Cun who was bathed in the crystal lamp. , "I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

Perhaps it was because of the late night, the road conditions were good, and the journey was much faster than the way we came. Luo Minghan felt that he was still full of joy when he was approaching.Just as Miao Cun unbuckled his seat belt, he heard the door locked.He was dazed and wary: "What are you doing?"

Luo Minghan put one hand on the back of the co-pilot's seat and leaned over: "I helped you so much today, shouldn't I express my gratitude?"

Miao Cun leaned back tightly against the back of the chair, but the space was limited, where could he hide?

"...I said thank you." He narrowed his eyes and warned Luo Minghan with his eyes.

"not enough."

He was too close.

Miao Cun turned his face away, trying to avoid the aggressive scent of the other party's perfume, "...after I finish the exam," he gritted his teeth, and said with humiliation, "...please eat."

Luo Minghan still restrained him lazily: "Don't eat."

Like to eat or not!

Miao Cun ran out of patience: "What exactly do you want?"

Now that he has no flowers in his bosom, Luo Minghan doesn't have to worry about taking care of one thing and losing another.He squeezed Miao Cun's jaw, stared at him, forcing him to raise his face and open his lips.

Desire speaks for itself.

There was a faint smell of tobacco between his fingers, which wafted into Miao Cun's nose in the sealed compartment.

In fact, Luo Yuanhe is also a smoker, and when he gets bored with the painting, he will lie on the window sill and smoke.His studio is on the second floor of the Academy of Fine Arts. There is a small garden under the window sill. In the evening, the smell of vegetation will rise. Miao Cun lay down with him, smelling his smoke and the smell of vegetation.

"Mr. Luo, can you find inspiration by smoking?"

Luo Yuanhe smiled at him, and handed him the wet cigarette holder that had been sucked between his fingers, "Try to know."

Miao Cun didn't dare, it was like kissing.Once he kisses Teacher Luo, he will probably become even more ill.

Luo Minghan didn't know who Miao Cun remembered, and who he saw through his face.

He only knew that Miao Cun's eyes were in a trance and nostalgic, which made his experienced heart feel weightless.

He turned his head and kissed her seriously.

Miao Cun was shocked and didn't respond to him, but he didn't resist either.He just nervously but obediently let him hold his slender neck, clamp his chin, kiss him all over with fiery lips, suck him, and pry him open.

The tip of his tongue stuck in, and Miao Cun trembled as if in shock, before Luo Minghan pressed him into his arms more deeply and comfortingly.

He is like treating a stubborn but fragile bird, knowing how to smooth his feathers.

The sound of breathing became distinct, heavy, and hot in the compartment.

Maybe it's because Luo Minghan's kissing skills are so good, it's just kissing, but Miao Cun feels that he has already kissed and caressed him all over his body.

Consciousness sank, only a vague voice repeated...he was too depraved.He is exiling himself.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, but Miao Cun never opened them. Later, he simply rested his forehead on Luo Minghan's shoulder

It was a gesture that seemed shy, only he knew it wasn't.

Luo Minghan was caught off guard by him, as if every blood vessel had been brushed by a feather.Two arms folded behind Miao Cun's back, he hugged him tightly, "Miaomiao—"

Miao Cun closed his eyes and said exhaustedly: "Please don't talk."