What do you want to do

Looking at the sleeping face so close, Feng Mo's heart was beating so fast that even he could hear the sound.

He was tense, more tense than ever.

Because he was too close, he could clearly see the fine and shallow hairs on Zeno's face.

I sigh again, Zeno's skin is better than that of women, and the pores are so small that they are almost invisible.

The skin that can be broken by blowing bombs is used to describe a woman, but it seems to be suitable for Zeno.

When Zeno fell asleep, his breathing was shallow and there was no sound, no more than the rough nasal voice of some boys. The warm breath exhaled from his nasal cavity just sprayed on the tip of Feng Mo's nose, which felt itchy.

Unable to help himself, Feng Mo moved a little closer, nose to nose.

Brat, the tip of his nose is cold.

Thinking of this in his heart, Feng Mo slowly moved his chin, and his lips gently pressed against the tip of his cold nose, his heart pounding.

"Hmm..." It seemed to be itching, Zeno frowned, his eyelashes trembling slightly was obviously the rhythm of waking up.

Feng Mo quickly sat up straight, his tense neck started to burn.

Unfortunately, Zeno just moved his body, then tilted his head and continued to sleep.

Feng Mo exhaled slowly, it really scared him to death.

His actions and reactions just now were like those of a child who has done something wrong and is afraid that his parents will know. He was so nervous and apprehensive, but he was so excited.

If you do this kind of thing once and you don’t get caught, you will want to do it a second time. Feng Mo waited for a while, and he was overjoyed to see that Zeno didn’t wake up. pink lips.

Zeno's lips were a little peeled and dry, but Feng Mo felt that the slightly cold but soft feeling was really better than all the things he had eaten.

He didn't know why he had the urge to kiss Zino, this was his first kiss, and he felt very happy when his first kiss was given to a boy.Without the slightest sense of nausea, he wanted more.

Slowly raising his head, moving lightly, and slightly away, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to gently lick Zeno's dry lower lip, moistening it.

"Hmm..." Zeno frowned and snorted again.

Feng Mo didn't dodge like a frightened bird this time, but tilted his head back slightly, staring straight at Qino.

Zeno pouted, and then...

Open your eyes.

"Hey!" The face in front of him was startled.

Blinking his eyes, he held his breath, licked his lips subconsciously, looked at Feng Mo puzzled, and opened his mouth, "What are you doing?"

Feng Mo's breathing became a little heavier, just now he saw Zeno's tongue, the red tip of his tongue was licking his lips, the lips he had kissed and licked just now.

"I want to kiss you." He leaned closer, his lips pressed against Zeno's, and his voice came out of his throat.

Zeno froze because of his movements. When he spoke, his lips quivered, rubbing his own lips, it was itchy, but he didn't hate it.

"...Feng Mo..." His hands were held by Feng Mo and pressed against his abdomen with one hand, and he couldn't push him away.

"Huh?" There was a deep smile in Feng Mo's eyes, and then he pressed his lips with some force.

"..." Subconsciously, Zeno closed his eyes, his action pleased Feng Mo, he raised his other hand and pressed it on the back of his head, and then his domineering tongue penetrated into Zeno's mouth, prying open his false closure. licked his tongue directly, and then sucked his lips and the tip of his tongue.

Zeno froze completely, opened his eyes abruptly, looked at Feng Mo, and met his gaze.He could only see himself in Feng Mo's eyes, he could feel the temperature on his face gradually rising, he could hear Feng Mo's beating heart like his own, and he could also feel that Feng Mo was nervous.

Because his hands were trembling unconsciously.

Somehow, this irritable but cautious kiss made him feel sore, and then he moved his tongue, gently responding to Feng Mo.

Tongue against tongue.

His response made Feng Mo ecstatic, and he sucked the tip of his tongue even harder, as if he wanted to suck Zeno's tongue into his stomach before giving up.

"Hmm!!" Zeno shook his hands and tilted his head to avoid his passionate kiss.

Feng Mo let go of him, stepped back a little, looked at the red lips that had been sucked by him, and leaned over to kiss him again.

"It hurts." Zeno frowned, pushing him with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, his tongue was numb and he was about to lose consciousness.

"Cough," Feng Mo coughed unnaturally, Jun blushed, raised his hand to touch his ear, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm not a novice, just practice more."

"..." Novice?You are a novice, you still kiss so hard!

Zeno stared and looked at him angrily.

It's just that he can't tell that he is angry now, his face flushed slightly from the kiss, coupled with his moist black eyes, staring like he is inviting Feng Mo to come again .

Feng Mo really leaned over, intending to kiss again.

Unfortunately, Zeno covered his mouth and pushed him hard.

Feng Mo leaned forward with all his strength, and Zeno pushed him away with all his strength, and the final result caused Feng Mo's handsome face to change a bit, but he was still handsome.

Squinting his eyes maliciously, Feng Mo raised his hand and pulled his hand away, but he didn't let go, but held it in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Cold?"

Zeno's hands were cold.

"Scared by you." Taking a deep breath, Zeno looked at him, pursed his lips, and asked in puzzlement, "Why?"

Why did you kiss him, why did you look at him like that?

"I don't know, I just want to kiss, I just don't want to see you get so close to others, I want to lock you by my side, no one will show me, no one is allowed to touch me." With domineering words, deep eyes, Feng Mo declared own possessiveness.

He knew that from the day he met Zeno, he became interested in him like a demon, cared about him, missed him, and treated him well, these were all his instinctive reactions.

Just like what he said, he wanted to do it, and he did it.

"...Do you like me?" Zeno licked his lips and asked in a low voice with some uncertainty.

If he was confessed by two men in one day, would he be lucky or unlucky?

"What do you mean by liking? Zeno, are you playing exciting sensory games like those children?" Feng Mo sneered, let go of his hands, raised his arms under his suspicious eyes, and lifted his thin body The body is hugged in my arms.

"I don't like you." There were only five words, and he spoke slowly, with a smile in his voice.

Zeno froze for a moment, then slowly raised his hand, embraced Feng Mo, raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head and rubbed his face on Feng Mo's shoulder, and responded softly: "Well, I don't like you either."

The time between them is too short, it's too difficult to say they like it, sometimes it's too fake to say they like something, look for it, so what if you like it or not?

He is still him, and Feng Mo is still Feng Mo.

Obviously, Feng Mo was very satisfied with Qino's answer, tilted his head and kissed his ear, and laughed softly.

"Nonuo, you really surprised me."

"Yeah." Zeno moved his head as a nod, then patted him on the back, and muttered, "I'm hungry, let's go eat."

He would not ask Feng Mo the questions he asked Wu Tian just now, because he knew that Feng Mo's answer would definitely satisfy him.

But just because he didn't ask, doesn't mean Feng Mo didn't say anything.

During the meal, Feng Mo asked the waiter for a small room for four, and then dragged Zeno in.

Because it was the first time here, he didn't know what dishes their house had, so he spread his hands and left the ordering to Feng Mo.

Four dishes and one soup came out quickly, Feng Mo ordered another bucket of rice, smiled when he saw Qino's wide-eyed eyes, stretched out his hand and gestured, "It's just a small bamboo tube, you don't need to be so surprised."

"It smells so good." Smelling the smell and looking at the four dishes on the table, Zeno said in surprise.

Delicious vegetarian fish, vegetarian jade granules, vegetarian roast goose, vegetarian stir-fry, plus a vegetarian assorted mushroom soup, just looking at him began to swallow.

Although it is not as exquisite as the table he ate just now, it is more tempting to his taste buds.

Feng Mo raised his hand to serve him a bowl of rice that smelled like rice, and handed it over.

He put the soup in an empty bowl by his hand.

"Can I eat?" Zeno bit the tip of his chopsticks, and looked up at Feng Mo.

It smells really good, I really want to eat it.

"Well, drink some soup first, to drive away the cold." Feng Mo nodded, motioning him to drink the soup.

Zeno leaned over and sniffed it, scooped some up with a porcelain spoon and blew it, then put it in his mouth, and after drinking it slowly, he widened his eyes and murmured, "It smells like meat."

"After all, it's a shop, and it's not a temple. It will definitely use chicken soup or big bone soup. Is it good?" Feng Mo picked up the chopsticks and put the vegetables on his small plate, looking at him with a smile.

"It's delicious." After taking two mouthfuls of soup, he picked up his rice bowl and started eating.

When eating, Zeno didn't move much, and basically only ate the dishes that were close to him, and he couldn't stretch out his chopsticks to pick up the dishes that were farther away.

Feng Mo knew his habit, so he was very happy to put the dishes he didn't pick up on his plate, and watched him eat with squinted eyes.

I am very satisfied.

"What did you tell Wu Tian just now?" Feng Mo asked casually after two mouthfuls of food.

Zeno stopped chewing, curled his lips, opened his mouth to eat the mushrooms that Feng Mo had brought, chewed and swallowed, and then said: "I just asked him if he would come out to the family for me."

"Oh? Then why didn't you ask me?" Feng Mo raised his eyebrows, and filled another bowl of soup and put it aside to dry.

"Then just pretend I'm asking you, how do you answer?" Zeno sniffed his nose and wiped the sweat on the tip of his nose with a tissue.

He actually ate hot, which is too rare.

God knows that he won't sweat even if he eats hot pot at home in winter, but now he actually feels warm and sweaty.

"Is it hot?" Feng Mo stretched out his hand to touch his ears, and nodded with a smile, "His dishes contain a small amount of traditional Chinese medicine. You have poor blood circulation, so you are afraid of the cold. Do more activities in the future and soak in hot water at night." Your feet will be much better."

"Oh, I see." Zeno nodded obediently, then looked at Feng Mo and said, "Answer my question, will you come out to my family for me?"

"What's the point of answering that?" Feng Mo looked at Qino like an idiot, especially disdainful.