The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

"Be good, don't cry, or people will think I'm bullying you."

In the underground parking lot, Yi Cheng kept wiping away his tears, as if he was about to finish crying for the past three years.

"It was you who bullied me!" Yi Cheng wiped his snot and tears on Fu Mixiao's clothes, while accusing him.

Fu Mixiao took out two pieces of candy from his coat pocket and stuffed them into Yi Cheng's hands, "Okay, okay, I bullied you, I was wrong, I was wrong, stop crying, okay?"

He wiped away the tears from the corners of Yi Cheng's eyes with his thumb, and pinched his cheek as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling, "If you cry again, I'll kiss you."

Hearing this, Yi Cheng frowned, twitched twice, and then gave Fu Mixiao a "bah", "Who did you learn from? Are you threatening me? Who would be afraid of you?!" It's not that I haven't kissed before!"

"Just... the TV series..."

Before Fu Mixiao finished speaking, Yi Cheng grabbed his collar forcefully and forced him to lower his head. The hat he had been holding fell to the ground, rolled around twice and then stopped beside the car.

The two looked at each other, and in the next second, Yi Cheng gently covered Fu Mixiao's thin lips with his lips, his lips were hot and soft, as if he wanted to melt Fu Mixiao's coldness.Feeling his temperature, Fu Mixiao took a step back subconsciously. This action undoubtedly angered Yi Cheng. He pushed hard, and the sound of his body colliding with the car was very clear in the parking lot. He pushed Fu Mixiao against the black car. On the SUV, he bit down hard.

The smell of blood filled his mouth immediately, he used that bite to vent his anger, without any desire/desire, he seemed to be punishing him in this way, punishing him for just taking a step back, punishing him for not saying goodbye , This throw is three years.

The smell of fresh blood became stronger and stronger, as if hangover soup had slipped into his throat, and Yi Cheng was suddenly sober as if someone had thrown ice water on him.

What the hell is he doing? !

What the hell is he crazy about?He actually forcibly kissed Fu Mixiao! !

Yi Cheng stopped his biting movements, took a step back slowly, raised his head slightly, and stared at Fu Mixiao's ruddy and slightly swollen thin lips with slightly drunk eyes. There were shallow ruptured wounds on the lips, bright red. Beads of blood gushed out from the wound and slowly flowed down the texture of the skin.

The guilt in his eyes flashed past, and just as he was about to say something, a warm hand clasped the back of his head, and the taste of blood permeated his mouth again, and the lips that had become hot from the wound , gentle and strong, making him unable to break free.

Those lips carefully traced the shape of his lips, and the intertwined hot breath brought a burst of numbness, he suffocated like drowning, he gave up all his thoughts, his legs became weak, his body lost strength, and he fell into Fu Mixiao's body. in the arms.

Fu Mixiao's back hit the side door of the car again, with even greater force than before, which directly triggered the car's alarm.

Amidst the piercing siren, Yi Cheng prayed in his heart that he would be able to break into pieces when he woke up tomorrow.

And, take it easy tomorrow.

……

"Fuck! My hat!"

In the villa at the DLJ base, I don’t know how many shots the sun was exposed to. Anyway, when the sun was about to set, Yi Cheng finally woke up.

The last image that flashed in his head before waking up was his ill-fated hat that fell on the front wheel of the car out of the corner of his eye.

God seems to have heard his call, he doesn't remember how he got back to the base, let alone whether he picked up his hat from the ground when he came back.

Shouldn't it be in the parking lot?

Yicheng felt like a carp, his headache was about to split, he knocked his head, and then he got up from the bed, planning to change his clothes and go to the parking lot to find a hat.

As soon as he took off his shirt, the door was pushed open. Shen Xingchi held a white peaked cap in his hand, met his eyes, was stunned, and screamed in the next second. The hat covers the eyes.

Yi Cheng's head hurt even more from the ear-piercing scream, and his eyebrows were knit together, "They're all men! What's your name?"

"Besides, I'm the one being watched! If you want to call, it's me, right?!"

Only then did Shen Xingchi reveal his eyes, and his ears turned red, "Brother Cheng...you have, there are strange marks on your body..."

?

Yi Cheng took a picture in front of the full-length mirror with his upper body naked. Good guy, it's true. On his neck and collarbone, there are several dark and shallow red marks.

So... what the hell did he do yesterday?

He closed his eyes and felt it with his heart. His waist didn't hurt, his butt... didn't hurt either. Apart from the hangover headache, there was no other abnormality in his body.

It doesn't look like that happened.

"Maybe it was bitten by a mosquito." He turned around and casually said something perfunctory to Shen Xingchi who followed over.

Although it is the end of November and early winter, he said that if there are mosquitoes, there will be mosquitoes.And with the IQ of his AD, he definitely wouldn't doubt it.

Sure enough, Shen Xingchi suddenly realized, "It turned out to be a mosquito, and I thought it was bitten by God Xiao."

"..." He didn't know if Fu Mixiao bit someone or not yesterday, but he... seemed to have bitten him, and someone bit him.

Yi Cheng shrank his neck, a little guilty, and casually took the peaked cap in Shen Xingchi's hand. The buckle of the cap was crookedly embroidered with the word "Xiao", and it was the one he thought he had lost.

The hat that was crumpled and dirty yesterday became clean at this moment, warmed by the sun, exuding a clear and pleasant fragrance, the hat was not lost, Yi Cheng's heart fell to the ground, and asked Shen Xing Chi, "Yesterday...how did I come back?"

"Ah yes, I almost forgot, Brother Cheng, wait a minute." Shen Xingchi slapped his forehead and ran out of the house, and came back with a casserole and soup bowl after a while.At this time, Yi Cheng had already put on his clothes and was playing with the reborn hat.

There was a familiar smell to it.

"Brother Cheng, this is the soup Xiao Shen made for you. He said that I will bring it to you when you wake up."

"..."

So what happened yesterday?

Yicheng looked at the soup bowl and was silent for a while, the tempting aroma seduced/attracted him, black-bone chicken and wild mushrooms, chopped green onion, red dates and goji berries floating on the soup, making people salivate.

Fu Mixiao has always been good at making soup.

He had no reason to make trouble with his stomach. After thinking for a while, he filled a bowl for himself and poured it into his stomach.

The warm soup slid down the esophagus into the stomach, warming the stomach, and relieved the headache a lot.

If Fu Mixiao was by his side, he would definitely knock on his head to make him drink more slowly.

It's a pity that he's not around, and Yicheng has only Shen Xingchi who doesn't know how to watch the occasion.

Shen Xingchi finished the task assigned to him by God Xiao, and began to recall what happened last night.

"Last night you drank too much, it was God Xiao who carried you back, and you slept soundly on his back, you're all pissed off."

"Cough cough cough..." Yi Cheng calmed down, put down the bowl, and said solemnly, "I don't."

Shen Xingchi didn't care about him, he opened up the chatter box and began to mutter on his own, "He carried you into the house, and then sent me out to fetch hot water, and when I came back with the water basin, I'll change into your pajamas." Alright. Then he wiped your face and hands with a towel, and wiped it carefully. You muttered in your mouth and didn’t know what to say, and you stopped people from leaving.”

Yi Cheng frowned even tighter, "You've been watching?"

"That's right," Shen Xingchi nodded and smiled, "I'm afraid he'll bully you while I'm not around, so let's take a look at the handsome guy."

"Xiao Shen is really handsome, and the bridge of his nose is super straight!"

Shen Xingchi has a cute appearance. He doesn't have any offensive power and is quite likable, but he is not satisfied with himself, especially his nose. He feels that the bridge of his nose is a bit collapsed, so he always subconsciously looks at people. Look at the nose first, as long as the bridge of the nose is straight, he is considered a handsome guy, "Xiao Shenshuai is handsome, but his aura is a bit cold, and it is not easy to get close to him."

"Aren't I handsome?" Yi Cheng interrupted his emotion and asked with raised eyebrows.

Shen Xingchi stared at the bridge of Yi Cheng's nose for two seconds, "You are handsome... Brother Cheng, you are also handsome, if you didn't cut this hairstyle, you would be even more handsome."

"..."

"Oh, brother Cheng, don't interrupt, listen to me, didn't Xiao Shen settle you down yesterday, and then he asked me to borrow the key to our base, and let me go back to sleep, while he took Take that hat of yours and walk in the direction of our laundry."

"Then, here comes the important point. I woke up at eight o'clock in the morning to drink water. As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the smell of chicken soup. Xiao Shen was leaning against the kitchen door, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, like a giant panda." Shen Xingchi looked at Yi Cheng's unfinished black chicken soup in the casserole, and swallowed, "But he is handsome even with dark circles, the kind of decadent handsome."

Yi Cheng served him a bowl of soup, and Fu Mixiao's face appeared in front of his eyes, but his attention was not on Fu Mixiao's dark circles at all, but on his thin lips that were torn and bleeding. When his wish was fulfilled, he broke the piece, but it wasn't completely broken. He clearly remembered the time when he kissed Fu Mixiao and bit him open.

His ears moved slightly, and he put the soup bowl in front of Shen Xingchi, "Don't be an idiot."

"Then he returned the key to me, and said that the soup would be ready for another half an hour, and let me warm it up for you when you wake up." Shen Xingchi took a sip of the soup contentedly, smacking his mouth like aftertaste , couldn't help sighing, "This soup that has been simmering for more than two hours is enough."

"Brother Cheng, if you want me to say, he didn't treat you that badly. He sent you back and took care of you. When Papo and I gave MiniRose to him, he threw him on the bed and left. He didn't even help change clothes, wash his face and wash his face." Hats, I didn’t sleep to make soup for you. No wonder they ate your CP, I was wondering before, but now I understand a little bit.”

Hearing what he said, Yi Cheng glared at him, "Eating can't stop your mouth."

He got up, picked up his coat from the hanger, and planned to go out to buy a pack of cigarettes.

It turned out that his coat pockets were bulging.

Put your hand in and take a look. It is full of orange-flavored fruit candies.

The corner of Yi Cheng's mouth hooked, he took one apart and put it in his mouth.

That person always does these boring things.

The author has something to say:

Fu Mixiao's lips were sore, it was bitten by his child whose hair was blown up.

The kid got a little drunk today, so he cried and laughed while grabbing him, muttering some local dialect.

After staying with Yi Cheng for a long time, Fu Mi Xiao Duoduo could understand his family's dialect a little bit, what he said was, "Don't go."

After pushing Shen Xingchi away, Fu Mixiao took out his pajamas from the closet. It was dark blue with a bear pattern on it, which was the style Yi Cheng would like.

He reached out to help the child change his clothes, without any intention of profanity at all, and it was the drunk man who had a strange idea.

Yi Cheng changed his clothes halfway, wrapped his arms around his neck, looked at him sideways with blurred eyes, "Do you want me?"

Fu Mixiao didn't answer, but his Adam's apple twitched, and continued to help Yi Cheng change his clothes.

Yicheng was very dissatisfied with his reaction, and stalked him like an octopus, "Do you want to do it?"

Fu Mixiao shook his head, pinched his nose, "Don't talk nonsense."

Yicheng immediately showed an expression about to cry again, "Am I not attractive to you now?"

Fu Mixiao sighed, and could only stamp his exquisite collarbone to prove that he loved him as much as before.

When he got up, he pinched the drunken man's face, "It's not that I don't want to, I'm afraid you'll regret it when you're sober."

The drunken man looked at him in confusion, but he woke up something, Fu Mixiao got up to help Yi Cheng hang up his coat, and the few cigarettes in the coat pocket fell to the ground.

Fu Mixiao bent down to pick it up, and confiscated the cigarette, "Little friend, it's better to go with candy."