The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

I drank in a hurry just now, the wine flowed down the corner of Yi Cheng's mouth, and his head started to feel dizzy, although he didn't want to admit it, but Yi Cheng suddenly felt that what Fu Mixiao said was right, he was just a brat, not suitable for drinking Such a strong drink.

A kid may not be suitable for drinking, but no one said that a kid can't love people.

He wants to use his passion and enthusiasm to embrace the person in front of him.

He wanted to hug him, but his body was staggering, thanks to Fu Mixiao who helped him in time.

There was a touch of warmth from the corner of his lips, and Fu Mixiao wiped it carefully on the corner of his mouth. The lines of his thumb touched the delicate skin, and after gently rubbing, it seemed that static electricity was generated, it was hot, and there was a slight tingling pain.

Yi Cheng leaned in his arms, clinging to his firm chest, watching him lick the liquid off his thumb, his movements were quick and natural, but in Yi Cheng's eyes, it was like a slow motion of a movie, he One can even clearly see the tip of Fu Mixiao's dexterous pink tongue.Yi Cheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the desire that was already rolling in his chest became more violent.

Unintentional seduction is the most deadly. This action is like pouring a large bucket of oil on the small flame in Yi Cheng's chest. The fire is fast and burning, and his body is hot. It's full of immoral content.

Opening his mouth, he felt that he was about to turn into a little charmander and perform a fire-breathing throat on the spot. He rehearsed the draft thousands of times in his mind, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Maybe what he drank just now wasn't wine at all, it was the kind of Mi medicine that Fu Mixiao personally brewed for him, the unsolvable kind.

At this time, the provocative guy wiped his hands clean with a tissue, and patted Yi Cheng's back lightly, with a gentle tone, but he was not covered by the loud music around him.Yi Cheng felt that his voice was really too pleasant, as long as he spoke, the world would automatically mute.

"Speak slowly, don't rush, I'm listening."

Yi Cheng stared at his thin lips, touching them lightly up and down when speaking, making people want to taste it.He always felt that those lips had a faint mint aroma, like a cool and soft ice cream in summer, refreshing and sweet.

He kissed Fu Mixiao, even though it was only a light touch, even though he didn't taste the ice cream.

But he still finds it sweet.

sweet heart.

People are always greedy. Once they have the same thing, they want more. He has a child-like pure and superficial bobo, and now he wants an intense kiss exclusively for adults.

Fu Mixiao still patted him on the back lightly, treating him gently and patiently like a child.But the little boy had a twisted mind, where he was touched, the hairs stood up even through the clothes, and every pore was clamoring for his longing.

He clenched his fist tightly, and he didn't feel pain when his nails sank into his palm.

Pretending to be a coward with wine, what the ancestor said is indeed true, not to mention that Yi Cheng has never been a coward, there was a girl in the class who loved studying tarot cards when she was in school, and every student in the class was hers The subject of the experiment, once she took Yi Cheng to test his personality, and asked what kind of person he thought Yi Cheng was from the Tarot cards, and the first card that fell out was the third Queen of the Major Arcana.

"What does this card mean..." The girl explained to Yi Cheng while cutting the card, "It means that you are enthusiastic, lively and a little tsundere, and you are happy every day."

"It's just a little frizzy. When things happen, I never think carefully, and I just do it when there is a slight hint. Look at this picture, Knight of Wands, you are very powerful..."

Yicheng didn't take it seriously at the time, we are good young people who grew up under the influence of scientific socialism, and we don't engage in feudal superstition.But looking at it now, Yi Cheng felt more and more that what the classmate said was reasonable, because he put his hand on Fu Mixiao's chest without his brain's consent at this time, and grabbed the skirt of his shirt with all his strength, the fabric on his chest was all shattered. Wrinkled by him, he still didn't let go of him.

"Fu Mixiao."

He called his name again, and Fu Mixiao responded modestly and gently.

"I am not angry……"

"I watched a movie yesterday..."

"I didn't mean to hide from you..."

"I just saw two men in the toilet..."

The sentences that he had thought up before were typed out of order, fragmented and out of order, and jumped out like peas. He didn't even know what he was talking about, but Fu Mixiao understood.

"En." Fu Mixiao listened carefully, while playing with the dull hair on his head with his hands. Yi Cheng has always been dishonest and careless when sleeping, and when he wakes up, his hair will always curl up, and he can't even press it down.

"They're...doing..." Yi Cheng took a breath, but still couldn't utter the hot words nakedly, "I think...you and me..."

"No! I didn't think about it! I didn't think about anything!"

He shook his head like a rattle, and vehemently denied it, which meant that there was no 300 taels of silver here.

Fu Mixiao's hand stroking his hair stopped, and then his smile rippled, his eyes crooked, "So you avoid me because you're shy?"

"I didn't!"

Seeing that he understood, Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief. According to him, he was still young at the time, at the age of the first love, and he couldn't utter any ambiguous words. Now, the flirtatious words are flying, without blushing. .

The years are ruthless, leaving all those innocence and youthfulness in the past.

Fu Mixiao looked at himself silently, as if thinking, Yicheng quickly seized the opportunity, and Wang Po sold herself like a melon, fearing that Fu Mixiao would not like it, "Don't worry, my skills are good."

It’s okay if I don’t say this sentence, Fu Mixiao’s brows were tightly frowned as soon as he finished speaking. Obviously, Yicheng did not grasp the core needs of "customers", and his self-promotion skills still need to be improved. If he changes his career to If you are engaged in sales, your performance may be on the downswing.

"You know again?" Fu Mixiao twitched his lips, his eyes flashed a look of inquiry, and he muttered to himself, "That's right, you don't need any skills while lying down."

It's a pity that Yi Cheng didn't hear it, he was trying his best to demonstrate his study results last night, trying to convince Fu Mixiao to believe in him.

"I watched two movies last night!" He confidently stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Fu Mixiao's eyes, "I can still recall the plot now, theoretically there is no problem at all , it’s just a matter of practice!”

"So you asked me to practice?" He rubbed Yi Cheng's hair, and the smile on his face rippled like ripples.

Looking at his intoxicating smile, Yi Cheng's body swayed slightly, and his watery eyes narrowed slightly, even he himself couldn't figure out whether this reaction was due to drunkenness or because of Fu Mixiao's smile.He was very satisfied with the warmth from Fu Mixiao's palm when he stroked his hair. If he was a cat, there would be a purring sound in his throat; if he was a puppy, he would wag his tail happily .

But he is neither a cat nor a dog, he is just a little ghost who just fell in love, eager and curious about things, but he can't find a clue at all.

"My little mid laner has grown up." Fu Mixiao suddenly pinched his face lightly. This kind of stimulation made him sober up instantly, and then he fell into a deeper intoxication.

Yi Cheng got drunk and pressed his forehead against Fu Mixiao's shoulder, and heard Fu Mixiao pat his back lightly, whispering in his ear:

"Unfortunately not big enough."

The man turned him down.

The man was so gentle even when he rejected him.

"You are still a child."

Before Yi Cheng could speak, Fu Mixiao hugged him easily, Yi Cheng wrapped his hands around his neck, buried his head in the crescent of his neck, and while he was half asleep and half awake, he still wrapped his legs tightly around Fu Mi Xiao's waist looked like a big koala, he was a little worried that he would slip off Fu Mixiao's body.

Fu Mixiao supported his buttocks with one hand, and wrapped his waist with the other, as if seeing through his worries, he smiled, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

"Sleep for a while when you're sleepy, and we'll go back soon," Fu Mixiao was always gentle when he treated Yi Cheng, and when he lowered his voice, his tone was extraordinarily sexy, and he whispered dotingly in Yi Cheng's ear, " kid."

In the past, Yi Cheng would have been delighted by such an intimate address, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel his nose sore.

What a kid!

Fu Mixiao always treats him like a child!

But obviously this guy is only one year older than him!

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he almost shed tears, but thinking that he was no longer a child, he bit his lip and forcefully held back the tears.

Today, he must show Fu Mixiao his adult side!

Fu Mixiao walked out of the bar with Yi Cheng on his back, and stopped a taxi by the side of the road. Just as he sat down in the back seat, Yi Cheng leaned close to him like a cat and lay on his lap.Fu Mixiao always possessed magical powers, he made Yicheng feel warm and at ease, as long as he was near him, no matter how noisy the surroundings were, Yicheng could always have a good dream.

Helping Yi Cheng to find the most comfortable position on his lap, Fu Mixiao took out his mobile phone and reported the movement to his other two teammates. He clicked on the chat box of MiniRose, and Yi Cheng saw everything. .

Xiao: I'm going back first, my kid is asleep.

Yi Cheng became annoyed when he saw the three words "children", and he became sober as if he had come back to life, and grabbed Fu Mixiao's cell phone. It happened that MiniRose replied the message at this time.

Rose (Handsome): Isn't it?He fell asleep now?Such food? !

These words ignited the young master's anger, Yi Cheng took Fu Mixiao's mobile phone, and danced his thumbs on the screen, turning all the unwillingness and grievance in his stomach tonight into anger, and vented it on Mini Rose.

Xiao: What are you farting!

Xiao: You are talented!I bother!

Xiao: I am your loving father, how can I speak ill of my father behind his back?

……

After some quality training, Yi Cheng returned the mobile phone to Fu Mixiao. He also felt that his behavior of stealing people's things was a bit impolite, and cursing people was also very disrespectful, so he buried his head in Fu Mixiao's leg like an ostrich. I would rather hold back and not look at him.

Rose (Handsome): ?

Rose (Handsome): Xiao, your account has been hacked?

Xiao: No, my cat was stepping on the screen just now.

After Fu Mixiao returned, he put the phone aside and stroked Yi Cheng's fluffy hair.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Yi Cheng nodded, still maintaining the original posture.

"That's good." After Fu Mixiao finished speaking, he paused, and then coughed lightly, "Your current posture...is a bit strange."

Yicheng: ...

The author has something to say:

Yi Cheng (super fierce): Am I not old enough?Where am I not big enough?Um?

On weekdays, there is a high probability that it will be impossible at nine o’clock qwq

It's almost eight o'clock when the social animals arrive home, and they have to cook for themselves. I wanted to catch up with the midnight, but I can't catch up with the midnight, oh my good food qwq

I will send it after I finish writing it, the babies can go to bed early, and then come back to see it the next day~

This chapter has not corrected the typo, qwq