The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

The two got rid of the two guys holding the electric shock batons and entered the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, a strong salty smell came to the nostrils, Yi Cheng couldn't help frowning.

On the left side of the room is a red wooden bed with curtains, next to it is a wooden round table and two matching round stools, and behind the round stools is a huge screen.

The owner was not in this compartment. Yi Cheng and Fu Mixiao crossed the screen and continued searching. Beside the screen was a huge dark red coffin. Inside the coffin was a golden brocade. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red bow tie, and his complexion was pale. The man with two long fangs exposed was quietly sleeping, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Yi Cheng looked at the antique bed on the other side of the screen, and then at the person in the coffin full of foreign flavors, he couldn't laugh or cry, "... a combination of Chinese and Western?"

Before Fu Mixiao could speak, the walkie-talkie rang again.

"Chen Jiaojiao has successfully arrived at the Patriarch's room and found the Patriarch, please continue to complete the task."

"No, what dance do you want me to dance?" Yi Cheng frowned at the walkie-talkie, hoping to get an answer from the other party, but the other party just repeated it mercilessly.

"Chen Jiaojiao, please continue to complete the task."

I don’t know if it’s preconceived, but when Yicheng thought about what dance he would dance, he couldn’t think of any other options except K/DA’s "POPSTAR". Is that... the National Broadcasting Gymnastics for Middle School Students?

Ahri is Yicheng's natal hero. As soon as K/DA went online, he ran over to support him, and even helped his wife break the position with others.

"You...turn around." Before starting to dance, Yi Cheng turned Fu Mixiao's body away from her, "No peeking!"

"This is going to be broadcast on the whole web, why don't you let me watch it?" Although Fu Mixiao turned around, he still protested to Yi Cheng.

"Dancing in front of your face is different from watching a video!" Yi Cheng settled him down, trotted to the side of the coffin, Fu Mixiao listened to his footsteps, very gentlemanly did not look back, smiled helplessly, muttered something conscience.

The dance of "POPSTAR" is simple. When Yicheng danced, he remembered the beautiful figure of his wild wife Ari. He didn't notice that the person in the coffin was secretly staring at him with his eyes open. Wretched smile.

Wu Kankan danced again, the walkie-talkie rang again, and the alarm in the house sounded along with the notification from the staff, the red lights kept flashing, and the staff spoke very urgently, "Chen Jiaojiao, the bride of the earl, woke up the sleeping Count, get on the bed quickly! Get on the bed quickly! Hold your breath!"

According to the staff's instructions, Yi Cheng and Fu Mixiao quickly jumped onto the bed, and Yi Cheng hid in Fu Mixiao's arms, covering his mouth with his hands, not daring to breathe.

The guy in the tuxedo jumped out of the coffin, swaggered to the bedside, searched for his prey, and muttered something.

"My bride, where is my bride~"

"My bride, let me drink your sweet blood, let me be drunk with your charming fragrance!"

……

It's just embarrassing and sick.

Yi Cheng was afraid at first, after all, the character card he drew, Chen Jiaojiao, seemed to be the bride's wife, and she was clearly coming for him, so of course he was afraid.But he was afraid, and the more he listened to this man, the more he felt something was wrong, he poked Fu Mixiao secretly, pointed to the guy who was still chattering over there trying to scare people, and said, "Do you think his voice is a bit familiar? "

"Well, it seems to be..." Fu Mixiao nodded, before he finished speaking, the man came closer again, his face was close to Yi Cheng's, and took the opportunity to pinch him several times.

"Fuck!"

Thanks to him getting close, Yi Cheng, who was trembling with fright, confirmed his conjecture. He suddenly broke free from Fu Mixiao's embrace, grabbed the man's hair, and cursed, "Okay, you!" Liu Ziye! Playing tricks to scare me! Watch me knock out your teeth!"

After yelling, he hammered Liu Ziye wildly, not only knocking out the fake fangs in his mouth, but also knocking off the wig on his head.

The direction of the development of the matter was too weird. The staff who were staring at the surveillance rushed to the scene to maintain order. The teammates of Zhidou and other NPCs in the next room also rushed over and quickly separated the two.

Although Liu Ziye is taller than Yi Cheng, he is weaker and weaker than Yi Cheng who is running amok. Of course, he himself does not admit this. According to our sister-in-law, he just feels sorry for his sister-in-law and is reluctant to fight back. That's all.

The duel between the two ended in Liu Ziye's defeat. Liu Ziye's loss just happened to be convenient for him to stand on the moral high ground and condemn Yi Cheng's team bullying behavior. He screamed and yelled, and everyone surrounded him .

Yi Cheng stood in the shadow by the wall, swollen with anger, like a little squirrel with a mouth full of pine nuts.Fu Mixiao was standing beside him, taking advantage of the time when everyone's attention was attracted by Liu Ziye, he turned off the body cameras that he and Yi Cheng carried on their heads, leaned down, and placed a light touch on Yi Cheng's lips. Kiss, coax gently.

"Don't be angry."

In the room escape game, the Earl's Bride beat up the big boss and announced the challenger's victory.

After finally going out for a trip, everyone had a hot pot together, and this was the start of their week-long vacation.

A week's vacation is not considered long, and it passed in a flash. Except for those who live in the local area, or those who have a relationship like Liu Ziye, everyone else returned to the base obediently.

After a tiring day, these night owls rarely go back to bed early.

Yi Cheng also went back to the house, took a fragrant shower, and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He sat up from the bed, embraced the "female star" that Fu Mixiao gave him, and stared at the wall. Fu Mixiao was next door. He didn't know what he was doing at this moment. He remembered that during the game in the afternoon, Fu Mixiao held him in his arms, and remembered that even if he violated the rules, he would accompany him to do solo missions, a certain string in his heart was plucked, and he wanted to see him all the more.

So, he raised his hand and tapped the wall in front of him rhythmically twice.

No one responded to him, I don't know if he didn't hear him or fell asleep.

He knocked harder twice more.

Still no one responded, he finally lost his composure, threw Lina Bell in his arms aside, and stepped out of the room with his slippers on.

No one answered even when he knocked on the door, Yi Cheng thought that Fu Mixiao had gone out, rolled his eyes, and decided to give him a surprise.

The password to Fu Mixiao's room is not difficult to guess, but this kind of easy guess is only for Yi Cheng to guess.He hardly gave up any effort, a series of numbers flashed in his head, and he entered them with confidence, and the door opened.

There was only a dim night light turned on in the room, and the sound of water coming from the bathroom, it turned out that Fu Mixiao was taking a bath.

The water from the shower head fell on the tiled floor, and the sound was clear despite the door.Listening to the sound of water, Yi Cheng felt hot all over, some immoral thoughts popped up in his head, and his face turned red.

Fu Mixiao took a shower not far away, and there was only one door between them. Yi Cheng struggled to restrain his urge to rush into the bathroom, and plunged into Fu Mixiao's bed.

His bed sheets are dark gray, stained with the refreshing smell of Fu Mixiao's usual shower gel, mixed with the smell of sunshine, making people intoxicated, addicted, and even more exciting.

Yi Cheng rubbed his head against Fu Mixiao's pillow again and again, as if other people's bed was easier to sleep on than his.

But his carnival by himself didn't last long, and the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Yicheng became nervous like a child who broke a vase at home when he heard his mother's door opening.

He didn't know how to face Fu Mixiao, so he simply lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, with his back turned to the night light on the bedside table, to prevent Fu Mixiao from seeing his expression clearly and finding out that he was pretending.

The sound of a hair dryer came from the bathroom, Yi Cheng put himself in a pose that he thought was perfect, and even grabbed a corner of the quilt to cover his stomach, and then he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

After a while, the hair dryer stopped working, and the bathroom door opened and closed. Yi Cheng didn't open his eyes, but he imagined Fu Mixiao's alluring appearance just out of the bath.

It's hotter now.

Fu Mixiao looked at the intruder lying on the bed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.Yi Cheng was wearing dark blue silk pajamas, the top was buttoned carelessly, and his delicate collarbone could be easily seen, the color of the pajamas and bed sheets reflected his fairer skin, and his slender ankles and wrists were exposed to the air Medium, but not weak, there is vitality in every joint.He closed his eyes quietly, breathing steadily, his eyelashes trembling slightly, but Fu Mixiao knew that he was awake.

Hanging the towel around his neck, Fu Mixiao sat beside him.

The mattress sagged, and Yi Cheng felt the invasion of the familiar breath, instinctively felt nervous, and his body moved unconsciously.

Naturally, this tiny movement could not escape Fu Mixiao's eyes, the smile on his face grew wider, and he raised his hand to caress Yi Cheng's soft cheek.

His fingertips slid across every part of Yi Cheng's face, from eyebrows, to eyes, to nose, and finally settled on his lips.His movements were gentle, rubbing gently and repeatedly on Yi Cheng's lips, which made Yi Cheng's eyelashes tremble more violently, and even had an urge to put his fingers in his mouth.

When Yi Cheng was considering whether to reveal the fact that he was still awake, Fu Mixiao took his hand back, which made Yi Cheng feel infinitely lonely and annoyed that he hadn't taken action earlier.

The man first put a kiss on his hair, and then began to stroke his hair with his hands in a slow and slow manner, as if he was caressing a sleeping cat leisurely.

"It's time to test people again." His voice was also soft, with a bit of helplessness, and more of his love for the person lying in front of him.

Yi Cheng didn't sleep, so when he heard his words, his ears moved accordingly, and the tips of his ears turned red.

That gentle palm seemed to carry an electric current, making him feel numb all over his body, and his bones became soft. Yi Cheng seemed to suddenly understand why most cats like human touch, after all, it is really a comfortable thing.

Along with the warm hand, his heart began to move around. After swallowing a few times, he suddenly had the courage to speak and finally broke the silence in the room.

"I do not have."

Yi Cheng turned his head and met Fu Mixiao's eyes, which were shining brightly.

"Oh?" Fu Mixiao narrowed his eyes, like a beast watching his prey patiently, he was smiling, and seemed to be in a good mood, "Then what made you send yourself to my bed?"

"Maybe..." Yi Cheng hooked his hand at him, hooked his arm around his neck when he approached his head, and with a clever trick, easily dragged him onto the bed and pressed him down, "It's pure I want to seduce you."

Fu Mixiao's height is [-], and he can run several kilometers effortlessly with Yi Cheng on his back. He can be easily "subdued" by Yi Cheng. Take what you pay for and have fun doing it.

"Didn't I promise you..." He felt ashamed just thinking about certain words. With a high-spirited and arrogant look, "I am willing to bet and admit defeat, my young master is not a person who does not keep his word."

"Oh?" Fu Mixiao raised his eyebrows, he just loved his appearance, with a dazzling smile on his face, "Are you ready?"

Yi Cheng remembered that day in the kitchen, when Fu Mixiao took the yogurt-flavored popsicle and stirred it in his mouth, the picture was not at all pale, but the more he thought about it, the more he blushed.

Is it because his own thoughts are too dirty?

Ever since he indulged with Fu Mixiao on the day of the Spring Festival, apart from competitions and training, he has no time and no energy to think about these messy things. Counting with his fingers, he can live this kind of monk life for three or four months. , it's no wonder that he is very dry.

On the day Chunjue won, he secretly went to Liu Ziye to study, but this kind of thing, learning is learning, and practicing is another matter. Yi Cheng feels that his talent is amazing, and no man feels that he is here. There is no talent in this kind of thing, but that is self-deception. When he really gets used to it, Yi Cheng finds that he still needs to practice in frustration.

Fu Mixiao looked at him with squinted eyes. If he was asked to express his feelings, he would most likely shake his head hesitant to speak, but when he looked at Yi Cheng's serious and careful face, he suddenly felt that even if he knocked him with his teeth, It's worth it.

What's more, the guy in front of him had a blushing face, and looked at him from time to time with a pair of steamy eyes, as if begging for his affirmation, Fu Mixiao's heart was instantly filled, and he felt that this appearance was particularly attractive Human beings are even more addictive than the scene he imagined when he saw Yi Cheng's innocent face talking about popsicles.

But the young master is just the young master, after all he couldn't do the job of serving others, Fu Mixiao didn't enjoy it for long, and he yelled that his cheeks were sore, and he was no longer willing to do it.

Fu Mixiao had no choice, nor did he force him, so he did it for him himself.

It made Yi Cheng stare, and instantly noticed the difference in human beings. He even kicked Fu Mixiao's shoulder, wanting to ask who he practiced with before.

Fu Mixiao didn't bother arguing with him about this matter, holding back his anger made him even more tired.

Sure enough, when Yi Cheng was moaning and moaning on the bed, he didn't even bother to lift his arms, he just wanted to sleep quickly, and he didn't wonder where Fu Mixiao learned this technique.

Fu Mixiao held him in his arms, stroking his fluffy hair, if possible, he really wanted to take apart Yi Cheng's little head, and see what kind of mess was inside.

He practiced a fart with others.

He is self-taught.

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