The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

Iceland, Reykjavik.

A week passed in a hurry, and before the traces of Fu Mixiao left on Yi Cheng had completely dissipated, they arrived at the venue where the MSI was held.

As soon as I got off the plane, the cold wind blows in my face, blowing away all the laziness in Yicheng's one-week vacation.He tightened his long padded jacket, and quietly followed behind Fu Mixiao. This man was tall and his clothes were still open in the cold wind, which was just right for him to keep out the wind.He followed behind others like a small tail. He was afraid of the cold. He lowered his head and wished he could huddle up. He concentrated on looking at the road under his feet. He didn't even notice that the person in front stopped suddenly. He bumped into someone's back in a daze.

"Well……"

"Look at your cold." After Fu Mixiao finished speaking, he pulled him into his arms, and wrapped him tightly with the same style of padded clothes.

Yi Chenggang was still complaining in his heart that he wanted demeanor rather than temperature, and he still opened his arms in such a cold day, so that open arms were used to wrap him.

For the time being, it can be regarded as a kind of tacit understanding.

The two walked at the end of the line, slowly, like a full-fledged bear, wobbling and moving. Yi Cheng was surrounded by Fu Mixiao's breath, and he had already shifted his attention from the cold to other messy places. Fortunately, no one noticed them, and the weather was cold, so Yicheng didn't have to bother to hide his flushed cheeks.

They arrived at the residence last, so they were assigned to the same room by the way.

Yi Cheng sat at the table, didn't bother to unpack his luggage, and was thinking about something to have for supper. Fu Mixiao had just finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom, with the horn button on his neck carelessly exposed.

This is a button on his clothes, but Yi Cheng forgot what he did with it in the end, anyway, for some reason, this button returned to Fu Mixiao's neck.

The two have known each other for five years, and their relationship has always been weird, and they can't explain it clearly. Yi Cheng searched around in his brain, and it seems that he really didn't give Fu Mixiao any serious gift, if the first kiss is not counted.

Therefore, he didn't investigate why the button returned to Fu Mixiao's neck, but just waved and asked him what you eat.

Fu Mixiao leaned over, feeling refreshed after taking a bath, his skin temperature was higher than usual, causing Yi Cheng Xiaolu to slam into it, he moved to the side unnaturally, but unexpectedly, he was caught by this person, Grabbing his hand, she pulled him onto her lap.

"I'll eat what you eat." Fu Mixiao wrapped his arms around his waist, and put his head lightly on Yi Cheng's shoulder. His hair was not completely dry, and it exuded a faint damp smell, and there was still shampoo left on it. fragrance.

Fu Mixiao's body was hot from the shower, and his skin was softer than usual, but the place that should be hard was still hard, ahem...Even through the clothes, Yi Cheng could still feel his firm chest And hard abs.

Yi Cheng was comfortably hugged by him, and his mind was no longer on supper. He put the phone aside, and picked up the necklace around Fu Mixiao's neck with his index finger.

"Why are you still wearing it?"

"Wear it." Fu Mixiao smiled, holding the button in the palm of his hand, as if holding some peerless treasure, "This is my lucky thing."

Every minute of Yi Cheng's absence, it was this button that accompanied Yi Cheng by his side.In fact, this button did bring him good luck. Every game he won was accompanied by this button.

The two chose to keep silent about the three-year parting in a very tacit understanding. Yi Cheng gently kissed the button in Fu Mixiao's hand and asked, "When will I get a lucky thing too?"

"The next lucky thing," Fu Mixiao looked at the person in his arms, "it should be our championship ring."

Yi Cheng was slightly taken aback, only then did he realize that the championship ring that Fu Mixiao won when he played for TNB last year had never appeared anywhere beside him, and as the TNB champions fell apart, the ring that symbolized glory also disappeared. Without a trace, at least in this FMVP's place, after Fu Mixiao received the ring, he didn't show off or show off, and he didn't send a message on Weibo to express his feelings. He just casually put the ring in the corner of the room, He neither regards it as a treasure nor a treasure, he just regards it as an ordinary object, a short-lived and brilliant fireworks in his career.

What he really wanted was to write his and Yi Cheng's names, which belonged to their championship rings.

He was waiting for Yicheng, he had been there all along.

Yi Cheng turned his head and saw his firm eyes, causing him to be in a daze for a moment, "We..."

Fu Mixiao interrupted him, turning his question into affirmation, "We will."

"I will win this time too." He smiled and rubbed Yi Cheng's head, "Why don't we make another bet?"

"Just bet." Thinking of the last bet, the young master's competitive spirit was aroused, and he wanted to win the round. "Still the old rules, bet on who is the MVP, if it's you..."

Yi Cheng rolled his eyes, last time he lost the first bite of his life, what should he bet on this time, maybe... he will lose his mind before reaching the S match, right?Yi Cheng gasped, but he really couldn't think of anything else to bet on.

Fu Mixiao also seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say, and put his index finger against his lips with a smile. He didn't want to break the promise of winning the S competition, "I don't want much, just give me a kiss."

On the field full of victory and joy, he wanted to kiss Yicheng selflessly.

Fu Mixiao did not confess such thoughts to Yi Cheng, he only said that he wanted a kiss, and after speaking, he kissed his forehead, urging him to go to bed quickly.

They have to abstain during the game, and they don't even drink alcohol. After all, it is one of their responsibilities to ensure their own competitive state.

But for two young men who are full of blood and crammed into the same room with their sweetheart, it is really a test of strength.

Especially when there are obviously two single beds in the room, but Yi Cheng insists on sharing the same bed with Fu Mixiao.

"What are you doing?" Fu Mixiao folded his arms around his chest, watching Yi Cheng get into his quilt without even saying hello, raised his eyebrows, "You're testing me again?"

"I'm cold." When Yi Cheng spoke, he had already sunk his body into the mattress, wrapped himself in the quilt like a cat, no matter how Fu Mixiao touched him, he would not move his place.

He blinked at Fu Mixiao with his watery eyes, and subconsciously flirted with him, "And I can't sleep."

"Can you fall asleep by squeezing me?"

Yi Cheng hastily nodded his head as if pounding garlic.

Fu Mixiao sighed helplessly, and acquiesced to his childish behavior. Of course, he had nothing to do if he didn't acquiesce, this guy was stuck on his bed, and he couldn't even drive him away.

He lifted up a corner of the quilt and lay down on the bed, Yi Cheng quickly moved his body to make room for him.

After Fu Mixiao lay down, he crawled into her arms again, and rubbed his head against his sharp chin, with a scheming smile all over his face, like a contented little fox.

"Is it intentional to provoke fire?"

The sweetheart was lying next to him, not honestly touching him, any man couldn't stand it, Fu Mixiao frowned, his breathing gradually became heavy, and his voice was a little hoarse, which was obviously a sign of affection. The man held him down, trying to make him behave, but Yi Cheng obviously did it on purpose, determined that he would not touch him during the game, rolled his eyes, and bit his chest.

Fu Mixiao suffered from pain, but the pain dissipated quickly and turned into a crisp and numb electric current. Yi Cheng seemed to be taking revenge on the little marks he left on him a week ago, but he was obviously enjoying it at the time, so it was really weird guy.

"So what if I mess with you?"

Yi Cheng was very satisfied with his reaction, and smiled happily. Before he could be complacent, Fu Mixiao turned him into an army, and his right hand, which had shown countless wonderful operations on the field, quickly found its position like a snake. Cleverly grasping his lifeblood.

Anyway, love is a turn-based game, now it's Fu Mixiao's turn to be proud, he looks at Yi Cheng's bowed waist and dare not act rashly, and leans into his ear with a deep and sexy voice.

"The fire you make now will be burned on yourself after the game."

Every time he said a word, his thin lips would gently brush against the tips of Yi Cheng's ears, and the warm breath sprayed on the pinnae, which was crisp and itchy. to his cheek.

Yi Cheng didn't dare to mess around anymore, and showed weakness to Fu Mixiao very sensibly, but his personality didn't allow him to show weakness too thoroughly, so he made a completely different appearance.He held Fu Mixiao's wrist, clearly afraid that he would make other moves, but his tone was as arrogant as ever, with a commanding tone, "Stop messing around! I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep now!"

"Now you know how to sleep?" Fu Mixiao squinted his eyes to look at him, there was a trace of danger in his eyes, Yi Cheng was afraid that he would say "it's late" and then punish him on the spot, subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Fortunately, Fu Mixiao was not so frenzied, he just satisfactorily admired Yi Cheng's flustered face, smiled and kissed Yi Cheng's forehead, then rubbed his head, and held him in his arms, "Go to sleep .”

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Yi Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, found the most comfortable position in his arms, breathed in his familiar and pleasant smell, and soon fell asleep.

Tired from the journey, he slept deeply, so he didn't know, when his breathing stabilized, Fu Mixiao opened his eyes in the dark.

The night hides the love and pampering in his eyes.

He just quietly watched him sleeping beside him, and felt extremely happy.

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Today is a bit short...for fingers.jpg

The next chapter starts to play Msi, Msi is relatively short, because a big event will happen later!

It's time for the next volume!Wuhu~