The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

The board on the bed upstairs moved all night last night.

Therefore, when Yicheng saw his brother appearing in the villa in a suit and looking radiant the next morning, he was not at all surprised.

"You don't look well." Yi Chun was in a good mood, poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, and rubbed his head.

"Mmm... I drank too much last night." Yi Cheng took the glass and said perfunctorily.

Thank goodness he drank alcohol yesterday, at least he still had a hangover as an excuse, otherwise he really couldn't explain why he was so weak today, should he tell his brother that he was made like this by someone's hands? No!He couldn't say it, he was ashamed.

"Drink less in the future, don't work too hard, brother can take care of you." Yi Chun looked at his younger brother, and suddenly said this.

It seems that his brother and Liu Ziye were really happy last night, and even said that his brother raised you.

Yi Cheng quickly interrupted him, "Brother, you should tell Yet more about this, he promises to listen."

"Well," mentioning Liu Ziye, Yi Chun actually had a gentle look on his face, and his person softened a lot, "I've told him many times."

He has never discussed the matter between himself and Liu Ziye with his younger brother. He thinks that his younger brother is a child, there is no need to know these things, and he doesn't know what happened today. He can't help but want to share the sweetness of love with his only family member. Discovering the fun in it, he laughed before he finished speaking.

"I told him about it yesterday."

"Ah? Yesterday?" Yi Cheng almost choked on the water, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, you didn't say it on the bed, did you?The promises made by men in bed are not trustworthy.

"Yeah, yesterday," Yi Chun said today with a particularly strong desire to confide, "Yesterday he told me that your team building activity is climbing a mountain and you were too tired, so I told him, don't work too hard, if you don't like it, don't participate, I can support him ..."

Before Yichun finished speaking, he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Judging from his expression, it should be a matter of work. When he answered the phone, the tenderness on his face due to love dissipated instantly, and he became the usual rational, Shrewd, even a bit of a cold, unsmiling elite look.

"Well, there's something wrong here, I'll be back soon."

The urging over there was urgent, Yi Chun walked out the door while talking on the phone, but he suddenly remembered something, and after hanging up the phone, he went back the same way and told Yi Cheng, "I ordered some nutritious things, and they will be there in a while. You help me send it upstairs for him to eat, let him rest after eating, he was very tired yesterday."

"Okay." Yi Cheng clicked his lips and couldn't help teasing, "Brother, your behavior of leaving after falling asleep is really like a scumbag."

Yichun smiled, and patted him on the shoulder, "Then please, Xiaocheng, please express your concern for me, and give me some kind words in front of him."

After speaking, he went out and drove away.

Yi Cheng looked at the back of his brother leaving, and was suddenly a little relieved. He felt that his brother had become more human since he fell in love, more and more like the old brother who told him stories to lull him to sleep before going to bed. up.

Sure enough, the takeaway that Yichun ordered arrived soon, and Yicheng went upstairs with the takeaway.

Originally, he couldn't get up so early today, but Gu Liangzhou knocked on the door early in the morning and asked Fu Mixiao to drive the two of them back. After all, he and Xie Chen didn't have a test book, and the other was still in a hangover, so they really couldn't drive by themselves.

When Fu Mixiao got up from the bed, Yi Cheng also woke up, but he remembered his gaffe last night, he would rather he didn't wake up, let alone how to face Fu Mixiao, what he did to Fu Mixiao yesterday, But he didn't do it completely, but even this Schrödinger's lovemaking was enough to make him too shy, so he simply pretended to be asleep, acting like an ostrich and not facing him.

But when he left, he couldn't fall asleep again, so he got up and met his brother downstairs.

He took the takeaway and knocked on Liu Ziye's door, but the door was unlocked, Liu Ziye let him in directly, because this guy was too lazy to get out of bed to open the door for him.

When he entered the room, Liu Ziye was lazily lying on the bed. He was only wearing a white racer vest, the air conditioner was covered at the waist, and a pair of long legs were exposed. The marks on his body were obvious and could not be covered.

His face was full of tiredness, and he looked very tired, but he was very happy and content.

"Cheng'er, let me tell you, the temple we worshiped on the mountain yesterday is a real spirit."

"Huh?" Yi Cheng put the takeaway in his hand on the bedside table, and glanced at Liu Ziye's long legs, "I said... can we pay attention to our image?"

Liu Ziye ignored him, touched the mark on his leg with his hand, feeling infinitely emotional, "It's really good, it's so good!"

He stared at the teeth marks on his leg, and stared at them with endless aftertaste, which made Yicheng couldn't help shouting in his heart, buddy, you are so fucking perverted!

Yi Cheng opened the takeaway box and handed it to Liu Ziye together with the tableware, "My brother ordered it for you, eat it quickly, my good sister-in-law."

……

The two chatted while eating, and after some hesitation, Yi Cheng plucked up the courage to ask, "Yet, are you...specially...sensitive?"

Liu Ziye gave him a questioning look, but there was no turning back, so Yi Cheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell what happened last night.

They are, communicate, communicate.

"What are you talking about?" Liu Ziye actually laughed out loud after hearing this, "You said you were made to cry with one finger yesterday?! Hahahahaha, you are delicious, Cheng'er."

"No," Yi Cheng coughed, blushing, trying to win respect, "Strictly speaking, it's two fingers."

"Two..." Liu Ziye paused for a moment, then burst into laughter again, "Two aren't any better, are they?"

When he had laughed enough, he gestured with his hand, and said to Yi Cheng, "Your brother is probably this size..." He hooked his hand at Yi Cheng, and whispered in his ear, "And he sometimes meeting……"

Yi Cheng's eyes widened, "Damn! Is my brother so good at playing?!"

Liu Ziye nodded, "That's why I sometimes cry and fainted a few times, but...you can't stand it with these two fingers, it's too exaggerated hahaha..." He started laughing again.

"Are Fu Mixiao's fingers thicker than ordinary people?"

……

Facts have proved that Liu Ziye is indeed not a good person to confide in. His troubles were not resolved, but he was laughed at severely.

After eating, he pressed Liu Ziye on the bed to rest according to his brother's instructions, but Liu Ziye jumped off the bed with his waist supported, and patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "Cheng'er, don't worry, you may Just being a little more sensitive than others is not necessarily a bad thing.”

After speaking, he smirked and went to the bathroom.

Yi Cheng went back to the room, fell headlong on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and didn't want to think about anything, but those pictures just forced his head.The feeling of yesterday is also very clear today, and the trembling brought about by the finger movement is really unforgettable.The most annoying thing is that not only the picture, but also the sound!Of course that voice belonged to him. He never thought in his life that he would be able to make such a delicate voice one day. He was ashamed and ashamed. He was ashamed to go to his grandma's house.

When someone came to tear his quilt while he was in distress, he subconsciously tried to grab it, but later realized that this exposed the fact that he hadn't slept, and was a little discouraged for a moment.

Sure enough, Fu Mixiao's voice came with a smile, which could not be blocked by the quilt at all.

"are you awake?"

Yi Cheng ignored him, covered his head with the quilt, turned over, and only rewarded him with a back.He was the one who was provocative at 45 last night, and he is also the one who is shy and ignores people today. He feels that he is a combination of contradictions, especially in terms of feelings.

However, Fu Mixiao even liked his awkward appearance so much that sometimes he couldn't help but want to ask this person if he was a masochist with a unique taste and no bottom line.

Fu Mixiao poked him through the quilt, he writhed irritably on the bed, but still ignored him.

The feeling of being stuffed under the quilt in the summer is not good, he thought that Fu Mixiao would continue to bother him until he lifted the quilt, but after Fu Mixiao poked it, he didn't make any movements, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was no one else. The sound, Yicheng couldn't see the situation outside, so he couldn't help but become curious.

Could it be that Fu Mixiao left?

Just gone?

Isn't that too impatient?

He is not such a narrow-minded person, as long as he coaxes himself through the quilt, he will come out by himself.

This made Yi Cheng a little disappointed, no wonder people say that a man won't cherish it after he gets it, he hasn't been completely obtained by Fu Mixiao yet, but if he sticks two fingers in, this guy is not good Cherish him!

I didn't even have the patience to coax her!snort!

Yi Cheng wasn't angry at first, but at this moment, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he became. He opened a small slit in the quilt, and looked through the slit to see what was going on outside, as if he was hiding in a hole in the ground. A small hamster watching secretly.

Through the gap, he saw a person standing beside the bed, with his arms folded around his chest, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes squinted, and he just watched him leisurely.

Just as he was about to cover the quilt, the man quickly grabbed his exposed fingers and pulled him lightly, pulling him out of the quilt and hugging him into his arms.

"I'm willing to show my face," he said with a smile, "You're not afraid of suffocating yourself."

Knowing that he was still shy, Fu Mixiao did not mention what happened last night very knowingly and wittily. This kind of proper understanding and sense of proportion is also what Yi Cheng likes about him very much.

"I just cooked porridge for you, come over and eat together."

Fu Mixiao rubbed his head, pinched his face, and finally kissed his forehead lovingly, and then pulled him to eat.After the contact last night, the two seemed to be getting closer. Fu Mixiao made no secret of his love for him, and Yi Cheng also enjoyed his natural intimacy. When he touched her head, Yi Cheng would Subconsciously rubbing against his palm, when being pinched in the face, Yi Cheng would unconsciously puff his cheeks into puffer fish, and when he kissed his forehead, he would close his eyes obediently and enjoying himself.

If it wasn't for the strange things that would always come to mind when seeing Fu Mixiao's fingers, all of this would be perfect.

Although he ate something with Liu Ziye just now, he didn't eat much. After all, the takeaway wasn't for him, so it didn't suit his taste.But the one in front of him just catered to his taste, and it was made by Chef Fu himself. Just smelling the aroma of the food, Yi Cheng was drawn to greed.

Fu Mixiao led Yi Cheng to the seat, and added another cushion to his chair while he sat down.

Yicheng: ...

It's not that exaggerated.

But he would not refute his intentions, and sat on it generously, watching Fu Mixiao carefully help him pack things.

No way...he would still dream about seeing this man's hands, especially his index and middle fingers, it was just...terrible.

Fu Mixiao was already holding the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Yi Cheng after the heat dissipated.Yicheng was hungover, and tried his hand at the knife again, drinking some porridge would be perfect.

Yi Cheng took the bowl, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The rice was cooked so well that it melted in his mouth, with a delicate fragrance, warming his stomach and heart, so much so that he ate more than half of the bowl in a row, but Fu Mixiao didn't like it. Didn't move at all.

"I met Liu Ziye downstairs just now," Fu Mixiao saw how delicious he was eating, and handed him a tissue thoughtfully, chatting with him, "He insisted on comparing the size of my hand to me, it's simply inexplicable."

Yi Cheng almost choked when he heard this.

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