single sickness

The flag of singleness is waving wildly in the moonlight, trying to attract Xiang Mo's attention and remind him how wonderful the days of being single are.

Loneliness is almost negligible, and freedom and happiness are the big ones.

Therefore, Du Chi's "long time" had better not be a lie, otherwise Xiang Mo would definitely regret taking this step.

The waving flag gradually showed signs of decline, and finally died down, disarmed and surrendered, and disappeared from Xiang Mo's sight.

"What are you still doing?" Du Chi stretched out his hand towards Mo, "Give it to me."

There's a creeper's crack above the promenade, right in the middle of the pair.The moonlight shines on Du Chi's hand through the crack, making the other places dark, only the big hand looks firm and powerful.

The hospital was only two kilometers away from home, and it was too close to take a taxi, and the public transportation was only one stop away, so Xiang Mo understood what Du Chi meant, and he wanted to lead him back.

Now this is not the time when the night is quiet. On the way home, you have to pass through the downtown area. Two big men holding hands will definitely attract people's attention.

But Xiang Mo suddenly felt that it didn't matter anymore. Even his firm bachelorism started to fall in love. What is more important than his love?

"Aren't you afraid that others will watch us?" Xiang Mo took Du Chi's hand, and the complex emotions of the past few days were swept away.

The big rock in my heart finally fell, and exploded into countless butterflies the moment it hit the ground, dancing lightly among the flowers.

"What do you do if you run away without holding you?" Du Chi's hand was very hard, seeing his frightened look, Xiang Mo suddenly thought of himself holding the third sister.

Sometimes the third sister would be very obedient and let him masturbate obediently, but most of the time, if he didn't pay attention, the third sister would slip away from his arms, so every time he hugged the third sister, he didn't know how long he could hold her.

Perhaps Du Chi also had this kind of uncertainty in his heart, not sure whether Xiang Mo would slip away again one day.

But unlike Xiang Mo, Xiang Mo chooses to avoid emotional uncertainty, while Du Chi chooses to hold him firmly.

"I won't run away anymore." Looking at Du Chi, Xiang Mo slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "You caught me."

Tonight's exercise was more intense than ever before. During the countless times of climbing to the summit, Xiang Mo stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking that he is using his life to fall in love—if he keeps tossing like this, maybe he will fail. Will be exhausted.

But that's okay, after the initial passion, the sex life should be on the right track.

Otherwise, it would really be too much for him to keep doing this.

"Du Chi." Xiang Mo lay wearily on Du Chi's chest, calming down his heartbeat after intense exercise, "When do you think we will break up?"

Rubbing his buttocks, Li's hand stopped suddenly, Du Chi looked at him with his chin closed: "We were just together, and you are thinking about breaking up?"

"Just think about it." Maybe it's more appropriate to say cranky.

"Think about it this way." Du Chi continued to rub the plump place, as if he couldn't get tired of rubbing, "If I'm with someone else, you will feel relieved, and that's the time to break up."

Xiang Mo followed Du Chi's words and thought for a while, feeling so uncomfortable that he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

"No." He frowned and looked at Du Chi seriously, "You are mine."

"Yeah." Du Chi smiled lightly, not surprised by Xiang Mo's reaction, "It's yours."

"Are you going to move out?" Xiang Mo suddenly thought of this.

"Look at you." Du Chi said, "You come home with me, and I won't move away."

Xiang Mo suddenly felt that something was wrong, why is there always a condition when Du Chi talks to him now?

— Either indefinitely, or split now.

Xiang Mo was forced to choose indefinitely.

——Break up later?Can.I will be with others.

Xiang Mo was so scared that he didn't even dare to think about it.

——I don't need to move, but you have to go home with me.

Du Chi seems to have found the best way to deal with Xiang Mo, and he perfectly gained the upper hand in the relationship that the two just started.

Although Xiang Mo hasn't been in a relationship for a long time, just like he doesn't like to be controlled in bed, the state of dating should be the same.

"Going home to see your dad?" Xiang Mo's breathing calmed down completely, and the confusion in his eyes that was dazzled by love disappeared, and he regained his former clarity and reason.

"Hmm." The tacit understanding between lovers is reflected in this kind of place, Du Chi obviously sensed the subtle changes in the atmosphere, and restrained his tone with a well-thought-out plan, with a hint of probing, "Will you go home with me? "

"Let's talk about it later." Xiang Mo lazily turned over, "There's no rush."

In the next few days, Xiang Mo took on the job of taking care of the rose next door.

Picky bachelorism always has its own specialties, just like Xiang Mo, who eats cabbage leaves but not cabbage stalks, and lettuce stalks but not lettuce leaves. He is willing to take good care of the courtyard on the first floor, but he is unwilling Tidying up the balcony on the third floor is because he only wants to do what he wants to do, without any reason, just so capricious.

Taking care of rose flowers was entrusted to him by Aunt Zhou. According to his previous temperament, he would still do it, but it would be troublesome to some extent.

But now it's different, even though the roses are the crystallization of love between Aunt Zhou and her husband, and have nothing to do with Xiang Mo, he also feels relieved seeing the blossoming roses blooming brilliantly in the sun, and always feels that love should be so beautiful.

Aunt Zhou is still in the hospital, and the children have hired a nurse to take care of her. Xiang Mo and Du Chi occasionally visit her, but besides the two, Uncle Li and Uncle Zhang have become "regular visitors", sometimes staying for the whole afternoon.

At first, Xiang Mo was worried that their quarrel would affect the people in the same ward, but he didn't know if it was because Aunt Zhou's fall made them feel a lot, and the relationship became better for no reason.

Xiang Mo guessed that it was probably because Aunt Zhou was about to leave and returned to live with her children abroad. The two uncles knew well that at their age, parting meant goodbye forever, so they inevitably felt sad and began to cherish their friends in old age.

Du Chi's work has been relaxed.

A few days ago, because of opening a studio, he needed to go through a lot of procedures. After all the materials were submitted, he didn't have to go out all day.

"A little further to the right."

Zhao Xiaoqiao stood in the middle of the gate of the small courtyard, looked at the "Brush and Ink Studio" on the right, and at the "Brush and Ink Creation" on the left, and directed Xiang Mo and Du Chi to hang up the signboard on the left.

After finishing the work, Xiang Mo looked at the two symmetrical signboards, and asked Du Chi beside him, "Are you sure you just thought about it?"

The signboard of the studio is white, and the signboard for creating characters is black. The size of the two signboards is the same, and the distribution of fonts is mirror-symmetrical. It is obvious that it took a lot of effort.

Du Chi hugged Xiang Mo from behind and didn't answer, but looked at Zhao Xiaoqiao and asked, "Have you got your grades yet?"

"There are still a few days left." When Zhao Xiaoqiao said this, the bicycle bell suddenly rang on the street.

Looking at Mo Xunsheng, he saw a handsome boy riding an old-fashioned bicycle, like the heroine of a youth idol drama.

If Xiang Mo remembered correctly, it was Zhao Xiaoqiao's boyfriend.

"I'm leaving, bye." Wearing a dress, Zhao Xiaoqiao pulled her hair behind her ears and sat on the back seat of an old-fashioned bicycle.

The two young people gradually moved away along the street, and the phoenix trees and roses became the background of the idol drama.

Looking at the backs of the two, Xiang Mo asked the big dog hanging behind him: "When are we going on a date?"

Du Chi heard Xiang Mo's question at this time, and replied, "Anytime."

In the afternoon, Xiang Mo still had to attend class, so he couldn't arrange work freely like Du Chi.He thought for a while and said, "Then go to the riverside at night?"

"Would you like to see the Net Red Bridge?"

Xiang Mo shook his head: "I just want to be with you."

Where to go and what to do are secondary, as long as you are with Du Chi.

Du Chi smiled in a good mood, and regardless of whether he was still on the street, he licked Xiang Mo's cheek: "Okay, wife."

Xiang Mo went back to the studio to prepare the utensils for class, while Du Chi went to work on the third floor.

About half an hour later, Xiang Mo knocked on the door of Du Chi's room: "I'll come and see Sanmei."

The day of giving birth is only a few days away, but the third sister is still like a girl, following Sanmao around the old bungalow all day long, without any sense of being a mother-to-be.

Du Chi put down the mouse, came to the delivery room and sat down cross-legged, looked at the third sister who was taking a nap inside and said, "Sleep."

The cat in the wooden house was sleeping on its back, and Xiang Mo scratched her chin with his index finger, but there was no response.

This made Xiang Mo not even know what to do next.

He saw that the third sister didn't move, and after a while, Du Chi beside him chuckled, "You really came to see her?"

Well, exposed.

"Look at you by the way." Xiang Mo didn't feel guilty, "Why, can't you?"

"Okay, why not?" Du Chi hooked Xiang Mo's waist and let him lie in his arms, "If you want me to accompany you, just say so."

"Then you can work again in the afternoon." Xiang Mo relaxed his strength and leaned against Du Chi as it should be. It felt like a cat messing around on the keyboard, deliberately preventing its owner from working properly.

Du Chi looked at Xiang Mo with a funny face: "Why didn't I find you so clingy before?"

"This is your privilege." Xiang Mo didn't like Du Chi talking about him so much, and frowned slightly, "Don't you want it?"

Cats are like this, they are vigilant against everything in the world, and only show their white bellies to familiar owners.

Xiang Mo's side will only be shown to his lover. If Du Chi doesn't want him to be clingy, he can give Du Chi enough personal space-and then make trouble in other places.

"Think." Du Chi lowered his head and bit Xiang Mo's lips, and doting words overflowed from the corner of his lips, "Clingy."

The light music in the studio was replaced with cheerful tunes, even the students felt strange: "Teacher Xiang, you seem to be in a good mood recently."

"It's very good." Xiang Mo didn't deny it, "I'm going on a date with your mistress tonight."

"Wow~" The students booed, if it was Xiang Mo before, he would only feel a headache, but now he doesn't care much.

After crossing the threshold in his heart, many things became indifferent to Xiang Mo.

It doesn't matter what will happen in the future, it doesn't matter what other people look at, as long as two people are happy together.

"So lively?"

At that time, Du Chijin came down the stairs with flip flops, and the students said in unison, "Hi, Madam."

Du Chi raised his eyebrows. He didn't care about this title before, but today he was picky: "Can Master's husband also be called Master's Wife?"

An insatiable stinky dog.

Xiang Mo didn't want to discuss this topic in class, so he asked, "What are you doing down here?"

"Take the express delivery." Du Chi said, "Do you want to take it?"

Xiang Mo didn't have a courier to pick it up, so after replying, he concentrated on his class and left Du Chi alone.

The sound of flip-flops left the studio and went to the small courtyard outside, and at this moment, the sound of dragging a suitcase suddenly sounded at the door of the small courtyard.

"you are?"

Du Chi stopped and looked at the middle-aged woman who walked into the courtyard, somewhat puzzled.

"Are you Du Chi?" The middle-aged woman took off her sunglasses, looked Du Chi up and down, "You are really handsome."

Du Chi: "?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Xiang Mo came out of the studio and greeted lightly, "Mom, you're here."

As soon as the words were finished, the usually majestic Doberman Pinscher suddenly turned into an honest Chihuahua, with his hands pressed against the seam of his trousers nervously: "Ah, hello, auntie."

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Xiang Mo: Master the Domination (1/1)