Monster cub live room

Feng Wu's pupils shrank.

like?what do you like?

Do you like his good looks, or... still like him?

The young man's palm was covering his face. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, the other's soft palm felt a little hot.

Feng Wu felt that the hotness gradually dyed his face along the skin where the two touched.

"How could there be such a good-looking person..." Lin Anan muttered drunkenly, her eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, and the blush on her fair cheeks seemed to be smudged by the setting sun, quite beautiful.

Feng Wu pursed his lips, rationally telling him that he should take a step back now and widen the distance between the two, but he found that he couldn't do it.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but now his mood swings are very strong.

——I want to be close to him, I want to be closer to him, I want to hug him and kiss him...

Such a voice played in a loop in his mind, and he had to hold his breath, lest his rapid breathing would reveal his current state of mind.

Lin Anan rubbed Feng Wu's earlobe with his hand, as if he had found something interesting, lightly poked the blood-red earlobe with his soft fingertips, and stretched out two fingers to pinch it.

"Soft compress..." He muttered a few words softly, and after playing with it for a while with great interest, his finger slowly slid to Feng Wu's brow bone, and landed on the slightly hideous scar.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Feng Wu looked up at him, and saw the pain and worry in the young man's eyes, and the moonlight outside the window softly hitting his face, such a look...

Feng Wu swallowed, his ears were filled with the beating of his own heartbeat, and he could hardly hear other sounds from the outside world.

Lin Anan pursed her mouth: "Is it true that a lot of blood was shed?"

The soft and slightly hot fingertips gently stroked along the direction of the scar, as light as if being rubbed by a soft gauze, itching, Feng Wu felt that his heart was also itching.

"Yes." Feng Wu's Adam's apple moved lightly, and he heard his voice slightly hoarse, "It hurts, but now it's not...be careful!"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy in front of him suddenly bent down, but he couldn't sit still because he was drunk, and almost fell off the bed.

Feng Wuxian held him dangerously, and helped him back to his original position.

Lin Anan shook her head, and muttered in a daze, "My head is so heavy...Brother Wolf, do I have a fever?"

"You don't have a fever, you're just drunk." Feng Wu patiently explained.

"I'm not, drunk!" Lin Anan suddenly shouted, he grabbed Feng Wu's wrist angrily, and took a hand that was several sizes bigger than himself, "Touch me to see if I have a fever! "

Lin Anan pulled his hand close to her cheek, Feng Wu's fingers curled up subconsciously, and the next moment, a soft touch that didn't belong to her came up against her.

Very soft and a little hot.

Lin Anan asked: "Is it hot? Do you have a fever?"

Feng Wu: "...it's a little hot."

Hearing this answer, Lin Anan was a little proud, as if he had won a competition: "I just said, I have a fever!"

"Well," Feng Wu followed him, "You have a fever, so you have to take a good rest."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Anan interrupted him again: "Brother Wolf, come closer, I can't see you clearly."

"An'an, you need to rest." Saying so, Feng Wu got up slightly obediently, and moved closer to the boy.

"Rest later." Lin Anan muttered, "Not close enough, get closer."

Feng Wu had no choice but to move forward again.

Lin Anan frowned dissatisfied: "It's not enough..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, held Feng Wu's head with both hands, and pulled his head towards his eyes.

Feng Wu couldn't stabilize himself for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his arms to support the sides of Lin Anan's body, and then stabilized his body, not directly pressing on the boy's body.

"An'an—"

The voice stopped abruptly, Feng Wu was suffocated, looking at the magnified face in front of him, his heart pounded and lost its rhythm.

Too close, he thought.

This distance...is somewhat dangerous.

Lin Anan's fingers were still drawing the scar on his brow bone. After a while, he suddenly leaned forward, pursed his lips and whimpered a few times.

Feng Wu opened his mouth: "...what are you doing?"

"Blow it up for you." Lin Anan said with a serious face, "It hurts when you get hurt, so blow it up and it won't hurt."

Feng Wu: "Now I don't..."

His words were interrupted again, but this time what interrupted him was the gentle touch on his scar.

The young man seemed to have a special liking for the scar on his brow bone. He kissed from the top of the scar to the tail of the scar, kissing one after another, delicate and gentle, and the breath he exhaled carried the mellow aroma of grapes.

Feng Wuyi didn't dare to move, his heart was beating so violently that it hurt a little, making him think that his chest would be smashed in the next second.

He wanted to back away, but he didn't want to back away, he wanted to take a step forward, but he didn't dare to make any moves.

He could only keep his body stiff and maintain his body posture, but his hands propped up on the bed were so hard that they grabbed the bed sheet into clear folds, and his joints began to turn slightly white.

Feng Wu closed his eyes, feeling the young man's kiss lingering on his brow bone.

After an unknown amount of time, the soft and warm touch finally left him.

Feng Wu couldn't tell what mood he was in now, he seemed to be relieved because of Lin Anan's departure, but also seemed to regret that the other party left just like that.

In the next second, a soft and moist touch suddenly appeared on his lips.

Feng Wu opened his eyes suddenly, and met the young man's dark pupils. His blurry face was reflected in the misty eyes, but the shock in those golden pupils was clearly visible.

After Lin Anan kissed her, she stepped back a little.

He licked the corner of his lips, as if he felt that this was not enough, he leaned forward again.

This time the kiss was more forceful than before, and there was even a resounding: "Chirp~"

It wasn't until Lin Anan leaned back on the pillow at the head of the bed that Feng Wu regained his voice.

Feng Wu swallowed his throat and used the greatest willpower in his life to control himself from continuing to pursue and kiss: "An An—"

He was breathing heavily, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." Lin Anan bent her eyes, raised her hand to touch her lips, and smiled like a kitten stealing fish, "I'm kissing you!"

Feng Wu gripped the bed sheet even harder: "Do you know who I am? Do you know, do you know who you are...kissing?"

As if amused by his question, Lin Anan suddenly laughed out loud.

He raised his hand to touch Feng Wu's cheek again, and quickly leaned forward to kiss him again. Before leaving this time, Lin Anan even opened his mouth and bit him childishly.

"You are Brother Lang, you are Feng Wu." Lin Anan said word by word, very seriously, "I am kissing Brother Lang, Lin Anan is here, and I am kissing Feng Wu!"

After finishing speaking, before Feng Wu could react, Lin Anan leaned forward again on his own.

But this time, Lin Anan didn't kiss him again, but put his head on Feng Wu's shoulder, with a fluttering tone: "Brother Wolf, I'm so dizzy..."

The young man rubbed against his shoulders indiscriminately, his nasal voice made his tone sound like he was being coquettish.

"It's so uncomfortable." Lin Anan muttered, "Brother Wolf, help me, I don't want to feel dizzy or feel so uncomfortable."

Feng Wu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.When he opened his eyes again, he had already suppressed the strong emotions in the golden pupils deep in them.

"Come and drink some hangover soup." Feng Wu held down the restless young man, made him lean against the head of the bed again, and brought the bedside hangover soup.

Xu knew it was uncomfortable, this time Lin Anan didn't refuse again, but obediently finished the soup one gulp at a time.

Feng Wu put the empty soup bowl back into the kitchen.

The dining table outside was not over yet. Seeing Feng Wu come out from the room, Xiong Yingjun, who was feasting, asked, "How is An An?"

Feng Wudao: "I've already fallen asleep."

"He can't drink too much, hahaha!" Xiong Yingjun smiled unceremoniously, and then asked as if he suddenly realized, "Boss, why is your voice hoarse? Your face is so red, have you drank too much?" ?”

Feng Wu turned his head and ignored him, and went straight back to the room.

Xiong Yingjun scratched his head in puzzlement: "What's the matter?"

Si Youlin grabbed his clothes and said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't, just eat your meal!"

When she woke up the next day, Lin Anan rubbed her dazed head, and the first thing she did after getting up was to take a shower in the bathroom.

The other bed in the room was immaculate and looked like no one had slept on it.

But Lin Anan knew that Feng Wu had the habit of cleaning the bed every time he got up.

After taking a bath, Lin Anan finally felt refreshed all over her body, and her head didn't seem to be so heavy.

When I pushed the door to leave the bathroom, the door of the room happened to be opened from the outside.

Lin Anan looked up and saw the familiar golden eyes as expected.

Feng Wu held the kettle in one hand, and dragged the dinner plate with the other. On the dinner plate was a bowl of millet porridge and a stack of fruit cut into small pieces.

Lin Anan clearly saw that when he and he looked at each other, Feng Wu's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Anan wanted to laugh, but she held back.

Feng Wu put the kettle and dinner plate on the table, glanced at him, and quickly looked away.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lin Anan shook her head, "I'm just a little hungry."

He wiped his hair with a towel indiscriminately, then sat on the side of the bed, and took the glass of water from Feng Wu.

"The millet porridge is still a bit hot." Feng Wu said, "Drink some warm water to moisten your throat first."

Lin Anan nodded obediently, watching Feng Wu gently stirring the millet porridge, trying to make the porridge cool down faster.

As if sensing that Lin Anan was looking at him, Feng Wu slightly raised his eyes and looked back.

"You..." He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after a moment of hesitation, he still didn't say anything.

Lin Anan blinked: "What's wrong?"

Feng Wu lowered his eyes again, and raised them again after a while: "You...you still remember last night..."

"Last night?" Lin Anan smiled a little embarrassedly, "I was drunk last night, did I cause Brother Wolf a lot of trouble?"

Feng Wu was suffocated: "You don't remember?"

Lin Anan was at a loss: "Remember what?"

Feng Wu closed his eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed across his usually calm face.

He looks like a big dog that has been left out in the cold. Lin Anan can almost imagine the big tail behind him that has fallen to the ground.

Lin Anan chuckled and laughed: "What do you want me to remember?"

Feng Wu pursed his lips.

"Remember when I said you look good? Remember when I asked you if it hurts? Or..."

Lin Anan suddenly leaned forward and kissed Feng Wu's tightly pursed lips.

"Or, remember I kissed you like this?"