Feral cat domestication manual

After returning home and entering the house, Jiang Ci turned on the hot air of the air conditioner, put the flowers in Jing Cong's hand on the table first, and asked him to take off his shirt and lie down on the bed.He took the ointment and applied it carefully.

Jing Cong couldn't help humming a few times from time to time, and Jiang Ci looked closely at the glaring pile of blood-oozing bruises on his waist and abdomen, and wiped the corners with a cotton swab.

The old injury on Jing Cong's body from before slowly faded away, and now there is another serious one.

He was very distressed.

"Is it Chen Laosan?" Jiang Ci said, "What happened to the voice call?"

Jing Cong lay on the pillow, talking about what happened after being caught by Chen Laosan just this afternoon, but when talking about Chen Laosan dialing the voice from WeChat, he ignored one of the unimportant points and did not say anything. come out.

"Liangqing? Then this beating is just like this?" Jiang Ci knew that it would be impossible to retaliate, but he still felt aggrieved.

Jing Cong tilted his head and grinned, "Brother, it's not serious, I'm really fine."

"Ah—" Jiang Ci instantly pressed the cotton swab in his hand, and Jing Cong couldn't help but yelled.

"Are you okay? Huh?"

After the medicine was finished, Jiang Ci threw the cotton swab and the medicine on the bedside table, and got on the bed sideways. He asked, "Does it hurt?"

Jing Cong drooped his eyes, wanted to be angry but had no stance to be angry, "Hmm..."

"Teacher Jiang, it won't hurt to kiss you." Jiang Ci leaned over and whispered.

He lightly embraced Jing Cong's head, covered the slightly closed lips from above, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the tight gap between them.Before he could make any more effort, Jing Cong opened his mouth and even stuck out his tongue to respond to him.

Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows, enjoying the rare and enthusiastic response from the other party, and started playing around with him.

"Hmm..." Jing Cong lay in a disadvantaged position, and couldn't bear it anymore.

Jiang Ci let go of him, leaned his forehead against his forehead, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Jing Cong's eyes were watery, and he shook his head.

"Hurry up and take care of it, it will be of great use to keep you."

Jing Cong blinked and whispered, "Now... want it?"

"If you want your head, do you want to die?" Jiang Ci slapped his leg with his palm, and suddenly realized that he moved his hand, "Huh?"

"Don't..." Jing Cong immediately put on a serious face, pushed his hand, and stopped talking, but an indescribable blush slowly appeared on his cheeks.

Jiang Ci couldn't bear it when he saw that people had to save face and suffer!

"Duplicity." As he spoke, he flexibly untied Jing Cong's waistband - the elastic belt was very easy to untie, not only easy to untie, but also easy to pull.

Jiang Ci pressed his cheek against his, his eyelashes scraped over his eyelids, and his breath caught his nostrils, itching and hot.

"Don't move." Jiang Ci pressed his hands and shoulders, reaching down to shake them.

"Woo...Jiang Ci..." Jing Cong stretched out his hand for a hug.

"Well, here it is," Jiang Ci kissed him, "Lie down well, Teacher Jiang is serving the people today."

......

The two lay flat on the bed, one on the left and the other on the right, and the sound of their undulating breathing fell into their ears very clearly and steadily.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Jiang Ci turned around first, propped his head and looked at him, "Since listening to you on the sofa that day, you changed your mind and asked me to pay attention to safety. I've been waiting for you to speak."

"Um......"

Jiang Ci flicked his ears, "Well, what do you mean?"

"I haven't figured out how to say it yet." Jing Cong put his hands on his chest, replied, and said obediently after a pause, "I...I don't want to continue like this. I didn't think it through before. But now that I have settled with Chen Laosan, it is just like I have settled with debt collection."

"I figured it out now..."

The old god Jiang Ci was staring at him, beckoning him to continue talking.

"I didn't think about other options before. I just want money or life." Jing Congwei turned his head and stumbled, "but now I can't... I think I might not pay you back much." , I owe you more..."

"I'm afraid that I'll hurt you, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up with you again."

In the end, he asked in a muffled voice, "Brother, are you...would you like to let me go to school?" There was still a slight tremor in the tail of his voice.

Seeing him frowning and asking the last sentence as if he was about to cry, Jiang Ci was amused, and said: "I don't know which family's brother, so bad, won't let the children go to school, crying Are you indifferent to begging?" He was actually very happy, and turned to pinch Jing Cong's ears, "Xiao Cong, you call it a beating, it's not just me begging you, wanting you to go to school, huh? "

Jing Cong was almost ashamed of what he said, "Why are you like this..."

"It's true that I haven't mentioned this to you later," Jiang Ci took two steps back, stroking his head and face here and there with his fingers, and said, "But you figured it out yourself, you don't need me to talk about it again." Worry about it. But let me heal my injury first and then talk about it.”

Jing Cong's throat moved, and he nodded guiltily.

Jiang Ci finally tapped his lips, then got out of bed and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go cook."

"En." Jing Cong blinked, "I want to eat braised pork ribs and potato soup."