you are scary

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The semicircular lamps hanging from the distant ceiling with black thin wires float in front of your eyes. The exquisite mesh decoration is subtly attached to the lampshade, and the warm orange light is diffused down, but it is not dazzling.

It must be very expensive.

The long-lost sense of poverty poured down from this pool of light, and drenched Bai Qianwan's bewildered face.

It is rumored that it is a bad habit not to turn off the lights when sleeping, which is said to be a conclusion drawn from wasting resources or affecting the quality of sleep.Bai Qianwan, who sighs about the electricity bill every month, naturally has such bad habits. Due to force majeure reasons such as weak memory, forgetting to turn off the lights is commonplace.

It turned out that Song Nongmo was also one of the people who kept the lights on.

However, when he thought that the other party lived a wealthy life without worrying about electricity bills, the numbers on the intermediary's phone number were arranged and combined in front of his eyes, knocking on his forehead in an orderly manner, and the accompanying music was "Hurry up and make money!".

However, he still had a doubt in front of him.

Why did he sleep with Song Nongmo in his arms?

The angle of view descends, and an unfamiliar wheat-colored arm is pressing on Bai Qianwan's chest. The skin color is even, there is no fat, and the muscles are strong but not exaggerated. It is really the best human male arm in Bai Qianwan's personal aesthetics.

The stomach moved unconsciously.

I really want to eat - wait a minute.

Last night, he seemed to have gnawed on something, recalled carefully, the touch seemed to be a human hand.

Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed in my mind.

He exposed his identity!

In an instant, Bai Qianwan's brain was torn apart by the lightning, and he lost the ability to think for a short time, and even his breathing became heavy and chaotic unconsciously.

"Did you have a nightmare?" The man's slightly hoarse voice when he woke up in the morning sounded in his ears, and his arms moved on his heaving chest.Song Nongmo woke up at some point, propping his body on his elbows, he straightened his upper body, and squinted his eyes to look at the face of the other person on the bed.

There was a strange blush on Bai Qianwan's pale face, the expression on his face was both terrified and bewildered, his eyelids were trembling with long eyelashes, he stared at the direction of the chandelier, his bare chest heaved and fell, There was also a blush from Song Nongmo's arm on it.

Song Nongmo suspected that he was going to cry in a second.

"what happened?"

Bai Qianwan's dull eyes moved, and his eyes slowly shifted to Song Nongmo.

There is nothing wrong with the face, it is intact.

So is the neck.

There are abnormal red marks and tooth marks on the collarbone.

The chest and abdomen are complete.

The arm is complete.

There are tooth marks on the back of the hand.

It would be invisible any further down, Song Nongmo was covered with a quilt.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's okay." Bai Qianwan frowned, "I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

Bai Qianwan glanced at Song Nongmo's body for a few times. It was obvious that he had been exercising all year round. He was sexy and healthy. He looked down at himself, a thin body of an otaku who hadn't seen him for a long time.

...This body is poor, it seems that I am worrying too much.

However, the tooth marks on Song Nongmo's body were very suspicious.

"Did I do it?" He stretched out his arms to reach Song Nongmo's collarbone, and touched the tooth marks with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

Bai Qianwan's face was full of confusion and he was still awake, like a sleepy cat.

Song Nongmo smiled, probably because of the lack of common sense "I didn't do anything to you", he said, "It's okay."

There was a moment of silence in the bedroom.

Soon, two emotions called sleepiness and vigilance were fighting in Bai Qianwan's mind.

It's over, I really can't remember it at all.

If he bit Song Nongmo like a mad dog yesterday, he might not only be charged with assaulting the police, but also burn Song Nongmo's doubts about the cannibal case back on him.

Bai Qianwan barely raised his eyelids: "What did I do last night?"

"It's nothing." Song Nongmo lowered his head and played with the phone.

"Didn't it bite?" He asked suspiciously.

"Nothing to do but get drunk."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"It was my birthday yesterday, don't argue with me," Bai Qianwan quickly borrowed the donkey downhill, "I like to bite people when I'm drunk, it's not surprising." The implication is that this is definitely not cannibalism.

Pressed a few times on the phone, presumably to reply to a message or something, Song Nongmo put the phone back on the bedside table with his right hand covered with teeth marks, and busily grabbed Bai Qianwan's hand on his shoulder, and stuffed it into the quilt .

"It's only 07:30, go on to sleep."

He helped Bai Qianwan cover the quilt, got up and left, this time he did not forget to turn off the lights.

Because he was only wearing underwear, Song Nongmo walked around the bedroom with his long bare legs. From a distance, his figure looked like a toned leopard, which only made Bai Qianwan hold his breath and stare intently.

After putting on his trousers, Song Nongmo left the bedroom, and the door closed gently.

Why are other people so good looking?

Bai Qianwan looked back regretfully.

The windows were tightly covered by curtains. After the lamps were turned off, the master bedroom was completely plunged into darkness, and Bai Qianwan's consciousness quickly became blurred. He hadn't gotten up before ten o'clock in the morning for a long time. Even if he went crazy and bit someone last night, this kind of Unusual and dangerous things could not make him wake up early, and soon, Bai Qianwan also fell into a dream.

He hugged the teenager in front of him like a koala.

Because the other party was taller than him, Bai Qianwan had to put his chin on his shoulder, and looked up to see the scene downstairs.This is an inner courtyard similar to a colosseum. The bottom floor is an open space, and two tall adult men are fighting with bare hands.There were cheers and shouts all around. Starting from the ground floor, seats arranged in a circle surrounded the open space below. Bai Qianwan and Song Nongmo were on the second floor. Blood foam and teeth are clearly visible.

I don't know why Song Nongmo refused to sit on the seat properly. He stood by the railing and looked down with his hands on the railing. Maybe he could see better this way. The other men and women around him were also lying on the railing, screaming call out.

Song Nongmo looked at it seriously, frowning tightly, and said nothing, as if he was worried about the situation in the field.

Infected by the emotions around him, Bai Qianwan's heart was beating too, not only him, but he could also feel Song Nongmo's heart beating fast as well.

All of a sudden, the men off the field wrestled heavily, one of them punched his opponent in the face, and kicked him away with another heart-warming kick.There were screams all around, and the man fell heavily to the ground, his face covered in blood.The referee stood up slowly and declared victory.

Everyone is cheering.

Bai Qianwan complained in Song Nongmo's ear, "It's really scary, it's full of blood."

"Are you afraid?" Song Nongmo asked, turning his face sideways.

"It's okay." He let go of his hand, and the two moved some distance away.

The audience around him gradually dispersed, Bai Qianwan stretched, his bones and joints creaking.

"It's late," Song Nongmo looked at his watch, "Shall I take you home?"

"Well, you should come back earlier, don't wander around outside."

The two walked out of the underground Colosseum. It was already pitch black outside, with river water and neon lights flickering not far away.Song Nongmo stood by the side of the road and called the driver to pick him up. Bai Qianwan went over to punch him on a whim, and Song Nongmo grabbed him with one hand.

He hung up the phone with a smile: "What are you doing? It's inexplicable."

"Hit you," Bai Qianwan twisted his hands and hammered his shoulder, "Can't you?"

……

wake up.

The memories that came to mind recently were all about Song Nongmo, probably because of his close relationship with him recently, Bai Qianwan rubbed his eyes, yawned and got out of bed.The clock on the wall shows ten o'clock.

There were unopened toothbrushes, toothpaste and cups in the bathroom, he grabbed them, washed his face and brushed his teeth in a hurry, found his own clothes to put on, and strode out the door.Outside the master bedroom is the corridor. He circled around and followed the sound to find the kitchen.

Song Nongmo was half naked wearing a blue apron. He was shoveling something in a frying pan. He distractedly glanced at Bai Qianwan and asked, "So punctual? Breakfast isn't ready, go sit outside."

Bai Qianwan didn't leave, he leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and looked up and down Song Nongmo's back with puzzled eyes.A few seconds later, he quietly walked forward, imitating the dream just now, he hugged Song Nongmo from behind, leaning his pointed chin on the other's shoulder, he looked down, it turned out that he was frying an egg.

Song Nongmo paused with his right hand holding the spatula.

The golden egg yolk is round and round on the solidified egg whites. The pan is steaming and fragrant. The hot oil is sizzling and roasting the outer circle of egg whites, revealing golden lace, and oily flowers jump out from time to time.

Fearing that the oil would splash his hands, Bai Qianwan let go of Song Nongmo's waist and abdomen through the apron, and reached in from under the apron to hug him tightly. During the process, he did not forget to remind Song Nongmo: "Turn over quickly, it's about to burn."

Turn the poached egg over with a spatula, and the egg yolk hits the bottom of the pan with a snap.

"What are you doing?" Song Nongmo asked.

"Just had a dream."

"what?"

"I dreamed that I went to the Colosseum with you, and two men were fighting."

"That's wrestling."

"Whatever, anyway, I hugged you like this back then, I'll see if I can remember something after hugging you again."

"Have you thought of it?"

"No."

Bai Qianwan let go of his hand in disappointment, moved his position, stared at Song Nongmo's hand and salivated.

While flipping the fried egg, Song Nongmo breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a more serious tone, "Let's play."

After being kicked out of the kitchen, Bai Qianwan entered the dining room.

The rectangular white marble tabletop was spotless, and after pulling away the first black-edged leather chair, a tabby cat curled up into a pie shape was revealed, and Bai Qianwan touched its ears.

A man in an apron appears with a fried egg.The golden slightly burnt poached eggs were cut in half and placed on the plate, and a glass of water was placed by Bai Qianwan's hand. Song Nongmo took off his apron and sat down opposite him: "There is nothing else, only eggs and water, eat whatever you want." .”

"It's okay." Bai Qianwan picked up his chopsticks, and Song Nongmo's upper body gave him unlimited appetite in Yu Guangli.

Seeing that Bai Qianwan finished his breakfast and drank warm water obediently, Song Nongmo suddenly asked like last time: "You have cannibalism, right?" This time he simply pressed Bai Qianwan's hand , there is a threat not to leave unless you answer well.