Misfiring

He never expected to go out for a day and spend the day outside. When he got home, it was time for dinner again. After changing his shoes, Cheng Mo touched his balls, and then plunged into the kitchen, busy like ants moving house.

I can't even take a rest.

In the midsummer evening, the sweltering heat still persisted, and Cheng Mo toiled back and forth as he stepped on the golden floor, his ankles were covered with a thin layer of velvet.Poured all the newly bought clothes and pants on the dining table, put away the shopping bags, and looked at Cheng Mo for a while before saying: "I threw all the things into the washing machine."

"Yeah." Subconsciously, Cheng Mo suddenly stopped Ying Yang, "Wait, take out the underwear."

"Why, do you want to see it?" Ying Yang deliberately laughed at him, "I asked you to help me choose but I didn't do it."

"...Who wants to see it." Cheng Mo held the kitchen knife, feeling confident enough to speak, "Underwear can't be washed with clothes, you have to wash it with your own hands, don't you know?"

"do not know."

Cheng Mo was very helpless, Xiao Xiao sighed: "Now I know."

"Ah."

Ying Yang picked up the clothes and trousers alone and threw them into the washing machine, poured in an appropriate amount of laundry detergent, and started it.There was no mistake in the process, Cheng Mo was about to relax, but he saw Ying Yang standing aside and looking at him silently.

"What, what are you doing?"

"Are you done?"

Cheng Mo looked at the cutting board under his hand, and there was a sliced ​​zucchini lying on it, a quarter of which was cut into thin triangular slices, ready to be used for cooking soup: "No."

"Or I'll cut it."

"what?"

"You help me wash my underwear."

"...wash yourself!"

Ying Yang clicked his tongue: "No."

"You didn't know how to wash your underwear when you were 18?" Cheng Mo suddenly remembered that he had an inexplicable nosebleed and accidentally messed with Ying Yang's clothes.

He was in English class at that time, when Ying Yang heard the noise, he covered his face with his jacket and led him all the way to the bathroom.To deal with this kind of bleeding problem, Ying Yang didn't even need to go to the school doctor. He squeezed his nose and rubbed it a few times, and then rinsed it with cold water. The bleeding stopped quickly, but his coat cuffs were covered with blood, which was horrible. .

He felt very sorry, and originally planned to help him clean it up, but he finished it by himself in a few strokes, and he said that he was skillful, and he said that he did this kind of thing a lot.

Now suddenly say no?

Cheng Mo naturally didn't believe it, and his eyes showed suspicion.

"I don't know how to stare at me." Ying Yang thinks that he has no great advantages, except that he is thick-skinned, so that he can be a rascal most of the time, "Anyway, not now."

Cheng Mo ignored him, picked up the kitchen knife and continued cutting melons.

After waiting for a while, Cheng Mo still had the attitude of no one else, Ying Yang seemed to feel that it was meaningless, and turned out of the kitchen angrily: "Okay, wash it yourself." sick."

"..." Cheng Mo knew that these words were probably intended for him, but the sudden fatherly attitude still forced him to drop the kitchen knife, pointing at Ying Yang who turned around and beckoning, "You, cut the melon!"

"okay!"

The sound of water splashing, forming a harmonious duet in the small living room.

Ying Yang raised the knife, and after a while, the crisp zucchini became slices with equal thickness. It seemed that the knife skills were better than Cheng Mo's.

After cutting, Ying Yang put them all into the soup pot and rolled them together with the raw meat in the boiling water.And Cheng Mo was still busy in the bathroom at this time, Ying Yang covered the pot, ready to take the opportunity to touch him and tease him a few words.

He deliberately walked lightly, so Cheng Mo didn't know about it, and put the cleaned underwear in a small basin beside him, while he lifted the hem of his back with his backhand and wiped the sweat on his body with a towel.

The white and delicate waist turns red when rubbed lightly.Ying Yang saw that his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and his figure appeared in the mirror unexpectedly.Cheng Mo was taken aback, and then Ying Yang took the wet wipe in his hand, and complied with the act of wiping his body.

No one cared about the hem of the clothes, and they fell silently. Since Cheng Mo didn't grow much flesh, there was enough space between the pure cotton material and the back.Ying Yang squeezed the towel from the shoulder blades all the way to the waist and eyes, so that the skin of the tired day was dyed with a soothing tide.

After wandering around like this for a couple of times, Cheng Mo finally came back to his senses, and was about to twist his body to escape, but Ying Yang walked around his hips at this moment, with his strong arms stuck around his waist, and stuck the turned-up wet towel to his body Move forward slowly.

too weird.

Cheng Mo felt hot all over, as if the water vapor on his body evaporated with his reason, causing an illusion similar to emotion.He didn't dare to raise his eyes to look in the mirror, and he didn't have the courage to speak out to stop him. He was afraid that his trembling voice might reveal the panic in his heart, so he had no choice but to grab Ying Yang's hand indiscriminately and pull it out vainly.

I thought it would take a lot of effort, but Ying Yang came out in cooperation, slipped the sticky wet towel into the pool, and stretched his body gently.And Cheng Mo fell into Ying Yang's arms as lightly as it did, and he snatched his breath without warning.

"Well."

Fu Yu's height difference made Ying Yang's sneak attack effortless, Cheng Mo's trembling vision was only left with interlaced light and shadow and Ying Yang's closed eyelids for a moment, and his thoughts gradually fell into chaos like hypnosis, even though he had been with him several times After a similar contact, Cheng Mo was still helpless against the resulting dizziness.

Fumbling around with both hands at a loss, Ying Yang seemed to sense his uneasiness, grabbed his wrist and led it to his shoulder, then took advantage of the opportunity to straighten Cheng Mo's body to bully him, and gently pushed and took a step .

There was a wall behind him, and the cold and hard tiles made Cheng Mo push forward, deepening the ongoing kiss by accident.Ying Yang sucked his lower lip, and seemed to smile at his unintentional act of throwing himself into his arms, and then the tip of his tongue found an excuse to invade, and slipped into the bottom of Cheng Mo's tongue like a dragon swimming in the sea, with a variety of tricks teasing him.

Cheng Mo's entire body was forced to retreat irrevocably, and his neck could only be lifted in unison. The soreness from the root of his tongue spread all the way to the back of his neck, making him unconsciously soften his body. Apart from letting him do whatever he wanted There is no other way.

And Ying Yang didn't let him go easily this time as a matter of course, with one hand firmly grasping the back waist, closely fitting the flexible arc, while the other hand caressed the side of the face, and pinched the earlobe curiously with his fingertips.

"Woo..." Cheng Mo's ears twitched, and he couldn't help but clung to his shoulders, and he couldn't help but let out a sob.

His reaction pleased Ying Yang, and the raging lips and tongue began to slow down, tracing every inch of teeth in detail, occasionally even backing away benevolently for a moment, allowing him to breathe freely.

The battle line was stretched too long, and as time passed, Cheng Mo gradually regained his sanity under the habit of being slightly drunk, but at that time he suddenly realized that he took the initiative to suck Ying Yang's lips, and chased him for kisses like begging for food.

This kind of cognition made him doubly ashamed.After struggling with blushing and beating hearts, Cheng Mo planned to pretend to be angry and push the person away, and also planned to withdraw his tongue when he went out to the other party's mouth.

However, conjectures are conjectures after all, and Cheng Mo's cultivation level is still shallow after all. As soon as the palm of his hand touched the firm chest, Ying Yang had a keen insight into his mind, tilted his head slightly, and breathed hot breath into his ears. One step exposed him: "Hey, you reacted."

Hearing this, Cheng Mo clamped his legs as if trying to cover up, and retorted hoarsely: "No!"

"What kind of legs are there without you?" Wiping off the wet marks on Cheng Mo's lips, Ying Yang squinted her eyes, the satisfaction after the deep kiss remained on her face, but her words were merciless.

In response to this, Cheng Mo summoned up all his strength and pushed Ying Yang out of the bathroom without saying a word. At the same time, the small basin with underwear was stuffed into his arms, and the door was slammed and locked.

"Don't be shy." Ying Yang got cheap and acted like a good boy, standing outside the door to comfort him without sincerity, "You are all adults, it's normal to have a little reaction, and you're not the only one..."

"..."

There seems to be nothing wrong with this statement.

After all, as far as Ying Yang is concerned, with an 18-year-old mind and a 25-year-old body, what does Teddy think.

Maybe his actions of leaning over and stealing kisses from time to time in the past two days are all out of dissatisfaction with desire, and I don't know what he usually does...

Inadvertently diverging away, Cheng Mo's eyelashes twitched, turned on the faucet in embarrassment, picked up cold water and splashed himself several times.

Control, control him!

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Cherish every teddy in your life.