Misfiring

After a long time, Eggy, probably after studying the beetle, felt that the two people on the sofa were a bit strange. Taking advantage of the aftermath of victory, it leaped onto the sofa in a heroic manner, with its soft fleshy pads on Cheng Mo's back, and its handsome fur head Raising it high, he boldly responded to Yang's clamor: "Yuuuu—"

The moment of comfort was interrupted. Facing Cheng Mo's secretly annoyed expression, Ying Yang evaded the seriousness and said lightly: "This guy is here to fight for favor." Then, he naturally pinched the back of Eggy's neck and sent it back to the ground, " No, your father has to accompany your mother tonight."

"I'm not..." Cheng Mo leaned on his hands and raised his body slightly, "Hiss."

Ying Yang thought that he was just taking the opportunity to change the subject, so he didn't think about it for a while, and after helping him sit up straight, he asked, "What is that?"

"...Brother." Cheng Mo explained guiltily, and he didn't even believe it.

"Yo, this generation is chaotic." Ying Yang obviously misunderstood, and smiled openly, "Okay, good son, take care of Dad to take a bath."

Cheng Mo was well aware of his virtues, and the more he confronted him, the more vigorous he became, so he just pursed his lips and shrank aside, without retorting: "Wait a minute."

After waiting patiently for a few seconds, Ying Yang finally sensed something was wrong: "What, is it screwed?"

Seeing that Ying Yang wanted to get started directly, Cheng Mo couldn't help explaining, "Cramp."

"where."

"……leg."

"You'll be suffocated to death." Having said that, Ying Yang didn't ask any more, but pinched his ankles on both sides respectively, and easily found out the key point.

The strong phalanges pressed against the calf, and there was a tendency to go up more and more. Cheng Mo hurriedly reached for his hand: "Don't, it will be fine after a while."

"Okay, shut up. You can lose a piece of meat if you touch it twice?! Then you will become a skeleton." Ying Yang couldn't get used to his mother-in-law's appearance, so her tone couldn't help but became more ferocious. The intensity kept increasing, "Besides, I haven't touched any part of your body, huh?"

"... Be gentle!" Ying Yang's words and demeanor were so frivolous, Cheng Mo didn't know which string he touched, his face turned green and red, and he even took the courage to pat the back of his hand quickly.

It's like a mosquito bite. In the past, Ying Yang might have relentlessly attacked, but now he feels that his tone just now is a bit too much, and when he sees Cheng Mo swallowing his anger, no matter how big he is. The anger inevitably disappeared: "Tsk, it's evened out."

The sore and swollen part happened to be the root of the leg. When Ying Yang pressed all the way up, Cheng Mo almost squeezed his heart out of his throat with a breath secretly. Sophisticated, what finally forced Cheng Mo to overflow his lips was a restrained sound.

"Uh, uh, uh."

Occasionally accompanied by a few difficult gasps, like hiccups.

However, Ying Yang had untimely thoughts from it: "Did you say that in bed too? I can't remember." Regarding the intimate scene between each other, he suddenly found that the relevant blocks in his mind were very limited. , "How about...help me recall tonight?"

Cheng Mo's face turned red, and he held his breath until his throbbing legs and feet subsided, and then he jumped to the ground involuntarily, and hurriedly hid in the room: "I'll put the water on!"

Ying Yang didn't stop her, his eyes lingered for a while in the direction where Cheng Mo's back disappeared, and then fell on Dandan, who was squatting by the wall washing her face, and said without shame, "Mom is shy."

Eggy didn't raise her head, and silently followed the room after washing her face, as if to complain about his shameless behavior.

Ying Yang smiled meaninglessly, got up and locked the French windows outside the yard, drew the curtains, turned off the ceiling light in the living room, and walked freely on the way back to the room in the darkness, seeking his powdery comfort.

Said to go back to the room to turn on the water, but Cheng Mo had just rolled up his sleeves to adjust the water temperature when Ying Yang went into the bathroom.

The freshly hung towels hanging on the side wall are still wet, exuding the fragrance of soap, no doubt they have just been washed.There is only one cup on the wash stand, and there are two toothbrushes inserted in it, the same as the face towel, one pink and one blue, and one of them is relatively new.

Ying Yang saw all kinds of visions in his eyes, but kept his face calm, and even raised his hands to take off his clothes: "Let's wash together."

"Ah?!" Cheng Mo turned his head suddenly, clearly the water temperature had been adjusted, but he shivered as if he had been scalded.

"I said, let's wash together." Ying Yang took off cleanly, leaving only the last pair of low-waisted underwear on his body, and brushed the hair beside the gauze, "I won't save you from splashing wet and nagging there again." .”

"I..." Cheng Mo held the nozzle for a while, and finally managed to find a more reasonable reason, "The bathtub is too small, I, I'll wash it for you."

Ying Yang squinted at him for a while, and finally took a step back as if in embarrassment: "It's okay."

In the steamy bathroom, Ying Yang sits naked in the bathtub, the continuous flow of heat and foam submerges the abdominal muscles, softening the chiseled lines of the upper head.

Cheng Mo was helping him wash his hair, and tried his best to focus on the wet black hair in front of him, so as to avoid catching any parts that shouldn't be seen when he glanced around.

Sensitive fingertips shuttled constantly between the rough hair, which was far from the soft touch of cat fur. Cheng Mo even felt some terminal pain in the process.

But reason told him that it was not caused by external contact.

The first time he did such a thing, the object was Ying Yang, and this was the first day of their reunion after a long absence.He was probably a little excited... and panicked.

Although Cheng Mo did not forget to pay attention to the strength of rubbing while talking to his heart, Ying Yang still disliked it out of unwillingness to be ignored: "You are pulling chicken feathers."

"I'm sorry." Cheng Mo subconsciously apologized.

Ying Yang turned his head to the side and squinted his eyes: "I'll kiss you once again if you tell a nonsense in the future, until you get rid of this bad habit."

I don't know who has more stink problems!

Cheng Mo was ashamed and anxious, blushing and was about to defend himself, when Ying Yang answered, "This time, I owe it first and calculate the interest."

After finishing speaking, Ying Yang straightened his posture naturally, continued to enjoy leaning against the bathtub and let out a sigh of relief like a grandpa.But Cheng Mo suffered a lot. He wanted to pull his hair root and grind it, but he was afraid of affecting the wound on his forehead. He even swallowed his breath when flushing the water, for fear that the gauze would get wet even a little bit, and all previous efforts would be wasted.

This person is always like this, and he will not resist if he is sure.

But if you can't provoke him, you can't hide from him. He also has the courage to run away.

After figuring it out, Cheng Mo slapped the nozzle on Ying Yang's chest, rushed out the door with the heat unintentionally touched by his fingertips, and flung out a very disappointing sentence: "Okay, wash yourself next."

The author has something to say:

It's mother, brother, and son, what a mess!