Misfiring

Cheng Mo was not in the bedroom when he came out of the shower.

Ying Yang was wearing a loose T-shirt with Peppa Pig printed on it, and a pair of childish powder blue slacks on his lower body. While wiping his hair, he caught Cheng Mo in the kitchen who was heating up milk: "The underwear is a bit tight. "

"Ah?" The underwear he prepared for Ying Yang was the wrong size by accident. The supermarket discounted it for 50 yuan and three pairs, mixed in the messy metal box.

Isn't it loose enough?

"Yeah." Following Cheng Mo's free gaze, Ying Yang looked down at his lower abdomen, then nodded affirmatively, "That's why I didn't wear it."

"..."

drip.

"It's just as long as you're comfortable." The sound of the microwave oven rescued Cheng Mo from the embarrassing situation, "Well, do you want to drink? Milk."

"I haven't touched this thing since I was an adult." Ying Yang raised his chin in disgust, "But if you feed me, I don't mind having a taste."

Cheng Mo added half a teaspoon of honey to the cup, stirred it gently, and took a sip, as if he had gained the strength to refuse from it: "...Forget it."

Ying Yang didn't care, just put his arm on his shoulder, and said abruptly: "Look, I'm right."

"What." Cheng Mo shrugged uncomfortably while holding the milk.

"Didn't I say that if you follow me, I can pamper you to heaven." Wiping off the milk stains on Cheng Mo's lips, Ying Yang licked his fingertips naturally, with a look of reminiscence on his face, "Now I have learned to talk back. You didn't dare to do this before, and you couldn't even speak well."

Hearing him mention "before", Cheng Mo lowered his head silently, his eyes were almost buried in the cup, and the hot milk steam gradually blurred his vision.But this time before he lost his mind, the sudden breath on the side of his neck immediately drew his attention back: "What, what are you doing?"

Ying Yang pulled off his collar and took a deep breath on his neck.

"Making sure."

Cheng Mo was very puzzled, raised his head to avoid it, and clenched his neckline tightly, with a trace of panic inevitably showing in his eyes.

"See if the smell of milk on your body is the smell of shower gel, or is it because you love to drink milk."

"How could..." Cheng Mo himself didn't think so.

"Yes." Ying Yang didn't allow him to distinguish, pushed his fingertips to the bottom of the cup, and urged, "Drink quickly, take a bath after drinking, I'm sleepy."

"You can sleep first."

A muffled voice came from the mouth of the cup, not to mention that Cheng Mo didn't intend to sleep with him tonight, even if they were together, there was no need for Ying Yang to wait for him.

But Ying Yang is just so unreasonable: "If you say it again, I can even watch you take a bath in person."

Cheng Mo hasn't tasted the feeling of being speechless for a long time.Since graduation, he has been teaching in No. [-] Middle School in City A, taking only one subject of psychology.Three years is enough for him to learn how to perform at the lecture table with ease. Even the most naughty child in the class will calmly tuck his tail in front of him, so obedient that he can lick his hair.

Can be fierce, can be severe.

It's just that as soon as he meets Ying Yang, he can't help but return to his original shape.

After all, that coquettish energy was all stolen from Ying Yang. If he turned his head and frowned at him now, wouldn't it be a joke and a joke? !

No shame.

After drinking the milk as quickly as possible, Cheng Mo washed the cup and added the night's rations to Eggy. He thought that he would be able to get rid of Ying Yang's influence temporarily after entering the bathroom, but the black triangular cloth soaked in the sink caught his eyelids. one jump.

"You... why did you leave your underwear here?!"

"Wait for you to wash it for me." Ying Yang took it for granted, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Cheng Mo finally couldn't help but turn around and stare at him: "You hurt your head, not your hands!"

"What does this have to do with whether I hurt my hand or not?" Ying Yang was more innocent than him, "Didn't it always be you who washed it?"

"I..." Cheng Mo felt that Ying Yang was more insane than amnesia.Since it doesn't make sense to him, then don't blame him for being wicked, "You remember wrongly, it's clearly you who washed it."

Unexpectedly, instead of doubting, Ying Yang was very active: "Okay, then you take it off, and I'll see if it feels that way."

In terms of the thickness of his skin, Cheng Mo might not be able to keep up with Ying Yang in his lifetime.

So this dispute over the ownership of the right to wash the underwear ended with Cheng Mo kicking him out of the bathroom, grabbing the material of the underwear and scrubbing them clean as if venting his anger.

After taking a shower uncomfortably, Cheng Mo sneaked to the small balcony next to the kitchen, and hung up two rare fabrics in his hand, one black and one white, the size of the black one was enough to measure with the naked eye. It's two laps bigger.

The clothes in the dirty laundry basket were poured into the washing machine. With the sound of the drum running, Cheng Mo secretly squeezed his waist, and once again disliked his too thin body.

City A is located in a typhoon-prone area. When the "King of Wind" arrived a while ago, he couldn't help but go out and take out the trash, but was blown several meters away.

But he doesn't get fat no matter what he eats, and he can only gain weight through exercise.

He just doesn't like sports.

What a difficult proposition.

"Why are you in a daze." Waking people up again and again, Ying Yang felt that he was about to catch up with the alarm clock.

"No."

"Tsk, don't tell me, do you?"

It wasn't a heavy tone, and the expression wasn't too vicious. Ying Yang just squinted at him, and Cheng Mo automatically read the threat from it.

"I just thought about how to grow more meat, nothing else."

"Why, do you think you are skinny?" Ying Yang took the opportunity to pinch his waist, pretending to be disgusted, "There is no meat. Who told you to only peck a little bit of rice, the cat would eat more than you. No sports."

Cheng Mo moved his hand angrily: "I ate a lot."

Everyone understands the truth, but you have to be able to do it.

Unexpectedly, Ying Yang simply stretched out his arms and took him into his arms: "It's okay, I don't mind it, it looks good if you are thin or fat. If you have more meat, it is comfortable to hold, but if you are thin... Sometimes it can be obvious here." Hold yourself up," Ying Yang said while reaching into the hem of Cheng Mo's pajamas, pressing his lower abdomen while hoping to draw conclusions, "It's not without benefits."

"You...not!" Cheng Mo struggled in a panic, denying again and again, "There is no such time."

Ying Yang squinted his eyes and tightened his strength not to let him go: "Are you questioning my size?"

"No." Cheng Mo stuttered angrily, "I mean we didn't, nothing like that."

"what?"

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, then he closed his eyes and his heart sank: "There is nothing."

The voice was played very softly, floating gracefully into Ying Yang's ears——

It was like a spark that had been brewing for a long time fell into the oil pile, and immediately set off a fire: "Fuck! Impossible! I have confessed to you."

Cheng Mo suddenly turned his head, only to see that Ying Yang's face was full of awe, "You can't refuse me", so that he turned around and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Nonsense.

No confession at all.

He remembered correctly, it was Ying Yang who made the mistake.

Even if there was such a thing, the target would not be me.

Cheng Mo clenched his fists, thinking vacillatingly.

The author has something to say:

Milk + honey = a good night's sleep.