Misfiring

The room was dark.

The blackout curtains were carefully drawn, and Cheng Mo slept so deeply that he didn't know what day or night it would be. In the end, he was still in a state of hunger, so he had to try to move. His eyelids lifted sourly, and he slowly raised his hand after seeing the surrounding environment clearly. Pushing away the broken hair sticking to his forehead, he intends to stretch.

However, as soon as he moved his legs, a tearing pain suddenly came from his waist. He gritted his teeth and endured the intense discomfort. Cheng Mo supported the bed and sat up slowly. His legs were so weak that they didn't look like his own. It's like just getting off a flight that flew halfway around the world, and you need to carry them into your shoes by yourself.

The sheets had obviously been changed, but the soiled set was not in the hamper.Cheng Mo turned off the air conditioner, took out looser home clothes from the closet and put them on with difficulty. He wanted to take a shower, but he felt very refreshed. He had undoubtedly been well prepared, so there was no need for him to do it again. Tossed.

Grinning his teeth and finishing washing, Cheng Mo stood in front of the door and hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind to press the doorknob——

The aroma of food wafted into his nostrils, and Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment. He dragged his slippers and moved slowly to the dining room, and found that Ying Yang was preparing lunch with his back turned to him. Hearing the movement, he looked back and said, "Are you awake?"

"...Ah." The voice was hoarse.

Ying Yang noticed this, put down the spoon in his hand and beckoned him over.Cheng Mo stood still, and Eggy yelled softly and stuck to his leg. He couldn't bend down to hug him, so he had to pull aside the chair beside him and sit carefully, motioning for it to jump up by itself.

"Meow." Eggy seldom sees him sleeping until the sun rises, so she can't help but arch her head at him curiously, asking him to touch it a few more times.

Ying Yang couldn't wait for Cheng Mo to cling to him, but watched him being entangled in balls, which made him uncomfortable for a while.

Why is it not as clingy as when I first kissed after sleeping? !

Unconvinced, she put a small plate of love in front of Cheng Mo, and then offered a cup of strawberry milkshake. Ying Yang deliberately put on a soft voice to compete with Eggs: "Eat something to pad your stomach, I don't know when you will wake up." , we have to wait for a while for lunch."

Smelling it, Eggy jumped onto the dining table with a swipe, and sniffed in front of the plate like a puppy.Due to too much consumption last night, Cheng Mo really felt hungry. Facing the banana cake and eggs that he could touch but not eat, he chose the former without much hesitation.

Pulling the cup and plate closer, without looking at Eggy, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of white and fat pastry and put it into his mouth.

Well--

For health reasons, the banana cake Yingyang is cooked in a steamer without a drop of oil. It is made like red bean glutinous rice cakes. Bananas are cut into small cubes to make fillings. You can eat them without melting The pulp, regardless of taste or sweetness, is well controlled.

Cheng Mo narrowed his eyes contentedly.

He is good at cooking, but he almost never succeeds in these pastries, and the dough is either too hard or too soft.

After tasting another one with unsatisfied interest, Cheng Mo was finally willing to put down his chopsticks temporarily to drink the light pink milkshake.Compared with the fluffy and sweet banana cake, the strawberry milkshake tastes a bit sour, probably because there is no added sugar, but the combination of the two flavors is just right, so that the appetite will not be affected by too much sweetness.

Cheng Mo solved them all without saying a word, and then spread his hands on his belly, his eyes inevitably met Ying Yang's, watching him smile at himself with his balls in his arms.

Full of warmth and thoughts of lust, the previous reminders are not unreasonable, and the clips of last night began to replay involuntarily in his mind, Cheng Mo tried to look away as if nothing had happened, but in the next second, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the ambiguity all over his neck The number of red marks was nearly equal to those on his body.

If he hadn't known that it was impossible for him to get to such a position, Cheng Mo would have thought that Ying Yang made it up on purpose to frame him.

Finding him staring at her neck, Ying Yang pretended to touch it unintentionally: "My wife was so enthusiastic last night that I couldn't hold it down."

It's a lie, so I pressed it down.

How could this man turn black and white like this.

Cheng Mo glared at Ying Yang angrily, wondering if he was afraid that he would confront him, so he deliberately didn't leave a mark above his collarbone, so that if he wanted to get back his position, he could only lose his position on the spot Undressed? !

"What's the matter?" Ying Yang asked knowingly, "Breakfast doesn't suit your taste?"

Cannibals have a short mouth, and food is really good at buying people. When it comes to breakfast, Cheng Mo can't help but calm down a little, looking at Ying Yang and holding back a sentence: "The beef brisket is going to be mushy."

He is indeed braised beef brisket, that's right - radish and beef brisket stew, to replenish Cheng Mo's strength.

"Yo," Ying Yang stood up with a smile, put Eggy in his arms, and took away the empty cup and plate, "The nose is really good."

As soon as Ying Yang walked into the kitchen, Cheng Mo stood up slowly, and while he was out of sight, he limped to the sofa and tried to nest as well as he could. Danbian watched intentionally or unintentionally.

Attention will always be easily taken away by the man in the kitchen, even if he only walks a few steps occasionally and prepares side dishes for lunch in an ordinary and daily way, Cheng Mo still can't control the unreasonable feelings in his mind.

Not just slept once.

I've been distracted before, but I've never done it this often.

Even on the days when he misses this person the most, he can still concentrate on his class, and won't wander off because of his existence.No matter what kind of "class" he is participating in as a student or as a teacher, this does not happen.

Maybe because today is a holiday, it is just right for cranky thoughts and spring hearts?

Cheng Mo couldn't figure it out.

It may also be that he is subconsciously unwilling to admit that he has fallen deeper into this relationship, and that he loves that man named Ying Yang more than ever before.

Although his ears were listening to the laughter and laughter in the show, his eyes had already drifted into the kitchen, staring intently at Ying Yang's back, looking at him, and saw him out logically.

"What are you looking at?" Ying Yang sat next to Cheng Mo and stroked his hair naturally.

"I didn't look at you," Cheng Mo pushed his hand away, habitually denying, "You think too much."

Ying Yang couldn't help laughing: "I didn't say you watch me, I asked you about TV."

"..."

Cheng Mo blushed, and before he could answer, Ying Yang asked again disgustingly: "You were looking at me just now?" It's impossible not to feel.

Even now, Cheng Mo couldn't argue to the end, so he avoided the seriousness and said lightly: "I'm looking at the beef brisket."

"Your eyes still have the ability to see through?" After joking, Ying Yang said again, "What's so good about a beef brisket? It's not as good as a bullwhip."

"The bullwhip isn't pretty either."

"Have you seen it?" Ying Yang lowered his voice and leaned into his ear, "I thought you only watched it..."

Cheng Mo couldn't stand it any longer, so he covered his face with balls to keep him away, not wanting to pull his waist accidentally due to too much movement in the process: "Hiss——"

Eggy jumped back to the sofa nimbly, nestled into its exclusive pillow and licked its paws, while Ying Yang held Cheng Mo's waist and rubbed it lightly: "Back pain?"

Ying Yang's pressure relieved the soreness, Cheng Mo could no longer pretend to be calm, nodded, and lay down stiffly following his strength: "It seems to be twisted."

Ying Yang lifted his clothes and observed carefully, except for a few faint finger marks, he couldn't see anything, so he could only massage him for the time being.

"Hiss... go a little further, go further... yes, that's right there, hey..."

Eggy tilted her head to look at it for a while, then curiously climbed up on his back, stomped and jumped, and contributed to the great cause of massage.

"Hey, ouch...don't, don't jump." Cheng Mo made him itch, and smiled out of breath, "Hurry up...get it off quickly."

Ying Yang didn't listen, and took the time to rub Eggy's back twice: "This is not right, brother will hurt." After finishing speaking, he grabbed its paw and taught it how to exert force, explaining solemnly, "This way... yes .”

Cheng Mo was flustered when he heard that, no matter what he thought, it was unreliable.

Unexpectedly, after Ying Yang's demonstration, Eggy really didn't jump around anymore. Instead, she lay on his back and stepped on the milk rhythmically with her two front paws.Although during the process, Dandan's unintentionally protruding claws scratched the flesh through the clothes from time to time, Cheng Mo was still very pleased with this.

"Well...comfortable."

You really deserve to be my dear egg, I didn't raise you in vain!

After 10 minutes passed, Eggy couldn't help but close her eyes, stretched her body warmly, snored continuously, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Ying Yang gently carried it back to the mat, and asked Cheng Mo in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Raising his hand to press on his waist, Cheng Mo felt much better, and motioned for Ying Yang to pull him up.

After getting up, Ying Yang didn't let go, but pinched Cheng Mo's palm and asked again: "Does it hurt elsewhere?"

"..." After reacting for a while, Cheng Mo grabbed the pillow and looked away, "There is no other place."

"Really? It was still a little red and swollen when I woke up this morning."

"no!"

Ying Yang obviously didn't believe it: "Let me see."

"Really not...!"

After staring at Ying Yang angrily for a few seconds, Cheng Mo suddenly tossed the pillow, rushed over to hug his neck and bit him, the movement was very skillful.

"Hey, didn't you bite enough last night?!"

Ying Yang struggled for a while, but was then gagged by Cheng Mo.

In the following week, the two of them also lived such shameless days. A box of ten condoms was squandered in a short time, and the last surviving one was sacrificed in the trash can in the kitchen.

"Don't make the bed dirty."

"Change the sheets later."

"It was changed once yesterday!"

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom."

This time, Cheng Mo had no objection.

Undoubtedly, it is a little bit of a struggle to squeeze two adult men into the small bathtub, but Cheng Mo has already found a solution in the past few days of exercise——

Think of Ying Yang as a good-looking human cushion, which is more comfortable than sticking to a hard bathtub.

They were wrapped in pure white dense foam. Cheng Mo picked up a handful and put them on Ying Yang's arm. Watching them slide down and melt away without a sound, he suddenly thought of the story of the mermaid princess.

"A long time ago, in a castle deep under the sea lived an unattractive mermaid prince. His favorite thing to do was to float to the surface of the sea and look at the scenery on land.

"One day, he had just passed his 16th birthday, and he ate a lot of cake, so he habitually swam into the shallow sea to digest his food. But he never expected that a huge sailboat jumped into the In the field of vision, the boundless hull of the ship shone coldly under the moonlight.

"The prince saw a flag with a skull painted on it hanging on the mast. He knew that he had encountered a pirate. His family said that pirates were bloodthirsty and loved to drink fish soup. He felt a little scared and wanted to dive right away. Go back to the bottom of the sea to hide from the limelight.

"But at this moment, a man dressed like a pirate leader stood on the deck and looked down. He spotted the disheveled prince immediately, with his slender tail shrinking back and forth, praying that the other party would never find himself identity of."

Having said that, Cheng Mo suddenly stopped.

Ying Yang asked appreciatively, "And then?"

"Don't touch it yet."

"Check to see if there are any scales."

"There are leg hairs."

"You have leg hair?" Ying Yang was surprised, "Come on, find the root and let me see."

"This, what do you think of this." It's all bubbles.

"Well... I guess you need a magnifying glass to look at it, and it's not bad if you can find one." Ying Yang raised his leg, "Here, this kind of leg hair is called real leg hair, and yours are fake and shoddy products."

Cheng Mo didn't understand what was the point of showing off, so he got a little angry and struggled to grab his hand: "Then you find a genuine product with hair."

"Don't, I just like hairless ones." Ying Yang always likes to provoke people to jump, so he barely shows his desire to survive, "I can see it very clearly."

"I, I have hair!" Cheng Mo retorted subconsciously.

It sounds like playing tricks with him perseveringly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ying Yang assured himself, "It doesn't matter if you have it or not, I like it. Can you let me continue to drink fish soup?" Ye Te consciously connected the story to himself and Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo was dissatisfied with being exposed by him, and curled his lips and said, "If you want to drink, you can cook it yourself."

Ying Yang followed Cheng Mo's previous background in a nonchalant manner: "The pirate leader was shocked when he saw the mermaid in the water, and thought, 'There are such otherworldly fish in the world, come to my bowl soon. ’, so in the next second he rubbed his hands and jumped into the sea, relying on his superb ability and skills, he took the beautiful fish back without much effort, and lived a sexual life of one fish and one stolen.”

"..." Cheng Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and corrected him unconvincingly, "That's not the case!"

"Don't care about the process, in short, the ending is to live happily together with 'sex'." Ying Yang also emphasized the pronunciation of one of the words.

not necessarily.

"The little prince will turn into foam."

"The pirate leader will let the whole sea be buried with him."

"How can there be such a thing?!"

"Why not, who made you become momo."

"..." Cheng Mo didn't want to continue entangled, picked up the bubble in front of him and blew it over, and said half-jokingly, "I was always silent."

It took Ying Yang a while to realize, hugged him and smiled for a long time: "Hey, you are really not ashamed."

"What's wrong with Momo, you're still in a daze." He can't be the only childish one.

"It's against you, call it Brother Yang!"

"Yang Yang."

"Brother Yang!"

"Yang Yang."

"Call 'Yang Yang' again and I will let you see what the radical of this word is."

"Yang..." Mom is the blind father-in-law of the sun!Cheng Mo suddenly changed the subject, "Brother."

"Call together again." Ying Yang was not particularly satisfied.

"Brother Yang."

It is said that people's desires are endless. After having a good time, Ying Yang is not only satisfied with this, but soon has an inch to ask: "Call my husband."

"..." Cheng Mo thought for a while, and found that there were no scary radicals in these two words, so he gritted his teeth and did not cooperate.

"Look at that husband's 'gong', does it look like you...?"

"..." Nonsense!Cheng Mo struggled to get up and splashed water on his face, "Like you are dreaming."

Ying Yang was not angry either, he wiped his face casually, and said with great interest: "Don't talk about dreaming, I always use the word 'handsome', okay?"

After smoothing the wet hair on the forehead, revealing the three-dimensional and profound facial features, Cheng Mo suddenly looked like a virgin in love, who was so confused by his casual words and actions, his little heart was pounding, and he almost fell asleep. It really did what he wanted.

"I won't discuss this with you." Cheng Mo put the water on, stood under the nozzle and began to rinse the bubbles on his body, "You didn't read all the words in your middle school textbook."

"But it doesn't affect talking, wife."

Not only does it not affect his speech, but it also does not hinder his shameless behavior.

"..."

Tired of getting into bed, Cheng Mo felt sleepy as soon as he got into bed, yawned a little, and lay down with his back facing each other: "Sleep..."

Before he finished saying good night, Ying Yang posted it as usual: "Hey."

"Ok?"

"... Forget it, go to sleep."

"Good night."

Ying Yang didn't answer, but silently pressed a kiss on the back of his neck.

The routine kiss made people feel more at ease, and Cheng Mo immediately fell into a peaceful dreamland, unaware of the upcoming fate.

In the dream, he slowly walked up the empty stairs, and walked up to the roof of the teaching building step by step according to the instructions of the graffiti on the wall.The rusty iron door creaked open, and the warm afternoon sun came in, illuminating the slightly shady corridor behind.Ying Yang stood in the golden light and watched him, as if he was sure that he would agree to the appointment, with a smile on his lips, he asked confidently and flamboyantly——

"I, Ying Yang, have my eyes on you, do you want to stay with me?"

Outside the dream, the room was greeted by the same warm sunshine, but Cheng Mo stood in front of the window with a pale face, as if in an ice cave.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ying Yang hasn't come back since he left at some time in the morning.He only took away his wallet and mobile phone. If there were no traces of his life left in the house, Cheng Mo almost thought that everything in the past half month was a scene of his own imagination.

He waited for a long time with his balls in his arms, but he still couldn't think of cooking, his stomach gradually protested because he couldn't be appeased, and two voices lingered tirelessly in his mind——

"The little prince will turn into foam."

"The pirate leader will let the whole sea be buried with him."

……

But when the head of the pirates became a bubble.

What should he bury?

On·End

The author has something to say: It’s been repaired in detail, and the scarf is not woven, but the buff of Brother Yang’s mouth cannon has been reduced by 20%, and the focus is on the overturning QAQ... Pigs pinching, online rats scurrying——