Misfiring

The next day.

Cheng Mo woke up in an unfamiliar room, stared at the ceiling for a while, and then automatically moved towards the heat source behind him.

Here, only the broad embrace is familiar, not sticking to him or anyone else.

Ying Yang obviously woke up a long time ago, leaning against the head of the bed with a laptop on his body, typing on the keyboard with one hand, and burying the other under the quilt to make trouble.

Cheng Mo intended to hug his waist, but he was blocked by a hard object halfway.

Mi stared at the past, saw that it was a computer, and Ying Yang seemed to be dealing with work, Cheng Mo only retreated and withdrew his hand, and instead circled his upper arm and rubbed his head.

Unconsciously, there was an unconscious grunt in the throat, and it was so true.

It was just a simple act of intimacy, and Ying Yang felt a little numb all over. He couldn't help but sigh that he was getting deeper and deeper, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

After all, Cheng Mo is also investing in it now, he is not just wishful thinking, a hot face sticking to someone's cold ass.

"Cheng Xiaomo, I found that you are really clingy these days."

"Hmm..." Facing the facts, and the nerves in his brain hadn't fully activated yet, Cheng Mo wasn't too shy, and even analyzed in an orderly manner, "This is the joint effect of 5-hydroxytryptamine, phenylethylamine, and adenosine triphosphate." As a result, I can't help it."

"What the hell?" Ying Yang was stunned.

"You can look it up." Since Cheng Mo is still in bed, Cheng Mo can't recite accurate instructions for the time being. At this time, his mind should be empty and not used to think about things, otherwise it will not get enough rest, and it will protest and become stupid of.

Thanks to Ying Yang's good memory, he was not asked to repeat the words again.

The search quickly yielded results: 5-hydroxytryptamine, phenylethylamine, and adenosine triphosphate are hormones that are automatically secreted in the human body during love, which respectively make people relax, arouse sexual desire, and speed up heartbeat...

Ying Yang pondered for a while, and finally understood the twists and turns.

To put it bluntly, when these things are combined, the result is probably like Cheng Mo's - sticky.

Ying Yang couldn't be more satisfied, and stroked his sleepy hair: "Are you hungry, do you want to get up and eat?"

"what time is it?"

Cheng Mo thought that it was no more than eleven or twelve o'clock, but he didn't want to respond, but said, "It's more than one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Ah? It's so late!" Cheng Mo sat up reflexively.Yesterday, I made an appointment with Xiao Yang to go out at four o'clock, and now I haven't settled down for lunch yet.

No, I can't stay in bed anymore.

However, reality often gives people a heavy blow. As soon as Cheng Mo sat upright, his lumbar spine twitched violently from the excessive toss last night: "Hiss..." Both legs were so sore that it didn't look like his own, Cheng Mo had no choice but to collapse When I went back, tears came out, "It hurts."

Hearing him moaning, Ying Yang hurriedly closed the computer, put it aside, and said with concern: "Where does it hurt?" He didn't feel anything, but he felt refreshed, so he didn't think too much about it for a while.

"The waist and legs... all hurt." As he spoke, Cheng Mote consciously turned his back on his stomach, his cheeks sunk into the soft pillow, and it was self-evident what he was thinking.

Ying Yang liked the way he was out of sight, rubbed his hands together, and pressed him down with ease.

I completely forgot about the massage chair at home.

Cheng Mo stretched his waist and walked to the audio-visual room until He Yingyang ordered the meal on the mobile phone.

Nested into the massage chair as if someone had taken away his bones and continued to enjoy, Ying Yang followed up with his balls in his arms: "Didn't you press enough just now?"

"It's getting better, but my legs are still a little sore, press it again, and I have to go out in a while."

Thinking of Yang Jiuhui's troubles, Ying Yang couldn't help frowning: "Why don't you go."

Cheng Mo glanced at him, hesitating a little: "No, I agree." And with Xiao Yang's sophistication, maybe he is already bathing and scenting himself, making all kinds of preparations.

Ying Yang is obviously not used to repenting, but the situation is different now: "If you feel really uncomfortable, don't go, it's okay."

"It's not uncomfortable." Asked Dandan to come over and snort the fluff on its head, and then raised it up to suck a few mouthfuls, Cheng Mo added with a smile, "It's okay."

Seeing that he could still laugh, Ying Yang finally felt more at ease: "Okay, I'll ask him to take you to find a place to sit later, so you don't run around."

Putting Eggy back on his lap, and feeling the vibration of the massage chair with him, Cheng Mo beckoned to Ying Yang for no reason: "Come here."

"how."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Mo wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed her.

"kiss you."

"...Tomorrow, try it here tomorrow." Ying Yang was stunned for a while, and was teased to talk while touching the trembling leather surface of Cheng Mo's leg, and nodded, "It comes with a vibration, not bad."

"..."

After chattering greasyly about family affairs for a while, saying to take a bath for Dandan after dinner, Cheng Mo suddenly remembered: "By the way, what's Xiao Yang's full name?"

Maybe he should think about how to call him better, he can't really call him Xiao Yang.After all, he was five years older than himself. Although he couldn't tell, he was still not too big or small, which was outrageous.

"Yang Jiuhui."

"Oh." Cheng Mo thought for a while, "How about... I call him Brother Hui?"

"Then you might as well call him sister." Ying Yang couldn't help laughing.

"what?"

"His nominal name in our place is Ace, and everyone usually calls him Sister A."

"Named? What does he do..."

"The number one overlord flower."

"what?!"

"On the bright side." Seeing Cheng Mo's surprised expression, Ying Yang stopped teasing him, "Originally he was supposed to be the big boss of our place, but he didn't have much time to take care of it, so he gave up his seat to me. Retreat to the second line, just pay the money."

"... Oh." It sounded very powerful.

That was a world that Cheng Mo had never touched before, but because of Ying Yang's existence, he didn't reject it or discriminate against anything.

No profession is doomed to be noble. Just take a teacher as an example. He really doesn’t think that he is superior to others when he walks on the street. Others’ evaluation of you is ultimately based on your own character. Occupation, income level, etc. Added value has an impact, but not particularly large.

Cheng Mo was only worried about one thing: "Are there any topics that cannot be discussed?"

"No. Just don't learn from him." This is the truth. Yang Jiuhui has never seen anything. He has already trained a body of copper and iron, which is invulnerable to swords and guns, except for bullets.After finishing speaking, Ying Yang didn't know what to think of, and corrected, "No, there are some things you can learn. Hey, you can figure it out when the time comes. My little boy is so smart, he will judge for himself."

Cheng Mo raised his foot and stepped on his knee softly, as if he thought he was not serious.Before he could say anything else, a bell rang outside.

"Oh—here comes the food!"

In front of the delicious food, Cheng Mo put Ying Yang behind him in a blink of an eye.

They ordered a table full of food at the Japanese restaurant downstairs, including sashimi boats, sukiyaki, some rolls, snacks, etc.

Cheng Mo just opened his belly to enjoy, so much so that he couldn't move on the chair and struggled to breathe.

In the end, Ying Yang couldn't stand it anymore, after clearing the table, he hugged him to the sofa, pillowed his thigh, and gently rubbed his belly.

"What did you say you were trying to figure out? It's not that you can't take it easy after you've had your last meal and haven't finished your next meal?" He was also to blame for being careless for a while and not watching it.

"It's delicious, and I didn't have breakfast today." I have to make up for it.Ying Yang pressed him very comfortably, and Cheng Mo lay down for a moment satiated and depressed, but he felt something wrong, his breath went loose, "No, I still have to sit up, it's hard to digest when lying down."

So Ying Yang pulled him to his lap and hugged him again, his warm and dry palms slipped in from under his clothes, continuing to help him stimulate his stomach.

Cheng Mo leaned on Ying Yang's shoulder, and was scratched by him from time to time: "Is it a little heavier?"

Ying Yang shook his head: "Fortunately, even if you are ten catties fatter, I won't have much trouble hugging you."

"The face is really big."

"one-hand."

Cheng Mo stopped talking, and on a whim, pinched Ying Yang's earlobe and looked at it: "I'll clean your ear." Before Ying Yang could question it, he said, "It's pretty clean, but I just want to play with it. "

You can't just sit around doing nothing.

Ying Yang shook his head and sighed: "What are your hobbies?" Even so, he still carried Cheng Mo to find a cotton swab, and with one hand, he purposely proved to him that he was not bragging.

"I am willing." Cheng Mo put his neck firmly around his neck, "I used to like my mother to pick my ears."

Ying Yang paused: "Then... Shall I pay you?"

Hearing this, Cheng Mo immediately covered his ears: "No."

Ying Yang could not do the job at first glance, Cheng Mo was afraid that he would accidentally stick a cotton swab into his brain.

"Cheng Xiaomo, it's obvious that you dislike him."

Cheng Mo put down his hand embarrassingly: "You are too rude."

"Yes, let me rub your belly for nothing."

"It's comfortable to rub your stomach," Cheng Mo hurriedly made up for it, fearing that he would lose this benefit, "It's just that at other times...it's easy to run amok."

"When." Ying Yang was groping in the cabinet, and didn't have time to think about it.

"..." Cheng Mo stopped talking again.

"Fuck." Ying Yang came to his senses after a while, "Cheng Xiaomo, you can do it, you've made progress! I'm very pleased with my husband."

Cheng Mo took the box of cotton swabs he handed to him, clamoring to go to the ground.

Ying Yang hugged him tightly and didn't let him move, and immediately walked back, at the same time, he justified himself solemnly: "I didn't just poke a hole when I saw a hole with a stick. I still know when to be light and when to be heavy. of."

Cheng Mo was hugged by him and sat down again, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Seeing that he was silent and his cheeks were flushed, Ying Yang continued to confirm: "There is no such thing as rampage, aren't you very comfortable?"

It was hard to force Cheng Mo to choke out a sentence: "Then my waist is sore."

"Sour to sour, it's a matter of posture, it's fine if you don't fold you up next time."

"I, I'm not a cardboard man." It's really disgusting to say that you can't break it.

"Well, paper people are not good," Ying Yang nodded seriously, "Although you can keep them in your phone and give you money, but you can't touch them or eat them, it's boring."

As she said that, Ying Yang couldn't help itching, and couldn't help biting Cheng Mo's face.

Cheng Mo naturally wiped his saliva back on Yang's body, raised his eyes and glared at him: "I have to go out in a while!" What should I do if I bite the mark?

"I'll just do it lightly, without using any force." Holding Cheng Mo coaxed for a few words, Ying Yang tactfully diverted his attention, "Didn't you say you want to pick out your ears, do it quickly."

Sure enough, Cheng Mo stopped being entangled, and moved to his ear with great interest, gently pinching his earlobe, his eyes seemed to discover a new world, with some hopelessness and secret joy.

Ying Yang couldn't help but let out a helpless smile, and then carefully drilled in the front end of the cotton swab.At that moment, there was a numb itching in the ears and eyes, as if someone had seized the pulse door, and the soul would be hooked away from it.

It's no wonder that Cheng Mo likes to have people's ears picked out, it's really different from doing it himself.

Cheng Mo patiently helped Ying Yang dig out both sides, had enough fun, and blew: "Okay, isn't it very comfortable?"

"Well, I've learned it. I'll let my apprentice give it back to you, Master."

Ying Yang is persistent and wants to prove to Cheng Mo that he can also be meticulous.But Cheng Mo glanced at him suspiciously, carrying a small box of cotton swabs as a purse, as if Ying Yang was his child, asking him for pocket money.

After staring at it so seriously for a while, unable to bear to retort to save face, Cheng Mo finally decided to take a gamble.Maybe it's really comfortable, so he can enjoy it from time to time again in the future.

It is more convenient and comfortable than Excuse Mom, after all, since he became an adult, he has no embarrassment to let her clean his ears again.

Such a grown-up person is not a mother's treasure, so it won't make people laugh if he talks about it.

Ying Yang is different.

No matter what request he puts forward, he will try his best to meet it.Besides, this is his boyfriend, what's wrong with picking out his ears, even if he picks out other things, he can't tell the truth.

Cheng Mo's little heart was bouncing up and down, and he slowly lay down: "Remember to be gentle."

Seeing that he still knows to lie down and enjoy, Ying Yang can't laugh or cry: "Got it."

Ying Yang's movements were really light, and the cotton swab occasionally scratched the tiny hairs in the ear canal, causing the nerves in the brain to melt like candles, and gradually condensed into a pool of oily and creamy form.

Apart from sealing up this delicate feeling, Cheng Mo had no other extra activities in his mind for a while: "Hmm..."

His teacher Tony's skills are really good, no matter what he does, people want to ask him to apply for a card.

In order to prevent others from getting the first chance, it seems that he has to rush to register a life member.

So after enjoying the service comparable to that of an emperor, Cheng Mo squinted his eyes knowingly, lay on Ying Yang's lap, and looked up at his smooth chin.

"Ying Yang." Cheng Mo raised his hand and waved at him.

"Huh?" Ying Yang felt that this scene seemed familiar, and lowered his head inertially.

"Stamp it—"

Sure enough, Cheng Mo took the initiative to kiss him again.

Although secretly happy in his heart, Ying Yang was still a little puzzled, his always alert reaction seemed to be immersed in the maze of his recent abnormalities, for a few moments, it seemed that no matter what Cheng Mo asked him for, he could do it. Silly agreed.

"What poke?"

Cheng Mo twisted the folds of his shirt, and it took a long time before he said, "That's right, the member I mentioned earlier."

"What member?" Ying Yang frowned, pretending not to remember.

"...lifetime member." Cheng Mo answered the words crisply when he was half-joking before, but now he is bewildered and shy, his voice is as low as a fly, his voice is low, and he still has some slurred words.

"What?" Ying Yang confirmed it again as a matter of course.

"...a lifetime member!"

"Hey, I heard." Ying Yang smiled triumphantly, and explained, "Then you have to stamp it harder, our lifetime membership here is limited worldwide, and there is only one quota, so it is very popular. OK."

"..." You said it yourself.

At this point, Cheng Mo didn't shy away, pulled Ying Yang's neck and sucked hard on his mouth. After sucking, he felt that it was not firm enough, so he just showed his fangs and bit down hard.

"Hiss..." Even Ying Yang couldn't help gasping.

"How is it?" Cheng Mo smacked the fishy smell in his mouth and squinted at him, "Did you register successfully?"

Ying Yang licked his lips, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and had to apologize respectfully——

"Successful, honorable member."

The author has something to say: Syrup spilled on the keyboard, fingers stuck to it and can't type anything——