I practice by love games

The biology book in Yun Xiaoming's hand fell to the ground at once.

He jumped up from the bed: "No... no, how can this be?"

In the big bed of Neptune's bedroom, Wu Yeyao can stay for two hours without stopping.

Looking back at my bed...it's only 1.5 meters small!

How to sleep!

Is it the middle of the night first, and then sleep into a dream and continue the rest of the night?

Wu Yeyao glanced at Yun Xiaoming's bed.

In all fairness, he wanted a big bed that was at least two meters high.

After all... Such a small bed is very inconvenient.

If the afternoon genotoxin incident hadn't happened, he would have slept on the sofa.

But now...he couldn't let Yun Xiaoming leave his sight for half a step.

Not even in sleep.

Wu Yeyao's voice was calm: "You have no right to say no."

Yun Xiaoming: ...

"Then you are going to follow me every step of the way?"

"Yes!"

"I have to go to the bathroom"

"Correct!"

"Where should I take a shower?"

"Wash with you!"

Yun Xiaoming felt a burst of grief and indignation, with a sense of crisis that the chrysanthemum could not be protected.

Trembling, he walked into An Chengtu's room.

"Uncle... I'm in trouble." Yun Xiaoming was dejected.

With his back turned to him, An Chengtu was staring out the window in a daze, as if he hadn't heard Yun Xiaoming's words at all.

"Uncle?" Yun Xiaoming was startled, and took two steps forward, only to see tears stained on An Chengtu's thin cheeks.

He had never seen An Chengtu show any weakness.

Even in such difficult days, An Chengtu is always as gentle as jade, and he has always been Yun Xiaoming's spiritual support and driving force.

And this time, he seemed to be... crying.

"Ming Tsai." An Chengtu forced a smile.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you? Are you sad about what happened in the afternoon? Don't be sad. The Great Witch God has already said that someone must have been eyeing me and deliberately sold you genetic products... It's none of your business." Son."

An Chengtu shook his head slowly.

He said, "Silly boy, I'm not crying. It's just... I just blew sand into my eyes."

Yun Xiaoming held An Chengtu's hand.An Chengtu's hands are very thin, and he can touch the blue veins on them.

"Uncle, what are you thinking?" Yun Xiaoming asked.

An Chengtu said: "I remembered what happened when I was a child. The elder brother next door treated me very well. Suddenly I miss him very much, and I miss the past time very much."

Yun Xiaoming asked: "The brother next door? What's his name?"

An Chengtu's eyes fell on Yun Xiaoming's face, he reached out and touched Yun Xiaoming's cheek: "He has the same name as yours... Unfortunately, he died later."

Yun Xiaoming knew that An Chengtu was talking about himself.

"Uncle, don't be sad, he's dead, isn't there me?"

An Chengtu nodded, and said, "Mingzi, come here."

Yun Xiaoming leaned a little closer to An Chengtu, standing within his reach.

An Chengtu hugged Yun Xiaoming's waist, buried his head in his heart, and his shoulders kept shaking.

Yun Xiaoming hugged An Chengtu, stroked his back gently, and felt that he seemed to be getting thinner.

"Brother Ming won't actually die..." An Chengtu's voice was hoarse, "I was ignorant, I was playing on the road, and he saw me. I lived, but he died..."

Yun Xiaoming didn't quite remember this scene.

His memory stayed on the way home during the Chinese New Year, as if he saw Xiao Anzi's back from a distance.

He didn't feel much about his own death, after all, he was still alive now.

But he understood that An Chengtu must have been stimulated by today's events.

At this moment, it is difficult to accept that two people who look the same have trouble in front of her.

"Uncle, don't worry, the number one warrior in the Hua Kingdom will personally protect me, and I will be fine." Yun Xiaoming comforted An Chengtu patiently.

An Chengtu tried his best to restrain himself, so as not to let his tears really flow down at this moment.

He took several deep breaths before letting go of Yun Xiaoming.

An Chengtu looked up at the face that was almost identical to his memory, and said, "Don't leave me, don't leave me again in this lifetime!"

Yun Xiaoming nodded: "Okay! I will definitely not leave you."

An Chengtu hummed, he had gradually calmed down, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I'm so old, I still look like a child."

Yun Xiaoming said with a smile: "Uncle raised me before, after I am admitted to Jingwu University, I will raise you!"

An Chengtu smiled and shook his head: "Silly boy..."

While the two were talking, there was a cough at the door.

Yun Xiaoming turned around and saw Wu Yeyao standing at the door with arms folded.

"Yun Xiaoming, it's getting late, you should go to bed, the culture test is also very important, don't get kicked out because you don't have enough culture points."

Yun Xiaoming nodded immediately, but then he hesitated and didn't want to go.

Ever since An Chengtu knew that this person was Wu Yeyao, he really didn't like this handsome and outstanding man from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that Yun Xiaoming didn't want to go now, he pulled Yun Xiaoming behind him: "Mingzi...you...there is one more person in the house today, and it's not good for Wushen to let him sleep on the sofa. You squeeze me alright."

Wu Yeyao waited with folded arms.

An Chengtu looked at each other calmly.

"You can't!" Wu Yeyao said flatly, "He must sleep with me."

"You are using power for personal gain!" An Chengtu said, "With your ability, there is no rival in the world."

Wu Yeyao was unmoved: "My ability is not as great as you imagined, Yun Xiaoming, come here."

An Chengtu's hands were tightly squeezed together.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Yun Xiaoming had no choice but to give in.

He stepped forward and walked to Wu Yeyao's side: "Okay, I'll sleep with you! But let's say it first, don't touch me at night."

Wu Yeyao's face blushed slightly, and she turned around and walked out.

Of course I won't touch him anymore!

Damn it, how could I be that kind of person!

Yun Xiaoming said to An Chengtu: "Uncle, don't mind, the witch god wants to better ensure my safety."

An Chengtu hummed and squeezed out a smile: "Of course, I know."

Yun Xiaoming walked out, leaving An Chengtu alone in the room.

He sat quietly in the wheelchair and turned his head to look out the window.

His body was motionless, like a statue in the night, but his thoughts flew back to a long, long time ago.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh, and slowly closed the curtains, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

In the bedroom next door, the lights were still on.

Yun Xiaoming didn't want to sleep, and couldn't sleep at all.

The bed was very crowded, and Wu Yeyao slept on the outside. Although he left enough space for Yun Xiaoming, Yun Xiaoming was not happy.

Because he can't pose in a font like usual, and the most important thing is... can't be naked. I can't sleep happily!

"Go to sleep!" Wu Yeyao said, "Cultural lessons are also very important."

Yun Xiaoming said "Oh" and asked, "Can you go over there?"

Wu Yeyao's legs were stretched out of the bed, and now he stretched his arms out of the bed, trying not to take up too much of Yun Xiaoming's position.

Yun Xiaoming turned off the light and lay down.

But I really can't sleep!

Thinking of the CG animation of Neptune's bedroom, he couldn't sleep even more, and one question after another was circling in his mind.

Are the eight abs of Wushen really so good-looking?

Are his legs really that straight?

And... is his dick really that big?

Yun Xiaoming secretly went to see Wu Yeyao, but he could only see the back of Wu Yeyao's head and his neat clothes.

He secretly stretched out a finger and poked Wu Yeyao in the back.

Wu Yeyao: "Don't touch me!"

Yun Xiaoming groaned, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Thinking of what happened during the day, I was a little worried, so I asked, "Sorcerer God, can you... really protect me?"

Wu Yeyao was already trying to get rid of distracting thoughts, but now Yun Xiaoming was agitated: "Yes! You don't have to worry about this kind of problem."

Yun Xiaoming said: "What about last time...that octopus is so weak, it can..."

Wu Yeyao suddenly turned over, grabbed Yun Xiaoming's wrist, and stared at him with burning eyes.

Yun Xiaoming was very nervous.

Wu Yeyao said: "It's useless for you to seduce me crazy now, I won't mess around when I'm on a mission."

Yun Xiaoming became even more nervous, he secretly glanced down at Wu Yeyao.

Wu Yeyao pulled the only towel on the bed and covered herself.

Yun Xiaoming was a little relieved.

Although Wu Yeyao implemented whatever idea he had in his dream, fortunately he was more disciplined in reality.

Yun Xiaoming closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

It wasn't until he was fully asleep that Wu Yeyao sighed and sat up gently from the bed.

It's not that he hasn't slept with others before, but his heart has never been so messed up.

Seemingly unable to sleep, Wu Yeyao simply gave up resting and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed to meditate.

Three days passed by Zhou Tian, ​​Wu Yeyao finally felt like a bright mirror, and he no longer had any distracting thoughts.

He went to see Yun Xiaoming, and Yun Xiaoming had already slept into a big font again, not to mention swaying, still drooling.

The moonlight was shining outside the window, and the silvery moonlight spread out in the bedroom like water, washing this small room like a temple.

Wu Yeyao sat by the bed, resting her head on her hands, quietly watching Yun Xiaoming's sleeping posture.

The feeling of heart palpitations came again, this time with a little more softness.

Wu Yeyao knew that it was a sequela, and he was troubled by it at first, and hoped to eliminate it as soon as possible.

But now, the onset of sequelae has long passed the time the brain doctor said, and Wu Yeyao is used to this feeling.

In fact... there is nothing wrong with feeling this way.

Wu Yeyao stretched out his hand and covered the towel that Yun Xiaoming knocked down.

The night seemed extremely quiet and peaceful at this moment.

The air is full of the fragrance of summer night flowers, lingering in the nose, it is really a rare good time for Wu Yeyao in the past 20 years.

Even better than those dreams.

In the morning, Yun Xiaoming found that, as Wu Yeyao said, Wu Yeyao would be with him when changing clothes, taking a shower, and even going to the toilet, but he didn't come to see him.

Although Wu Yeyao didn't look at Yun Xiaoming, he knew that this little guy was dishonestly looking at him.

Usually, if this happens, Wu Yeyao will be furious.

But now, when he found that Yun Xiaoming was peeking at him while he was changing clothes, he deliberately slowed down his movements.

Wu Yeyao thought: Yun Xiaoming likes to watch it, so let him watch it a few more times, anyway, there will be no loss of meat, and... the mood will be happier.

Just wondering, is he satisfied with what he sees?