Quick Wear: What to do, he loves the crazy evil god

The moment Mu Ci pushed open the door, he heard Du Zai's extremely suppressed, low, whimpering voice.

He curled up on the bed, looking like he was in great pain, his body was shaking as if he was having the hiccups. He bit his arm tightly, leaving many bite marks on his arm, which were still bleeding.

Every Dozai he had seen carried an aura that could protect people. Even when he was gentle and kind, his aura was very powerful. Not at this moment, like a dying fighting beast, its pain could not be relieved.

Mu Ci ran to the bed, sat on it, helped Du Zai up, and pulled his arm away from his mouth.

Du Zai's face and neck were covered with sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot. The moment he saw Mu Ci, his eyes seemed to become clearer.

The next second, she grabbed his hands and put them on her face and lips, sniffing greedily, breathing heavily.

"Brother." Mu Ci called out to Du Zai with heartache.

Du Zai met Mu Ci's eyes. His touch and his scent made his collapsed body and mind quickly regain some sanity.

But this touch was not enough, "Xiao Ci... hug... me."

His voice was still trembling and he couldn't speak clearly. Mu Ci hugged his head, placed it on his neck, and touched his back through his sweaty clothes.

On the way here, Qixiang had already said that Duzai's illness was skin hunger, which was usually not so serious. He had suppressed it for too long, so he suddenly lost control after seeing him.

"Get out!" Du Zai became more clear-headed and saw Mu Yanqing and Xiao Hongru still standing at the door. He instantly became angry.

"You guys go out first! I'm here for you." Mu Ci said to the door, and then comforted Du Zai, "Brother, don't be angry, I'll accompany you."

He knew that when skin hunger syndrome attacks, the patient will be irritable and even more reluctant to let others get close to him.

"I... won't hurt... Xiao Ci." Du Zai said to Mu Yanqing again with difficulty.

The latter said coldly, "Remember your words, I will be guarding the door."

After saying that, he closed the door and leaned against the wall in the corridor, his eyes falling on Xiao Hongru who was still worried, "What's wrong with him?"

He, Du Yuhuai and Xiao Hongru were classmates in high school and college, and they were all old acquaintances, but he did not get along with Du Yuhuai and usually did not pay attention to them.

"Have you heard of skin hunger?" Xiao Hongru put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression serious, "He has been barely suppressing it over the years. It only gets a little more serious occasionally in the winter, but it can be controlled."

Mu Yanqing frowned slightly, and understood why Xiao Hongru said on the phone that he wanted Mu Ci.

"In fact, he gets sick every December 17th. It snowed last December 17th. The medicine he took didn't seem to work. He was alone, holding a pile of clothes, and kept calling Xiao Ci. He didn't get better until the next day."

"When did this old liar get together with Xiao Ci?" When Mu Yanqing heard this, his anger rose again.

Xiao Hongru laughed helplessly, "I want to say, did they just meet last night? Before, Yu Huai always said that he was waiting for Xiao Ci, and even prepared Xiao Ci's clothes at home. I think he must be possessed."

"But last night, after I met your brother, I realized that what Yu Huai said was true." Xiao Hongru put his hand on Mu Yanqing's back, "Go sit down, I will tell you in detail, the position of Mu Ci in his heart."

Inside the house, Mu Ci felt that just touching through the clothes could not relieve Du Zai's needs. He took off his shirt and helped Du Zai take off his shirt, and they both lay down in the thin quilt together.

Mu Ci hugged Du Zai, resting his chin on his forehead, hugging him, caressing him, and comforting him.

Du Zai's anxious mood became calm, and gradually his body stopped trembling. The craving on his skin was relieved, and the suppressed surge under his skin became clearer and more unbearable.

The initial deep sniff turned into a gentle kiss, and the soft and hot lips gently and tentatively caressed Mu Ci's chest.

Du Zai was too hot, and it was still late summer, so the two of them covered themselves in the quilt and hugged each other. Mu Ci was sweating again, and he was also sweating while hugging him. The two of them felt sticky, so Mu Ci turned down the air conditioner in the room a little.

Feeling Du Zai's suppressed desire, Mu Ci hesitated as his parents were standing guard at the door.

He wanted to do it in his heart, but he was afraid and embarrassed. What if Mu Yanqing suddenly came in?

Du Zai had kissed along the slender, white neck to the lips, and the moment their tongues entangled, Mu Ci quickly fell. Who cares about his parents? Isn't there still a quilt?

In the end, Watazai didn't dare to proceed to the next step. He even kissed very carefully so as not to leave any traces.

He really remembered what he promised his elder brother. Looking at the greedy and suppressed look of the person in his arms, Mu Ci caressed his abdominal muscles distressedly and touched a special spot...

In the early morning, Mu Yanqing was worried, so he quietly pushed open the door. Looking at the two people hugging each other on the bed, sleeping soundly with only their heads exposed, his face became even gloomier.

There was a faint special smell in the air, and any man would know what was released.

How shameless! He really doesn't miss any opportunity!

Finally, Mu Yanqing frowned, closed the door again, and went to the guest room next door.

In the evening, Xiao Hongru took him to the living room downstairs and showed him that Du Zai had started looking for Mu Ci eighteen years ago.

In the first few years, Du Zai posted a portrait of Mu Ci that he had drawn on his social media account.

Mu Yanqing looked at the portrait which was about 70% like the real person, and then checked on his own and confirmed that it was indeed the message sent by Du Zai eighteen years ago.

Although all this seemed unbelievable, Mu Yanqing had to admit that Du Zai truly loved Mu Ci.

There was only one bedside lamp on in the room. After the door was closed, Du Zai opened his eyes and saw the person in his arms sleeping soundly.

Neither of them had time to take a shower that night, and they were all sweating, with a faint special smell. Mu Ci thoughtfully helped him clean up.

He was addicted to this smell, the smell that belonged to him and Mu Ci. Hugging the warm and smooth body, sniffing the smell of his lover, the broken dam was firmly built up again.

The wandering lone traveler has found the home of his soul. His desolate and empty body and mind are filled with love, and his lifeless body is full of vitality again.

Du Zai slowly and contentedly fell asleep peacefully in his lover's arms.

At half past six in the morning, Du Miaomiao and Mu Xinglin sat listlessly on the sofa.

"So, the three of them stayed together last night, leaving us two poor lovers alone in an empty room?" Mu Xinglin looked at Xiao Hongru with full of resentment.

The poor mandarin ducks were arranged by their respective brothers to deliver clothes and breakfast early in the morning.

Xiao Hongru looked at them both with sympathy and nodded affirmatively.

The second floor.

Mu Ci was taking a shower. Du Zai took a refreshed shower, changed his clothes, and as soon as he opened the door, he met Mu Yanqing who happened to have also opened the door.

Mu Yanqing took two steps forward and looked at him with a satisfied smile on his face.

This expression looks like it deserves a beating!

Suddenly he remembered that Xiao Hongru showed him his WeChat Moments last night.

Du Zai posted a bright picture of Mu Ci holding a loach and smiling at the camera, with the caption: My favorite child.

He realized belatedly that this post on Moments was posted by Du Zai after he was blocked.

Mu Yanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and without saying a word, he swung his fist and hit him again.