My Mr. Monster

In the early morning, a ray of morning sun fell along the windowsill onto a pair of wrinkled sweatpants on the floor of the room. The quilt on the bed was bulging, and two pairs of legs were exposed because they were too long to be covered by the quilt.

Wu Yang woke up very early. Lu Xuan was either sleepy or tired from the tossing and turning. His breathing was steady and heavy. He lay on his side next to Wu Yang.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together, and a shallow tooth mark could be vaguely seen on Lu Xuan's naked shoulder. The kiss mark on his neck had faded a lot, as if it was pinched.

Wu Yang lowered his head and rubbed Lu Xuan's nose. He woke up from his sleep several times and couldn't believe that he actually slept with Lu Xuan. Every time he woke up and saw Lu Xuan surrounded by his scent, he remembered that this was not a dream.

Lu Xuan was awakened by Wu Yang's almost continuous kisses. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Yang gently pecked his face.

"Awake?" Wu Yang looked at Lu Xuan with gentle eyes, "Sleep a little longer."

Lu Xuan: ...

"You woke me up." Lu Xuan said, "Do you have any morals?"

Apparently, Wu Yang didn't have much of a moral streak. He reached out and scratched Lu Xuan's nose. "You're so cute, I couldn't help but kiss you. It's your fault."

Lu Xuan laughed: "Okay, blame me for being too seductive, okay?"

"Lu Xuan." Wu Yang suddenly shouted in a louder voice.

Lu Xuan looked at Wu Yang in confusion, what was going on?

Wu Yang said nothing, but just leaned slightly closer and rubbed against her gently.

Lu Xuan didn't react at first, and then his old face instantly turned red. He cursed in a low voice: "Little hooligan, so early in the morning."

Wu Yang smiled and put his arms around Lu Xuan's neck, pressing his face against Lu Xuan's: "Do you like my first time?"

Lu Xuan put a finger against Wu Yang's mouth and said, "Stop talking. You've asked me this many times last night, and I don't want to answer anymore. Just keep it in mind."

Wu Yang opened his mouth and gently bit Lu Xuan's index finger with his teeth, circling the fingertip with his tongue. Lu Xuan instantly got goosebumps and withdrew his hand.

"Little pervert." Lu Xuan pointed at Wu Yang and cursed.

"Yeah." Wu Yang's eyebrows curved and his voice became a little higher.

Just when Wu Yang felt that the world was full of love, a "click" sound came from the door. Lu Xuan's body trembled, and he subconsciously shrank into the quilt.

Wu Yang was also stunned, and then the door of the room was opened. A not very tall figure appeared at the door, with a pair of red pupils staring at everything in the room.

"What are you doing here?" Wu Yang's mood instantly turned bad. Lu Xuan had already curled up in the quilt and shivered without him knowing when.

"I heard some noise and came to check it out..." the little boy replied.

Wu Yang got angry when he heard that. Just as he was about to get up, Lu Xuan grabbed his hand and said silently into the quilt: Be gentle to him, don't lead the child astray, take him away quickly.

When Wu Yang saw this, the corners of his mouth almost twitched. Isn’t Lu Xuan quite shameless?

However, after eating the candy, Comrade Wu Yang decided not to let Lu Xuan down. After all, he was his own man. If he disobeyed and made him angry, he would be the one who would suffer.

Wu Yang carefully lifted the quilt so as not to expose Lu Xuan, and walked out naked. Lu Xuan, who was pulling his underwear from under the quilt and was about to hand it to Wu Yang, suddenly covered his face.

Wu Yang didn't know that Lu Xuan had already grabbed a pair of underwear. He only remembered throwing it away when he took it off. He glanced at it and didn't even see his underwear.

Seeing that brat staring at him, Wu Yang said unhappily, "What are you looking at? Don't you have any?"

"Exhibitionist." The boy said shockingly.

Lu Xuan in the quilt silently gave a thumbs up when he heard it. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he would not run out naked. He admired Wu Yang for this, both now and in the future.

Wu Yang grabbed the wrinkled sweatpants on the ground and put them on directly by the crotch. He walked to the door and picked up the little boy from the ground.

"Remember to knock on the door next time you come in, or I'll beat you up," Wu Yang said fiercely.

"Do you like to sleep without clothes?" The boy did not respond. He looked at the bulging quilt in the room and asked.

Lu Xuan's old face flushed, he said nothing, but in his heart he was shouting madly, his lifelong reputation!

Wu Yang picked up the man and walked out of the room. If Lu Xuan hadn't told him to be gentle, he would have thrown the guy out of the door.

"Whether others wear clothes when sleeping is none of your business. Why are you asking so many questions?" Wu Yang rolled his eyes at the boy.

The boy moved his nose and asked again: "Why is there a smell in your room?"

After all, the boy is not a normal person. His senses are far superior to those of ordinary people. How could he not smell the smell that even ordinary people can smell when they enter?

Wu Yang glanced at the person in his hand and said contemptuously, "The smell of countless lives withering, is that it?"

"I'm hungry," said the boy.

Wu Yang frowned and closed the door: "How can you come here so confidently?"

Wu Yang had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard the door behind him open. Lu Xuan was standing at the door in a mess, his shirt and pants were messy, and his hair was a mess.

Lu Xuan just smiled awkwardly: "You're hungry, right? Wait a minute."

With that, Lu Xuan hurried past Wu Yang and ran to the kitchen. Wu Yang snorted coldly and glared at the kid in his arms: "Are you happy now?"

The boy blinked and said nothing. He didn't know why Wu Yang was angry, but he found that his ability seemed to have no effect on this guy.

He is clearly an infected person, but he seems to be different from the infected people. He has neither turned into a monster nor can he be directly controlled like those clones.

"Who... are you?" the boy asked the question buried in his heart. Now that the bomb was gone, he didn't need to worry too much.

Wu Yang did not answer him, but threw him on the sofa. His hostility towards this kid had been reduced by half. After all, he and Lu Xuan had done everything they should and shouldn't have done. In Wu Yang's heart, Lu Xuan already belonged to him.

Wu Yang walked to the kitchen and saw that Lu Xuan had already turned on the gas and was cooking something.

"What are you cooking?" Wu Yang hugged Lu Xuan's waist from behind, his chin resting lightly on Lu Xuan's shoulder, his whole body exuding a lazy aura.

"I'll cook some instant noodles and keep it simple. I'll make you something delicious at noon." Lu Xuan smiled embarrassedly. Instant noodles were indeed shabby, after all, there was nothing else to eat.

"Are you doing this for me or for that little brat?" Wu Yang asked in a low voice, his expression showing his thoughts clearly.

"Of course it's for my baby. He shouldn't be tired too." Lu Xuan said.

Wu Yang's eyes widened slightly, and then he answered Lu Xuan seriously: "I'm not tired! What nonsense are you talking about? Do you look down on me?"

"I dare not." Lu Xuan smiled and reached out to pinch Wu Yang's waist. "You are young and energetic. Aren't you afraid of being hungry?"

Wu Yang groaned a few times as he was pinched, and his eyes narrowed as if he was getting comfortable. He said in a soft voice, "You really are good at talking."

"Yeah, baby, how much noodles do you want to eat?" Lu Xuan asked.

"A lot, and a lot of ham, but no coriander, I don't like it."

"Coriander is so delicious." Lu Xuan glanced at Wu Yang. "You will eat it in twenty years. Why don't you eat it now?"

Wu Yang really wanted to retort that he was not a person from twenty years later, but when facing Lu Xuan, he couldn't say it for a moment. If he didn't eat Lu Xuan, would he dislike him?

While Wu Yang was struggling, he didn't notice that Lu Xuan had stopped chopping coriander. Instead, he moved the coriander aside and started chopping onions and peppers. His idea was simple: if he didn't like it, then he wouldn't eat it. He didn't have the habit of forcing others to eat something they didn't like.

"Where are the chopped green onions?" Lu Xuan asked knowingly.

"Eat," Wu Yang replied quickly. After a moment, he whispered, "You're such a nice person. Do a lot of people bully you?"

Lu Xuan paused and asked, "Why?"

Wu Yang said, "You have a very good temper. You are a pushover."