The future brings the farm to the end of the world

Yang Chen used his ability to call Zihua non-stop, but Zihua still didn't respond to him, and the flowers hung limply.

Yang Chen was short of breath, he increased the output of his abilities, and used his abilities to nourish Zihua, but in the morning, he consumed too much and didn't recover much, and now the non-stop output of abilities made him dizzy.

Suddenly, Yang Chen's waist tightened. Looking down, a pair of arms tightly wrapped around his waist.His back was heavy, a body was lying on top of him, and his panting breath blew against Yang Chen's ears, causing goose bumps all over Yang Chen's body instantly.

Yang Chen knew who was behind it, except for Yi Changqing who was put on the sofa by him just now, there would be no one else. Yang Chen turned around and met Yi Changqing's eyes.

There is no indifference in these eyes, the emotion inside is so hot that it seems to ignite Yang Chen, Yang Chen knows that it is definitely not Yi Changqing who has any feelings for him, it must be the scent of purple flowers that made Yi Changqing fall into the environment among.

"Mr. Yi?" Yang Chen gently called Yi Changqing, retracted his hands that released the supernatural power, and tried to separate the arms around his waist, but how could the arm strength of a professional mercenary be comparable to Yang Chen, a young master? Yang Chen exhausted the rest of his strength but failed to separate those arms.

"Mr. Yi, wake up, let go, you're strangling me." Yang Chen waved his palm in front of Yi Changqing's eyes, but Yi Changqing didn't respond, his eyes were still fixed on Yang Chen.

Yang Chen felt something was wrong. In the past, the illusion created by Zihua Mixiang made people fall asleep. He had never seen Yi Changqing in such a situation. Yang Chen was a little panicked. He began to struggle hard, and his intuition told him that he would never leave again. Bad things happen.

"Ah!" Yang Chen exclaimed, Yi Changqing suddenly threw Yang Chen onto the sofa and pressed him on him, Yang Chen panicked and used his arms to resist Yi Changqing who kept pressing down.

"Mr. Yi, wake up! Wake up!"

Yi Changqing turned a deaf ear to it, ignoring Yang Chen's powerless hands as he kept pressing down...

――――The dividing line of harmony――――

There was a smell in the room, and two men were lying on the messy sofa.

Yang Chen forcefully pushed Yi Changqing who was pressing on him away, and Yi Changqing who had fallen into a coma was pushed to the ground by Yang Chen without any precautions and made a muffled "boom".

Yang Chen didn't care about Yi Changqing on the ground, he was naked, his white and smooth body was covered with various mottled marks.

Yang Chen found his torn clothes from a pile of clothes, and found that none of them could be worn, so he could only drag his tired body towards Yi Changqing's wardrobe.

The pain between his legs reminded him of what happened just now, Yang Chen could only persuade himself that it was not Yi Changqing's fault, it was all because of the purple flower fragrance, he is a big man, don't care so much, but he still couldn't help it sadness.

Just like that...Yang Chen has a clean relationship history since he was a child. He has never been in a relationship, and he hasn't even done DIY by himself. He didn't expect that for the first time in his life, it would be... unexpectedly...

Yang Chen found Yi Changqing's clothes dejectedly, it was too big to wear, but he didn't have any other clothes to change, so he could only roll up the long part.

How should I explain to others when I noticed that I had changed clothes when I went back?Yang Chen was extremely mournful now, and he didn't care about Yi Changqing, who was also lying naked on the ground and sleeping, picked up the purple flowers that were still wilting on the table, and went back to his own home.

It was evening when Yi Changqing woke up, he rubbed his aching head and got up from the ground, but he didn't react for a while.

He seems... Yi Changqing recalled that when he came home from shopping for vegetables, he was stunned by the pot of purple flowers, and then it was like a dream. The person in the dream...

Yi Changqing kneaded his temples vigorously, looked at his naked self and the messy sofa, and frowned.

It's not a dream, I'm afraid he really did it.Yi Changqing found Yang Chen's clothes from the pieces of clothes scattered all over the sofa, and hammered the ground angrily.

Really careless!I have lived a comfortable life for too long and even forgot the most basic vigilance. Now, I have wiped out the food, what should I do?How to compensate others?

Yang Chen is a pure and clean child, but Yi Changqing is not. Although Yi Changqing is rather indifferent, he will occasionally go to relieve his personal needs, so Yi Changqing is very clear about what he has done to a person who is as pure as white paper. What.

Out of the corner of her eye, there was a smear of dark red on the sofa, Yi Changqing rubbed lightly with her fingers, blood?He beat his head harder, it was hurt, how did he get back?

The clothes were all torn by him, he wanted to go back and had to wear his own clothes, Yi Changqing turned to look at the closet, sure enough, the closet door was open, and a suit of clothes was missing inside.

Yi Changqing stood up from the ground, went to the closet and took out a suit of clothes and began to wear them. His clothes were also torn by himself, so he had to change.While changing clothes, he washed his body with supernatural powers, and all the water was sucked out of the wet parts of the clothes in an instant.

Yi Changqing got dressed and was about to go out to find Yang Chen, but when he got to the door, he remembered something, turned around and walked to the bed, took out a box from under the bed, opened it, searched it, found something and put it in his pocket, Kicking the box back under the bed, he strode out the door.

The author has something to say: emmmmm.I will post the dirty ones on Weibo, and I may post them in the form of pictures.

My Weibo name: Big Lazy Ye Ying.