wood has its spring

Nanmu stayed at Qi Quan's house for two days, and he really wanted to kill him.

On the first day, Qi Quan slept honestly in his own room, but on the second day, he secretly climbed into Nanmu's bed.

God knows how Nanmu resisted not giving him a direct glance when he saw a face so close every morning when he opened his eyes.

When it was time to eat, Qi Quan spread his hands, eagerly waiting for Nanmu to do it.

"The refrigerator is full of ingredients, don't tell me you can't cook."

"No, the servants did it for me before."

"What about the servant?"

"Drive away, so as not to get in the way."

Qi Quan took it for granted, Nanmu couldn't say no to him, so he had to go into the kitchen.

When Nanmu was not paying attention, Qi Quan slipped into the kitchen quietly.

The slender man was busy in the hazy heat, Qi Quan smirked, and suddenly wrapped his arms around Nanmu's waist from behind.

"Hey!"

Nanmu trembled in shock, his earlobe accidentally touched something warm and soft, and his whole face instantly turned red.

"Qi...Qi Quan, I'm busy, let go."

"Then call me husband, and I'll think about it." Qi Quan's grip became tighter and tighter, with no intention of letting go.

"Qi Quan, don't go too far!" Nanmu was a little annoyed, his brows were tightly frowned.

Qi Quan paused for a moment, rested his forehead on Nan Mu's shoulder, and did not speak.

Nanmu was surprised by Qi Quan's silence, and turned his head slightly to look at Qi Quan.

The soft hair swept across his cheeks, Nanmu sighed, and his heart softened.

"Okay, I'm not really angry, why are you acting like this?"

Qi Quan raised his head when he heard the words, with a look of grievance on his face: "Then you call your husband to show your sincerity, and I will forgive you."

Nanmu pursed his lips, it was really hard to speak.

Qi Quan looked at it, thought for a while and said: "If you really can't shout, you can call me brother, anyway, I'm older than you."

"What's the matter with you today? Why are you always struggling with addressing?" Nanmu frowned, a little puzzled.

"Because you always call me Qi Quan Qi Quan, you always feel that I am no different from other people to you. But I don't want to be your other people, I want to be the one who has special meaning to you." Qi Quan As he spoke, there was a hint of begging in his tone.

"The address is just a title, and it doesn't reflect anything." Nanmu said, "Besides, when I called He Yao, I didn't..."

As soon as He Yao's name came out of his mouth, Qi Quan grabbed the back of Nanmu's neck and kissed him, blocking the words behind him.

This time the kiss was extremely warm and domineering, with a strong possessive desire, Nanmu almost tasted the faint smell of blood.

After reacting, Nanmu began to struggle violently, turning his head to avoid Qi Quan.

Qi Quan wrapped one hand tightly around Nanmu's waist, freed one hand to forcibly pull back Nanmu's head, and covered his hot lips again.

Nanmu was dizzy from the kiss, his feet went limp, and he fell to the ground with Qi Quan.

After a long time, Qi Quan was finally willing to end this crazy kiss.

Licking his lips with nostalgia, Qi Quan put his hands on both sides of Nanmu, looked down at him from top to bottom, and said in a threatening tone: "If you don't want to continue, call your husband to listen."

Nanmu was panting heavily, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were foggy due to lack of oxygen, and his brain was in a mess.

"Shouting or not? Hmm?" Qi Quan lowered his body, spraying his warm breath on Nanmu's face.

Nanmu hastily separated Qi Quan and his face with his hands, and whispered that shameful address: "Old...husband."

"The voice is too low." Qi Quan grabbed Nanmu's wrist and pressed it aside, intending to do it again.

Nan Mu's heart froze, he closed his eyes and shouted: "Husband!"

Qi Quan smiled in satisfaction, kissed Nanmu's cheek lightly, and stood up contentedly.

"My husband yelled, so from now on you are mine, stay away from those idlers like He Yao, do you hear me?"

Nanmu was lying on the ground exhausted physically and mentally, his whole body strength was only enough for him to roll his eyes.

childish!

Nanmu cursed secretly in his heart.

As a result of the madness, lunch turned into dinner, and Qi Quan was in a daze looking at a table of dishes that smelled of burnt food.

"Why is it all blurry?"

"Ask yourself!"

Nanmu threw the rag on Qi Quan's face, turned and went back to the room.

Qi Quan smiled foolishly when he heard Nanmu's vigorous closing of the door.

The author has something to say: ah~ I was really ashamed when I wrote this chapter, my typing hands were shaking, it seems that I am still too young...

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