bad kid

Ruan Zhimu started his half-month trip to Northern Europe in a daze.

It’s a trip, but he basically stays in the duplex villa from morning to night—the winter in Northern Europe is too cold, and they came during the snow season, and the roads are covered with snow all the time.

The villa is made of red brick and stone walls, with a pointed roof, covered with icing sugar snow, like a small house made of desserts in a fairy tale.

Warm yellow light shines through the windows and falls on the snow.

Since early morning, Ruan Zhimu has been sitting on the sofa by the window, watching movies or reading novels.

The sofa was close to the door, and there were occasional rustling footsteps at the door. It was the sound of non-slip shoes stepping on the snow, which was very clear.

Ruan Zhimu stayed for two or three days, and gradually began to recognize the owner of those footsteps.

The man with steady and slow footsteps is the landlord of this villa, a middle-aged man with a long beard who loves drinking whiskey and fishing herring.

The footsteps are light and cheerful, it is the landlord's daughter Vivienne, who comes to bring them breakfast every morning.

Vivienne is only 15 years old this year. She has pale golden curly hair and is lively and beautiful, like a naughty deer. She often puts a small handful of pine needles in the yellow woven basket for breakfast.

The dark green pine needles, covered with milky white snowflakes, are decorated in the basket, and even the bread and ham are covered with the fragrance of pine needles.

In the early morning, Yan Yue usually hadn't woken up yet. He brought his domestic work over and worked until late at night for several consecutive days.

Ruan Zhimu got up early, got dressed, sat on the sofa and waited for Vivian.

When Vivian's footsteps sounded, Ruan Zhimu put down the book, opened the door and took the woven basket, and handed Vivian a banknote as a tip according to the local custom.

Vivienne knelt down to thank him, and also blew a mischievous kiss.

After staying for two or three days, Ruan Zhimu got acquainted with the little girl, but his English skills were limited. The dumb English he learned at school was returned to the teacher 800 years ago. Ruan Zhimu fully mobilized his limbs, with the help of The translation app on the mobile phone chatted with the little girl even with gestures.

Vivian often giggled at his clumsy limbs.

One morning a few days later, Vivienne hilariously imitated his father's excited cry when he caught a big fish. Ruan Zhimu laughed, and suddenly there was the sound of the bed falling to the ground behind him.

Ruan Zhimu turned his head and found that Yan Yue woke up at some point, and he seemed not so awake, so he kicked the quilt on the ground with his foot.

Vivian stuffed the breakfast basket to Ruan Zhimu and ran away.

She secretly told Ruan Zhimu that she was a little afraid of Yan Yue, because she thought he was always serious, wearing a sharp suit, unsmiling, like an elite villain in a Hollywood movie.

Thinking of this metaphor, Ruan Zhimu couldn't help laughing.

Put the breakfast basket down on the table, go to the bed and pick up the quilt, dust it off, and put it back on the bed.

Yan Yue leaned against the head of the bed to rest for a while, and gradually became sober.

Suddenly asked him: "Are you familiar with the landlord's daughter?"

Ruan Zhimu said with a smile: "She is very cute, every morning when she brings breakfast, I will chat with her for a while."

Ruan Zhimu saw that his face was still a little sleepy, so he lightly pressed his thumb on his temple, and while giving him a relaxing massage, he scolded him for not caring about his body and staying up late at work.

Yan Yue closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief: "It's the last day, let's work hard. You don't have to stay up late tonight."

Ruan Zhimu couldn't help complaining in his heart, he was so busy, and insisted on doing that kind of thing with him every night.

If this period of time is saved, I don’t know how much more sleep time I can get.

But he also knew that what Yan Yue had decided would not be changed by anyone.

Ruan Zhimu told him interesting stories about his conversation with Vivian.

Yan Yue: "So, if you have a daughter and a son, do you like your daughter more?"

Ruan Zhimu felt that he was asking nonsense, he was a man, and he couldn't give birth to a child.

But people who just woke up in the morning were not sober at first, so Ruan Zhimu didn't care about it, and followed his topic: "Probably... yeah. Boys are always a bit bearish and a bit silly, but girls are very good. Bingxue Those who are smart have a more delicate mind.”

Yan Yue: "What if you want to choose a name?"

Ruan Zhimu: "...Huh?"

Yan Yue: "If you have a daughter, you should give her a name."

Ruan Zhimu was speechless: "...Why do you still ask seriously, how can a man like me have a daughter?"

"I still want to ask you." Yan Yue's eyes fell on his lower abdomen, "We have worked hard for so long, why is your stomach still not moving at all?"

Ruan Zhimu's face flushed instantly.

Angry and furious, he rushed up to beat him, but Yan Yue saw the gap, grabbed his wrist, and pressed his backhand under him.

Yan Yue looked down at him: "Looks like you haven't worked hard enough. Why don't you extend the night to noon, add noon to night, and work harder to get you pregnant this month."

Ruan Zhimu glared at him: "You want a child so much, why don't you have one?"

Yan Yue said in twos and twos: "You said you wanted a daughter, I just asked along your topic."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

"Give birth to one," Yan Yue coaxed in a low voice, "give birth to a well-behaved daughter, with eyes and noses like yours, who can read like you, and earn money like me..."

Ruan Zhimu: "...you scold me for not being able to make money, right?"

Yan Yue kissed the bare skin on his shoulder: "I am a rational analysis..."

Ruan Zhimu was wearing a loose light green silk pajamas and was pressed on the bed. During the struggle, a button was undone, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Yan Yue kissed and kissed, his lips became lower and lower, his breath became heavier and heavier, and the scene gradually became a little bit out of control.

Ruan Zhimu hurriedly stopped: "Breakfast is on the table. Vivian brought it over early in the morning. If you don't eat it, it will be cold..."

Yan Yue's slender fingers got in from the hem of his clothes, and stroked his back and waist, making his tailbone tremble, his face flushed, and he couldn't help moaning.

"It's cold, so I'll order another one later--the little girl can get one more tip, and she may wish for it."

-

Near noon, Ruan Zhimu was finally saved.

Lying on the bed, with tears in his eyes and dying, he scolded Yan Yue for being a cannibalistic Zhou Papi.

Vivienne just delivered lunch.

Vivienne originally wanted to have a few words with that "gentle and beautiful oriental brother" by delivering meals as usual, but it was the expressionless Yan Yue who came to open the door.

She pouted, and asked him in English unhappy, where did Ruan Zhimu go.

Yan Yue replied, sleep.

Vivienne was even more strange, why did she sleep in broad daylight? Could it be that Ruan Zhimu was sick?

When Ruan Zhimu heard the movement, he waved his hand at her from a distance, struggled to squeeze out a smile, and said that he accidentally fell and he would be fine in a few days.

The little girl pouted and left.

Yan Yue stuffed Ruan Zhimu into the blanket, carried him to the dining table like a child, and let him sit in his arms.

Feed him milk spoon by spoon, break ham and cod into small pieces, and feed him into his mouth.

Ruan Zhimu didn't want to eat at first, and felt that it was too embarrassing to be held in his arms and fed like a child.

But as soon as he struggled, Yan Yue put down the spoon and slowly began to kiss the back of his neck.

If it is said that the most sensitive part of Yan Yue's body is the earlobe, the most sensitive part of Ruan Zhimu's body is the back of the neck.

The skin on the back of the neck is delicate and is not often touched by people, so as long as you blow a little hot air or suck a kiss, the back of the neck will immediately turn red.

Besides—

What's more, Yan Yue licked and bit the back of his neck carefully, inch by inch, like tasting dessert.

Ruan Zhimu was so kissed that his whole body trembled, he could only lie in his arms and gasp for breath.

In desperation, he had to surrender.

Yan Yue obeyed the agreement, took away his teeth, and continued to feed him.

Ruan Zhimu said angrily: "I really don't know what's good to bite on the neck... It's not a duck neck, what kind of sweet and spicy spices are there... so hard to instigate!"

Yan Yue: "Of course it's because it's delicious."

Ruan Zhimu: "There is no taste at all, what's delicious!"

"It has nothing to do with the taste," Yan Yue said lightly, "I like your whole body, from your nose, mouth, collarbone, thighs, toes...it's all sweet and delicious."

Ruan Zhimu was tongue-tied, his face turned completely red like a big tomato.

The author says:

I want to eat too (no)