[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Cheng Yourang sat on the stool and gnawed on the pig's trotters.

I don't know if it's because the pig's trotters are too tempting or if he's planning to take his anger out on the trotters. It's so delicious that the aroma is overflowing, and even the passers-by can't help but poke their heads to see what he's eating.

Qi Chi, who was sitting next to him, was probably in a hurry, holding a tissue in his hand and wiping his mouth from time to time.

But this kind of service made him unhappy, and he turned his face: "Are you okay? I just took two bites and you have to wipe it. Who have you seen eating like this?"

Qi Chi remained calm, and took out another clean tissue to wipe the oil off his mouth.

Cheng Yourang was speechless for a while, feeling that this seriously delayed his enjoyment of eating pig's trotters.

"If you can't stand it, can you just turn around, or look at your phone, let me go, let me eat a pig's trotter, okay?"

It didn't take a second for Qi Chi to pass his proposal without taking his eyes off him.

He deliberately lowered the frequency of wiping his mouth, but Cheng Yourang became unhappy again when he wiped his mouth for the second time: "You are the only one who has a lot of shit, right? It's none of your shit that I have a mouth full of oil? Why can't you kiss anymore?" of?"

Qi Chi's expression changed, as if he was really thinking about his question seriously.

"Probably not, why don't you try?"

"Try a fart, get out!"

Cheng Yourang rolled his eyes, turned around and ate with his back facing him.

When he finally gnawed a pig's trotter until only the bones remained, he turned around slowly and raised his chin.

Sure enough, Qi Chi held another tissue to wipe off his greasy mouth.

Cheng Yourang was content to enjoy this exclusive care, and the comfort in his eyes was about to overflow, as if he was greedy and just got a delicious kitten.

Qi Chi's heart skipped a beat, and while wiping his mouth, he brushed a few fingers across his lips.

Gently and slowly, with a deliberate provocation.

Ever since he expressed his liking, Qi Chi has always looked at him with deep and restrained eyes.But in this tranquility, fiery fireworks would burst out from time to time, trying to swallow him up and bring him into his own forbearance and struggle desire.

Suddenly, a wonderful touch came from the fingertips.

"you......"

Qi Chi's eyes changed suddenly, and the eyes he looked at him became unpredictable, his throat joint rolled impatiently, and only one sound came out.

Just as he rubbed his fingers on his lips under the guise of wiping his mouth, the soft and moist tip of his tongue suddenly touched his fingertips.

It wasn't an accidental encounter, more like premeditated.

The dexterous tongue hooked his ring finger again, made a circle on it, led him forward again, and put the fingertip in his mouth.

Cheng Yourang looked at him with a half smile, his eyes curved into nice arcs.

His eyes were clear and pure, even though he was doing such a red-faced thing, there was no lust in his eyes.

Qi Chi's fingertips forcefully pried open his jaw, and poked his finger in again, a small piece of finger was covered in a piece of moisture.

He stuck another finger in, and Cheng Yourang accepted it with a rare good temper.

People come and go, but there is only a paper towel blown around by the wind, trying to cover it up.

After changing his identity, Qi Chi stirred his wet mouth with two fingers, teased his tongue, and lightly brushed the tip of his teeth, groping in his mouth curiously.

Cheng Yourang usually blushes when he says a foul word, but now his face doesn't change at all.Until he couldn't take it anymore, he shook his head desperately and spat out his fingers.

Qi Chi raised his glistening fingers, and the crystal liquid shone extraordinary brightly under the light.

He lowered his head and sucked lightly on his fingertips, looking at him with a smile.

Cheng Yourang sat on the spot and licked his lips.

"Let's go."

Qi Chi stood up, threw the paper bag with bones in his hand into the trash can, grabbed his wrist and walked forward.

He walked in front of him, and Cheng Yourang's wrist was so painful that he tried to break free, but he couldn't.

"You hurt me!"

Qi Chi stopped in his tracks, saw the aggrieved expression on his face, immediately relaxed his strength, pulled his hand up, looked and looked: "I'm sorry, I was too strong."

Seeing the pain in his eyes, Cheng Yourang took a step back unconsciously, and withdrew his hand: "It's okay, let's go."

Qi Chi nodded, and went to hold his hand again, only to find that he avoided him.

Cheng Yourang put his hands behind his back: "I'll go by myself, don't pull me away."

Still afraid that he would get angry, Qi Chi nodded, slowed down and walked forward side by side with him.

"Go back to the car."

"What are you doing back in the car?"

"Fuck you."

Cheng Yourang: "..."

His car was parked not far from the shopping mall where he watched the movie just now, and now both of them can see the shopping mall in front of them, Cheng Yourang hesitated: "No."

Without warning, Qi Chi raised his hand to caress his face, and rubbed his two fingers behind his ear twice implyingly.

Sensitive and hidden places, proclaiming their shared secrets.

What happened just now had brought too much shock to the two of them, and Cheng Yourang couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.

Just as they were standing on the side of the road, a girl suddenly walked towards them.

"Hi, excuse me." The girl greeted them politely, and handed over an individually wrapped red rose, "This is for you."

Qi Chi didn't answer, and looked down at her, feeling familiar.

Cheng You let him know how to be a man, reached out and took the rose, and thanked him politely: "Thank you, but why did you give it to us?"

The girl smiled at them, "This is one of our love activities, giving flowers to those in need."

Cheng Yourang looked down at the flowers in his hand with gentle eyes: "Why us?"

"Because you seem to be very loving," the girl showed an envious expression, "and you told us just now that you are waiting for your boyfriend."

Cheng Yourang's expression paused, feeling a fiery gaze falling on him.

The girl smiled sweetly at them again and said goodbye to them.

This is the girl who came to Cheng Yourang to ask for WeChat just now, Cheng Yourang finally remembered.

I really hate myself for asking those few words.

The person who was looking at his wrist distressedly just now grabbed his hand vigorously and pulled him forward, with wind blowing under his feet.

Cheng Yourang was pressed on the car seat by him, and he was wrapped in his arms.

Qi Chi lowered his head and traced the outline of his mouth with the tip of his nose, his voice was hoarse and low: "Do you want to explain?"

He could have explained it a lot, saying it was just a polite refusal.

But they all knew that no matter how they explained it, it was just an excuse.

Cheng Yourang closed his eyes, and gave up those lies that could be easily broken: "No need."

"Then I'll take it as your agreement."

Qi Chi took a deep breath and kissed his lips.

The atmosphere in the car warmed up and became more mellow, with only the sound of panting and cloth rubbing together for a while.

Cheng Yourang held down his hand that was inserted into his clothes, raised his head and breathed hard.

Qi Chi took his hand out from under his clothes and put it into his open mouth.

Cheng Yourang passively endured his teasing, and the saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth, stretching into silver threads.

"Uh huh huh..."

There was a whimper in his throat, and he couldn't tell whether it was because he was fascinated by being teased or because he felt that he had been greatly wronged.

"Why did you hook my fingers just now? Don't you like it?" Qi Chi's fingers stirred in his mouth, provoking his physical desire maliciously, "Is this feeling good?"

"Woooo..."

Cheng Yourang was so overwhelmed that he couldn't answer his continuous questions at all.

Qi Chi raised his other hand, wiped it at the corner of his eyes, and took away a string of teardrops.

But as soon as he finished wiping, new tears kept pouring out of his eyes without stopping.

He couldn't finish wiping away the tears, and he felt inexplicably distressed, and even the provocative fingers that were placed in the opponent's mouth stopped unconsciously.

He finally thought of a way, and gently kissed the corner of his eyes, stopping the uncooperative teardrops at the source.

The rose fell under the car seat, as if it had the darkest and most intense light, adding a unique romance to this magnificent atmosphere.

"You like me too?"

Like it?

Cheng Yourang opened his eyes blankly.

He likes the warm embrace when he is alone at home, likes someone who cares about his emotions and repeats his apology over and over again, likes someone who tolerates his bad temper with the greatest patience, likes someone who holds himself up The apex of the heart comes up to pamper.

What he likes is that there are still people in this world who are really willing to give their hearts to love themselves.