[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Just when Cheng Yourang was gearing up for a big fight, Qi Chi showed him around his house without panicking.

The main style of his house decoration is Nordic style, and there are not many colors in it, which is very harmonious.All the furniture and decorations in the house are high-end and exquisite, without any clutter.

Cheng Yourang felt that this house was so beautiful that it could be used as a template for decoration, but it had to be a rich person, and how could the living place be arranged so neatly?

Seeing him looking around, wanting to touch and touch any small decoration, Qi Chi asked him in a joking tone: "Do you like it? When will you move in?"

Cheng Yourang, who was curious about the baby's attribute being online, suddenly turned cold, and withdrew his hand from his side: "I don't want to move, don't say it."

When he replied, he was not in a joking tone, but calm and calm, and directly refused without hesitation.

Qi Chi pretended to smile lightly, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go to the room and have a look."

Cheng Yourang didn't feel how bad his tone was just now, but he really didn't want to mention this matter, it was a bit annoying.

And he felt that his trip was not just to see the house.When he entered the door just now, he thought that he would be pushed behind the door and his eyes fogged up.He had made preparations in advance, but he didn't expect the person in front of him to change his shoes gently without doing anything.

As for the fact that he seemed so interested in this place, it was all to save him face and make him not be so nervous.

He doesn't believe in evil, and he doesn't believe that he will really do nothing after bringing himself home.

Sure enough, he was told to go to the bedroom just after looking at the living room.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."

Cheng Yourang gave him a strange look, thinking that he just decided on a posture without asking his opinion, isn't it somewhat disrespectful to him?

But after all, on someone else's territory, he is the one who suffers. After thinking for three seconds, he decided to follow what he said.And come to think of it, this posture should be pretty good too.

He took off his clothes right in front of him, not only his face was hot, but even his ears were red.

"Take it off first, I'll go wash your hands."

Cheng Yourang licked his lower lip and nodded.

Although he has never experienced it, he still has a basic understanding of this kind of thing. He knows that he may not only wash his hands, but also take something else.

Not long after Qi Chi left, he came back, holding a small bottle in his hand.

Seeing him wrapping himself in the quilt, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the air conditioner: "Is it cold?"

Cheng Yourang replied in a good-tempered manner: "It's a bit cold after taking off your clothes."

"Then I turn on the air conditioner again?"

"Don't," Cheng Yourang hurriedly stopped him, with a flash of panic in his tone, "later...it should be hot later."

Qi Chi put down the remote control, walked to the bed, and pulled down the quilt.

When the quilt was pulled down, his back was exposed little by little.

His skin is fair, and the back that cannot be exposed to the sun is even more dazzlingly white.

It's just that there is a scar that runs almost across the back.

Qi Chi stretched out his hand and stroked it carefully.

Cheng Yourang turned his head sideways, unable to see his expression, but could only feel a few cold fingers walking on his back.Although it was really painful when he touched the wound, he still gritted his teeth and endured it: "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

Qi Chi was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses, leaned down and kissed him gently on the back.

The soft lips touched the newly scabbed scar, dry and rough.

But he kissed his neck along this scar devoutly.It is like the baptism of believers, which can wash away the scars and pain all over the body.

If possible, he would rather exchange and let this scar appear on his body.

"Um......"

Cheng Yourang let out a soft cry, and turned his head to the side to hide: "Don't bite this, it will leave marks."

He wanted to hide, but the kiss was relentlessly chasing after him. He yelled several times in pain, and the person who was half on top of him finally regained his composure and supported himself up with his hands.

Qi Chi panted lightly, looking into his eyes with regret.

Cheng Yourang's eyes were red, and the skin on his body was also light red, his voice was a little hoarse, almost crying: "It will leave marks..."

"sorry Sorry......"

Qi Chi apologized repeatedly, leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't bite here," he said with aggrieved voice, he reached out and hooked the corner of his clothes, "anywhere else is fine."

"Let's do business first."

Qi Chi squatted beside the bed and lifted the quilt to reveal his complete back.

Cheng Yourang turned his face to the other side, leaving only the back of his head.

Although he can't see, his hearing is extremely sensitive.

He heard him seem to have opened the small bottle that he brought in from outside just now, and squeezed it a few times.

Cheng Yourang closed his eyes nervously, turned his head slightly and buried his face in the pillow, even a little embarrassed.

He is willing to give it to Qi Chi.

Feelings are mixed with desires, and he has completely overturned his thoughts when he first entered the world in this book.

When he first came in, he looked at everyone in this world with hostility, and hated this man who could easily restrain him even more.

In order to escape this big net that made him feel oppressed, he was so cautious that he was paranoid and full of fear.

They had had a lot of unhappiness before, and although he had beaten him a few times, he had now admitted his mistake.Those things in the past were enough for him to settle old scores and make him harden himself in front of him for the rest of his life.

He didn't think he was the one who could make the scumbag go astray, but he just happened to get his full love and became the person he treated most specially.

He wasn't sure how long this relationship would last, and he didn't know how long he would stay in this world.But he has always been a little crazy, and now he is walking alone on a road called Qi Chi's heart, a bit like a moth to a flame.

If the original owner will come back, and he will return to the original world, he believes that Qi Chi will continue to love him, and will not let him go through the plots in the book again.

But if you think about it, if he really can't continue to be with him as a boyfriend, no matter who is cheap, he will be unhappy.

Fingers touched the back with the cold ointment, and the familiar smell made Cheng Yourang suddenly open his eyes.

"You want to apply medicine to me?"

Press the paste on the wound with your fingers, and spread it along the wound, gently and carefully.

"Well, isn't it inconvenient for you?"

Qi Chi answered the conversation naturally, only to find that he suddenly started cursing.

Amidst the scolding, Qi Chi suddenly understood what he meant, and chuckled lightly, recalling his mournful tone just now.

"Should I help you with something else?"

Whether his tone is good or bad, it is a kind of sarcasm to Cheng Yourang's ears.

As soon as he turned over, he lifted his leg and kicked him: "Get out!"

After kicking someone, he was about to retract his leg when someone grabbed his ankle.

Qi Chi held his ankle with one hand and followed his gaze: "Take off your pants too?"

Cheng Yourang kicked his legs vigorously, but found that he still couldn't break free, so he raised the quilt angrily and covered his body, his face flushed.

He turned his face to the side, still angry: "Are you going to sleep or not, if you don't sleep, get out!"

He has a skill, if anyone embarrasses him, he will be even more domineering and can throw all the blame out.

"May I take this as an invitation?"

Qi Chi put his legs back on the bed, sat next to him, and actually wanted to persuade him: "Your injury is still not healed..."

Cheng Yourang grabbed his hand and threw it out of the quilt: "Are you a man, you won't think of a way if I'm injured? Then I won't be able to do it for the rest of my life?"

The hand that had just been grabbed quickly got under the quilt again, but he still had a straight face on his face: "Of course I am very confident in my ability, and I am mainly worried about you."

"I beg you to sleep with me, right? If you can't do it, just get out, don't stay with me—" Cheng Yourang yelled suddenly, and didn't even bother to finish the sentence, and cursed directly, "Damn! What the hell are you pretending to be? Mouth The boss said don't touch it if you don't want your hands! What are you pretending to be Liu Xiahui, you weren't the one who took me to the hotel to rape me last year?"

"You really—" Qi Chi sighed, not daring to finish his sentence.

Cheng Yourang knew that he couldn't spit out any ivory, so he stretched out his hand and slapped him: "I'll give you this one chance, if you don't do it, I'll replace you. You really think that all the men who are richer and more beautiful than you are dead. Is it? I have a lovely girlfriend! It's your turn?"

Qi Chi turned over for him, and gently pressed on his scar: "Is this acceptable?"

Cheng Yourang gritted his teeth: "No problem."

He heard him push the door and go out again, and when he came back, he heard the sound of cloth rubbing as he undressed again.

Qi Chi kissed his back again: "Grandma said she wants us to go back to have dinner..."

"I'm worried, you have a lot of shit."

With the curtains drawn, the light from outside could not come in, and the room looked dim.

The sticky feeling of sweat made people feel a little uncomfortable, Cheng Yourang half-opened his eyes, and remembered a passage he read in a notebook at the same table a long time ago.

"But in the love poems of all ages, the woman longs to bear the weight of a man's body. So the heaviest burden becomes at the same time the image of the strongest vitality."

At that time, he couldn't read it, and he was suffering from the second illness in adolescence. He thought he copied it from some novel he read secretly.

Of course, he still doesn't understand it now, and he still doesn't know what kind of burden he is talking about.I just found that the original love poems were not comprehensive enough, as if they had forgotten their group.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qi Chi broke his face and kissed his eyes.

Cheng Yourang closed his eyes, relaxed and stretched his untouched back, and his teeth gritted his jaw: "My husband is really amazing~"

【Speak】

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, bends us beneath it, pins us to the ground.But in the love poems of all ages, the woman longs to bear the weight of a man's body.Thus the heaviest burden becomes at the same time the image of the strongest vitality.The heavier the burden, the closer our life is to the earth, the more real it becomes. - "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"