Chi Guang

After Mu Shihai answered the phone and went back to the room, his eyes were full of drunks—except for Liu Yiyu and Huang Jing who were still sober, one was comforting his bamboo horse who refused to let go, the other was holding onto Shen Qiansong for fear that he would step on the air and fall If you want to die, you have to call the homes of these drunks to apply for staying out at night-you will be beaten to death if you go back like this.The ground was covered with rattling wine bottles, Ye Jing's eyes were blurred, and he was holding a bottle of Jaeger tightly in his arms, and he couldn't speak clearly with his tongue out: "You, you, you, you lose, call, call, call, daddy!" ..."

"Fart!" As soon as Lu Miao fell on the carpet, the two of them leaned their heads against each other, circling the little curly hair with their fingers so as not to let go: "You are my father! Call me father!"

...There must be something wrong with these two.

"Brother Ran," he shook Su Pingran who was half asleep and half drunk in the corner, "Where's Xu Chichuan?"

"I'm looking for you."

"Huh? Are you here?" A figure stumbled in from the balcony, and the figure suddenly appeared——it seemed to be Xu Chichuan who was drunk.

Mu Shihai frowned: "How much did you drink?"

"Not much," Xu Chichuan's feet softened, and before he fell to the ground, he fell into a firm embrace, with a smirk on his blushing cheeks, as he breathed out the scent of wine, and gestured back and forth with a thin white little finger: "Just ...a cup, a little bit..."

Mu Shihai's face turned cloudy—is he still screaming a little bit after being so drunk?

"I'm sorry, Brother Mu," Huang Jing bowed her head tremblingly and admitted, "I didn't do it on purpose, I really only gave him a cup, but it was Long Island Iced Tea..."

"... Forget it," Mu Shihai called the nanny: "Aunt Tian, ​​take them to the guest room on the third floor. As for the two on the ground—" kicked Ye Jing, who was still alive, "hugging the bed quilt and Just leave the pillow here."

Mu Xingyong and several uncles had already changed places for activities. Yin Zhimei took her son and nephew back to her natal home tonight. The whole villa was empty. Xu Chichuan, who was drunk, lay obediently on his back without crying or making trouble The child carrying the mud-like child climbed up the second floor step by step, and the hot breath sprayed all over the neck like a small brush, causing a shiver.

After entering the house, Young Master Mu was helpless—Xu Chichuan wrapped his hands and feet tightly around him, and refused to get off his back no matter what.

"Be obedient," Mu Shihai tried to coax the octopus with the greatest patience in his life: "Come down and sleep."

"No," the little head drilled and arched: "No."

"...you are good."

"I'm not good."

"...If you don't behave well, I will beat you."

I've been stabbed——

The child who was still happy just now immediately pursed his mouth, tears quickly accumulated in his dark eyes, bit his shoulder hard, and complained loudly: "You are killing me!"

"……I do not have."

"You're still quibbling!"

"……I do not have."

"You have!"

Reasoning with a drunk is tantamount to playing the piano with a cow, and you can only raise your hands in surrender: "I have it, I have it, can I be wrong? Ancestor, can you come down and talk?"

Xu Chichuan rubbed against his neck stickily, and the corners of his wet red lips brushed against the crystal earlobe. The child's heart was fully exposed at this moment: "If you do something wrong, you have to coax people~ You can coax me and come down~"

...Mu Shihai's mood at this moment is like sweeping a grave, crying and forgetting to bring paper in the toilet on the wrong grave. After gritting his teeth, he can only say "you are obedient and let's go to bed". , just said it."

... Is this drunk or not drunk!

Frustrated by the young master's defeat, Xu Chichuan pushed himself onto Mu Shihai's chest, rubbed his face against the boy's slightly protruding Adam's apple, and ironed a cluster of fire: "Brother Shihai~"

A bucket of water splashed, and the small flame went out without a chance.

He sighed, sat on the edge of the bed with Xu Chichuan in his arms, and resignedly patted the misbehaving little puppy in his arms: "Be good, brother is wrong;"

"Zai Zai is obedient, can you sleep well?"

"Okay~" The little boy was finally willing to let go, wrapped himself in the quilt, rolled twice and lay down in the middle of the bed, patted the bed and invited Mu Shihai to come: "Sleep together!"

"...Zai Zai," he broke down a bit, this mother must be Xu Chichuan's second personality: "Before going to bed, I have to take a shower and change into pajamas."

Xu Chichuan rolled over and opened his arms to him: "Big brother hug."

...Mu Shihai gritted his teeth, the revenge of tonight's drinking is firmly on Xie Zihuang's head.Upstairs, Huang Jing sneezed three times, and Liu Yiyu pulled the quilt for her sister worriedly: "Cover it, don't catch a cold."

The octopus returned to his embrace and turned into a koala. He supported Xu Chichuan's waist with one hand and fumbled for the switch on the wall with the other. He tried the lights back and forth several times but there was no response—this reminded him of Yuba yesterday Broken and not repaired.

"Brother," Xu Chichuan said timidly in the dark, "It's too dark, I'm afraid."

"Forget it, I won't wash it, and change the sheets tomorrow." He walked out of the bathroom with the man in his arms and took off the coats and outer pants on both of them. The child's thin and fair calves were fully exposed in front of his eyes, and the black boxer briefs could barely cover the thighs. The white and tender skin felt soft to the touch. Mu Shihai's arm stiffened and hastily withdrew his hand, lifted the quilt to cover Xu Chichuan's body: "Sleep."

On the two-meter-high bed, the two people faced each other with their backs separated by a border between Chu River and Han Dynasty. Mu Shihai heaved a sigh of relief when Xu Chichuan's steady breathing came from behind him.Except for Ye Jing, he has no experience of sharing the bed with others, even if he sleeps with Ye Jing, the two quilts are separated.When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a sudden sound beside him, and before he could react, he was hugged by someone - the child turned over and put his arms on him.The night outside the window was hazy, and a cold moon leaked through the gap to see Xu Chichuan's thick and delicate long eyelashes, and the neckline of the white T-shirt was slightly open, revealing a firm and beautiful collarbone.

Oddly enough, I had the urge to reach out and touch it.

"Hmm..." Xu Chichuan rolled over again and stuck to him firmly, and continued to sleep peacefully.Young Master Mu was forced to fall into the embarrassment of being completely at a loss: Xu Chichuan arched into his territory like a little milk dog who had just found its nest, sleeping with his head on his chest and his hands firmly wrapped around his waist I can't move; what is even more embarrassing is the scene under the quilt - two pairs of long, naked legs are forced to intertwine and press each other, skin sticking to flesh.Trying to struggle to get out of trouble, the person in his arms frowned, waved his hand to drive away the villain who disturbed the dream, and said in a soft and charming nasal voice, "Hmm...don't move..."

"Zai Zai," he began to suspect that the little bastard did it on purpose: "Are you asleep?"

He was answered by a string of sweet little grunts breathing in a rhythmic rhythm.

The scent of lavender wrapped in wood and the fragrance of Xu Chichuan are mixed together, every breath enters the body, and when you look down, you can see a black hair swirl, the body has honestly accepted such presumptuous behavior, Mu Shihai sighed Taking a deep breath, he stretched his arms and hugged the person closer, and found a comfortable position for both of them, hugging the child and falling asleep.

On the first night at the age of 16, the black and white piano keys were silent, and the teenager fell asleep with his neck crossed.