ABO ambiguous avoidance

Zhong Xi hastily washed away the smell of tobacco and alcohol all over his body with hot water, and opened the shower gel that Yu Ruocheng bought newly when he went to the supermarket on the shelf.

Suddenly, a refreshing mint smell permeated the steaming bathroom.

Smelling this scent, the young man was slightly taken aback.

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The young man unscrewed the doorknob of the room, and a gust of cold air rushed towards his face, sprinkled on the skin that was still warm from the hot water, making Zhong Xi shiver subconsciously.

"Baby, the temperature of the air conditioner is too low." Walking into the room, Zhong Xi leaned over and picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on the bedside table, staring at the word "16°C" displayed on it, frowning slightly.

Originally, Yu Ruocheng just stuffed himself in the quilt, motionless like a small mountain bag, but after hearing Zhong Xi's "beep" sound when he pressed the remote control, the little guy seemed to be in a panic. Jumped up like a cat whose tail had been pulled—and jumped straight at Zhong Xi who was standing beside the bed studying the remote control, shouting in a hurry: "Don't turn it off, don't turn it off, don't turn it off!"

The kid who was not much different from a firecracker immediately hung on the young man's body, his right hand held the wrist of Zhong Xi's hand holding the remote control of the air conditioner, and forcibly adjusted the temperature back to sixteen degrees. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhong Xi has been trained by Yu Ruocheng in the past few years, so he has to suffer, he has already practiced the unique skill of being able to catch a sudden attack anytime and anywhere, and hold him firmly and quickly.

Now that the child is being hugged up, Zhong Xi can't laugh or cry when he sees the small sample of the other party's tight protection of the remote control.

"It's so hot, don't turn off the air conditioner." Nestled in the arms of the most dependent person, Yu Ruocheng's whole body became limp, and he spoke incoherently: "Brother, don't turn it off."

Yu Ruocheng had an abnormal blush on his face, Zhong Xi lowered his head and kissed the center of the other's brow, only when he was suffocating in the quilt, and when he had a fever, he patiently told the child who was greedy for cold The truth is, talk about the disadvantages of catching a cold.

Probably because he was sleepy, Yu Ruocheng listened a little absent-mindedly.

In the next second, he hugged the young man's neck tightly, and pushed his whole body backwards. Taking advantage of the defenseless side, he pulled him down onto the soft and fluffy double bed.

Immediately afterwards, he sealed his lips with a kiss, squinted his round cat eyes, and caught Zhong Xi's open and closed lips in one mouthful while he was still chattering.

A big dent was left on the soft quilt, and Zhong Xi threw herself on Yu Ruocheng's body. Through the pure cotton pajamas, the high body temperature was transmitted between the two of them.

Yu Ruocheng was obsessed with kissing Zhong Xi, their lips and tongues intertwined, and the delicate and ambiguous sound of water filled the cramped space.

The temperature around the body seemed to be still rising gradually, and the scenery in front of him began to become blurred, and the low temperature of sixteen degrees had no effect...Suddenly, a hint of lemon fragrance passed the tip of his nose.

"Brother," Yu Ruocheng tried hard to open his eyes, trying to pull his mind out of the chaos. During the kiss, he murmured, "The new shower gel...it smells like lemon."

Zhong Xi, who was also fond of kissing, didn't notice Yu Ruocheng's unusually high fever and confusion at this moment, but smiled gently and coaxed him in a low voice: "Wrong, it's not lemon, it's mint."

At that time, Yu Ruocheng, who found himself surrounded by the increasingly strong lemon fragrance, immediately became more confused in his not sober mind.

He sniffed, trying to catch even the slightest hint of peppermint in the air, but in the end he found nothing.

Zhong Xi would never lie, Yu Ruocheng thought to himself.

But why can't he smell the so-called mint smell?