Misfiring

Ying Yang, who was leaning back on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, put down his high legs, and walked behind Cheng Mo silently, his warm breath and strong arms crossed his shoulders together: "Oh, so fat."

Cheng Mo's heart sank slightly, but his arms suddenly lightened, Ying Yang pinched the back of Eggy's neck and lifted it up, weighing it from bottom to top.

The night wind blew, and the cat's fur fluttered in the wind, but its movements were far from free, its pupils shrank in horror, and its limbs began to draw circles randomly after a short period of stiffness, but it couldn't pull anyone.

"Aw, ow!"

Cheng Mo hurriedly tried to save it: "You scared it."

Ying Yang sideways dodges, nests back on the sofa with Eggy, turns over with his hands, and the meat ball spreads out into a cat cake, with his belly open indecently in his arms.

This should be the most taboo gesture of cats, but the next moment, the soft fingertips that landed on the chin instantly broke through its defense line, so that it kicked its legs slightly, and its straight beard stretched out, and its soft body stretched out. Obediently relax and remain motionless.

It's too good-for-nothing.

Cheng Mo stared in a daze, his gaze involuntarily followed Ying Yang's fingertips all the way to his face, and then he noticed that his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he said without raising his eyes, "It's blurred."

Cheng Mo quickly ran back to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the steamed pot, stirred it lightly, poured the browned meat sauce into the noodle bowl, then re-boiled a pot of boiling water, and poured it on the noodles that had passed through the cold river. Stir and remove.

That's it.

Greeting Ying Yang to the table, Cheng Mo went to the yard to feed Dandan.

When he came back, Ying Yang was already mixing noodles, and the amount of vegetables on the plate was suddenly reduced by one-third. Cheng Mo withdrew his dark gaze and cautiously added vegetables to the bowl.

Cucumbers, carrots, shallots, two spoonfuls of meat sauce, and half a spoonful of sesame oil. During the process, Cheng Mo's eyes grew in the bowl and he never looked up.

But Ying Yang seemed to be very hungry, started to move without saying a word, and wiped out most of the hot noodles in the blink of an eye.

Even if Cheng Mo didn't want to take the initiative to talk to him, he would inevitably remind him: "Eat slowly."

"Fuck." After emptying the food bowl in twos and twos, Ying Yang suddenly cursed endlessly, "I haven't come back to eat for a long time, I always feel like I ate pig food for a long time."

Hearing this, Cheng Mo froze, and then concealedly picked up the bowl in front of Ying Yang, trying to distract him: "Let's add some more."

After adding a full bowl of noodles, Ying Yang gave Cheng Mo a strange look, and his subordinates mixed them casually, but finally suppressed the doubts in his heart, and satiated his stomach before talking.

Cheng Mo doesn't like talking at the dinner table.

Just listen to him this time.

After eating dinner silently, Cheng Mo consciously put away the bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to scrub.Eggy followed in, looking back curiously at the man who was no longer so unfamiliar from time to time, pacing back and forth with tail upright like a guard.

Ying Yang didn't pay much attention to Eggy, and leaned on the dining table boredly, looking at Cheng Mo's busy back alone, with a pair of dark eyes under his heroic eyebrows, his eyes were dark and unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There is only a small lamp on in the small kitchen. The light is bright and dazzling, and the color is very positive. It will not be too blue and cool, and it will not make people feel lonely as if they are in the dusk.

Cheng Mo's complexion was also pale, revealing a lustrous light under the dip of the light.

Ying Yang's gaze stuck firmly to the back of his bare neck, extending down along the straight and straight ridge line, submerging into the end of the vertebrae - the place where the depression and the upturn coexist, and stayed there for a while, finally Along with the sound of swallowing saliva, it slid down with a "grunt", staring at the round ankle in a daze.

Cheng Mo has rarely seen such an expression on his face, it can even be said that he has never seen it before, so he froze as soon as he turned around, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Ying Yang is looking at... his feet?

Because he wore a pair of plush slippers inappropriately?

Although it is true that he is more afraid of the cold than ordinary people, this is still a bit too exaggerated in the scorching summer.

But who let the house have no extra slippers, they can't be naked.

Cheng Mo has just passed his 23rd birthday, but he has entered the stage of middle-aged health preservation ahead of schedule. He always prepares ginger water to soak his feet every night before going to bed. It is impossible for him to walk barefoot.

After speculatively guessing around, Ying Yang has long since withdrawn his gaze, and turned to stare at his face with interest, seeing his vivid and undisguised expression, filled with a long-lost feeling of satisfaction in his heart.

"finished Wash?"

"..." Cheng Mo came back to his senses in a daze, and subconsciously wiped his hands, "Hmm."

"I want to take a shower."

"Just had enough..."

"Tsk, come here and help me." Ying Yang cursed secretly for being dizzy, and motioned Cheng Mo to help him back to lie on the sofa.

Cheng Mo held his breath, stood up with Ying Yang as before, tried to avoid ingesting the hidden aggressive aura of the man, but took a lot of effort in just a few steps, when he fell on the sofa, his feet were unsteady, wiped Ying Yang's strong abdominal muscles fell straight onto him, as if deliberately touching porcelain.

"Baby," Ying Yang snorted, frowned uncomfortably, but did not forget to support his waist, "Suddenly so enthusiastic, I am a bit overwhelmed."

Cheng Mo got up in a hurry, because Ying Yang was tall and occupied the entire sofa, he had to support him on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you still so polite." Ying Yang seemed a little puzzled, "I've slept through it all, what's wrong with touching it."

Hearing this, Cheng Mo's body that had just straightened up fell back again, even though he stopped the castration in time, his eyes still fell into the deep eyes of the other party, as if it was impossible to get out.

When they looked at each other so close, Ying Yang withdrew his playful expression, and the hand on Cheng Mo's back moved up silently, clasped the slender nape of his neck, squeezed it lightly, and then pressed it down. People are firmly imprisoned in their arms.

Cheng Mo woke up suddenly and was about to struggle, but Ying Yang whispered: "Don't move, let me hug you."

The tips of the ears were itchy, and the heart that had been self-sufficient for a long time finally accelerated uncontrollably. At this time, the only thing Cheng Mo could do was to let his sweaty palms fall on the sofa, instead of any contact with Ying Yang's body. one place.

Cheng Mo knows that such an act is really deceiving himself and others, but under Ying Yang's seemingly inadvertent but continuous offensive, this is already the greatest persistence he can do.

During the breath, the mellow male hormone smell gradually overwhelmed the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and it smelled as good as the warm scent of fluffy cats. Cheng Mo had memorized so many theories to soothe emotions, but he lost his helmet at this moment After removing the armor, the nerve endings that had been tense all the time became hot, and the fever made him dizzy.

"Well……"

Cheng Mo plunged into chaos again without hesitation, his thin body didn't weigh much, and Ying Yang felt the same as stroking a cat while holding him.

The fingertips rubbed skillfully on the delicate flesh of the back of the neck. The more he rubbed, the deeper Cheng Mo sank, until the side of his face unconsciously rubbed into his shoulder socket, and his hands stretched up accordingly.

An action that could barely be called a hug back.

Only then was Ying Yang satisfied, with a slight mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and sniffed the secret body odor behind Cheng Mo's ear - a milky fragrance mixed with the clear ocean breath.

It is as contradictory as his evasive and uncontrollable state of mind.

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Massage to fall asleep, happy!