Misfiring

After the nonsense, Cheng Mo quickly calmed down again, put his hands on Ying Yang's waist, and buried his head in sleep.

Ying Yang is used to sweeping his back, as soon as Cheng Mo approached, his hands followed suit, gently patting his spine through the soft cotton pajamas.

Cheng Mo hooked his hand subconsciously, and his fingertips brushed over the bulge on Ying Yang's back waist, and there was a sudden sound in his mind, as if a match was inadvertently polished, and the nerves burst into dense pain.

——He was alright, at most he was pierced by a bayonet, which happened to avoid the internal organs, and he was alive and kicking again after half a month of feeding.

Feeling the scar on Ying Yang's body, and recalling what Yang Jiuhui said earlier, Cheng Mo once again missed the peaceful dreamland, retreated a little in the dark, and opened his eyes to look at Ying Yang: "Does it hurt?"

"What?" This scar has existed for a certain number of years, and Ying Yang didn't realize what he was talking about at first, until Cheng Mo touched it again and again, and found that the skin there was obviously slow in responding to the touch. After reacting, he smiled, "It doesn't hurt."

Right now his family Cheng Xiaomo is in his arms, he is patronizing Le, how can he have the leisure to recall the feeling at that time.

"Xiao Yang said it was stabbed with a bayonet?" There were two similar wounds on the front and back of his body. Cheng Mo didn't dare to imagine how intense the pain would be. It was directly broken by a sharp weapon and passed through.

"Why did he tell you this?" Ying Yang was a little dissatisfied, thinking that he was scaring Cheng Mo for no reason.

"I asked him."

"Okay." Ying Yang naturally wouldn't blame him, and comforted him and kissed, "It really doesn't hurt, I was thinking about you all the time, and thinking about you doesn't hurt."

"...I don't believe it." Ying Yang probably remembered hating him at that time, and when thinking of him coming, his teeth might itch; even if he didn't hate him, he wasn't so powerful.

"real."

When he was young and frivolous, Ying Yang always felt that his feelings for Cheng Mo were at most nothing more than liking.But looking back now, I realize...that was already love.

As if guessing what Cheng Mo was thinking, Ying Yang said casually: "I want to hate you too, but as soon as your face appeared, I couldn't bear it, I'm afraid that I won't be able to remember your appearance clearly. I only want to deepen my impression, and I don’t care about other things.”

He seems to be completing a precious sketch, sitting in front of the drawing board and tracing it over and over again every day, even if the lead powder can no longer be scratched by the pen tip, everything is in vain, and he still stubbornly performs the repeated movements.Even if you can simply leave some marks, that's fine.

Cheng Mo sniffed secretly, not wanting Ying Yang to find out.

It's a pity that in the silent night, even the slightest movement would be played loudly, not to mention they were so close, Ying Yang heard it immediately, and touched his face: "Crying again?"

"No, the lying posture is wrong, and my nose is a little stuffy."

Ying Yang didn't believe it, but he didn't touch the tears, maybe they were holding back his eyes.

So he leaned over to kiss Cheng Mo's eyelids slightly, and his lips touched the expected moist heat.He didn't leave immediately, but waited for a while, paused when he heard Cheng Mo making noise again, pulled his hand and clenched it, and continued to kiss him back.

The moisture on the eyelashes was sucked dry, and the delicate kiss rolled down the bridge of the nose, revealing a sense of pure comfort.Cheng Mo raised his head and rubbed against him. Although his heart was still sour, a sweetness slowly spread.

"Ying Yang..."

"Ok?"

"Why are you so nice?"

And let him touch it, hold it firmly, and he can't lose it.

Cheng Mo sighed, but at the same time disliked his poor language, and couldn't think of anything else to praise.

Ying Yang also laughed at him: "Always say I'm good, but don't say what a good way."

"Looks good, has a good temper, and treats me well...everywhere."

"Is your temper better now?"

"It was good before, it has always been good..."

While talking, Cheng Mo finally couldn't bear the deep drowsiness, closed his eyelids, and gradually fell asleep.

Ying Yang continued to pat him to coax him to sleep more soundly, until the breath close at hand slowly became longer, then he gently pulled the quilt back and fell asleep smelling the fragrance of his hair.

Cheng Mo probably never thought that the reason why he became better was entirely because of his encouragement.

Just like the note in the wallet said: You are fine, let's work together!

Ying Yang didn't want this message, which entrusted Cheng Mo's sincerity, to become empty words, so no matter how difficult life was, he always worked hard to move towards the direction Cheng Mo hoped for.

Get ahead of him and wait for him in a better future.

In the early morning of the next day, Cheng Mo was woken up by the egg kiss in a daze, and the slender beard scratched his face, making him itchy.

Neck retracted, grunted and buried his head on Ying Yang's chest again, his knees slid deeper into his legs, Cheng Mo stuck to Ying Yang's body like Siamese twins, and due to his excessive figure Thin, from the angle of the bedside, I thought there was only Ying Yang lying on it.

Across the quilt, Eggy perseveredly stepped on Cheng Mo's shoulder, but after two times, she was stopped by Ying Yang, holding the soft skin on the back of her neck, and placed her chubby body in the air beside the pillow.

"Shh, Daddy is still in bed."

"Yuuuu..." Eggy whispered, resting her chin on her front paws, opening a pair of big amber eyes, watching them curiously.

Daddy has failed his studies, and Daddy never stayed in bed before.

The same goes for Dad, who was still lying under the covers after waking up for so long, feeling ashamed.

It's almost starving.

Fortunately, Cheng Mo only stayed there for a while.

When he regained consciousness again, he found that he was inexplicably lying on Ying Yang's body, still using both hands and feet, the kind that completely ravaged him as a mat.

His sleeping appearance wasn't so bad before, could it be that Ying Yang carried him up by himself?

Cheng Mo scratched his head and yawned, not wanting to understand.

"morning."

"Morning..." Sitting up to rest for a while, Cheng Mo asked vaguely, "What time is it?"

"09:30."

"Oh."

Fortunately, neither sooner nor later.

Going to bed late and waking up late for several days in a row, my body was a bit overwhelmed, and I gradually started to enjoy leisure and work, and I almost couldn't get up just now.

It seems that he really needs to start exercising like Yang Jiuhui said.

Now that he has made up his mind, after breakfast, Cheng Mo struts into the gym and stands on the treadmill——

Then Ying Yang grabbed him down before turning it on.

"What are you doing?!"

"Run, run..."

"No one runs away as soon as they are full."

It really is.

Cheng Mo touched his nose embarrassingly, the enthusiasm that had finally been ignited disappeared immediately, and it is estimated that it will not make a comeback in a short time.

In order to prevent Dandan from coming in and tampering with the equipment and causing danger, Ying Yang hugged Cheng Mo and did not forget to close the door after he came out, very much like the head of the family.

"Why do you want to exercise all of a sudden?"

"……Exercise."

Ying Yang looked him up and down, frowned and stopped: "Is there something uncomfortable?"

It is very abnormal for a lazy egg to break its shell, as if it has been cracked.

"No, I just want to move." As for such a big reaction?Cheng Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and curled up on the sofa to make a good nest, "Then it's okay if I don't move."

Ying Yang pinched his whole body carefully, as if palpating him, and confirmed that he had just had an epiphany, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Wait until the afternoon, and I will practice with you in the afternoon."

Cheng Mo shrank into a ball itchingly, noncommittal: "We'll see when the time comes."

Maybe he will be lazy again by then.

After all, it is now comfortably spread out, and he doesn't want to move anymore.

In the end, it was the crisp doorbell that woke him up.

"Did you buy something?" Cheng Mo sat up straight with his arms around Eggy, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"No, you didn't buy it?" Ying Yang asked back.

"Me neither." He was going to let his wallet recuperate for a while.

"I gonna go see."

When Cheng Mo followed, Ying Yang just closed the door and dragged a big box in.After seeing it, Cheng Mo suddenly realized: "Oh, I bought this yesterday."

Ying Yang found a paper cutter, and neatly cut off the sealing glue: "What are they?"

"Xiao Yang picked out the clothes for me." That's right!Also, there are others.Thinking of this incident, Cheng Mo hurriedly rushed over to cover the seal, "You... I, I will take it apart myself."

Those who are frizzy are not afraid of being hurt.Ying Yang put away the blade at the right time, squinted his eyes: "What's the hurry? Those who didn't know thought you bought an inflatable wild baby."

"...how could it be." The truth is almost the same, but the parts are not so complete.

Opening a small crack in the box, Cheng Mo glanced inside guiltily, and saw one after another neatly stacked, nothing unusual was seen, and he couldn't tell which was which, so he felt relieved. Open the two sides of the seal, and lift up hard, trying to move the box back to the room.

"Okay, you still want to be brave with your body." Ying Yang didn't give him any face, bent down to pick up the box, and walked to the stairs easily.

Cheng Mo followed closely, observing whether his eyes were wandering at any time.

Facts have proved that although Ying Yang has nothing to say, his character is still trustworthy, and he went up to the second floor without looking sideways: "Where are the things?"

"Let's put it in the room first."

"Ah."

After returning to the room, Cheng Mo dragged a blanket from the window sill and sat in front of the box as a cushion. Every time he took out a gift box, he carefully opened a corner, and after seeing the contents clearly, he put them into different categories. To one side, clothes belong to clothes, pants belong to pants.

He knew that this kind of behavior fully reflected what it meant to be "a guilty conscience", but for the sake of face, it's better to be careful.

Who made him unable to stand up to Yang Jiuhui's advocacy and bought a bunch of them blindly.

Coming out and mixing, sooner or later I have to pay it back.

Ying Yang usually has nothing to do during the day, so he just loves to be with him, so Cheng Mo was reviewing the spoils there, and he would sit across from him and rub his balls from time to time, he didn't seem to be curious about the reason for Cheng Mo's guilty conscience.

At the end of the box opening, Cheng Mo gradually discovered the clues of those "sweeteners". The color of the packaging box was obviously different from before, and he sneaked a glance at Ying Yang.

How should he hide things in front of Ying Yang, and where should he hide them?

Although this room is big, there are only a few cabinets in total, maybe one day he will see it as soon as he opens it...

Just as he was struggling, Ying Yang, who was in the presence of the old god, finally opened his mouth: "Look at the clothes you bought."

"Here." Cheng Mo pushed all the boxes on the ground to him, very generously.

Ying Yang let go of her balls, and picked up the clothes one by one to look at them.

Yang Jiuhui has a good eye. Although the styles of these new clothes are not the type that Cheng Mo himself would choose, he would not feel that they are inconsistent if he wears the upper body. On the contrary, it is the same as last night, which makes people feel bright.

"It's pretty good." Unexpectedly, Ying Yang had a plan, "What else did you buy?"

"……there is none left."

"What's in the box?"

"sock."

"Take it apart, I'll wash it for you."

"...I can do it myself."

"You're welcome."

"..."

Cheng Mo couldn't make it up any longer, and looked at him blushingly, his eyes slowly becoming watery.With such a bullying appearance, it is self-evident what is hidden in his heart.

Sure enough, after looking at him for a while, Ying Yang couldn't help laughing, and Cheng Mo picked up a box and threw it at him, even forgetting that Eggy was still in his arms.

Thanks to Ying Yang's agility, he protected his balls with one hand, and grabbed the box with the other—it was just the body. The loose cover fell to the ground, and the objects inside scattered out one after another, covering his balls all over his head and face.

"Wow..."

Eggy was originally enjoying Ying Yang's service and was comfortable, but who would have encountered such a catastrophe in the next second, couldn't help protesting aggrieved, and asked Dad and Daddy to coax it together.

It's a pity that in front of the fresh things, Ying Yang quickly stopped hugging the pipa, picked up the peach pink lace ring covering Dandan's head, and asked Cheng Mo: "Is this a sock?"

Leg rings to be exact.

But the matter has come to this point, Cheng Mo can only speak with a sullen face.

"...Yeah, on the legs."

"Cheng Xiaoguai, there are holes in your socks."

Cheng Mo snatched it back and threw it into a big cardboard box.I don't want Ying Yang to pick up another piece of debris, the same color, a little larger than the previous one, but it is still "wrong" when unfolded.

"Is this a sock too?"

At first glance, it looks like briefs with bows on both sides!

Cheng Mo was burning with embarrassment, while scolding him for knowingly asking the truth and opening his eyes, he argued stubbornly: "New! The isosceles triangle design, both legs can be worn in..."

What a talent.

Ying Yang couldn't help laughing, let Cheng Mo angrily take back all the small pieces of cloth, and didn't give him a chance to make fun of it, and at the same time, he didn't forget to praise: "Not bad, it's quite trendy."

Cheng Mo kept it away for a long time, and finally found that he was just carrying the small box around, shifting it from left to right, making no progress at all. Suddenly, a breath came up from the bottom of his heart, and it came to his mouth, and he simply broke the jar and broke it. He fell to the ground and vented: "I won't accept it! You like to read it, you can take it and wash it after reading it-"

Yo, I'm so impatient, this can't work.

Ying Yang immediately pushed Eggy and the carton aside, stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Mo, wrapped him tightly in his arms, and touched his forehead: "It's hot, I didn't say anything."

"...I said it." Cheng Mo turned his head away from him.

"What did you say, huh?" Ying Yang had a serious face, as if as long as Cheng Mo said something right, he could smack himself to vent his anger on him.

"...I said it was socks, but you still don't believe me." Cheng Mo twisted for a while before answering.After speaking, he felt untenable, lowered his head, and wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

"I didn't say you didn't believe me, I just said it was very trendy." Ying Yang let him make a false accusation, and was about to take back some benefits, "When will I wear it to open my eyes? I have grown so big, and I have never seen anyone wear it so well. 'socks'."

"Don't you have a lot of them there?" Cheng Mo curled his lips, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"No way, did you see it yesterday?" You can't blindly admit this.

Actually no, when passing by the bar area, he only glanced at the door from a distance, and saw nothing.

"What's wrong with buying some 'little socks'?" Seeing that his expression was loose, Ying Yang struck while the iron was hot, "Didn't you expect that I would read it when you picked it? My Cheng Xiaoguai is so generous, right? Share good things with me, It’s not going to be hidden at all.”

Ying Yang didn't think that Cheng Mo bought these gadgets purely to please himself. He probably had soft ears and couldn't stand Yang Jiuhui's incitement. He was also curious and happened to see the color he liked, so he bought it for him in a daze. up.

Just buy it.

Although they are newlyweds, they haven't practiced many times in total, everything is still fresh.But these things will not expire when they are placed there, and there are always times when they can be used, so it is not a waste.

Good.

Ying Yang's tone was very gentle. In contrast, Cheng Mo suddenly realized that he seemed to be too unreasonable, so he couldn't hold back even more.

"Where are you coaxing the kids?"

"It's not coaxing, it's showing your true feelings. Even if you are old, I will be the same."

As soon as this remark came out, no matter how much Cheng Mo thought about it, he couldn't hold back his offensive, and he was soon coaxed by his duplicity.

Indeed, when I bought it, I thought that it would be discovered. The two lived together, so there are so many little secrets.And it's not just something he uses alone, Ying Yang also has a share, why should he be so shy.

After thinking about it, Cheng Mo sat sideways, took the initiative to pull out the boxes in the carton, and put them one by one in front of Ying Yang, without any secrets: "These are not 'little socks', there are many more besides wearing them. I I can’t remember clearly, so take your time.”

Ying Yang observed Cheng Mo's face, and found that he really wanted to see him, so he couldn't help kissing him in relief, and sighed: "Hey, my big baby."

Cheng Mo pretended not to hear, but the red tips of his ears were always betraying him.

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