【Lotus Root Cake ABO】Tobacco and Milk Sugar

"Beichen first... Beichen," Ao Guang looked nervously at the person opposite, "Are you satisfied with this painting? If not, I will redraw it."

It took him a week to finish the painting. Including that he hadn’t touched a paintbrush for ten years since the car accident, and Beichen didn’t describe his lover’s appearance, it was extremely difficult for him to describe—he even had a connection on the first day. Can't draw straight.He thought for a long time what kind of scene he should draw, maybe it should be the happy businessman in the convenience store, the little painter jumping in front of the candied haws cart, he painted and changed, changed and painted again, but somehow his brain was out of control , When he came back to his senses, the drawing paper had already been spread all over. The stubble-faced guy in a suit held candied haws in his hand, and stared at the grinning little painter next to him with interest.

"In all fairness, I'm really not satisfied." Bei Chen opened the painting and spread it out, "Of course, you portrayed me perfectly. A reckless businessman in his early twenties, wearing a cheap suit bought to save money, makes me look like a Like an insurance salesman. The expression is also very well drawn, the panic and joy of being approached by others for the first time, and the eyes that are aroused by this little guy are completely true portrayals of me at that time. I really wonder if we have met before. But," he paused here, his bony fingers slid along the drawing paper to the painter's face, "here is the problem."

"My lover doesn't look like this. You paint him like a coquettish and shameless model. I hate this kind of person the most." The eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and the whiskey pheromone was extremely cold, "I believe you I don't like it either."

He's right, Ao Guang thought to himself while pressing the glands on the back of his neck that were much more active than usual, I really don't like this face.

That day, after carefully drawing the line of Beichen, he was worried about the blank face of the other protagonist. There were two facial features in his heart that could not be seen clearly through the layer of fog. He sat from sunrise to sunset, watching the big lady dancing in the square downstairs. Come and go, still no thoughts.His stomach was growling after not eating for a day, so he had to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, and when he brought it to the dining table, he found that it was already covered with various paints and papers.He was leaning against the wall with a bowl of storm noodles, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a dusty magazine hidden in the pile of painting tools under the bed.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his head, he put down the bowl and took out the thin book, coughing repeatedly due to the dust that was thrown up.The cover was so dirty that you couldn't see it clearly, and Ao Guang didn't know where his persistence came from, so he soaked the rag and wiped off the dust little by little——

It was the most famous fashion magazine ten years ago. It featured the omega male model who was very popular back then, but his fate was the same as that of other short-lived epiphyllum. It was said that he angered the boss of a company and was buried forever.

The fog in the brain "huh" was blown away, and the central nervous system seemed to be whipped by a small whip, and the pain was terribly painful.There were snowflakes in front of his eyes, and he slipped to the ground covering his head, whimpering in pain.

He couldn't remember what he did that night, his back was soaked in cold sweat, dry and wet, and when he woke up the next day, he was lying on the dining table, and the blank face on the drawing paper was filled in. The facial features of the male model.

They obviously match well, why are they so obtrusive?

He stared at Beichen's interested eyes on the drawing paper and thought, it shouldn't be like this.

But he really couldn't draw anything else, not to mention that it was too late for him to draw another one - this one made his hand hurt like hell, Beichen asked him to meet again at three o'clock in the afternoon, Ao Guang rubbed his sore eyes , Roughly washed his paint-stained fingers and face, pinned his slightly long hair behind his ears, and smiled at himself in the mirror.

Where am I worse than him?

This inexplicable thought creaked out, and even he himself was startled, and secretly laughed at how he could get angry with someone he didn't know, so he packed up and ran out.

"My lover is different from this kind of person, he is very handsome," Bei Chen still spoke vaguely, "There is a pale pink tear mole in the corner of his eye, his nose is small and straight, and the corners of his lips are slightly upturned. Look at my face. Always with a smile in your eyes.”

Ao Guang frowned and conceived in his mind. He didn't notice Alpha's tender and affectionate eyes. He subconsciously opened his mouth to eat the ice cream spoon. It was his favorite flavor of blueberry and hazelnut.

"Let's change the next painting." The man gently pinned his sideburns that fell on his cheeks behind his ears, "The money has already been charged to your card, you must use it, otherwise the price will double for each additional painting in the future. As if seeing through Ao Guang's trick of not wanting to spend the money, he blinked, leaned forward slightly, and clasped his hands to support his chin:

"We confirmed our relationship on the second day of the heavy snowfall. He looks lively, but he is actually very innocent. If I hold my hand, he will jump away like a rabbit, and wait for a place where there are few people, and then he will blush and kiss. Me, and then I was pressed against the wall and kissed until I couldn't breathe."

"At that time, my business had improved, but the land in Shangdu was really expensive. I bought a small house of [-] square meters by scrapping together. It was still in the shade, and the power was often cut off. I put the rusty key in his palm. He almost jumped up, put his arms around my neck and kissed me resoundingly, and shouted Beichen, I love you the most, regardless of the passers-by around me!"

"Actually, when I think about it, I'm really not good enough for him. It's damp and cold in the city, and the heating leaks in winter. He's cold and has chilblains on his hands. He secretly applied the medicine without telling me. You must know that his biggest wish is to open his own medicine in the future." Art museum, that is the hand of a painter, he...how could he... I found out later and he smiled and comforted me, saying that it's okay, when you make a lot of money in the future, you can open a gallery for me, and then I will paint the old paintings Put all the pictures on it, even if the painting is not good, some people will praise it.”

"On my birthday, this little fool came to the company to find me with a pot of Changshou noodles, but got lost in the office building in a daze. He sat by the elevator and called me. Then I went back to the office. He doesn’t know how to cook, so I usually do the cooking. The pot of noodles was so salty, half of them were battered and half of them were raw, but I ate them all. Come up and kiss me, and say Beichen, happy birthday."

"It was the first time in 20 years that I ate longevity noodles and the first time I heard someone wish me a happy birthday."

"This is the second story." He caressed Ao Guang's hand resting on the table casually, "Draw for me."

"Don't look at it, let's eat first."

Seeing that half of the ancient poems in his hand were closed and taken away, Xiao TangGao shrunk his mouth aggrievedly, opened his mouth to bite the shrimp dumpling handed to his mouth, raised his chin slightly and let Nezha help him wipe off the stain on his mouth Debris: "The exam will be in a while..."

"You reviewed so late yesterday, and it's time for an early meeting. You can't memorize anything in this one or two minutes." The school bully pinched his face, and immediately scooped up a spoonful of sweet milk when he saw the little bun's face puffed up. Being easily led over, he gurgled and squinted his eyes while holding Nezha's hand, hiccupped a little with a glass of milk, rubbed his wrist and said that he wanted to eat crystal shrimp cakes at noon.

He was finally raised with a small appetite. When Nezha took him to the cafeteria, he no longer said in a daze that he could eat anything. One point—even though he was fed vegetables, he still bounced around like a rabbit.

The third young master pampered his little nose and replied in a low voice.Just as he was about to pick up his hands to pack his things, his fingertips were suddenly rubbed by something moist and soft. Nezha was taken aback, and turned around to find that the child had already run out of the cafeteria with red ears, leaving behind a light smell of sweet milk on his fingers. Tooth marks.

He put the dishes and bowls on the recycling table with almost the same hands and feet, and was careful not to let the schoolbag touch the finger that was hundreds of times more expensive in an instant, and smiled very brightly at the teaching building.

The mid-term exam is divided into exam rooms according to the ranking. No one in the Nezha dormitory except Ao Bing does not study, so naturally they all take the exam in the last exam room.But the child is a transfer student, so he was assigned to the same scene as them, but the third young master was so happy that he sent his younger brother to clean all the tables and chairs early, and sat down on the seat with two packs of toffee.

However, it is impossible to write papers, and Ao Bing must read them.

Nezha stretched out his hands, and his fiery eyes fell on Ao Bing, who was serious about writing.The child's expression was extremely serious, his two slender eyebrows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes opened, and the sunlight came in from the window, illuminating the already pale pupils almost transparently, like a cat in the dark.He had a rare low braid today, his watery hair covered the back of his neck, and even that alluring gland was tightly covered, with only a little smell of cigarettes exuding.

He has been taking the new inhibitor for more than a week, and his body is soaked in Nezha's pheromone from the inside out. No matter where he goes, he can attract envious or ambiguous eyes. This little fool is still kept in the dark , thinking that it was because I stayed with Nezha for a long time that I got his smell, and sometimes I would secretly blush when I smelled the tobacco smell on my body, grabbed the third young master's hand and shook it left and right, and asked me in a low voice if I would smell it. It sounds strange.

When he said this, he didn't dare to stare at Nezha, his blue pupils glanced down awkwardly, his chubby face was flushed, with the light sweetness of toffee and the strong tobacco aroma, alluring Nezha Zha wanted to kneel down for him, grab someone and hug and kiss him, wishing he could rub blood and flesh into his body.

He stared at the person and giggled, but the child was already blushing extremely. He had already finished writing the paper, and even checked it over and over several times. In fact, he was able to hand in the paper and leave.It's just that he really enjoys the feeling of being looked at by the smiling eyes of his sweetheart. Nezha's fiery eyes make him feel crisp from his fingertips to his cochlea. There is a thought in his heart that dances with his heart. He really wants to be looked at like this forever with.But in this examination room, except for him, none of them wrote the papers, and Nezha's actions were too obvious and exaggerated without concealment. After more than an hour, almost the whole examination room looked at them, even Jiang Liuer, the invigilator on the podium, stared at them. with a smile.

Xiaotanggao has a thin skin, and Nezha alone can embarrass him, not to mention so many eyes together—so he packed up the pencil case indiscriminately, picked up the paper and handed it to Jiang Liuer, like burning his tail Out of the classroom.

The only bright spot in the audience was offline. Nezha pouted, picked up a pen and prepared to write a blank paper. If you leave early, you can go to the cafeteria to buy food first. The crystal shrimp cakes his children want to eat are not so easy to buy.

A note suddenly fell on the table.

With his hands behind his back, Jiang Liu'er took Xin'er with him as if nothing had happened, and went straight to Monkey King to check his paper.

Nezha couldn't help giving the Chinese teacher a thumbs up, and opened the note:

After finishing the selection and recitation of ancient poems, I will pinch it for you at noon.

Li Xiaoba suddenly felt the blood rushing down...the top of his head, quickly filled out the answer sheet, picked up his schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom.

"Are you Ao Bing?" The courier boy in the yellow hat looked up and down the boy in front of him, and after confirming that he was in the same photo as the consignee, he handed over the box containing the inhibitor, "Sign here."

Ao Bing wrote his name and handed the list to him, politely nodded his thanks, took the box and turned to leave.

The courier suddenly said without thinking, why do you have to take medicine.

The child paused and didn't look back: "It has nothing to do with you."

After speaking, he walked away quickly, as if he was afraid of being caught up.

The courier boy looked at his back and sighed when he almost fled, and took out his mobile phone to make a call after he disappeared completely:

"Brother, I've been caught." He changed his conscientious little courier appearance just now, walked to the side of the car in a few neat steps, and looked coldly at the fainted person in the car through the window: "It's almost too late." Don't tell me, the little brother and sister are so cute, Zha'er is lucky."

Ao Bing was woken up by the wet feeling on his neck.

Siesta always prolongs drowsiness without limit, and the child's head is still a little confused, feeling as if he is soaked in a cup of marshmallow hot chocolate, the whole person is sticky and soft, sweet and steaming.Shui Lan Tongren turned around in the room, he couldn't help but yawned again, he hugged his waist and put his hands on his cheeks to rub gently.

Wait, hand? !

Ao Bing sat up straight with a little dragon, and was startled to realize that he was sleeping in Nezha's arms.The dazed brain finally started to work, and gradually remembered that he accompanied Nezha to review the mathematical formulas at noon. He was supposed to keep an eye on the school bully not to be lazy, but Nezha pretended to let him sit in his arms, and he became dazed as soon as he sat. fell asleep.

Nezha just... just hugged me and slept all afternoon?

Her face was flushed red from the steam, and Xiao TangGao couldn't help but want to bury herself in the quilt, but her eyes kept aiming at Nezha.

Alpha was not wearing pajamas, and his muscular upper body rose and fell with his breathing. Perhaps he was disturbed by this set of movements, his two sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and his red pupils opened a slit, seeing him sitting on the bed in a daze He also stood up, pulled the person into his arms with both arms, buried his chin into the child's neck, and rubbed against the child with nostalgia: "Sleep?"

His voice was already low, but now it was mixed with a hoarse voice that had just woken up, making it extremely sexy.Ao Bing suddenly felt his cochlea go numb, and Nezha was still sniffing in his neck, but he didn't know what kind of delicacies he smelled, so he sighed quite comfortably, the strong smell of tobacco penetrated his nostrils, and his waist and eyes were crisp. , the whole person is soft into a milk ball, limp in the person's arms and does not move, the small voice is pitiful: "I won't sleep..."

A low laugh came out of my ear, and then a big hand came in from the hem of the loose pajamas and stuck to the slightly trembling waist: "Bingbing, call me brother."

That hand nimbly moved in circles and kneaded that place. The child gasped in surprise, and his waist involuntarily moved forward. Sun Wukong happened to turn over on the opposite bed. And hurriedly begged: "Don't, don't..."

How could Nezha go along with him in this kind of thing, seeing this pitiful little appearance made it worse, his right hand grabbed his waistband in his arms, his left hand went around the front and went up all the way, the palm of his hand pressed down and thumped chest: "Call me brother."

No, no, it's not the heart, it's...

His waist was so tight that he couldn't use his strength, the sensitive thing in front of him was pressed and lightly pressed, and a mist quickly appeared in front of his eyes, and the little hand was hanging weakly on the evil wrist, which seemed to be leading him along make fun of yourself.

Nezha narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned down and kissed the child's fragrant nape——

"Brother!" His pupils tightened suddenly, and Ao Bing cried out in a low voice: "Brother, brother..."

It was his forbidden area, and when he was kissed, his fear even overwhelmed his excitement. He couldn't stop crying, feeling the heat leave but feeling a little bit lost. For a moment, he even thought that if Nezha would bite him like this, then It doesn't matter if the identity is exposed and thrown away.

At least you tagged me briefly once.

He sucked his nose and shed tears silently, and he didn't even respond to being hugged and coaxed by Nezha.It wasn't until there was a kiss on the corner of his eyes that he regained his senses in a trance, and looked up at the person in front of him with his eyes open.

"Hey, would you like to be kissed by me?" He heard Nezha say this.

The child lowered his eyelids: "...willing."

Nezha squeezed his chin and made him look at himself: "Baibing, I hope you have your own ideas, instead of just making compromises. If you just want to accommodate me, then everything about me will become a burden to you , one day you will not be able to bear to leave me. I don't want to do this."

No... accommodating?

Ao Bing stared at those red eyes in a daze. What he had been taught since he was a child was to be patient. His father had to be patient when he was bullied, and he had to be patient when he had nothing to eat, because they had nothing. If he fought back, he would cause even bigger troubles. .

This is the first time someone asked him if he would like it, if he liked it.

"I..." He bit his lips and closed his eyes: "I don't like you kissing my neck..."

The sound was as soft as snow, falling lightly on Nezha's heart, but it made him shiver.

"Good boy," the third young master inexplicably felt his eye sockets sore, he lowered his head and lightly pecked his puffy cheek, "I will tell you in the future."

——TBC.

Nezha: It's useless if you say you don't like it in the future.This place is going to be pro/swollen.

Emperor Tian: Why do I feel that I can't be cleansed?

Mu Zha: Upstairs, I came with a gun??