Leng Xiaotai didn't expect Lanche to lose such a big temper.

He just took the gift box for Lanche at the end of his birthday party, and the gift box was just a palace lace mushroom print Lolita oversized princess dress.

Lanche refused when he saw the gift box on the bed. Curious to see what rare things I could give, he picked up the lid of the box in a fit of rage, looked at it fixedly, and raised his hand to skim the gift box out.

"Cold Kodai!! Don't collect garbage at home in the future!! ”

Leng Xiaotai rolled down from the chair with a grunt, he was sitting in the study and playing League of Legends with Wang Jiang, he didn't expect such a big noise in the bedroom, "Brother Jiang, you resist!" General Wang sent an ok, Leng Xiaotai threw the mouse, and even the slippers only stepped on one and rushed to the bedroom, "What's wrong Lan Shen?!" ”

Lanche untied his tie and ignored it.

Leng Xiaotai picked up the skirt on the ground and hated the enemy, "Damn!!" How can I do this!! ”

Lanche dropped his tie onto the bed and nodded.

Leng Xiaotai: "Obviously, the 'retro contrasting design, exaggerated national pattern' is more celebrity, why doesn't he give it away!" ”

Leng Xiaotai flew out the door.

Leng Xiaotai was depressed. He knocked on the door, kissed him, and pouted his little ass, but Lanche just had a cold face, and it was not good to coax. He squatted on the balcony and digged the soil, one shovel, two shovels, and sighed, 'Lanche is so tall, so white, and his legs are so long, if you can catch a glimpse of him wearing a small skirt and being a in this life, it will be worth it, the most!' Heavy! Want! Target! Be! Obviously, the 'retro contrasting design, exaggerated ethnic pattern' is more celebrity-like, why didn't I send it! ’

Hey, I'm so angry.

Leng Xiaotai threw away his shovel and looked at the flowers and plants on the balcony gloomily, his eyes focused on a red flower that was about to fall, and suddenly had a new idea.

Lanche sat on the couch in the living room, holding a book on page 276 - "How to Be an Open-minded Man". In the afterglow, a person sneakily crawled behind the wall, waited for a few seconds, and suddenly jumped out, "Lan God!" ”

Lanche ignored it.

"Lan Lan, look at me!!"

The little man suddenly picked up two small arms and shook them with his teeth and claws. Lanche finally turned around and saw Leng Xiaotai shaking his head and cramping his bones, with a small red flower on the top of his head.

Lanche was stunned.

Leng Xiaotai saw that Lan Che didn't react, and threw his arms hard, "Look at the flowers on my head!" ”

"......" Lan Che patted his leg expressionlessly, Leng Xiaotai understood, and obediently ran over to sit on Lan Che's lap. Lanche buried himself in Leng Xiaotai's chest and took a heavy breath, and stopped talking. - 'Oh my God, how did I pick up such a living treasure?' ’

The cold saint will be flirtatious and coaxing, and he is unusually patient with his partner, and Lanche is really right. He lifted the hem of Leng Xiaotai's clothes, slid his hand on his smooth back, bit his lips and tongue, and bit the button on Leng Xiaotai's neckline. Moist lips kissed on the side of his neck, Leng Xiaotai quietly waited for Lanche to kiss his chin, kissed the corner of his lips, and then suddenly grabbed Lanche's shoulders and pressed the person back on the sofa, and his lips and tongue followed.

Lanche enjoyed Leng Xiaotai's active kiss, his slender fingers kneading the tight buttocks, and his ten fingers were forceful, as if he was simulating something to press down on the hips of the person in his arms and hit him in his crotch. This move was full of hints, and Leng Xiaotai slowed down his breath and sucked on Lanche's lips for two more sips before leaving.

He stared at Lanche with watery eyes, shook his little head from side to side, and muttered, "Don't be angry, look at the flowers on my head." ”

Lanche grabbed Leng Xiaotai's hand and kissed it on the lips, I really don't know how to like this person more.

"Where did the flowers come from?"

"Balcony, I think he's dying."

Lanche took off the rubber band of Leng Xiaotai and removed the red flower, "It will bloom again." ”

Leng Xiaotai watched Lan Che carefully insert the wilted flower branch into the water bottle on the coffee table, and suddenly felt familiar, "Is this the new pot friend you mentioned in the live broadcast?" ”

The flowers were picked on the set that day, and Lanche collected them in pots and took them with him, which was indeed mentioned in a live broadcast.

"You haven't told me his name yet." Leng Xiaotai asked.

"It's called Moss." Lanche replied.

"Huh?" Leng Xiaotai was stunned, "I thought it was called Xiaohua." ”

"No." Lanche shook his head.

"Then why isn't it called Xiaohong?" Leng Xiaotai didn't understand how he had the same name as Hua.

Lanche pointed to another pot of red moon season on the windowsill, "That pot is called Little Red." ”

Leng Xiaotai held his forehead, with Lanche's ability to name himself, he couldn't get up anything else except the little red flower, he decided to struggle, "If you don't call it a five-petal flower..."

"It's called Moss." Lanche hit Leng Xiaotai's stomach with his forehead, emphasizing.

The legs of Leng Xiaotai are crispy, and Lanche's coquettishness is especially useful to him. Lanche lowered his head, tightened his arm wrapped around Leng Xiaotai's waist, and sighed. When he picked back that flower, it was the stranding period between him and Leng Xiaotai after a ridiculous night in the birdcage of the Min Mansion, and he thought that his fruitless love would end so embarrassingly, but he didn't expect that one day he would be able to hold him like now.

"Should I have gone to you sooner?" ——When you endured those slanders and slanders, when you met Li Yuan, when you were helpless in your childhood, when you were bullied by the Min family, and even, as early as the beginning of the universe...

Leng Xiaotai hugged Lanche's head and sniffed the plant fragrance on the tips of his hair. They all know that with Leng Xiaotai's stubborn character, the best time is when the two of them look at each other in the Dongtang Auditorium, holding hands under the pool, and holding hands in Leng Xiaotai. When I was tired after carrying a lifetime of setbacks alone, I became the name that could be shouted in the sentence 'Help me'.

Leng Xiaotai looked out the window distractedly, and dropped a kiss on the tip of his hair, "You came just in time." ”

......

The rabbit in front of Kiwii's door died.

Strange to say, there are always wild dogs and wild cats wandering outside the door, and Kiwii's house is located in the middle of nowhere, but it is often frequented by a white-haired rabbit.

The rabbit is not a hare, and it looks less than a month. Kiwii loves the white rabbit and often squats in the yard to watch it. He prepares food and water for it, wakes up in the early hours of the morning in the night rain, and squats under the eaves with an umbrella with the rabbit.

But it didn't survive a month before it died.

"Why don't you take it home? Take it..."

Xiang Chuxi couldn't figure out why Kiwii didn't adopt this rabbit since he liked it, but it was just a barrier of a door, and when he got to Kiwii, he didn't know what he was doing.

Kiwii squatted on the ground, gently arranging the messy and muddy fur of the dead rabbit, "Not all beings are born lucky, and it is difficult for them to meet the open door if they are unlucky, even if they are humble, they survive, and survive in the muddy and rainy night, it is also their way of living." Luckily... They also have the right to die. ”

......

Leng Xiaotai left a long kiss, flipped off Lanche, and fell onto the soft cotton cushion on the sofa, "Then why did you raise 'me' to death?" ”

Lanche looked at the wilted scarlet flowers in the water bottle and smiled, "You're always angry with me, I'm so angry that I don't want to water 'you' anymore." ”

"Do you really think 'it' is me? What are you fighting with a flower! Leng Xiaotai sneered and kicked Lanche, "Besides, why am I angry with you?" ”

Lanche scooped Leng Xiaotai hanging on the edge of the sofa into his arms, rubbing the tip of his nose against Leng Xiaotai's nose but not kissing it, "Don't play with me in the future." ”

"Why, it's good that I'm good..."Seeing Lan Che's gloomy face, Leng Xiaotai immediately changed his words, "Cough, well, then you have to promise me a condition!" ”

"On what terms?"

Leng Xiaotai raised his eyebrows, glanced at the princess dress scattered on the carpet, and raised his chin, "Show me that dress!" ”

“......”

Just when Leng Xiaotai was holding the victory, Lanche hugged the heavy little man in his arms and laughed proudly, "Okay~"

"Me! Huh! Lanche, what are you going to do?! ”

Lanche rudely pressed the cold table against the carpet, "you." ”

He pressed Leng Xiaotai's lower back, ripped off his baggy plus-size sweatshirt, grabbed the skirt on the side and began to put it on Leng Xiaotai's head.

"I'm not wearing it, I'm going to see you wear it!" Leng Xiaotai shook his head and struggled to express his dissatisfaction. In terms of force, Lanche may not be able to hold him down, but Lanche has figured out his weakness, and the itchy flesh on his side waist is so weak that Leng Xiaotai's waist is weak, so he can only let Lanche fiddle around, and finally his pajama pants are also torn.

Lanche pinched Leng Xiaotai's thin neck and carried the person to the study, there was a tall dressing mirror in the study, Leng Xiaotai's wrist was held in Lanche's hand with his backhand, the slightly larger skirt hung on his shoulder, Lanche lifted the skirt and touched it from the smooth inner thigh, and attached it to Leng Xiaotai's ear, "Is it good-looking?" ”

"What doesn't look good in what Lao Tzu wears!" Leng Xiaotai was angry, and a finger pressed on him, "Uh-huh..."

"Where's the flower on your head?" Lanche sniffed at Leng Xiaotai's sideburns, his voice low and charming. The wrapped fingers pressed lightly and slowly, steadily and accurately, Leng Xiaotai no longer struggled, his forehead against the cold mirror, and his breathing became messy. Lan Che let go of Leng Xiaotai's hands, and instead stroked Leng Xiaotai's neck, chest, waist and abdomen, and finally held the wet place between his legs. The fluffy skirt was tucked around the waist, the two slender thighs stretched the lines of the muscles, the white cloudy liquid slid down to the ankles, and a few drops splashed on the mirror, which was Leng Xiaotai's. Lanche kissed Leng Xiaotai's neck, "Take a good look at yourself." ”

"Huh?" Leng Xiaotai was lying on the mirror, and Leng Xiaotai, who had not yet recovered from the aftertaste of the release, was forced to raise his head by Lanche's chin pinching, and the soreness of the foreign body hit his nerves.

"Ahh

The dressing mirror shook violently, and on the other side, the king who provoked the girder would kill in the game. He listened to the comrades-in-arms who forgot to close the wheat fighting on the other side of the computer, and silently banned Leng Xiaotai's YY.

......

When did Xiang Chuxi first meet Kiwii?

Rainy day, muddy alley, nineteen years old.

No.

They had a few encounters before, in the ancestral hall of the Min family. Later, when he heard that the Min family's clan was wiped out, Xiang Chuxi thought that the child was also dead, so he calmly turned the gin and tonic in the cup and said regretfully, "The Min family's dim sum can't be eaten." ”

- It's a pity, that guy is very beautiful.

That day, after attending his mother's funeral, Xiang Chuxi had just bought a box of his favorite pastries at a well-known time-honored bakery in the city. He was still wearing a black suit, carrying a black umbrella, and holding a snack box, and the damn rain was wetting his trouser legs, making him feel very uncomfortable. The bakery was in a deep alley, and the alley was crooked and narrow, so he parked the car at the mouth of the alley.

A tiled house not far away is a small restaurant with a not very clean storefront, three or five raunchy middle-aged men gathered around a table, ordered a few small stir-fries, and brought two bottles of beer, and the proprietress took a fly swatter to pick up the flies that could not be driven away, and turned on the lamp in the corner.

Smack, the room lit up.

Xiang Chuxi withdrew his gaze to look at the small restaurant, and then realized that it was getting dark. He was bent on getting into the car as soon as possible, and out of the rain, so he took a shortcut and stepped into the muddy path with high walls. On the trail were the two greasy and black trash cans in the back kitchen of the restaurant, very large, almost half a person high, Xiang Chuxi walked with his head down, and heard an unusual sound gradually coming from the depths of the path.

It was the sound of wheezing in the rain, the sometimes heavy and sometimes light* collisions, the vulgar coughing of phlegm, and a few painful moans. Recite. He finally looked up and made out four men in the dim light. There are two fires in the dark alley, and two smoking men are leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in one hand and putting it in the other. Get something. Then there was a bald man who was doing a savage job of pressing a thin, long-haired teenager to the lid of a garbage can.

The trash can was shaken so creaking that the few people who were focused didn't notice the approach of the fifth. Xiang Chuxi was dressed in black, and he was standing at the darkest corner of the alley, those people probably didn't expect someone to come from that dirty narrow road.

But Xiang Chuxi knew that someone had noticed him.

A smoking man in faded liberation shoes took a hard sip of his cigarette butt, threw it away, stepped forward and grabbed the young man's long hair, took out his dick and stabbed it up. Xiang Chuxi grinned, the man was unkempt, and Xiang Chuxi seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell of his thing. The young man couldn't resist the people who were oppressing him behind him, so he had to push the "fishy smell" of the 'liberation shoes' powerlessly. After a few strokes, the boy was suffocated, and the 'Liberation Shoes' finally released him mercifully, allowing the friend who was working hard behind him to cooperate in setting him up.

The boy was picked up by the 'liberation shoes', Xiang Chuxi finally saw the face clearly, and the boy also found him. There was not the slightest message of surprise, shame, or distress in the boy's eyes. Those godless eyes were not the teenager letting his consciousness drift, but calm and indifferent. The two of them were accompanied by severe pain, and Xiang Chuxi saw the young man's frowning in pain, but he didn't feel that the person was in pain. Just as quiet as he was every time he saw this teenager.

The bald head was the first to withdraw, panting and beckoning to another little man who was smoking, the little man looked even thinner than the young man, and being spoiled by such a man made Xiang Chuxi, who was watching, doubly disgusted. The little man padded his feet, and the boy accelerated and arched a few times, like a mad dog, and stopped with a low moan from the boy in the arms of the man holding him.

"Up?"

"Pee."

"You're disgusting."

The 'Liberation Shoes' threw the boy away, and the boy's legs were covered with traces of urine, as well as two contusions, and he was already trembling and unsteady. He hit the dumpster, no one looked at it, and the rude three men cursed and walked out of the alley at the other end, fastening their belts as they went.

"Ahem... Spit. The bald head spat at the base of the wall and glanced back, "No one will see this place, will it?" ”

"Nobody came, didn't no one see it?"

The conversation between the three men became farther and farther away, and they didn't notice Xiang Chuxi's existence from beginning to end, because they all drank a lot of wine, because the light was too dim, and because Xiang Chuxi always just watched silently, not leaving, and not stepping forward.

It's not a deal, it's not a pleasure, it's one-sided. For Xiang Chuxi, it was not difficult to stop it, but he chose to remain silent because he was used to watching from the sidelines.

It's also because the young man obviously enjoys it.

The first thing the young man said to Xiang Chuxi was, "Are you holding a snack?" Can I eat it? ”

The boy had low blood sugar and sat on the ground with black eyes Xiang Chuxi squatted in front of him and stood the umbrella on the side fortunately the rain was not heavy he put the snack box under the umbrella and opened the lid of the box. The boy's hands were rubbed with mud, and perhaps the blackened oil from the garbage can. Xiang Chuxi couldn't stand it, so he took out a handkerchief and wiped the young man's hands. But the young man was really hungry, he couldn't wait, so he simply grabbed Xiang Chuxi's hand to grab the snack, and gobbled it up with Xiang Chuxi's hand.

Xiang Chuxi looked at the 'little animal' buried in the palm of his hand and swallowed the cake crumbs, and blurted out, "You are so interesting." ”

After a pause, Xiang Chuxi said again, "Do you have a wish?" ”

The boy swallowed his snack dryly, raised his head, and his eyes were a dead gray, "I want to die." ”

Xiang Chuxi smiled, and wiped the crumbs from the corner of the young man's mouth with his thumb, "I'll help you." 166 Reading Network