The body is warm and coaxing, and the clothes are rubbed against the skin.

"Don't make a fuss." The voice was hoarse and tired.

"Luo Zhizhou?"

I didn't hear a sound for a long time, Su Duyan opened his eyes vaguely, and when he touched his hand, it was already cold around him.

Dead boy, becoming the company's brand spokesperson is equivalent to selling yourself......

Oh, is he really old? was actually deceived by Luo Zhizhou.

With a restrained look, the moment he looked down, he saw that he was wearing a white shirt.

Slowly sat up and lifted the hem of the shirt to take a look, but it was okay, Nene was still there.

woc！ Didn't that kid see himself!

I've changed my clothes, and I'm pretty fresh......

Hey, the old uncle's ears are crimson, and he is carrying a small quilt and trousers everywhere.

Heaven will destroy him!

Is this kid going to let himself run around bare-assed!

There is sticky wetness between the noses, and the head is dizzy.

The pupils flashed in panic, and Su Duyan immediately covered his nose.

Blood stained the white fingers.

Jumped out of bed and ran to the private bathroom to wash.

Really, I can't hold it anymore.

Blood slid down the white washbasin with clean water.

Su Duyan was stunned, looked up at himself in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth were as white as a ghost.

Mo Yiyu, the ghost plot of God and Horse! Can't we just let him stay in every plane!

"What, being fascinated by yourself?"

Luo Zhizhou gently hugged the person in front of the mirror from behind.

Su Duyan's body paused, and his pupils began to come back to his senses.

When did he come in?

Reaching out and pinching that cheek, pretending to be relaxed and indignant, "I'm not as narcissistic as you." ”

turned around and removed the head on his shoulder, and looked at Luo Zhizhou in a daze.

"Crazy Luo Zhizhou, you just let me wear this?"

Pointing to the white shirt just past the place on his body, the two white thighs can be exposed to the air alive!

Fortunately, the nosebleed has cleared up.

"Beautiful."

The room was well heated.

Luo Zhizhou held the wrist, grabbed Su Duyan's waist, lifted it up, and sat the person in front of him on the sink.

"Hey, cold."

Su Duyan put his hands into Luo Zhizhou's pockets, and the back of Luo Zhizhou's hands was cushioned under his buttocks, feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't ...... Don't look at it. ”

Dry hair stared at his legs, leaning forward to press against Luo Zhizhou's neck.

"Have you ever heard of the New Year?"

Luo Zhizhou pulled out a hand and pinched the earlobe with the right strength.

Instead, he stroked the slender straight legs.

He really didn't realize that a boy's legs were so good-looking.

Su Duyan's face flushed, and her ears flushed crimson, "Are you...... Stallions? ”

Holding the hand that touched the root of the thigh shyly, how could it be for three days...... And there is no moderation!

"Will you give me grass then?"

The old face is red, and I have learned the local love words, right?

"Get out."

Pushing Luo Zhizhou away, Su Duyan ran back to bed in slippers.

"Shoot the cover later, do you want to go with me?"

Luo Zhizhou was not annoyed, followed the person out, straightened the slippers, and then pulled down the futon.

"Sell your body, I'm sleepy, you know, remember to close the door before going out."

After speaking, he pulled the small quilt well.

Seeing that the head was covered again, Luo Zhizhou pursed his lips.

Cover the little jio who is exposed, "Something hot for you to eat outside, remember to eat when you get up, huh?" ”

"Got it, you go."

Su Duan's voice was full of tiredness. Luo Zhizhou tucked the quilt before turning to leave.

The person in the futon was weak and breathed slowly.

Hearing the sound of the door, he pulled down the quilt violently.

The blood between his noses stained the bed, staining the snow-white sheet red.

The voice of the exit was weak, "What kind of plot is this......"

Fingers wiped with the tissue, staining red one by one......

He got out of bed with his legs trembling, but fell to the ground weakly.

Are you going to die...... He didn't want to die, he couldn't die......

His fingers weakly propped up the edge of the bed, and he slowly got up, and his snow-white shirt was stained with blood, which was very bewitching.