Chapter 22: The Idol of the Year (22)

A hairy head kept rubbing in the socket of his neck, and Como raised his hand to hold him down, and asked, "What do you want?" ”

Yue Chen, who was not very sober, thought about it quietly, and said with a low smile: "You kiss me." ”

It's really drunk.

Como moved him to the bed and said calmly, "Change another." ”

The request was rejected, Yue Chen twisted his eyebrows aggrievedly, and then said: "Then you help me take a bath......"

Ke Mo looked at the young man sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at him obediently, and raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yue Chen's beautiful thin lips close one by one: "Help me, there is a terrible smell on my body." ”

Deceitful.

It's obviously a faint aroma of wine.

But Yue Chen's coquettishness was unbearable, Ke Mo pressed his forehead, thought for a long time, and finally sighed: "Okay, then you cooperate with me." ”

"Okay." Yue Chen was satisfied, and Lingming's charming phoenix eyes bent into cute smiling eyes.

The pretty young man's white hand wrapped around him, and his burning breath came closer, and Como uncomfortably pinned his head and helped the man into the bathroom.

Yue Chen was arranged to undress himself while Como put water in the bathtub to test the temperature.

After a while, he said lightly: "Okay." Come here. But he didn't hear Yue Chen's answer for a long time.

Commo couldn't help but look up, and then saw him leaning against the door, slowly understanding the buckle of the belt.

The knobly jointed fingers, which used to play freely on the black and white piano, are now unhurriedly unfastening the slender belt.

The snow-colored buttons of the white shirt on the upper body were all unbuttoned and torn out, scattered and a little messy and beautiful, and Ke Mo was stunned and held his breath.

In the recently released book,There's a series of protagonist attributes that seem to be tempting.。

β€”β€”The appearance is stunning, the figure is overwhelming, and he tempts another straight male protagonist all the time, intentionally or unintentionally, until he successfully turns people into his bed, and even takes the initiative to be too ...... in bed

Thinking of the plot he loved to watch, Ke Mo's indifferent shell couldn't be maintained, and he unconsciously started to heat up.

"Commo, I can't untie ......"

Just as he was uncontrollably falling into discordant memories, Yue Chen's unhappy soft voice suddenly came, waking up Commo.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he pursed his lips and walked over, reaching out to untie his belt.

But Leng Buding took advantage of his height, raised his hand and touched the Adam's apple, and his delicate fingertips gently brushed his inconspicuous bulge.

Ke Mo's hand shook and said tensibly, "Settle down." ”

"Oh." Hearing this, Yue Chen reluctantly withdrew his hand, and after he finished distancing himself, he said coquettishly, "Kemo, I'm hungry and want to eat." ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Wait. ”

After washing his hair, he put him in a bathtub full of snow-white foam, and watered him quietly and relentlessly.

The man with facial paralysis, who was usually indifferent, now sat by the bathtub with his sleeves rolled up, his long legs bent, leaning over to wash him.

Ke Mo, who didn't squint, didn't pay attention to Yue Chen, who should have been drunk and dazed, and licked his red lips slightly at the corner of his lips.

Finally finishing the upper body, Ke Mo returned the towel to Yue Chen, "For the rest, come by yourself." After speaking, he couldn't get up, who knew that he would be pulled by Yue Chen.

β€œοΌŸβ€

"Where are you going......?"

Hearing this, Ke Mo glanced at his soaked self, and replied lightly, "Take a bath." ”

Yue Chen's low voice said "oh", and he was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he had to let him go.

The bathroom door closed again, Yue Chen lay in the bathtub, looking up at his fingers that kept dripping water on the side, the water was sparkling, he seemed to be smiling, and muttered: "It's so difficult." ”