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But it didn't work. The bathroom door opened quickly, and a wet, young man swayed out very happily, rummaging through the various packages he had packed himself.

The eyes of the man watching him darkened.

Moments later, Feng Ting took a step toward Wen Qiuxing, covering the back of Wen Qiuxing's water mark from behind.

...

It was difficult to pack up the package, and it was messed up because of this unpredictable dogfight.

It can be said to be ridiculous, both decadent and crazy.

Wen Qiuxing was a lazy man, and it was impossible for him to clean up the mess. He pulled out a suit from the package feebly, and slowly put on himself.

Then I lay down responsibly and went to take a bath after half an hour.

During this period, the court picked up their messy packages again, and there was a clearly visible nightmare all over him.

The anxiety that often invaded him seemed to be suppressed by the short joy.

"What else do you need to buy?" The court's voice had its own imperceptible pleasing.

Let Wen Qiuxing feel that he had just served a big boss just now, but he didn't have extra sensitivity: "Ah? I don't know, I will talk about it later."

He was tired now, his mind blank.

"Well." Feng Ting leaned on the seat beside him.

In the bottom of my heart, I recall the enthusiasm of the other party...

A moving plan that was expected to be completed during the day was delayed until late in the evening due to a joyous evening.

Fortunately, Wen Qiuxing didn't have many things. He didn't want to take away the things left by the original owner.

The staff who served them late at night told the two men angrily: "Please pay attention to the time next time, we will stop delivery at ten o'clock in the evening."

"Sorry." Wen Qiuxing said, giving them some tips.

There are few tips for tipping in civilian areas, and the two staff members who accidentally received tips have only begun to move furniture with satisfaction.

The young man who had been tired for a day sat on the newly moved sofa and lay down.

After seeing the environment around each window, Feng Ting confirmed that it was the same as what he saw on the Internet.

By the way, place an order online, let people come to install better anti-theft windows tomorrow.

"Mr. Will, look at what else is wrong?" the staff asked.

"No, thank you." Feng Ting confirmed the list, sent the staff away, and closed the door.

Their movement made Wen Qiuxing open his eyes: "Will, are you hungry?"

Feng Ting heard this and walked in front of him, his eyes deep and terrifying: "What do you want to eat?"

The wild boy heard two words from his classmate: "Hot pot."

"Huh?" Mr. Alien tilted his head.

"Forget it." Wen Qiuxing remembered that this is outer space: "You can order it, you can eat it."

Although saying so, the court is very clear that if the order is not good, Qiu Xing will be soaring.

"Wait for half an hour." After ordering the meal, Feng Ting sat on Wen Qiu's head.

"Can I kiss your lips?" he asked softly, glancing at his little partner's stinky face.

Wen Qiuxing was depressed because he couldn’t eat hot pot. Wen Yan was surprised to raise an eyebrow: “No.”

It’s not a pair of kisses, but a kiss.

This answer is expected.

"Sorry, it's my abruptness." Feng Ting apologized to the youth.

This is funny.

Wen Qiuxing suddenly felt that this situation was really... **** ridiculous.

He was inherently stubborn and stubborn, but he didn't want to make a tragic appearance forced by the system.

But if everything is his willingness, it is another matter.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Wen Qiuxing sat up from the sofa and plucked a mess of hair: "That's not good, but I can kiss you."

He looked down at the unexpectedly man.

"..." Feng Ting was taken aback by surprise.

At this moment, Wen Qiuxing leaned over, holding the Feng Ting's handsome face and driving straight into it, instantly contacting the other party at a negative distance.

After three or two rounds, he muttered that the kiss was like this.

It's wet and sticky.

It's not as wonderful as it is rumored.

After the emperor fell into a short period of consternation, the anti-guests were predominantly devoted to it, but they were pushed away by Wen Qiuxing with a warning: "You fouled, Will."

"..." Feng Ting let go with all his eyes, letting the person who was still hot. The kisser pushed him away: "Sorry."

"That doesn't matter." He actually didn't mind.

"I promise, I won't foul this time." After a moment, Feng Ting spread his hands to both sides and leaned back.

The messy white shirt, his neckline widened by his move.

It has to be said that this look has a blushing visual impact under the lights.

"Pooh, are you kidding, Will?" Wen Qiuxing said, "I'm not interested in stirring in your mouth."

"Really?" Feng Ting still kept Ren Jun's posture. Looking at Wen Qiuxing, he knew that everyone said he had a look that no one could refuse.

Although it has been modified, it is not bad.

"Really." Wen Qiuxing said.

"That's a shame." Feng Ting stayed for a moment, and somehow lost his intentionally opened neckline.

Wen Qiuxing covered up the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t control by drinking water, "Cough..."

Because he could see that Will was seriously asking for a kiss.

You know, Will in his eyes is a very dignified and conservative man in his bones, especially not good at making false ones.

This may be the rare and precious aspect of the aliens, which is strangely cute.

Soon, the take-out brother brought the food up.

In view of today's homework has been handed in advance, Wen Qiuxing intends to go to bed early after eating.

But when he walked into the bedroom, he suddenly thought, if conditions permit, why did he squeeze with Will guy?

"..." But Wen Qiuxing thought about it, and was not as disgusted as expected.

In fact, Will's sleep is very good. When thinking about this, Wen Qiuxing raised his eyebrows in surprise. He remembered many of Will's words and deeds, which were full of nobility.

But he would not gossip.

Feng Ting sat in the living room for a long while, and he started to tidy up the tabletop, and by the way, put the garbage left before to the trash can in the stairwell.

These trivial things in life are as meticulous as state affairs in his hands.

But in fact, he does not care about national affairs at all.

The cronies and cabinet ministers around the king in the city know that their king will disappear for some time every fall.

No one knows where the king went.

What have you done.

Only the tyrant knows that in the full three months of autumn, his main consciousness fell asleep and his body was encroached on by the deputy personality.

The cold king, who has lost his seven passions and desires, is trying to kill his deputy personality.

Before the court, there was no reason to exist. After all, he was not interested in controlling the planet, and he did not like to use a knife and a gun to expand his territory.

Since he was conscious, he has been living outside with a false identity because he does not want to be the shadow of others.

Although the king is the court and the court is the king, it is different.

As I said before, he is not obsessed with existence, but now there seems to be a little accident.

Just when the court was about to give up the tyrant who realized consciousness, a little cutie caught him off guard.

If there is no accident... In the near future, there will be a little cute.

"..."

The handsome man who tidied up the living room stood in front of the closed bedroom and knocked on the door gentlemanly.

"Come in." There was a disgusting voice from the youth.

Feng Ting gently pushed the door in and swept his eyes over Wen Qiuxing, who was obviously surfing the internet on the bed, and said, "I'll take a shower first."

Wen Qiuxing said, "You are free."

He didn't look at him.

Because he is watching a movie, the hero and heroine are playing well.

"Tumbling." Both are fake.

How does it feel to kiss, he is not inexperienced.

However, the expressions of the male and female protagonists look comfortable and dead, with a certain degree of deception and inflammatory.

Wen Qiuxing wondered if he had kissed Will just wrong.

"What are you looking at?" Unconsciously, Feng Ting had finished his bath, got into the quilt, hugged the young man watching the movie from behind, and his thin lips stayed behind the other's ear.

"Success. People." Wen Qiuxing replied.

"..." The court was stunned.

"The kind of men and women." I don't know what kind of mentality, Wen Qiuxing showed the hidden light screen, and the full white flowers immediately attacked the sight of the court.

He closed the window quickly, his chest and chest were slightly heavier, and his face was a little worse.

Wen Qiuxing no matter how thick he is, he knows that he offended the other party and accuses him: "Sorry."

Actually... he also felt very strange.

There is no lack of this thing, in fact, there is nothing beautiful.

But he tried to prove something guilty, pretending to be interested.

"Hey, go to sleep." Wen Qiuxing scratched his hair.

Did not notice that his entire back was stuck to the court.

"Do you like girls?" Feng Ting's voice came from behind his ears, hot air sprayed on the tip of his ears.

"Nonsense." Wen Qiuxing rubbed his ears, only to find Will so close to himself.

"But you don't hate me." Feng Ting was not sure.

"Well." Wen Qiuxing generously admitted.

Feng Ting hooked the corner of his mouth, and there was a warm ocean flowing in his blue eyes.

"Hand in homework?" This is the vocabulary he learned from Wen Qiuxingkou.

"Make your sister." Wen Qiuxing rolled his eyes.

"I don't have a sister." Feng Ting said: "But there is a sister who has been married for many years."

"..." Brother is so lonely.

"How about you?"

"...I'm the only one." Wen Qiuxing rolled his mouth, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

The court seemed to perceive something, but did not continue to ask.

Wen, who for the first time in several days tried to fall asleep naturally, was anxious and did not fall asleep.

Feng Ting's five senses are sharp and different from ordinary people: "What's wrong?"

The appeasement question rang gently in the darkness.

"It's okay." Yo Mo was a little irritable.

"How about the injury on your shoulder?" Wen Qiuxing asked, anyway.

"Okay." Feng Ting said.

"It's so fast?" Wen Qiuwun didn't believe it, turned on the light, and just pulled off the clothes of others to see: "Yo, really good, what is your physique?"

Patted enviously, he remembered that when he fought before, scars like Will would not be better for seven days.

"Smell." Feng Ting's voice sank, and he tentatively pulled his little partner into his arms. The light added confusion to him.

For the sake of this face, few people can refuse him.

"You are inflated, Will." Wen Qiuxing pointed out that Will's motives had deteriorated.

Feng Ting chuckled slightly: "..." If the words were bold, he could not match the other's finger.

"..." Wen Qiuxing sneered and pretended.

But I did it that night, not for anything else, just to get a good night's sleep.

Opening his eyes in the new home the next day, Wen Qiuxing was stunned for a while, and was still not used to it.

Thanks to Will's blessing, he thought, he would soon become a wealthy man.

"Huh." Things are unpredictable.

Fortunately, classmate Wen is not a person who does not know what to do, and does not intend to ignore Will's affairs as before.

"Where have you been these few afternoons?" he asked while wearing clothes.

"Go around." Feng Ting said.

"Do not say pull down." Wen Qiuxing sneered.

"You are so sensitive." Feng Ting took the lead in wearing long trousers, standing in front of his little partner, Wei An's body was dotted with visible tooth marks and scratches.

Looking at his masterpiece, Wen Qiuxing was not ashamed, but rather proud.

"I went to the fighting field." After a moment, Feng Ting turned to look at him.

"Great." Wen Qiuxing sincerely said.

"..." Feng Ting didn't know what to say, he could only cover the visible traces of his body with his clothes without saying a word.

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