Quick Wear: What to do, he loves the crazy evil god

When I returned to Du's house, the housekeeper and servants were not there, only the lights in the room were brightly on.

"Where did everyone else go?" Mu Ci muttered.

"Give them a night off," Watazai replied as he washed his hands.

Mu Ci wiped his hands, not understanding why Du Zai let everyone go.

Without giving him time to think, Du Zai took his hand, walked to the restaurant, and helped him sit down.

Then he turned and went into the kitchen, and quickly brought out six dishes. The red wine on the table had already been poured into the decanter.

Finally, she went to the kitchen and brought out a bouquet of flowers.

"Xiao Ci, this is for you."

Du Zai held up a bunch of beautiful roses and looked at him expectantly.

The flaming red rose is as passionate and sincere as Du Zai's heart.

Mu Ci took the rose and said, "Mr. Du, thank you. I like it very much."

"Call me brother." Du Zai looked at him with burning eyes.

"Brother...Brother." Mu Ci called out stutteringly.

Mu Ci felt embarrassed for some reason and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Du Zai's peach blossom eyes again.

There are stars in her eyes, which seem to be charming.

The warm fingertips were placed on the chin, and Mu Ci's chin was lifted up, meeting Du Zai's eyes.

"Be good, call me again, Xiaoci's call sounds very nice."

Mu Ci blushed, looked at those peach blossom eyes, and called out again unconsciously.

"elder brother."

This voice, compared to the cold "brother" just now, was inexplicably gentler and more affectionate.

Mu Ci sat on the chair, looking up at Du Zai.

Du Zai looked at the almond-shaped eyes covered by long eyelashes, which looked around with a hint of embarrassment, not daring to look him in the face.

Under the crystal lamp, her skin had a layer of warm golden halo, like an angel in an oil painting.

Her chin was supported by her fingers, her lips were plump and rosy, and as he looked at her, he leaned forward and got closer.

Suddenly, the person in front of me closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and his body was trembling slightly.

Watazai stopped, scaring him.

How could I not control myself?

He was a little annoyed, so he moved his hand away and sat opposite Mu Ci.

Mu Ci felt the fingers on his chin removed and there was no scent of kiss coming towards him, so he opened his eyes.

Du Zai had already sat opposite him and pushed the poured red wine in front of him.

"Xiao Ci, don't be nervous, I will wait for you."

Looking at Du Zai's calm eyes at this moment, Mu Ci felt that he had too little self-control.

How embarrassing!

What he just thought was that it was okay to be kissed by him, even though it was their first kiss.

He picked up the wine glass, tilted his head back, and gulped down the red wine in the glass.

Qixiang lay in his nest, rolling his eyes helplessly, feeling miserable!

He couldn't even kiss me! He wanted to kiss my head!

Du Zai looked at him in surprise, with a doting smile in his eyes, and poured him more wine.

I shouldn't have done that just now. I scared him like that.

Mu Ci looked at the wine glass. He needed to drink a little more to calm down.

He gulped down another cup.

This time the ferry was not poured for him.

"Xiao Ci, this wine has a strong aftereffect. You'll get drunk if you drink it like this."

Duzai started to pick up food for him.

"Eat some vegetables, don't hurt your stomach."

"I'm a little nervous. I'll just need a drink to calm myself down."

Mu Ci pushed the glass towards Du Zai again, "I'll drink it slowly this time."

"Then eat some food first, and I'll pour it for you."

He didn't know why he subconsciously listened to Du Zai's words and ate the food obediently.

It must be because Duzai has a nice voice, there is no other reason.

The red wine is imprinted with the halo of the crystal chandelier, quietly intoxicating yet with a hint of warmth.

There was space for only him and Duzai, and there was no awkwardness as he had worried about.

Suddenly, the phone that Du Zai had placed on the table rang. Mu Ci took a look and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

Du Zai answered the phone and his originally happy expression immediately turned dark.

"Chen Zheli, I told you not to call me again."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and blocked the number.

However, the brief interlude did not affect the mood of the two people drinking.

The two of them drank and chatted like good friends, and all this made Mu Ci feel very relaxed.

Watazai was a little intoxicated when he saw the person opposite him. He held his chin with one hand, and his cheeks were already stained pink.

Her tea-colored almond eyes also became a little unfocused, like a lazy cat, looking at him lazily.

"Xiao Ci, you can't drink anymore."

"I... am not drunk... I can still drink more."

Drunk people will say that they are not drunk. Du Zai shook his head helplessly.

He walked around the dining table and wanted to help Mu Ci go upstairs to take a shower and rest.

Mu Ci stood up only to feel a little dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

The next moment, it floated even more.

He was carried by Princess Duzai!

Mu Cizhen twisted her body and tried to get down, "You can't carry me like a princess, this is my bottom line!"

How could he, a grown man of 1.80 meters tall, be carried by a princess?

"Call me brother and I'll let you go." Du Zai looked at the person in his arms with dark eyes.

"Brother." Mu Ci called out softly in a drunken voice.

He can be called brother, but why does he want to be carried like a princess?

Mu Ci only felt that he was holding him tighter. Just as he was about to struggle, Du Zai let him go.

Then she squatted in front of him, hooked her hands on his thighs, and lifted him up on her back.

"Brother will carry you on his back, hold on tight."

His feet suddenly left the ground and he lost his balance. Mu Ci hugged Du Zai's neck as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Her head also rested on Du Zai's shoulder and neck, and then the warm breath mixed with the aroma of wine rushed to her ears, and her back felt even warmer.

An itchy feeling ran along my ear and went straight to somewhere.

Terrible!

Du Zai quickly carried him upstairs, put him in the bathroom, and got clothes for him.

"After washing, I'll help you blow dry your hair." Du Zai said, closed the door, and then quickly returned to his room.

Looking at his waist and abdomen, he took a deep breath. He was always easily aroused by him.

It’s better to end it quickly. Du Zai smiled bitterly and went into the bathroom.

Mu Ci vaguely remembered Du Zai saying that he would come to help him blow dry his hair after he took a shower.

So, after taking a shower, he put on a bathrobe, tied the belt hastily, and sat on the sofa waiting for Du Zai to come and blow-dry his hair.

What he hates most is blow-drying his hair. He would rather wait for his hair to dry on its own than bother to blow-dry it.

It was rare for someone to be willing to give him a blowjob. Although he wasn't quite sober, he was secretly looking forward to it.

After a few minutes, Du Zai opened the door and came in.

Du Zai had also finished his shower and was wearing a white bathrobe, the same color as Mu Ci's.

The white bathrobe made Mu Ci look even more rosy. He sat on the sofa with a dreamy look in his eyes. His exposed calves were long, white and smooth like jade.

Du Zai's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, but then he realized that it was not a good idea to look at it this way, so he looked away and went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer.

The warm wind blew on his neck and scalp, bringing a hint of soothing feeling, and Mu Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

Close your eyes and enjoy Watazai's hair blow-drying service with peace of mind.

Du Zai stood right in front of Mu Ci, lowered his head, and turned the hair dryer to the lowest setting so that it could blow dry for a longer time.

The hair is very soft and smooth. Running my fingers through the ends of the hair gives me the illusion of petting a cat.

The person under the hair dryer has his eyes closed, a smile on his lips, and a look of enjoyment, just like a cat being stroked.

Very well behaved, very quiet and very beautiful.

As the air blew, Mu Ci spread his legs comfortably and moved closer to Duzai.

Du Zaizai lowered his head and blew his hair carefully. As Mu Ci opened his legs and moved closer to him, he couldn't help but look down.

My heart was pounding and my hands stopped moving.

That pink ball was exposed in front of him cutely.