Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"It's just a minor injury." After saying that, the young man quietly hid his hand behind his back and looked at Zou Yanzhi with a guilty look.

"..." Zou Yanzhi took the glass of water, "No need, next time."

What next time? He almost blurted out that he wouldn't have to do these things next time, and he wouldn't agree to write for Mu Yun just because he was moved by a meal.

Having not had contact with outsiders for a long time, Zou Yanzhi's heart had become so cold that it had grown barbs pointing outward, as if anyone who approached would be stabbed.

But at that moment, he looked into Si Mo's eyes and suddenly stopped talking. Perhaps the young man's eyes were too sincere and genuine, so he didn't see that the other party was trying to please him and had other intentions.

It was as if Si Mo just saw him sleeping without eating and was worried that he would get sick. He just wanted to cook a meal for him. He didn't ask for anything in return.

"You handle it yourself." The language was roundabout and turned into a bland statement.

"Well, it's just an accidental scratch while cutting vegetables. It's nothing serious. Maybe it will scab and heal by the next morning." Si Mo said this and sat down opposite Zou Yanzhi again.

"It's not that I don't eat." After a pause, Zou Yanzhi sighed softly, "Three meals a day, my aunt comes over for breakfast and lunch, and I don't have an appetite at night."

"I'm an adult and I know how to take care of myself."

"To be honest, Editor-in-Chief, your staying here has caused me some trouble. I don't have the habit of letting strangers interfere in my private life."

"So please leave after this. I won't change my attitude."

After Zou Yanzhi finished speaking, his thick long eyelashes drooped down, and he stood up coldly, packed up his dishes and put them by the sink, as if he was trying to get rid of someone.

It takes inhumanity to the extreme.

"But it's so late, it's completely dark outside." Si Mo stood up, bit his lip, and said with his fingertips slightly curled: "I... I actually have severe night blindness, and I'm not familiar with the route in the villa area. Zou Shen, can you be kind enough to let me stay for one night?"

He didn't mention the purpose of staying there, but just showed a pitiful scene and asked people to keep him for one night.

Like a puppy huddled beside the cold shell of a car in winter, all the sunlight it catches is cold.

"...Forget it." Zou Yanzhi hesitated for a moment, his upright shoulders suddenly relaxed, his brows tired and he said, "Choose a room for yourself and leave tomorrow morning."

He lives alone in a house of several hundred square meters. Except for some facility rooms upstairs, Zou Yanzhi's master bedroom is on the east side of the first floor, and the rooms next to it are empty.

The young man did not hesitate, and walked towards the door next to his room, with a smile in his eyes: "This is it, thank you Zou Shen for taking me in~"

After dinner, Zou Yanzhi was not in a hurry to go back to lie down. He randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf in the living room and held it in his hand, but he did not read it. It seemed that he was just trying to cover up and hide his original purpose.

The young man who was added to the family, his new editor, was wandering around the villa. Zou Yanzhi's decoration style was quite bookish. Some furnishings were made of fine ebony, and the most common items in the room were all kinds of books.

Serious and indecent. On the top are the famous works that must be read on the Internet, and on the bottom are the well-known foreign versions of phoenixes/fu.

When the young man stayed in a certain place for a few minutes longer, Zou Yanzhi unexpectedly discovered that his ears turned red.

He was observing with his eyebrows raised, Si Mo sensed the heat behind him, and suddenly turned around, looking at Zou Yanzhi with a look that was vaguely incomprehensible.

He originally thought that Si Mo would be weird, even surprised, and look at him with disgust.

After all, Zou Yanzhi was very familiar with what was depicted in those "improper" books.

Japanese/funny, dual male protagonists.

Although he was as calm as a chrysanthemum and had been single for 28 years, Zou Yanzhi always knew that he was gay.

He was born with no interest in women, so since he first entered the online literature circle at the age of 18, he has basically never written a female protagonist. There are also very few emotional lines.

Because of that one glance, I'm afraid Zou Yanzhi himself didn't realize how intense his gaze towards Si Mo was. Like a wolf or a leopard...interested.

He brought it to me himself.

They stared at each other for a while, and it was Si Mo who looked away first. There was no way he didn't see the hungry desire in Zou Yanzhi's eyes.

I don’t know what went wrong, but the love in Zou Yanzhi’s body is gray and black, which proves that he will not fall in love with him easily.

The only thing to be thankful for is that without any constraints, he can still attract Zou Yanzhi with his personal charm.

They had fought and entangled each other thousands of times, and their desire for each other's bodies had been deeply engraved in their bones and blood.

……

"God Zou, aren't you going to bed yet?"

Zou Yanzhi didn't intend to explain anything. As Si Mo approached, he seemed to smell a faint citrus scent. Zou Yanzhi's Adam's apple rolled down his throat: "Too early."

"Okay." Si Mo simply sat next to him. The sofa cushion sank slightly, and the smell became more obvious. "Where is the bathroom? I want to borrow it and take a shower."

After seeing those books, he didn't ask anything.

Zou Yanzhi nodded slightly and pointed in a direction.

Soon after, the sound of dripping water was heard from the bathroom, which fell into the quiet living room and became even clearer in the ears of Zou Yanzhi who was standing nearby.

Si Mo's phone, which was placed on the coffee table, vibrated twice. Someone had sent him a message. There were more than one message, and it kept ringing. Zou Yanzhi glanced at it and didn't move.

But the voice is really disturbing, and I don’t know who is so tireless.

Finally, he became a little annoyed and threw down the pillow and went to his room.

"God Zou, do you have any extra or disposable bathrobes at home?"

The sound of water stopped at just the right moment. The bathroom was just behind his master bedroom. He heard Si Mo's voice, which was filled with embarrassment and shame.

"No." Who would have disposable bathrobes at home? It's not like I'm staying in a hotel.

"Well... then, Master Zou, can you get me a piece of clothing? I accidentally got my clothes wet just now." After a pause, Si Mo said, "I will be responsible for washing it tomorrow."

Zou Yanzhi wanted to ask, how could taking a bath get your clothes wet, are you a three-year-old child? But when the words came to his lips, what came out was: "Wait."

He had so many clothes, many of which he had only worn once, so he randomly picked out a piece of soft material from the closet. When he left, Zou Yanzhi even got him a pair of shorts.

A vague figure approached the frosted door of the bathroom, and then someone pushed down the handle and opened it from the inside.

Si Mo stretched out a hand, his knuckles were as white as jade, his fingertips were pink, and a small section of his white and smooth forearm was exposed, with transparent and plump water droplets sliding down.

In addition, there was also steam rising from the crack in the door that had been lingering for a long time. When Zou Yanzhi handed over the clothes, his nose tip seemed to touch the hot steam mixed with a faint fragrance.

At the same time, the boy stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes randomly, and his fingers inadvertently touched the cool surface of his skin.