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

Zou Yanzhi twitched his thin lips slightly, and a hidden emotion appeared in his deep eyes.

He found his voice and said, "Why are you sitting here? Are you not going in?"

The young man on the ground was a little late, then shook his head as if he had just received the message.

Eyes were wet.

From Zou Yanzhi's perspective, there was a small soft thing curled up next to the soft yellow passage, with slightly curly light brown hair lying on the top of the head. It felt great to the touch and looked like a puppy.

Fortunately, he knew to find a plush cushion and pillow to sit on so he wouldn't catch a cold.

Zou Yanzhi raised his eyebrows and thought, quite smart.

But his slightly cold expression remained unchanged, and he still seemed serious when understood.

"Why?" The stalemate lasted for a while. After a short sigh, Zou Yanzhi finally squatted down to look the boy in the eye and asked helplessly.

In just a moment, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol surrounding Si Mo.

"Because you are angry." said Si Mo.

"Have you been drinking?" Zou Yanzhi leaned closer and smelled it again to confirm.

It was just a short while, no wonder there was no movement, it turned out he got himself drunk.

"How much did you drink?"

"You still know who I am." Si Mo's slow look was inexplicably cute. Zou Yanzhi tried to hold back but still couldn't, so he reached out and pinched him hard on the face.

A circle of red fingerprints soon appeared on the fair skin, and Si Mo frowned and refused.

But perhaps because he knew he was wrong, he did not argue with Zou Yanzhi. Instead, he held his hand in this position and murmured vaguely:

"know."

"You are the old attacker."

"Big attack! Is that all right?"

"Zou Yanzhi, don't be angry. Come here and give me a kiss."

After saying that, the boy was particularly heroic. He put his arms around Zou Yanzhi's neck and pulled him down. The moment their soft lips touched, Zou Yanzhi's teeth were pushed open by something.

After getting drunk, the little fox relaxed a lot and was very proactive. There was no doubt that Zou Yanzhi liked her, and he quickly forgot that he was still angry.

Somewhere between the lips and teeth, a hint of sweetness spreads, with a very strong fruity taste.

It's a glucose.

His face seemed to be steaming in the hot air, and his eyes could hardly see clearly. After letting go of Zou Yanzhi, his hoarse voice was a little aggrieved: "If you don't come out, the sugar will melt."

Zou Yanzhi's gaze lingered on his red lips for a while, and he resisted the urge to chase him. He put his forehead against Si Mo's: "So, this is your way of coaxing people?"

Perhaps Si Mo didn't expect that Zou Yanzhi only just noticed it when he had obviously given in! ?

It's just a piece of wood.

"Yeah, are you dissatisfied?" Si Mo kissed Zou Yanzhi on different parts of his face every time he spoke, his movements like a chicken pecking at rice: "I didn't hide it from you on purpose, this is enough. Do you have to be so hard to please?"

Zou Yanzhi deliberately avoided Si Mo's kiss and said, "You are not sincere in your coaxing."

Si Mo clicked his tongue, his eyes showing a hint of anger: "I'm here to apologize to you. I've already sold my body and my waist, what else do you want?"

As he spoke, he opened his arms, revealing what he was wearing. Zou Yanzhi then realized that the piece of clothing hanging on Si Mo was his.

It was the largest one in the closet, which could cover Si Mo's knees.

A small section of the slender calf was immersed in the snow-white cushion, and the smooth lines were quite beautiful. Just one look at it and Zou Yanzhi's Adam's apple rolled, feeling extremely dry.

So, that means he has nothing on his lower body except this piece of clothing.

No, Zou Yanzhi discovered that Si Mo had also tied a ring around his leg.

The whole outfit looks pretty sexy.

The whole person is like a carefully decorated little cake, which can be tasted by tearing off the ribbon.

Moreover, it was written on this cake: For Zou Yanzhi alone.

It turned out that the little fox was drinking and acting like a spoiled child that night, just to give herself to him?

If it were the usual Si Mo, he probably wouldn't have such courage and would be ashamed.

Although Si Mo's cheeks and neck were red after doing these things, his eyes were firm: "Alright? I really know I was wrong."

"……Do it?"

A mosquito-like whisper rang in his ears, and Zou Yanzhi's rationality collapsed in an instant.

If it comes to your door, how can you refuse it?

So he decided not to tell Si Mo the real reason why he was angry for the time being.

He picked the man up with one hand, and the boy wrapped around Zou Yanzhi like a pendant.

With his legs wrapped around his body, he was taken back to the study room behind him...

He seemed to remember that when Zou Yanzhi put him on the table and pressed him over, Si Mo still stubbornly asked, "So, have you calmed down?"

"..."

-

At exactly three o'clock in the morning, Si Mo, dry and refreshed, was carried out of the bathroom.

Zou Yanzhi then turned off the lights on the first floor, held his butt with one hand and put the other hand on his lower back. Si Mo didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes and just let him hold him like this.

The mind is half asleep and half awake.

There was a clear tooth mark where the leg ring had been. Apart from that, the whole body was covered with spots, which was shocking to look at.

However, Zou Yanzhi did not return to the bedroom. He cleaned the study and sat back down. He still needed to finish a 3,000-word manuscript.

After everything calmed down, the man wearing glasses looked completely different from his previous beastly appearance.

Zou Yanzhi held his waist and lifted him up to his body. After that, there was no extra movement. He just stayed still and his posture was ambiguous and charming. The boy lay in his arms like a little baby, and he could kiss him as soon as he lowered his head.

Maybe this is why men who act like a spoiled child have the best fate?

Anyway, he had been worn down by Si Mo and had lost all his arrogance.

It was still pitch black outside, with only the soft yellow light in this room. The crisp sound of the keyboard mixed with the steady breathing of a person, and the moment of ice and snow melting would be recalled countless times no matter how long it had passed.

……

When Si Mo opened his eyes, he found himself still lying on Zou Yanzhi.

His eyelids were still drooping, but his back was sore that he couldn't fall asleep. His body felt like it was falling apart, and the memories of last night gradually surfaced in his mind, making him furious.

He has no self-control at all. He will definitely die in the end!!

Si Mo looked back at the computer screen with a resentful look in his eyes. Zou Yan realized that he had woken up, so he said, "Do you want to go back to sleep for a while? It's not comfortable like this."

Si Mo yawned and hummed lazily.

Zou Yanzhi picked him up and walked towards the bedroom downstairs. He kissed his eyes as he left and said, "I'm going to make breakfast."

Within ten minutes, sleepiness came over him again. At the same time, something seemed to come into Si Mo's mind -

Zou Yanzhi whispered this in his ear in the bathroom last night.

Si Mo had a dream.

It is extremely absurd, yet vaguely true.

Zou Yanzhi in the dream had the same face as a man who was horny last night. He said, "You don't understand why I'm angry."

"From the time you left the house to the time you came back, it took a full four hours, twenty-five minutes, and thirty-three seconds. It exceeded our agreed time by an hour and a half."

"Have you been at Li's house all this time?"

"What can I do to make you behave...Should I really tie you up? I don't want to do that."

……

The man's hand, soaked with water, slowly slid across his neck, like a snake that could tighten out of control at any moment.

Si Mo couldn't tell whether this really happened or he had imagined it.

But that was in a dream, he found himself in a third-person perspective, unable to speak or get close.

The scene changed, and it was Zou Yanzhi who opened the bedroom door. He had his usual smile on his face and a bowl of fragrant porridge in his hand.

The timeline seems to overlap with just now, so is he in reality or a dream now?

The Zou Yanzhi in front of him looked extremely resentful. He sat down beside the bed and asked in a ethereal and sinister voice: "Who do you think is more handsome, me or Xu Gong?"

"........."

Nightmare, it must be a nightmare.