The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

The bathroom is spacious.

The man supported himself on the cold wall with one strong hand, his tall body slightly bent, letting the cold water hit his shoulders.

Large drops of water dripped down his soft short hair and onto his cold cheeks.

Those dark eyes were filled with crazy desires.

Water vapor condensed on the drooping long eyelashes, covering up the subtle thoughts in the misty eyes.

Whispering softly, "Yu Yu....Yu Yu..."

The man couldn't help but let out a magnetic hum, "Yu Yu..."

Half an hour later.

The boy stared at the ceiling in confusion, "Why does he take so long to take a bath?"

Maomao: “….”

At this moment, a pair of wet and anxious hands suddenly flashed through his mind and he sat up suddenly.

Damn, I almost forgot about that crybaby puppy!

What should I do?

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If he saw anything serious, he would be dead.

Although I have explained this to him, given his possessiveness, even I would probably be jealous.

Maybe one of them can't help but rush in.

Thinking of this, he looked down at his bathrobe that could turn the protagonist into a wolf, and he instantly jumped up, rummaging through the boxes for clothes.

When the cabinet door was opened, rows of neatly arranged various sportswear sets for teenagers were revealed.

He took off his bathrobe, quickly picked up a tighter, simple white cotton sports suit and quickly put it on himself.

It should still be in time to run now.

Just when he was about to turn around and run, suddenly a tall and cold figure flashed in front of him, completely blocking his way.

The man's cold voice was silent: "Can you escape?"

The young man's heart skipped a beat. It was all over.

He smiled awkwardly, raised his pretty face, and pretended to be casual and flattering: "Hi, we meet again."

Those originally calm eyes reflected on the boy's face, and instantly burst into warm ecstasy. He was so excited that he couldn't utter a word.

The thin veins on his arms protruded as he rushed forward and rubbed the boy hard into his chest.

The man's silver silk pajamas, which he had not yet had time to button, were slightly open, revealing his perfect muscle lines.

The tight touch makes one's heart tremble.

The boy pressed his soft cheek against his burning chest. Listening to his vibrating heartbeat, his fair cheeks couldn't stop getting hot.

"Yu Yu... I miss you so much." The man's voice was trembling, low and magnetic.

"Brother, please let me go first. I can't breathe."

Hearing this, he loosened the strength on his arm and said, "Jiaojiao, please don't leave me again, okay?"

Chu Shiyu's heart tightened. He didn't dare to agree to such an unstable promise.

After all, when the original owner entered this world for the second time, he was directly killed by the male protagonist.

Who knows, he might suddenly return to his original world.

"Jiaojiao, we finally meet again. It turns out that we really have a past life and this life!"

"No matter where I am, Yuyu will be able to find me, come to my world and stay with me and love me for the rest of my life."

"This time, I will definitely hold you tightly and won't let you disappear from my sight again."

The young man pursed his lips, his fingers tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, his eyes flashing with water, "Idiot." It has always been you who followed in my footsteps, came into my world, and gave your all to love me.

The man took the boy's slender white fingers and gently kneaded and played with them, his black eyes filled with uncontrollable burning desire.

He spoke pitifully in a hoarse voice: "Jiaojiao, I have been ill for three years. We should get treatment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's eyes turned red and he picked up the boy without saying a word. The boy struggled and kicked his legs in his arms in panic.

"Brother, wait, wait...don't, don't do this."

The man felt the boy's resistance, and his heart ached for a moment, but he said calmly, "I'm almost terminally ill. Jiaojiao, can you bear to watch me suffer from this illness for a long time?"

"No, no, calm down first."

"I can't calm down. I need Yuyu's treatment to calm this heart that beats for you."

The man pressed the boy down on the bed with heavy breathing. His clothes were torn into a mess, revealing the red marks on his thin white neck.

His hot breath turned cold in an instant, and the temperature of the air dropped to freezing point in an instant.

The boy shuddered unconsciously and hurriedly comforted him: "Brother, calm down, don't be angry."

The man's cold voice sounded: "Jiaojiao doesn't want to, so it turns out that there is someone else in the outside world, right?"

With a sullen face, he bit the bruised and purple area on the boy's neck hard, trying to cover up the marks left by others.

"Jiaojiao doesn't love me anymore."

The boy gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his neck, "No, no one else, it has always been just you."

"Really? Then Jiaojiao, can you explain to me these marks on your body?" The man could not hide the bitterness and fierceness in his tone.

The young man was startled, his mind working rapidly, and he said: "Remember what you did to me the night I disappeared three years ago? You made all these marks yourself."

"In the time it takes me to drink a sip of water outside, three years have passed here."

"For me, three years just happened last night. Do you think these traces can disappear in the time it takes to drink some water?"

The young man pitifully said: "Brother, my waist hurts, my legs hurt, my whole body hurts, I don't have the strength to heal myself, wuwuwu---"

In any case, we must never admit the existence of another person outside, otherwise he will definitely rush out to kill us.

Hearing this, the man instantly recalled the madness and recklessness of that night, as if he had never stopped at all.

The hostility in the dark pupils gradually dissipated, and the cold aura all over the body also gradually dissipated.

Fu Lingye slowly stood up and sat beside him, massaging the boy's legs with his warm palms, feeling somewhat guilty: "It's all my fault, I'm sorry."

The young man snorted coldly and turned his head away from him in anger.

But inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped a disaster.

"Brother, I'm so tired and want to sleep."

"Okay, lie down and sleep first, I'll help you massage your waist."

"Oh fine."

So the boy lay on the bed obediently, and the man's hot big hands gently massaged the sore area for him.

In a short while, the boy fell asleep defenselessly.

The man glanced at the boy's moist lips, which were slightly pouting due to the pressure on the pillow as he slept. He couldn't help but lower his head and suck them gently in joy.

Jiaojiao is still as sweet, soft and tender as ever.

In his sleep, the boy muttered: "Ugh...don't eat me. If you come over again...I will beat you to death."

Fu Lingye's eyes sparkled with tiny stars, and he smiled dotingly: "Jiaojiao is so cute."

However, the real world.

Fu Lingye clenched his fingers around the phone, suppressing the anger surging in his heart as he flipped through the latest frames of the comics.

His lips and teeth pressed hard, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he suppressed the strong jealousy in his heart, "Okay, very good."