Marry for a long time

When Lin Zhifei saw it, the phone almost fell on his face.

This news...

How could Brother Tong send him such a message.

Besides, isn't he asleep?

Was hacked?

Lin Zhifei thought for a while, then touched the phone with both hands and typed:

"you are?"

After a few seconds.

Lu Min also sent back a message: "I am your brother."

Lin Zhifei's heart skipped a beat, he moved his body quietly, and poked his head out of the quilt, trying to see if the other party was sleeping.

Taking a sneak peek, I saw Lu Mintong leaning halfway on the head of the bed, the faint light from the mobile phone shining on his face, softening his handsome features.

Lin Zhifei opened his mouth and was completely stunned.

Brother Tong himself said he wanted to kiss him?

how is this possible……

Lin Zhifei's mind seemed to be full of mush, and he couldn't move at all. The only thing he could think of was to quietly move back into the bed again, pretending to be asleep and dead...pretending not to see.

Unexpectedly, just as he drilled back and didn't dare to move rashly, there was a sudden movement next to him. Lin Zhifei subconsciously held his breath and felt Lu Mintong leaning over. His body became more stiff and he was completely at a loss.

"Stop pretending to be asleep."

Accompanied by a chuckle, the voice was slightly lowered, obviously mellow, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly blasting Lin Zhifei's scalp numb.

Lu Mintong turned on the wall lamp, then pressed straight over, pressed Lin Zhifei under him through the quilt, pinched both sides of the quilt with both hands, and pulled back easily, revealing Lin Zhifei's dumbfounded appearance.

Lu Mintong suppressed his smile slightly, and deliberately kept his face cold: "I saw you sneaking at me just now."

Lin Zhifei moved his lips, and it took him a long time to find the words: "I didn't do it on purpose, because your WeChat..."

The words came to an abrupt end, Lin Zhifei swallowed hard, did not dare to meet the other person's eyes, lowered his gaze, and fell on the other's tall nose, and continued: "...are you joking?"

Lu Mintong raised his eyebrows, and asked back, "I'm pressing you down now, as if I'm joking?"

Only then did Lin Zhifei belatedly realize that he couldn't move, and Lu Min was so strong that he easily suppressed him, just like he was dealing with a chick.

how so……

He seemed to be strangled by the throat, unable to utter a word.

Lu Mintong squinted his eyes and looked at his expression calmly.

The other party's obvious consternation and slight reluctance.

However, maybe it was because she was too surprised, or maybe it was because she was always well-behaved, and she didn't think of saying no, she was just in a daze.

Lu Mintong stared, his eyes fixed, and his eyes fell on the other party's rosy lips.

Warm, soft and moist, with full lips and a pink luster, they are lips that are very suitable for kissing.

He tasted it a few times. The first time was because Lin Zhifei was drunk and lost his balance, and he accidentally touched his lips. The second time was a few months later, when he couldn't hold back and kissed him forcibly. The third time The second time was in a hotel, almost wanton kissing.

His eyes dimmed a bit, Lu Mintong's voice was a little hoarse, but he lowered his voice, and called his name: "Lin Zhifei."

Being called out suddenly, Lin Zhifei regained his composure, still panicking: "At..."

Lu Mintong smiled slightly, and his tone returned to normal, as if he was talking about a very common thing, a little lazy: "I'm not a straight man."

Lin Zhifei's eyes widened.

Lu Mintong suddenly approached a little closer, with the tip of his cool nose pressed against his, and there were bits of softness in his bottomless black eyes, and he said every word with extra solemnity: "I want to chase you."

After the words fell, he paused, and then added in a calm voice: "It's not a joke."

Heavy bombs blew up one after another, Lin Zhifei was a little dizzy, and being stared at by Lu Mintong non-stop, he even thought how good it would be to close his eyes and just pass out.

Before he had time to digest the news that his brother was not a straight man, the next dick was thrown at him, which made him dizzy and unable to think at all.

The atmosphere at this moment is particularly weird... It seems that embarrassment has been frozen.

Lu Mintong was not in a hurry, he put his hands on his sides, looked down at him, and waited quietly for a reply.

a long time.

Only then did Lin Zhifei seem to regain consciousness, slightly wrinkled his face, and muttered indistinctly: "I don't know."

"Ok?"

Lin Zhifei said vaguely again: "It's midnight, it's so late...Brother, you...do you want to sleep and wake up?"

Lu Mintong let out a muffled laugh from his throat, and asked back, "Do you want me to wake up?"

Lin Zhifei nodded: "Because the consciousness is easily confused at night——"

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked and he swallowed it back into his stomach.

At the same time, Lu Mintong accurately grasped his wrist, clasped his hands together, reached to the head of the bed, and restrained him firmly.

Lu Mintong narrowed his eyes, with danger in his eyes, leaned over and bit the other party's lips lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You should wake up yourself first."

The heating in the room was sufficient, and the wrist that was held tightly by the warm palm was gradually sweating, and it was a little sticky.

Lin Zhifei unconsciously groaned, trying to avoid Lu Mintong's kiss.

Unexpectedly, the other party easily inserted the tip of his tongue, directly in his mouth... to wreak havoc.

The hot breath between each other is intertwined, with a touch of ambiguous charm.

Lin Zhifei had no room to resist, his whole body was restrained, and he didn't want to learn from TV novels to bite the opponent's lips.

This is the second time that Lu Mintong kissed him forcefully. The last time was when they were drinking and having supper together. He was not pressed on the bed, and he escaped within two strokes. Even in his own room, he still ran away. He also silently comforted himself, it was because of drinking...

But this time, Lu Mintong hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, and he said those words just now.

There's simply... no reason to explain this behavior.

Feeling his saliva overflowing from the corner of his lips, he subconsciously snorted.

Lu Mintong paused, loosened his lips and tongue, and at the same time loosened the restraint on him, sat up, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Lin Zhifei was stunned, and when he realized it, his face was flushed instantly. He coughed twice as if to cover up his embarrassment, and then sat up, cleared his throat, and tried to bring the topic back to the original one: "Brother Tong, it may be because you haven't talked for a long time. been in love..."

Lu Mintong glanced over and nodded in agreement, "Yes."

Lin Zhifei was overjoyed, and then said: "I can understand your behavior, because you feel lonely at night, right? But it's okay... I don't care, you kissed me just now, I can pretend it didn't happen, I will brainwash myself ,do not worry……"

Lu Min stared at him without saying a word.

Those eyes were so cold that it made people tremble.

As if fleeing for his life, Lin Zhifei quickly avoided his sight, looked at the ceiling and continued to murmur: "By the way, Brother Tong, do you remember the girl who played cards with you? Her name is Yu Huan, what do you think she looks like— —”

Lu Mintong couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted him with a sneer: "I think you're hiring someone."

It's too fucking annoying.

Lin Zhifei was stunned, but did not react: "What?"

Lu Mintong's brows were tightly frowned, and he directly reached out to grab the other's chin, raised his hand so that his eyes met his own, stared intently, and asked in a low voice: "Lin Zhifei, do you know why you haven't talked about it?"

Lin Zhifei's chin was pinched, and he was forced to look at him again. He didn't know what expression to put on, so he just shook his head.

Lu Mintong smiled, as if aware of his discomfort, he loosened his grip a little, and spoke each word in a low and slow manner, for fear that the other party might mishear a syllable: "Because, you are suitable for being chased."

He paused for a few seconds, hooked the corners of his lips, his face relaxed a lot, and then added: "I was chasing you."