Marry for a long time

On weekends, Lin Zhifei took the keys to clean the house.

While cleaning the windows, the doorbell rang, and Lu Mintong came over after finishing his work, with a cup of hot drink in his hand.

He took the rag from Lin Zhifei's hand, and said, "I'll come, you go wash your hands and rest for a while."

Lin Zhifei washed his hands, sat aside and drank milk tea, while watching Lu Mintong wipe the window clean and bright, he swallowed the pearls in his mouth, and said: "This room has been empty for a long time, there is a lot of dust, my brother and I There are masks here, wear one to avoid choking on the dust."

Lu Mintong was holding a rag in his hand, and looked back at him, "You put it on for me."

Lin Zhifei put the milk tea on the table, went to get a clean mask, couldn't help kissing his lips before putting it on, then helped him put it on with a smile, and hooked his ears with strings, he took a step back and stared carefully at the landing mask Min Tong sincerely praised: "Brother, you are so handsome!"

"Nonsense." Lu Mintong clicked his tongue expressionlessly, but there was a slight smile in his eyes.

Lu Mintong wiped the glass clean, and then began to tidy up the dusty furniture, cleaning inside and out.

Lin Zhifei paced beside him with milk tea in his arms, watching him work with crooked smiles.

He cleaned the living room just now, and now Lu Mintong cleans the kitchen, and he didn't step in to help. He will come to clean the bedroom later, and the work is not tiring.

He bit the straw lightly, handed the other end of the straw to Lu Mintong, and asked with a smile, "Do you want a drink?"

Lu Mintong stopped his movements and looked down at the straw with some milk tea inside. He paused and lowered his head to drink. When the straw was pressed against the mask, he was surprised for a moment before realizing that he was still wearing the mask. Lin Zhifei laughed until his voice trembled: "Brother, you are so cute!"

Lu Mintong glanced at him speculatively, and Lin Zhifei immediately fell silent.

He quickly slipped aside with the milk tea.

Sitting upright on the sofa, he didn't even dare to take another sip of milk tea, secretly regretting.

Accidentally got carried away, and actually said that the big devil is cute...

Lu Mintong untied one side of the string, and hooked his finger at him: "Come here."

Lin Zhifei didn't move, and said weakly: "I don't want to go there."

Lu Min narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Three."

Lin Zhifei froze, ran over quickly before he could continue the countdown, and looked at him innocently: "What's wrong?"

Lu Mintong's eyes fell on the milk tea in his hand, and he said concisely, "Give me a drink."

Lin Zhifei hurriedly handed the milk tea to Lu Mintong's mouth, inadvertently saw the milk tea left in the straw and the faint saliva on it, and said, "Brother, don't dislike my saliva."

Lu Mintong only took a sip, raised his lips quietly when he heard his words, but deliberately said with a straight face, "I despise you."

Seeing that he really only drank a little, Lin Zhifei had obvious disgust on his face, and there was no trace of a smile in his tone, he paused for a moment, retracted his hand and did not look at him, feeling a little angry, and his voice was also vaguely Anger, although it still sounded soft: "Then stop drinking."

Lu Mintong added fuel to the fire, suppressing a smile and annoyed him: "Well, stop drinking."

Lin Zhifei's anger level increased a bit, he gritted his teeth: "Don't kiss me either."

"Okay, no kiss."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

He raised his eyes to look at Lu Mintong, and when he heard that the other party promised not to kiss, he guessed that it was a joke, and he was teasing him again, he said depressedly: "Brother, don't deliberately anger me, what kind of eccentricity, it's too bad."

Lu Mintong didn't feel embarrassed when he was found out. He turned on the faucet to clean the dishes with a natural expression, and said with an obvious smile in his voice, "I want to see you angry."

He paused, lowered his voice and sighed, "Why don't you get angry?"

Lin Zhifei retorted: "I will be angry. I was really angry when I heard you say that you dislike my saliva just now."

Lu Mintong sneered: "That's called being angry?" He imitated his tone just now, and repeated the angry words, "Then stop drinking."

He deliberately imitated the exaggeration, and deliberately prolonged the sound. Lin Zhifei's ears felt hot, and his face turned red: "I didn't talk like that. Brother Tong, you are really annoying. I'm going to tidy up the bedroom."

He ran to the bedroom in a hurry, cleaned the bedroom, and then tidied up the guest room. It was not until dinner time that the house was completely cleaned.

Lin Zhifei put the apron aside, looked at the tidy room, and said proudly: "It's so clean, it looks brand new, I have to take a photo and send it to Qianqian."

He took out his mobile phone, took pictures of each room, and sent money to all of them.

Lu Mintong walked up to him quietly, and asked in a low voice, "Which room do we sleep in?"

"The guest room." Lin Zhifei looked at him sideways, the soft black hair on his forehead brushed his face lightly, the distance between the two was very close, it was the unique intimacy between lovers, and their every move was extraordinarily natural.

He pointed to the room on the right, "That's the one. I used to live there when I came here to catch up on manuscripts. It's almost becoming my exclusive room."

Lu Mintong lowered his eyebrows and stared at him, his black eyes sparkling with a smile.

Lin Zhifei noticed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and kissed his lips.

Originally, he just wanted to have a taste of it, but Lu Mintong was not satisfied. He pressed him against the wall and kissed him deeper and deeper. His long legs were inserted between his legs, and they rubbed lightly, almost rubbing against him. reaction.

When Lin Zhifei's consciousness became a little clearer, he hurriedly pushed Lu Mintong away, panting and said, "I can't continue..."

Lu Mintong leaned over again, rubbing the tip of his nose against his, with a low and hoarse voice, "Why?"

Lin Zhifei swallowed, raised his hand and stroked his back, and comforted him softly: "Next time, when we move in...we will go home for dinner."

Lu Mintong didn't make any further movements, but still stuck to him tightly: "If you don't go home, I'll have dinner here." He lowered his head, kissed Lin Zhifei's lips, and said in a lower voice, "Let's go shopping, huh?"

Lin Zhifei's eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly, "Brother, do you cook?!"

Lu Min agreed.

"That's great!" Lin Zhifei was even more delighted, "I like eating your dishes so much!"

Lu Mintong's smile gradually deepened, and he asked, "Is it delicious?"

Lin Zhifei nodded emphatically: "It's so delicious and suits my taste!"

"Then reward me?" Lu Mintong raised his eyebrows and moved closer.

Feeling the heat coming from the other party's lower body, Lin Zhifei hesitated for a moment, sighed silently in his heart, and asked softly, "Use your hands or your mouth?"

Comparing the two, the latter is naturally more comfortable. Looking at the time, it was not too late, so he said without any convenience, "Mouth."

Lin Zhifei put his hands on his body and squatted down slowly.

……

Lin Zhifei went to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth before going out, his mouth was a little sore, he pouted his lips in front of the mirror, and after doing a few movements, he felt that the discomfort was not so strong.

I accidentally swallowed some of it just now, and I always felt a little weird. I swallowed quietly in the car, and after getting off the car, I went to buy a bottle of water and took a few sips.

Along the way, Lu Mintong noticed his abnormality. Seeing that he had almost finished drinking a small bottle of water, he took the mineral water bottle in his hand and asked, "Is it hard?"

"No..." Lin Zhifei wiped his mouth, looked at the surrounding people subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "I just feel that my throat is a bit strange, and I accidentally swallowed some..."

After the words fell, he raised his voice again and laughed: "But it's much better now, it's okay."

Lu Mintong threw the bottle into the trash can and went down the escalator. Lin Zhifei stood in front of him. He put his hand on the other's shoulder, pressed it lightly, and said with a low laugh, "Thank you."

Lin Zhifei turned his head and glanced at him, and when he met his gaze, he spoke again, with a smile in his voice: "I'll help you another day."

Lu Mintong hadn't spoken to him yet, but only used his hands. Lin Zhifei's heart fluttered, a little excited: "Okay!"

Lu Mintong smiled, continued to press his shoulder with his right hand, went down the escalator, went directly to the supermarket, and took the trolley to buy vegetables.

After shopping in the supermarket for a while, Lin Zhifei remembered that he needed to report to his family, so he called his mother and told her that he would not go home for dinner tonight.

Mother Lin asked, "Why are you a little noisy over there? Who are you with?"

Lin Zhifei looked at Lu Mintong who was picking beef, lowered his voice, and said vaguely: "With friends."

"Which friend?"

"You don't know..." Lin Zhifei didn't dare to continue talking, afraid that the parents would ask something again, so he hung up the phone in a hurry, "That's it, I'll hang up first, and I'll go home after dinner."

He put the phone back into his pocket, and sank his beating heart. It was really a test of mental endurance to deal with parents.

Lu Mintong put the beef into the trolley and looked sideways at him, "Did you finish the phone call?"

Lin Zhifei let out a "huh" and wrinkled his face in distress: "My mother has become a lot stricter recently, and she always asks where to go with whom when going out, she won't see anything..."

Lu Mintong was silent for a few seconds, and said, "It's possible, you should be prepared."

Lin Zhifei bit his lip and remained silent.

The bright light shone down, illuminating his face clearly, all his thoughts were clearly written on his face, and it was easy to see.

Lu Mintong stopped and did not take a step forward, staring at him quietly. After a while, he stretched out his fingers and gently pressed Lin Zhifei's forehead, his voice was a little imperceptibly gentle: "Why don't you speak?"

Lin Zhifei looked at him, hesitated for a long time and finally said hesitantly: "I'm just a little scared..."

"Don't be afraid." Lu Mintong looked down at him, with a smile on his lips, "I'm here."