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After a lot of nonsense, one class time passed, Mao Fei was hungry and tired, and his life was dying.

Zhuang Zhou wrapped him up in a big bath towel and carried him to the bed in the bedroom. The fluffy pile showed his head. Zhuang Zhou kissed his watery eyes, and he was in a happy mood like a big Israeli wolf: "While it's hot, Let me rub your waist again."

"No, you go and cook." Mao Fei wrapped the towel tightly and rolled into the big bed, "I'm going to starve to death, I fainted from hunger."

"Soon, just one minute." Zhuang Zhou took out Yunnan Baiyao and coaxed him, "Come here, be obedient."

Mao Fei couldn't come over and tried to get under the bed.

Zhuang Zhou was half naked, with a bath towel wrapped around him. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted him: "Come here, I'll peel the prawns and feed you later, but I'm going to get rough when I come here."

The bulging quilt froze for a second, then moved again, Mao Fei squirmed over cowardly, lying on the pillow with his back to Zhuang Zhou, and closed his eyes: "It's agreed to peel the shrimp."

It was pulled away by the corner, revealing the blue-yellow bruise on the waist. The potion was sprayed on it coolly, which made Mao Fei shiver, and then he covered it with warm palms and rubbed it gently, letting him His lazy bones softened into mud.

Zhuang Zhou asked, "Did Zhu Ming come to see you today?"

Mao Fei muttered: "Looked for it before lights out last night. He wanted to buy my painting for his girlfriend. I didn't agree, so he left."

Zhuang Zhou said "hmm", and Mao Fei said with emotion: "His girlfriend is fine, it's me and I will break up. Maybe everyone's principles and bottom lines are different. In my opinion, 'cheating' is a very serious matter. , but it may not matter much in the eyes of senior sisters... I hope they can grow old together in the future."

Zhuang Zhou leaned down/body to kiss his shoulder, also seemed to be emotional: "Feifei, you are cuter than I imagined."

After finishing speaking, he went to kiss that warm face again: "Baby, call again."

Mao Fei was enveloped in his arms, and his sense of security made him feel excited and satisfied. He buried himself in the pillow shyly, and said sullenly, "What's your name? You're called a jerk?"

"Call the name."

"If you don't have a name, you're called a jerk."

After the quilt was covered, Zhuang Zhou chuckled and tousled his hair: "There are ways to make you cry."

The mattress moved slightly, Mao Fei dug his face out of the pillow, his eyes suddenly became dark, the chandelier on the roof went out, and only one wall lamp was left emitting a quiet soft light.

Zhuang Zhou squatted on the bedside: "I can sleep for a while, I will call you when the meal is ready."

Mao Fei looked at him, it was so pretty, he murmured, "Zhuang Zhou..."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and didn't make fun of him: "Huh?"

"Am I good-looking?"

Zhuang Zhou leaned over and kissed his pouting red lips, but the kiss was not good, the pillow was in the way, he said, "It's pretty."

The hand hidden under the quilt gripped the pillow tightly, Mao Fei wanted to be praised again.

Zhuang Zhou seemed to see through him: "I want to haunt my dreams."

There was a sound of frying pan in the kitchen.

Mao Fei opened his eyes and swayed, his body was enjoying the passion/desire, and his heart was also filled.

It's too good.

Have you read a lot of romance novels?

How to parry this.

The bed was soft and thick, and the short suede was smooth and skin-friendly, but Mao Fei couldn't sleep. His sense of smell seemed to be a thousand times more sensitive than usual when he was hungry, and the smell of garlic that spread over him made him want to float.

Mao Fei got up.

First go to the living room to pick up clothes to wear, and while wearing them, he yells to the kitchen: "Zhuang Zhou, I'm so hungry!"

Waiting for Papa Pata to step on the cotton mop to the door frame, stupid, the naked man in the bath towel holds a kitchen knife, a picture!

"Why did you get up?"

"I'm hungry."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and sighed, "There's no more cake, let's have some fruit first? Or didn't you buy some snacks?"

Mao Fei shook his head: "I'll wait for you to do well."

Zhuang Zhou continued to cut the shredded lettuce, and the coherent and crisp sound of the blade hitting the cutting board aroused Mao Fei's curiosity. He went to have a look and saw that Zhuang Zhou cut it like a fish in water, more delicate than he rubbed it with the shredded shredded artifact.

"Next time I want to eat carved carrots."

Zhuang Zhou laughed and teased him: "Bring me an egg, and I'll consider learning how to carve flowers now."

Mao Fei turned to open the refrigerator, it was empty, and then he remembered that the eggs were in the shopping bag with a peach blossom brain, he must be allergic to pollen, why the whole body is not bright!

The eggs were served, and Mao Fei fled to the balcony to refresh his mind.

The two mimosa plants are in a strange state. Most of them are self-closing, and the rest are half-open and half-closed. There are also a few slender leaves fully stretched, which are in stark contrast to the small clusters of flowers that bloom into brilliant fireworks.

Mao Fei was afraid that they would be so angry that they were half dead, so he quickly checked the information on his mobile phone and browsed several pages on the web, only then did he realize that it was related to the light. The side near the living room was slightly brighter, and the other side was dark, and fell asleep. .

Mao Fei took a picture and sent it to Moments with the caption: Little things are smarter than me.

The scent became stronger and stronger, and Mao Fei walked back to the kitchen door without any hope.

The sticky note was on the wall, and this time he was drawing on the spot with a pen --- drawing a picture.

Zhuang Zhou glanced at him with a smile, without asking what he was doing, he just opened the oven, the sizzling eggplant was almost done, and he only needed to put another egg on it.

The two of them did their own thing, and Mao Fei was proud of his painting, and his bad intentions came out, and he put two rabbit ears on Zhuang Zhou's head.

It's more astringent.

Mao Fei hummed a little tune, and sang along with his stomach growling.

Zhuang Zhou finally couldn't hold back his curiosity: "What's so beautiful?"

Mao Feixiale: "You will know in a while."

The tomato fish soup was thick, sprinkled with chopped green onion and coriander, and Zhuang Zhou handed it out in a bowl: "End."

"Here we come!" Mao Fei put the pen in his mouth and the notepad under his arm, and went to hold the big bowl of pangasius with both hands. His saliva was so uncontrollable that the pen was wet.

He carried it to the dining table, carried the shopping bag to the tea table by the way, and went back to help with chopsticks and bowls to serve the rice.

Garlic Vermicelli Shrimp came to the table last, and if it was enough, Mao insisted: "My halazi, my halazi."

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "You eat first, and I'll get dressed."

Still need him to say?Holding up his chopsticks, Mao Fei didn't know which one to eat first, so he took out his phone to take a picture, and sent it to Moments again: I am truly happy!

Zhuang Zhou came back with the sofa cushions, saw that Mao Fei had stuffed himself into a hamster, and said amusedly, "Put your butt up."

Mao Fei was very obedient, and when he sat down again, he sat down in a soft ball.

Mao Fei was so moved: "Zhuang Zhou, you are the best friend with benefits in the world."

Zhuang Zhou sat down opposite him: "Is this enough?"

Mao Fei nodded, and picked up another eggplant core with chopsticks. It was so delicious that he cried.

After one meal, Zhuang Zhou peeled the prawns for him and kept telling him to eat slowly. When Mao Fei wanted to add a third bowl of rice, Zhuang Zhou refused to refuse: "Drink some tomato." Soup slowly."

Fortunately, Zhuang Zhou helped to brake the brakes, and Mao Fei felt too full after eating. He rubbed his stomach and it was swollen, as if it was about to give birth to a peach blossom.

There was the sound of water dripping in the kitchen, Zhuang Zhou was washing the dishes in his apron, Mao Fei hiccupped at the door, and asked, "Dishwasher?"

This is how much he ate, and he was so lazy that he didn't even bother to talk much.

"It may be hard for you to understand, but I kind of like doing dishes."

"Ah... I guess oh, get them dirty, wash them, and get them dirty next time."

Zhuang Zhou was amused: "Yes, we must be responsible for them."

Mao Fei thought he couldn't be idle, so he ran to the coffee table to sort the things in the shopping bags, and he wanted to take all the food that could be put in the refrigerator together, just to take more walks.

There is also a bottle of shaving foam, Mao Fei takes it to the bathroom, he stands in front of the mirror and fantasizes about Zhuang Zhou shaving in the morning...

There is always a gap between fantasy and reality. Mao Fei stood by the sink, thinking, he will wake up early tomorrow, and he wants to see this picture.

Zhuang Zhou embraced him from behind, and their figures were reflected in the mirror.

"I searched around, so it turned out to be hiding here."

"...didn't hide."

Zhuang Zhou hugged his waist slightly: "Well, it's a bit thicker."

Mao Fei looked angry and stared at him in the mirror: "Let go! I'll lose weight tomorrow morning, let go!"

Zhuang Zhou didn't let go, and asked nonsense: "Is it delicious?"

Mao Fei can't be fierce anymore, Vice Commissioner Zhuang is right, he cannibalize people with a soft mouth.

As soon as he pursed his lips, a smile emerged from his eyes: "It's delicious, it's delicious."

"There will be more in the future, eat more, you are too thin, and you will still look good if you gain two laps."

"It's not the same." Mao Fei said clearly, "As a gay, as a subject, I know how important a figure is."

Zhuang Zhou muffled his neck and laughed lowly: "I don't dislike you."

It seems that he doesn't mind it, Mao Fei hides forward to prevent him from touching him.

He said in horror: "I'm telling you, I'm serious! If you do it now, I will definitely vomit, I will really vomit! Have you seen our 214 tragedy, it's like that! You You, you, get up!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Oh, I didn't watch it."

Mao Fei elbowed him back: "I'm on the school's intranet, and I'll find you a video, and you'll be apathetic if you look at it, really!"

Zhuang Zhou kissed him behind the ear and let him go.

"Little courage, I scared you."

Mao Fei wanted to stare at him, but dared not, for fear of causing trouble.

"I have to go to work for a while, you-"

"I play games," Mao Fei snapped, "I brought a switch here, I play games, you don't have to worry about me."

Zhuang Zhou led him out and turned on the wall-mounted TV in the bedroom: "Is it connected?"

The big screen is cool, of course it is even.

Mao Fei was sitting in the middle of the big bed with the Switch in his arms. Zhuang Zhou went out for a few minutes and then came back. He brought him a cup of yogurt and put it on the bedside table, with a pad in his hand.

"Bunny girl?"

Mao Fei chuckled: "For you."

"So you like this kind of fun?"

Mao Fei quickly clarified: "That's not true!"

"It seems that I can buy some small toys or props?"

Mao Fei knelt on the bed: "Duck no need!"

"And use it on you?"

Mao Fei saved his own life: "No need! If I can handle you, I'm already amazing!"

Zhuang Zhou put the pad on top of his head, pushed him back to the bed and sat down.

"Feifei, why are you so obedient?"

Mao Fei just pretended to be obedient: "I'm so obedient, don't get distracted."

It's too late, it's already moving.

Zhuang Zhou leaned closer and kissed him, "Go ahead and play, I'll come to accompany you later."