can i eat your head off

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I took a shower at night and went to bed very naturally.

Jingming's bed.

Jing Ming's expression was tangled, and he didn't move for a long time while wearing a bathrobe.

Suddenly there is a big living person on this bed, how can I sleep!

Clearly, he had already considered the proposal carefully, leaving half of the bed, lifted the quilt, and patted the sheet next to him: "Xiao Ming, come on."

Oh Mai Ga, please don't unconsciously invite a grown man, OK?It's easy to get into trouble, okay?

Timi was wearing pink pajamas, the heat had not completely dissipated after taking a shower, her cheeks were still flushed, and her whole body was pink, which was incompatible with the plain gray sheets.

But what happened to the inexplicable cuteness?

day.

I can't bear it.

Jing Ming cursed in his heart.

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"I still have work to do." Jing Ming waved his hand to let him sleep first, "You go to bed first."

"Then I'll accompany you," said Tifu, getting up from the bed and folding the quilt very neatly.

Jing Ming repeatedly refused: "No, I'm used to being alone when I work.

"Okay then." Titu's face looked extremely depressed, "then I'll wait for you here."

Jing Ming was helpless, he sighed, sat on the side of the bed, and said to Tiqi, "Why can't you sleep well?"

His tone was very gentle, but his helpless look made Timi think that he was displeased with him, and immediately explained: "No, no, I'm not bad, but I can't sleep without you by my side."

Tifu said that he no longer looked at him, and turned his head to the side.

Jing Ming looked at his side face, and suddenly felt a long-lost touch, as if a feather was scratching his soft heart, making it itchy and hot, making him really want to take it out and stretch it out again.

"Okay." Jing Ming took off the quilt, "Sleep."

111

After a hearty affair, Tibao lit a cigarette.

Before lighting the cigarette, he glanced at the expressions of the people around him, probably because he was just full, and there was no displeasure on his face.

Tibbo took a breath in relief.

Unexpectedly, after taking a sip, He Liao picked it up and put it in his mouth.

Tibao kicked him with all his strength, but his muscles were so sore that he seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

"Fuck, you don't even smoke a cigarette afterward. Is there such an old bastard like you! Huh?"

"Put up your pants and don't recognize anyone, fuck, the scumbag is talking about you..."

He Liao took a puff of the cigarette, and the smoke in his mouth blocked Tibao's chattering mouth, causing the corners of Tibao's eyes to turn red.

Tibbo complained: "Fuck, what the hell are you doing!"

He Liao stroked the corners of his reddened eyes with his fingers, and said in a calm tone, "Today I reward you for taking a puff of cigarette." His finger moved down to the corner of his lips, "No, two puffs."

Tibao only felt that his throat was acrid, and he lost any interest in smoking, and said angrily, "I must let Tibi go to school!"

He Liao:?

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"I figured it out," Tibo said happily, "If you want your child not to learn bad things, you have to let him go to school. Our little boy can't suffer from being uneducated."

"Huh?" He Liao was lying on his back at first, but when he heard him say this, he turned to one side, with his elbow pressed against Tibao's face, Tibao only felt that a dark shadow suddenly blocked the light above his head.

Tibao pushed him, "What the hell are you doing so close all of a sudden, you're not coming! You've lost your strength!"

The smell of smoke on He Liao's body hadn't dissipated yet, Ti Bao felt dizzy from the smoke, and opened his eyes in bewilderment.

"No energy?" He Liao asked, "Why do I feel that you are looking for a fuck today?"

"Don't be so fucking aggressive," Tibbo pushed away his shoulders that were pressing on him, "You're not cultured if you're so energetic."

He Liao laughed when he heard this, he usually had an indifferent face, but now his face was very vivid, and the two of them got very close again, Tibao held his breath.

……

"Is it because I can't satisfy you?"

"Hey hey hey hey dog ​​you!"

113

Jing Ming stared at the computer in a daze for a long time.

In the writing circle, this is called Calvin.

But Jingming is different. He is passive Calvin while he is active Calvin.

Obviously, the speed of the car flew up in his mind, but he couldn't write.

Jing Ming felt that if he used his brain at such a fast pace, he would directly shut down and black screen. Although the plot was smooth, the play also played a lot, and it seemed calm. In fact, Jing Ming was already so excited that he couldn't hold himself back. The hand holding the mouse is up.

Trembling with excitement!

Jing Ming originally thought that the play in his mind had reached the upper limit, and he would not be able to find any tricks if he refurbished it. However, in just a short while, he has already thought of several new tricks!

God!Who is the inspiration!

Did you think it was a magic conch?

Do not!

It's a blur!

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"Boom..." Jing Ming slammed his head on the desk hard.Then he covered his flushed face with his hands.

Shame.

He, Jing Ming, is a first-line sq writer with a variety of subjects, not only writing bg, bl, gl but also writing.

I have written about big-breasted royal sisters and soft and cute loli. Except for the principle that minors are not allowed to write, I have written about Meijiao Niang up to 50 and [-] years old. Not only that, but also a rough man, a white-faced boy, and even a golden-haired lion king. .

But he's never been a real person, ever.

Immersed in ah, ah, ah, no, the high-end point is ups and downs all day long. If the annual physical examination report is not normal, Jing Ming once thought that there was a problem with his sexual function.

But now, when he writes about the school grass in the white shirt and the captain of the basketball team,

Why do vague nudes keep popping up in my mind!

Could it be that the impression was too deep that day, causing damage to his hippocampus, not only remembering it, but also shaking it in front of his eyes from time to time?

No, he has to go out and relax.

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"Xiao Ming," Titus knocked on the study door with a cup of coffee, "Do you want coffee?"

Jing Ming's mind was still full of yellow waste, and he was startled by the sudden voice of the master, and almost fell off the chair.

Hearing the screeching sound of the chair rubbing against the floor in the room, Titu stepped up and knocked three more times: "Xiao Ming, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jing Ming opened the door and lied, "I accidentally fell asleep just now."

Tibi put the coffee on the table, and taught earnestly, "Take a rest when you're tired."

It reminded Jingming of the combined version of his dean in high school and the wealthy wife in the TV series.

Jing Ming's gaze tremblingly swept under Tibi's collarbone, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I haven't perverted to the point where I would imagine being naked when I saw a real person, which is really gratifying.

Just thinking about it, Timu's soft fingertips had already touched his face, "Xiao Ming, why is your face so red?"

Jing Ming took a step back, and was so shocked that he withdrew his hand.

However, Jingming now just wants to silently immerse his face in the icy cold water, to freeze his own face, and also to freeze his fast-running brain by the way.

It's no wonder that he thought too much, the scene that happened just now happened to be a plot he had made up in his head, it was too foul.

He must go out and relax!

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"It's okay," Jing Ming stammered, "I may be on a business trip in a few days."

"Ah?" Ti Mu's expression suddenly changed, and he said aggrievedly with his mouth curled up, "Then I won't be able to see you again."

Jing Ming thought for a few seconds, "It won't be long, I'll come back when I think it through."

Tifu thought he was talking about novels, and paused for a while to test: "Then can you take me?"

Jing Ming said seriously: "You can't bring your family with you."

Unexpectedly, mentioning it was not sad or unhappy, but happily rolled on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.

He is Xiao Ming's family member!

117

Jing Ming looked at the fussy Tibo, heaved a sigh of relief, his mood suddenly cleared up, he took out his mobile phone and started calling Tibao.

Tibao should be in a good mood, and his tone was not very irritable: "What's the matter?"

"Brother," Jing Ming said concisely, "I'm going on a business trip."

Tibao began to get impatient: "I just went out last week, and you are not at home as a writer, why do you go out every day?"

"The incident happened suddenly," Jing Ming paused for a few seconds, "should be back soon."

"When are you leaving?" Tibao made some calculations, "Let Tifu answer the phone."