can i eat your head off

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"Brother Baobao?" Tifu answered the phone with a slightly lukewarm voice.Ti Bao could imagine his appearance at this moment, he must be answering the phone with his curly hair like a bird's nest in a mess.

"Cough—" Tibbo cleared his throat,

The voice lowered a little, "Do you still remember when I told you that I would teach you?"

Tipu paused for a while before trying to understand what Tibao said he wanted to teach him.His face flushed to the tip of his brows, and his voice followed Tibao's, and even took on a breathy voice: "Remember, Brother Baobao. Just wait for me, I'll take a notebook and write it down."

Tibbo sneered and laughed.

After listening to the sound of him rummaging through boxes and boxes for a while, Tibao became a little impatient, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, okay," Tichu smiled and took out a pen and paper, "Go ahead."

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With a mobile phone clipped to his ear, he held a notebook in his left hand, and clicked the pen with his right hand, waiting to start writing.

"First of all," Tibbo pointed his index finger at the table, suggesting, "Don't rub your hair after taking a shower tonight."

Dealing with Jingming's boring coquettish, Tibao was thoughtful.Don't let him notice it, and don't be too violent.It must be like spring rain moistening things silently, slowly but firmly penetrating into every aspect of his life.

"Okay," came the rustling voice of writing from Tiqi's side, "and then?"

"Then Jingming will definitely wipe your hair. At this time, you must show your shoulders, understand?"

Titu blushed and replied, "Hmm."

"I don't need to teach you this, a fool can do it."

Titu then responded: "No."

"What bad things are you teaching?" Tifu vaguely heard someone talking on Tibao's side, and asked Tibao: "Brother Baobao, who is talking?"

The sound of opening and closing the door came from Tibao's side, "No one, the bastard I raised is probably fine."

Tiqi was no stranger to his mouth, and then asked: "And then?"

"Then it's none of your business." If Jing Ming really has any ideas, it's his business, silly brother.

"Hmm." Tiqi replied in a low voice, not sure if he really understood.

"Anyway, he won't leave until the day after tomorrow. I'll teach you something better tomorrow."

Hearing what he said, Tibi's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

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In fact, Tibao was very troubled.

Looking at Jingming's appearance, one can see that he is the same kind of person as him, but he doesn't seem like someone who is willing to be suppressed.

But he mentions a good pelican, how could he let a kid who knows how to write and write give it to him!This is absolutely not allowed by Tibao.Since he preemptively strikes, he can't let Tibi be in a weak position as soon as he goes up.

So now he is adopting a roundabout tactic, he can't expose himself first, wait for the enemy to show his feet, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop.Tonight is just a test, if it doesn't work——

talk later.

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Tiba obediently brushed his strawberry-flavored teeth as usual, took a strawberry-flavored bath, and under Tibao's instructions, he walked out wet and awkward.

Jing Ming saw that Tichi came out of the bathroom, his hair was still dripping with water, flowing from the tip of his hair to his beautifully shaped neck, sliding over his protruding collarbone, and finally hiding in the bathrobe.

Timi usually wiped his hair half-dry when he came out of the bathroom, Jing Ming was surprised for a moment and thought it was because he was in a bad mood, "Why don't you wipe your hair?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Titu felt a sudden indentation on the side, and then a warm towel was softly covering his face.

"Hmm..." Tibi was dazed by his gentle touch, and blurted out without thinking: "I want you to brush my hair."

Jing Ming heaved a sigh of relief and laughed, his voice was originally gentle and clean, but now his smile was a little hoarse, as if a buzzing electric current crackled and exploded in Timi's ear, burning half of his ear red.

Tifu lowered his head even lower.

"If you lower your head again, I won't be able to wipe it off." Jing Ming said.

Only then did Tiqi slowly prop up his head, as if the neck was not a bone, but a thin piece of wood, supporting it tremblingly.

It was only then that Jing Ming realized that the tip of the hair was glowing red from the end of his hair down.

He reached out and touched it, "Why is it so red, is the water too hot?"

Tifu could only feel Jingming's slightly cool fingertips sweeping across his skin, and the place that passed by was quickly ignited with a blowing momentum, bringing waves of shudders.

At this moment, he remembered Tifu's teaching.

"At this time, you must show your fragrant shoulders, understand?"

It should be now.

Titu ripped off the bathrobe on his body, without any effort, the belt almost fell apart, which shocked Jingming.

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"Hot?" Jing Ming touched Tiqi's body a few more times, feeling that the person in his hand was shaking all the time.

Jingming was a little anxious, maybe he was sick.He desperately wanted to see Tiqi's expression, but Tiqi kept tilting his head so that he wouldn't see it.

Jing Ming pursed his lips, and forcefully pushed his muffled chin, and saw a pair of unexpected wet eyes with a little dodge.Like some kind of plant that has been washed by the rain, with a fresh and damp breath.He felt as if something had sprung up in his heart like mushrooms after a spring rain.

However, Tiqi didn't look at him for a long time, he held his wrist to remove the force he was holding on his chin, put the slipped bathrobe on his body, pushed him away and ran out.

Jing Ming sat by the bed, looked at his wrist silently, and murmured under the lamp after a long time: "Did you scare him?"

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Tibi held the phone and nestled in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, his heart beating like a drum.He didn't know what was going on with him, his reaction was completely out of his imagination, Brother Baobao hadn't taught him what to do next.

And he's a little weird now.No, it's very strange.

After finally getting through to Tibao's call, he was startled by his hoarse voice as soon as he opened his mouth, "Brother Baby?"

"Oops," Tibbo became interested when he heard his voice, it seemed like a lot of fun, "on base?"

I didn't understand what he meant, and I was so flustered that I didn't go around in circles anymore, and straightforwardly stated his current situation, "Brother Baobao, I'm very strange now..."

Ti Bao heard the pain in his voice, and raised his voice a bit, "What's wrong, that grandson of Jingming bullied you?!"

"No," Tiqi denied this, hugged his knees and curled up into a small ball, and said with difficulty, "My body is very strange and uncomfortable, like a fire, but I'm obviously not wearing anything... ..."

Tibbo understood what was going on with him. It was the first estrous period in his adulthood, which came violently, but it didn't last for a long time.The first time I experienced the mention of estrus, I must have been terrified.

Tibbo ran into the bedroom, took a shirt casually and put it on, comforting Tibow, his tone could be called gentle for the first time, "Wait a minute, I'll be right there. Don't be afraid, my dear." .”

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"It's the middle of the night, what are you doing?" He Liao just came out of the bathroom, his body was still foggy, and he stretched out his arm and grabbed Tibao's trouser waist who was running out in a hurry.

Tibao was so anxious that he forgot the weight of his hand, and knocked off He Liao's hand with a "slap", but he didn't see that the back of He Liao's retracted hand was red.

"My brother is in heat, I have to go and have a look. You go to sleep, don't wait for me."

He Liao lit a cigarette and said slowly, "It's better if you don't go."

Tibao was angry, his eyes froze countless times, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't this what you want?" He Liao was not annoyed, and followed his soft voice, "I heard you when you taught him today."

"It's better for the two of them to be alone now," He Liao said, "I dare say that he won't want to spend his first estrus with his brother."

After He Liao finished speaking, he laughed, his shoulders shrugged, and the cigarette ash almost shook on the bed sheet.

Having said that, Tibao is still worried about his character...

He Liao hugged him from behind, left dense kisses on his neck, put his big hand into his shirt, and whispered seductively in his ear: "Maybe they are doing the same thing as us now..."