After I became a sperm, the whole world fell in love with me

Shall I wipe it for you...?

Ji Weiran: "!

What the hell was he talking about just now!

Ji Weiran reacted, his face turned red, brighter than the color of the crayfish he ate at night.

Feng Che's eyes darkened, and he realized what he was talking about. He frowned deeply, and subconsciously took a step back.

"..."

Seeing his avoidance, Ji Weiran took a deep breath.

Hehe, the protagonist Gong is treating him as some jackal or leopard!

However, although the mission process was a thousand miles apart, the results were surprisingly consistent.

But he didn't want things to develop into such a ghost!

Ji Weiran sighed with a headache.

Feng Che recovered from the shock, and looked at the boy kneeling in front of him with an indescribable expression.

This angle is really...cough.

Feng Che moved his throat, his silver-gray eyes were bottomless, he stretched out a hand, directly pulled the person up, turned around and pushed the person to the corner.

Immediately afterwards, the voice seemed to be suppressing his anger, he squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man in front of him coldly.

There was a trace of instability in the cold voice.

"Who taught you this?"

Ji Weiran only felt dizzy after a moment of dizziness.

When he slowed down, he realized that he was being cornered by someone in a wall-to-wall manner.

Ji Weiran blinked in confusion: "?"

"Who taught you?" Feng Che asked again.

"What, what teach me?" Ji Weiran asked in a daze, unable to realize what Feng Che was saying.

Feng Che looked at the young man in front of him, his pair of moist peach blossom eyes were vivid and clear, and with just a slight blink, he could touch people's heartstrings.

His eyes sank, he managed to stabilize his voice, and said coldly, "Playing stupid?"

"?" Ji Weiran didn't understand anymore.

What the hell is he talking about?

Ji Weiran looked at the man in front of him without blinking his eyes. Feng Che's Adam's apple was very sharp, and it rolled up and down at this moment, which was indescribably sexy.

The handsome eyebrows looked at him deeply, and there seemed to be many complicated emotions hidden inside. The man's aura was very strong, and Ji Weiran saw himself in a daze in his eyes.

Looking down, the corner of Feng Che's tightly pursed lips came into view.

Ji Weiran understood immediately.

The protagonist Gong is... very angry!

Thinking about it, even though he was really slippery this time, he just caught up with the impartiality.

But no matter which novel this kind of plot is placed in, it is a childish plot that is enough to be bloody, and the protagonist Gong presumably thinks so.

Unintentionally, Ji Weiran coughed lightly, and quickly thought of countermeasures in his mind.

However, at this moment, Feng Che suddenly reached out his hand.

The slender and cold fingers slowly pressed Ji Weiran's lips with a cold touch.

His movements were very slow, as if he was treating a precious work of art, he gently rubbed the soft lips with his rough fingertips, his movements were slow and gentle.

Ji Weiran's brain short-circuited with a bang.

But Feng Che didn't intend to stop.

"I..." Ji Weiran watched Feng Che's movements helplessly, not knowing what to think at all, his hands and feet seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move at all.

After a while, the storm in Feng Che's eyes seemed to have finally stopped, and the grinding movements finally stopped.

He lightly raised his eyelids, pointed his finger at Ji Weiran's eyes, and said in a flat tone: "Milk."

"Ah..." Ji Weiran hastily wiped the corner of his mouth.

However, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a tall figure approached him again.

That handsome face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, Ji Weiran felt that the tips of their noses were almost touching together, and he closed his eyes suddenly in fright.

When there was only two centimeters left, Feng Che finally stopped.

The warm breath mixed with the scent of milk wafted between the two of them.

He stared at Ji Weiran for a while, looking at the young man's trembling expression like a frightened bunny, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Open your eyes."

Hearing this, Ji Weiran closed his eyes even tighter.

Feng Che pinched his chin, his voice was a bit cold: "Is it fun?"

After finishing speaking, before he could answer, he continued to ask: "Are you still flirting?"

A deep and sexy voice sounded in the quiet room, and the voice was a little hoarse.

Ji Weiran: "..."

So the protagonist Gong was just teasing back? !

Ji Weiran reacted, and suddenly let go of his heart, and gradually calmed down his beating heartbeat.

you are vicious!

This is the so-called mutual torture, right?

Ji Weiran gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled, and confessed his mistake to the man in a soft manner.

"Stop flirting."

- Strange.

Just after Ji Weiran finished speaking, he gestured downwards and looked at him in a daze: "Brother Feng, I'll wash it for you when you take it off—"

Sure enough, before he could finish speaking, his hands were firmly clamped by the man again.

It's just too strong!

"It's not over yet?" Feng Che asked in a hoarse voice, with an extremely suppressed look, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Ji Weiran kicked him crying, begging for mercy, "Brother Feng, I feel so hurt..."

Feng Che was unmoved, and looked at him coldly: "Are you still flirting?"

Damn, if you can't flirt with her, you'll be rough, right?

Ji Weiran glared at him angrily, with tears in his eyes, but he complained unreasonably: "Feng Che, you don't love me anymore!"

His voice was originally soft, but now he was humming and playing with his temper. Although he called him by his first name, it sounded no different from being coquettish.

Instead, it has a different meaning.

This was the first time Ji Weiran called him by his first name, Feng Che's cold eyes moved slightly.

Feng Che coughed lightly: "I'm not—"

"Ah-choo!" Ji Weiran suddenly sneezed, the sound was so loud that he was shocked.

He froze in place, his momentum suddenly weakened.

The dumb hair on the top of the head shook.

At this time, Ji Weiran was only wearing a shirt that could barely cover his buttocks, and his small skeleton looked even thinner under the loose shirt, as if he could fall down when the wind blows.

Those slender legs were straight and long, and the white tender feet stepped on the floor naked, and the toes were a little red from the cold.

A strong wind suddenly blew up outside the window, and the tree branches beat against the glass, making the whistling sound a little scary.

Feng Che was interrupted and forgot what he was going to say just now. Seeing his state, he frowned and picked him up.

There was a trace of imperceptible tension in the cold voice: "Have you caught a cold?"

The man's big hands were very warm, covering his cool skin, Ji Weiran instinctively moved her into his arms.

But Ji Weiran reacted quickly, and said awkwardly: "...you let me down first."

What's wrong with hugging people at every turn!

Bullying me is not as strong as you?

Ji Weiran pursed her lips, stared at the man in front of her, visually measured Feng Che's height, and seriously considered the possibility of hugging him.

Feng Che ignored his words, and directly carried him into the bathroom, and placed him on a soft stool beside him.

He turned on the switch, and the bathtub was filled with hot water in a short while.

Feng Che tested the temperature of the water and stood up: "Go in and take a dip to drive out the cold."

After finishing speaking, before Ji Weiran could speak, he turned and left the bathroom.

……

Ji Weiran stuck out his tongue at his back, took off his crumpled shirt, slipped into the water, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Feng Che changed out of the wet sports pants and threw them into the laundry basket beside him.

He looked at the sketch he hadn't finished just now, picked up the pen, and started drawing again.

Ji Weiran's actions just now appeared in his mind, Feng Che paused, shook his head, put aside distracting thoughts, and concentrated on drawing.

The stern profile was reflected on the window, with a focused and serious expression.

Ding

[Congratulations to the host, the side mission has been completed, and the extra bonus points have arrived~]

Ji Weiran was drowsy from soaking in the water, when he suddenly heard the system notification sound, he suddenly regained his energy.

Did Feng Che finish his homework for him?

Ji Weiran suddenly discovered the joy of being a millet bug.

He climbed out of the bathtub, dried his hair, wrapped himself up in a big towel, and walked out of the bathroom slowly.

After Feng Che finished drawing the manuscript, he came out to drink water, and happened to see this picture.

He looked at Ji Weiran who wrapped himself up like a silkworm baby, and raised his handsome eyebrows.

Ji Weiran happily asked: "Brother Feng, have I finished my homework?"

Feng Che put down his water glass and frowned: "What homework?"

"..." Oops, I slipped my tongue!

Ji Weiran hastened to make amends: "Ah, no, it's the design drawing that I don't know how to draw...Brother Feng, have you drawn it yet?"

He looked at Feng Che sincerely, as innocent as his eyes could be.

Feng Che squinted his eyes, and directly pointed it out: "So you've been arguing for so long tonight because you want me to help you with your homework?"

"No!" Ji Weiran shook his head like a rattle.

He bit back and asked angrily, "Brother Feng, how can you miss me so much!"

Feng Che let out a soft snort, and directly carried him into the study.

after an hour.

Ji Weiran was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, and he almost knocked his head on the table a few times.

Feng Che helped him, shook him, and continued: "Here is a calculation formula, which can be written as—"

"boom!"

Ji Weiran was startled in the dream, and kicked the chair next to him over.

"..." Feng Che put down his pen and woke him up.

"Huh?" Ji Weiran looked around sleepily, and straightened up, "What's wrong? Are you going to be late?"

Feng Che pushed him back, and said in a calm tone, "Sleep after you learn this."

"???" It's not over yet!

Ji Weiran begged aggrievedly: "Brother Feng, let's go to bed, and we can learn better tomorrow?"

"How much do you understand?" Feng Che raised his eyes and asked him.

Ji Weiran was angry.

He pulled off the bath towel, suddenly revealing his delicate and beautiful collarbone, the crimson butterfly-shaped birthmark was about to fly, and the scent of milk wafted from his nostrils.

The snow-white skin is ambiguous under the warm yellow light.

"Sleep or not?" Ji Weiran asked.

He was not confident and refused to leave him.

Feng Che's eyes darkened, he put down the pen and paper, picked up the bath towel and wrapped him tightly again.

"Look at the question."

Ji Weiran: "...?"

Is he still indifferent when he is like this?

Sure enough, it's not a man!

The author has something to say: Wow, a lot of white liquid, thank you all (*/ω＼*)