Mech's Lure Conspiracy Theory

When the two came out of the warehouse, they realized that the front door of their house was covered with snow, and there were still snowflakes floating in the air. Wen Yan just didn't feel cold in the warehouse because of his excitement, but when he came out, he was terribly cold , hurriedly trotted and planned to enter the door and take a good hot bath. Wen Yan was slippery and was about to fall as soon as he took two steps. Fortunately, Wen Lin reacted quickly enough to catch Wen Yan in two strokes. In the next second, holding Wen Yan, he fell to the ground.

"Well..." The ground was covered with snow, it didn't hurt at all, but it was very cold. Wen Lin's face was close at hand, Wen Yan blinked, and then blinked again, um, kissing at the gate or something, would it be Not too passionate.

With that in mind, Wen Lin's face really came together.

"Wait." Wen Yan suddenly called out.

Wen Lin frowned rather displeased, and only felt that Wen Yan's lips that were a little bit purple from the cold looked so pitiful. If he added a couple of licks and a few bites, would he become his favorite again? red.

So, he lowered his head again, wanting to kiss Wen Yan's lips fiercely.

With a sound of "touch", Wen Lin's face was covered with snowflakes. It turned out that Wen Yan squeezed a snowball while Wen Lin was harboring ill intentions towards him, and then hit him directly in the face.

"Do you want to die?" Wen Lin shook his head angrily, the snow fell on Wen Yan's body, but there was still a lot of snow on his face, the mad tiger made Wen Yan burst out laughing, pinching Wen Lin's face Twitched twice: "It's just a snowball fight, don't be so serious."

Wen Lin grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it on Wen Yan's face, his smile froze immediately, and Wen Yan snorted, "I'm in so much pain."

A nasty smile appeared on the corner of Wen Lin's mouth: "It's just a snowball fight, don't be so serious."

Wen Yan broke away from Wen Lin, grabbed a handful of snow and smashed Wen Lin: "Snowball fight, haha."

When it snows, almost everyone will turn into a child. Two people grab the snow in front of the door and have a snowball fight. Wenlin's sniping is also very good, but it's hard for Wenyan, who is beaten to death by Wenlin's snowball. However, Wen Lin beat him specifically where it hurts. The snowballs were very small, but Wen Yan was already in pain.

Wen Yan threw five snowballs before he could hit Wenlin once, and the snowball he made was relatively loose, and it fell apart immediately when it hit Wenlin. Feeling aggrieved: "It hurts to death, why don't you just pretend you can't hit me."

Wen Lin blinked his eyes: "I can't help it. Although it's just a joke, but I feel in my heart that if I miss, I have to continue practicing."

Wen Yan: "..."

Wen Lin saw that Wen Yan's face was a little unhappy, and then he remembered that Wen Yan was too weak, and it must have hurt a lot when he was hit. If it was caused by the snowball fight just now... Wen Lin regretted it a little.

"Well then, I won't hit you, you can hit me." Wen Lin said.

"It's more or less the same." Wen Yan sat on the snowdrift and squeezed the snowball very attentively.

Wen Lin felt that no matter what Wen Yan did, the snowballs were not too hard, so he squatted down and helped Wen Yan make snowballs. He made about [-] snowballs, and Wen Yan made [-] snowballs, making a total of [-] snowballs. Q: "This is almost the same."

Wen Yan can't bother his man too much, what's the matter, if Wen Lin is injured, the person who feels distressed must be himself, and these thirty snowballs can't do anything to Wen Lin.

Wen Lin stood there motionless, Wen Yan smirked and threw the snowball over.

Wen Lin didn't move his feet, turned his body to one side, and the snowball went elsewhere.

Wen Yan: "..." How dare this guy hide?Wen Yan was so angry that he picked up four snowballs and threw them at the same time. Wen Lin dodged left and right, and just smiled on his face. As a result, a snowball hit him on the head.

The one who was smashed was a little painful, but fortunately, this pain was nothing to him. He bent his mouth and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Of course it doesn't hurt anymore, is Wen Yan as strong as him?Wen Yan was so angry that he started to smash again. When the snowball was over, Wen Lin was only hit five times, and his teeth itched with anger.

"Why are you hiding?" Wen Yan said angrily.

Wen Lin blinked: "If you don't hide, are you waiting to be beaten?"

Wen Yan: "..."

The highest state of being so angry is that he can't say anything. Wen Yan stepped forward without saying a word, and threw Wen Lin to the ground. Wen Lin liked such an enthusiastic Wen Yan very much, and curled the corners of his mouth. A very happy look.

Then, Wen Yan bit Wen Lin's face.

Wen Lin frowned: "Kiss on the mouth, there is nothing to kiss on the face."

Wen Yan was so angry that he was dying.

The two of them had had enough fun. When they got home, they took off their dirty clothes. They took a shower and changed into fluffy pajamas.

The whole body is warm, Wen Yan's face is very ruddy, like a ripe apple, very attractive, Wen Lin swallowed, and said: "I want to eat ribs tonight."

Wen Yan said: "There are no ribs at home, but there are ducks. How about we have duck soup?"

Wen Lin snorted: "I don't like to eat soupy food."

Wen Yan said: "Don't you know that you have to eat hot pot and the like in winter? And you are not asked to only drink soup."

Wen Lin hugged Wen Yan to the dining table in displeasure: "How about drinking your stew?"

Wen Yan laughed loudly: "No way, you even eat me?"

Wen Lin raised his chin, leaned over, and finally kissed his lips as he wished.

The two who were too focused didn't notice that the door was pushed open, and a man in military uniform entered the house and took off his military coat. He seemed to feel that there was something missing in the house, but accidentally saw him kissing at the dining table. two people...

"You...you love me a little bit." Wen Huai'en's furious voice came, Wen Yan was startled, and suddenly felt his heart raised to his throat, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.