just stick to you

As for some men, they have a contradictory notion that it’s okay to bully their own family members, but it’s courting death for outsiders to bully them. Mingrui is like this, “The slap marks on your neck are from the people who blackmailed you?”

"Yes." It's such a blessing that misfortunes never come singly. Don't make a sound in your throat, even swallowing saliva hurts. This familiar discomfort often hits Ming Ziqiao's body when the seasons change. He thinks he has caught a cold. .

"Damn it, who doesn't have eyes and dares to hit you and blackmail you?" Although Mingrui hasn't lived in this city for long, he just knows two local snakes with backgrounds and backgrounds --- Su Muyuan and Guo Guanxiang --- this point, It was enough to make ordinary punks keep away from him and the Tu family's gymnasium.

Ming Ziqiao also wanted to pour out all his grievances, but he was dying of thirst, his feet were sore and sore, he was too lazy to stand up and move around, so he pointed at his throat pitifully, "It hurts, I want to drink water."

Mingrui walked into the kitchen quickly, opened the refrigerator and took out the loquat paste, poured a few spoonfuls into a mug and mixed it with hot water, brought it over and put it on the tea table, and then took Ming Ziqiao's hand to make him sit up.

"Do you know the name of the one who blackmailed you?" Putting the mug into Ming Ziqiao's hand and letting him hold it, Mingrui stood aside and watched him drink in small sips, "Is it from our school or from outside the school?" ?”

The mouth-burning but essentially cool dark brown liquid relieved the discomfort in the throat little by little, Ming Ziqiao raised his eyes to meet Mingrui, and his heart warmed up little by little.

In fact, when things happen, he still cares about me. The sadness that seems like the sky is about to fall is instantly soothed by such a cup of hot sweet drink.

"The leader is Xue Xinghao, and he hit me on the neck." Ming Ziqiao's memory is good. He remembers all the names of people Yang Sijie said clearly. The one who got up is Gu Wenlong."

There are so many dirty gray marks on Ming Ziqiao's uniform jacket, so that's how it came about.

"Where are they blackmailing you?" Xue Xinghao is a man of influence, and even a frequent visitor to the instructor's room. Gu Wenlong is his long-standing friend (little guy). They often blackmail some weaker and disadvantaged classmates. These Mingrui I have heard of it for a long time.

"Behind the gymnasium." Ming Ziqiao liked the peaceful place at first, but after being broken into in the afternoon, it suddenly became a dead end for law and order in his heart.

"Your cleaning area?" It turned out to be there, Mingrui couldn't help frowning, it was one of the permanent places where the bad guys in the school hang out.

"Yeah." Putting the empty cup on the table, Ming Ziqiao wanted to stretch, but shrugged her shoulders with an ooh, and rubbed her chest with a bitter expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Chest, it hurts." It turned out to be fine, why did it have a straining pain for no reason?Ming Ziqiao recalled carefully, it should be when she was thrown down, she hurt the ground.

Mingrui scolded several times in his heart, but his face was still calm, "Go take a bath, take more hot water, I'll get you a sore patch later."

"...Oh." My feet are very uncomfortable, can you carry me?Although Mingrui soaked loquat cream for him and asked about the bad news in the afternoon, his attitude was not very clear, and Ziqiao didn't dare to really say this request.

Mingrui saw Ming Ziqiao standing up slowly with the arm of the chair, hunched over and walking towards the stairs in small steps, and felt inexplicably angry in his heart. Get out the phone and call Guanzi to ask questions.

There is a gymnasium at home, what kind of stickers do you want? Hearing that Mingrui opened the door without telling him and went out again, the desolation of not being taken seriously, crawled back to Mingziqiao and managed to recover a little bit atrium.

Standing under the shower head, Ming Ziqiao forced himself to wash his hair first, then took a towel and applied shower gel, and scrubbed his aching body with less than one-third of his usual strength. Every time he wiped a bruise, his His lips trembled.

According to news reports, this latest wave of flu will be accompanied by symptoms of headache and bone aches at first, but now he can't figure out whether his discomfort is because he was injured and cried hard, or he really caught a cold.

After taking a shower and returning to the room, Mingrui, who was sitting at the desk, turned to look at him when he heard the door open. Since the second uncle of the Tu family was transferred back to this city, he began to share the room with Ming Ziqiao who dared not refuse him. .

"Pick up your clothes yourself." Ming Ziqiao had just sat down on the bed when Mingrui stood in front of him, holding a plaster that smelled like traditional Chinese medicine before it was lifted, "Where does it hurt the most? Just make a sound."

Ming Ziqiao nodded, and after rushing into the hot bath, the headache was no longer so painful.

The spring in February is still cold, and the hair on the chest that touches the cold air stands on end, and the two dark red bumps on Ming Ziqiao's chest are very attractive to Mingrui's eyes.

The kind of lust that shouldn't be there is because the distance is not enough, because Ming Ziqiao smells really good, Mingrui's heart and crotch are almost at the same time, and there is a tendency to move around.

But I just saw it, and I haven't touched it yet, Mingrui teased himself in his heart, the Chuhe-Han boundary that he tried so hard to dig between the two of them these days, wouldn't it be ruined just by touching it?

"Mingrui hurry up, I'm going to be cold." You want to wait for me to sneeze and runny nose before you start posting it?Why do you want me to lift up my clothes and stand in front of me without moving?

"...Here, will it hurt?" Mingrui realized that he was staring at the two little meatballs in a daze after being urged like this. He quickly cleared his throat and stretched out two fingers to press Ming Ziqiao's. chest.

"A little lower." Mingrui's fingers were very warm, and it was very comfortable to press lightly like this.

"here?"

"A little bit to the left." A gust of dark wind hit Ming Ziqiao shivering.

"Wait a minute." Mingrui found that the skin under his fingertips was pimples. He let go of his hands and raised one leg and knelt on the bed. He pulled a quilt that was folded against the wall and shook it off. The drape on both sides was equal in length On Ming Ziqiao's shoulder.

"It's not cold, is it? Come on, continue." Ming Rui pressed his finger on Ming Ziqiao again, seeing the young boy's cheeks gradually turning pink, he felt even more uncomfortable, "What about here?"

When Mingrui went to pull the quilt just now, almost half of Mingrui's body was folded on Mingziqiao's. In the past half a month, Mingrui has been laying the floor, and he has hardly been so close to Mingziqiao. He smelled Mingrui's familiar breath, Ming Ziqiao felt that there seemed to be a sense of peace of mind that could feel the weight, and it slowly suppressed the bewildered emptiness in his body, making him almost want to pull Ming Rui to bed and lie down under his armpits...

"Mingrui." Ming Ziqiao just wanted to be hugged now, completely forgetting the purpose of Mingrui asking him to lift up his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Mingrui heard Mingziqiao call out to him coquettishly, and a certain part responded more excitedly than he was willing to admit.

Ma's little brother, if he can't do it, he can't do it. Mingrui really wants to pinch that estrous part that has no sense of ethics.

He is a family member. The family members understand and don't understand, and if they are in heat, they will be struck by lightning.

(13 fresh coins) 046 [Nephew Gong Shushou, first year] Just went out to fight with someone?

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"You seem to have been tossing and turning for the past few nights. Isn't it, uh, it's too cold on the ground?" But there is one person who doesn't want to keep him at a safe distance tonight, with a look of anticipation and anticipation on his face With a pitiful expression, "Before this wave of cold snaps away, you can hug the quilt and pillow and sleep with me?"

Ming Rui, who had been forcing himself to magnify Ming Ziqiao's shortcomings so that he could continue and firmly hate him, was about to say no when the phone in his back pocket started to vibrate.

"Hello? Oh, how did you find out? Well, I know..." Ming Rui signaled Ming Ziqiao to put down the clothes with his eyes, put the patch on the desk, turned around and left the room.

This lecture lasted for seven or eight minutes. Ming Rui hung up the call and came in again. Ming Ziqiao had already activated the switch of the electric blanket under her body, covering herself so that only her nose was exposed outside the quilt.

"Hey, don't sleep yet, the patch hasn't been put on yet." Through the silk quilt, Ming Rui shook Ming Ziqiao who had closed his eyes.

"...I don't want to post it anymore." Ming Ziqiao didn't want to expose her chest to the cold air as it was warm under the quilt.

"Whatever you want, if it hurts so much that you can't get up tomorrow, that's your fault." Ming Ziqiao didn't have any obvious bruises on his chest. Mingrui saw that his hair was wet, and he could still raise his hands to wash his hair, so he thought it should be The injury was not serious, "Hey, slacker, get up and dry your hair before going to sleep, be careful of catching a cold and pneumonia."

"I'm out of strength... I don't want to move..." The half-opened eyes were full of sleepiness, and the muttering voice was endearing, "You can blow it for me, okay?"

"I'm going out for a while, I don't have time, you play it yourself." Mingrui came in again, in addition to putting stickers on Ming Ziqiao, and explaining this matter, "If I don't come back after the early morning, I will sleep in the living room tonight gone."

"Where are you going?" The boy who was lying down very well, leaving more than half of the space on the bed, not only opened his eyes, but also widened his eyes, "It's almost eleven o'clock, and we have class tomorrow! "

To avenge you, but Ming Rui, who is used to keeping a low profile and afraid of Ming Ziqiao jumping up and hugging him, did not say so, "Even if you are my uncle, I have already turned eighteen and I am an adult, and I have the freedom of an adult. Tell you so much, right?"

"But!" The young man who needed the young man's warm embrace to comfort his wounded body quickly sat up on his knees, and grabbed the sleeve of the coat that was close to him by the young man who was about to walk out the door.

"But what?" Ming Ziqiao pouted, looking like a pet dog clinging to its owner. Ming Rui couldn't hold back.