My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

In the lobby of a magnificent hotel, there was such a scene that people couldn't help but look sideways.

Two big and strong boys each took one hand of the man in the middle and put it on their shoulders, and moved forward carefully, step by step with great difficulty.

And behind them, followed a little boy who was impeccably elegant both in appearance and behavior.

The latter crossed his arms and stared at their backs intently. Seeing that they were a little careless, he was about to frown and say:

"Easy!"

"Yes, yes." The two boys responded repeatedly.

When they finally arrived at the room that Fengyou had opened early in the morning, inserted the room card, and put Song Wang on the bed, they breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off their foreheads.

"My god, I've never been so tired in my life."

"Cousin, can we go?"

Hearing the boy's question, Ke Yanze nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, close the door before leaving."

"Hey! Good!" After responding with a smile, the two quickly evacuated from here.

After they left, the room returned to calm again.

The child looked at Song Wang who was lying on the bed in a deep sleep, and scratched his hair a little irritably.

Oops, I shouldn't let them go so quickly, Song Wang can't just sleep with his clothes on like this?

Hmm... But let them help you undress or something, forget it.

What should they do if they are so careless?

The child looked around for a while, and decided that it would be more realistic for him to do it.

He walked to the bed, first pushed Song Wang's body, and seeing that the other party still didn't respond, he said as if to comfort himself:

"Did I help you undress?"

The man on the bed was lying on his side, humming and saying something: "I want...to take a shower..."

Ke Yanze didn't hear clearly, so he stepped forward a little bit, and asked, "What did you say?"

"To take a shower..."

"Bath?" The child frowned, and poked the man's face a few times with his hands, his tone full of distrust: "Can you do it?"

"Then...you help me..."

"Song Wang," the child straightened up, with his hips akimbo, with a serious expression on his face: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Song Wang, who was named, squinted his misty eyes, stared at him for a long time, then nodded with a smile: "I know."

"You are responsible for what you say, you know?"

"I know."

Hearing the "Yeah" at the end of the other party's two sentences, Ke Yanze knew that he must not be awake yet.

He is so serious on weekdays, talking nonsense after drinking, it really makes people don't know what to say.

He looks listless, even his shining eyes are stained with a bit of sensual drunkenness, his rosy skin is so smooth under the light that it seems that water can be squeezed out, his thin lips are opening and closing, muttering softly Nonsense, people look at it, and they can't help but think about it.

I don't know why the heartbeat was a little messy, but when he realized it, he found that the distance between their faces was less than ten centimeters.

The other party's warm and alcoholic breath sprayed all over his face, causing deep tremors everywhere he passed.

Backing away in a little panic, Ke Yanze tried to calm his breath, trying to expel those evil thoughts from his mind.

Just now there was such a momentary urge to kiss her.

But the strange thing is that I didn't drink alcohol, but I always had some weird feelings in my mind.