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Zhuo Jie raised his hand to cover Mi Hu's eyes and shouted "It's not suitable for children". Yu Wenqiu's ears were hot. Amidst Zhuo Jie's tut-tsk sounds, he led the shameless and aggressive Wan Sui back to the house.

At the end of summer, the sky is long, and the outside is not yet completely dark. The light of the sky before disappearing reluctantly touches the window sill, leaving a hazy and lingering shadow.

Wan Sui thought of his own room, which was so messy all the year round that it was as if some strange barrier had been set up by the owner. Entering the door in such a small space could make people feel lost.

Different from his house, Yu Wenqiu's room is simple and clean, even the furniture is different than his, at first glance it seems a bit empty.

Wan Sui's gaze wandered slowly across the room.

There was a gap in the closet, and a corner of the ripped T-shirt was exposed.On one side of the bedside table was a mug around the team, which contained a shallow cup of unfinished boiled water.The thin blanket was folded in half and then folded in half, thickly folded and thrown on the pillow, and the bed sheet had slight wrinkles that were not smoothed out.Several stickers were scattered scattered on the head of the bed, so small that they could hardly be seen at a glance.

Wan Sui slightly squinted his... nearsighted eyes, and saw clearly the stickers, which were a few letters arranged irregularly, with E, R, A, S, U, T, M pasted here and there. , N.Although each letter appeared only once, Wan Sui knew at a glance that there were two names hidden in it.

Wan Sui smiled and walked into the room.

In this empty room at first glance, there are traces of Yu Wenqiu's life in every detail. The longer Yu Wenqiu lives, the more traces become more publicized.

Although Yu Wenqiu's contract is only until the end of this season for the time being, Wan Sui is sure that Yu Wenqiu is not a temporary tenant, and he will not check in with that small black suitcase and then leave one day without nostalgia.

He is the master of this room, because the room is written with names, the names of two people.

Wan Sui even felt that he also had the right to use this room, so he was not obviously happy.

"Let the princess buy you a small sofa, you can pile clothes, or ask auntie for a clothes basket." Long live Lord sat on the other side of the bedside table, raised his chin and used the authority of the owner, and began to point out, "Buy again A set of desk chairs, even if you don’t read books, you can free your notebook from your bag—or pick a few comic books from me.”

"I don't buy a sofa, and I don't sit on it. I don't want a clothes basket, and the bathroom is not far away. Auntie will help collect the clothes after putting them away." Yu Wenqiu rejected the advice of the Lord Long Live one by one, "It's good to put the notebook in the bag, no take up space."

Wan Sui raised his eyebrows shamelessly: "Where are the comics?"

Yu Wenqiu thought for a while, then smiled: "I'll borrow it from you, and I'll return it to you after I borrow it."

Wan Sui pondered for a moment and commented: "Hmm...it sounds like an excuse to visit my room, but it's much more natural than ointments and skin care products."

Yu Wenqiu came over and stood between Wan Sui's slender legs, hugged Wan Sui's neck with a smirk.

Wan Sui stretched out his hand to stroke Yu Wenqiu's back, and his tone was a bit melancholy: "Qiu Bao, the excuse is just to use it, when are you going to use it? When you first came to the base, you were clamoring to visit my room. Didn't mention it either."

Yu Wenqiu leaned over and buried Wan Sui's neck and shoulders, blinking his eyes on purpose and rubbing the skin of Wan Sui's neck with his eyelashes: "Well, can your room hold me?"

"I can fit it." Wan Sui felt a little itchy, so he raised his palm and patted Yu Wenqiu's back, and Lord Long Live made a big concession, "I can clean it up, I can't fit you if I can't fit it, right? "

Yu Wenqiu was still grinning in Wansui's ear, and it sounded like he didn't quite believe Long Live Lord's statement that "it can be cleaned up".

Wan Sui lifted Yu Wenqiu off his body and let him sit on the head of the bed.Yu Wenqiu took advantage of the situation and stretched his waist, kicked off the slippers and stretched his legs, leaned on Wan Sui's arm as soon as he was crooked, and Wan Sui raised his hand to put Yu Wenqiu's shoulder.

"Captain, you said the day after tomorrow...can I beat Xiao?" Yu Wenqiu curled his lips, "All the water friends in my live broadcast room said that it was reasonable for me to lose to Xiao. It's understandable, and they didn't scold me."

Wan Sui thought it was a little funny: "Aren't you uncomfortable without scolding you?"

Yu Wenqiu shrunk down and almost lay flat, with one leg hanging dangling from the edge of the bed: "You can only grow when you are scolded, and it's not like I will stop growing when I grow up to a small level, making him seem like the ceiling of our career Same, I don’t recognize it.”

"He's not," Wan Sui said half-seriously and half-coaxingly, "Didn't he also suffer from your beatings, which shows that his development is not very good."

Yu Wenqiu said seriously: "Well, I'm better developed than him."

Wan Sui raised his eyebrows lightly, suddenly he was a little dreamy.

As a pure and clean kid, Yu Wenqiu couldn't immediately see through the yellow waste flowing in the old otaku's mind. He was so ignorant that he even bent his legs, lifted up the hem of his shorts, and scratched it.

Wan Sui remembered that the last time he was "seduced" by Yu Wenqiu was when he was drunk and wanted to take him back to the base by himself.

At that time, Yu Wenqiu was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt with Eras written on it, which could not cover his fair and slender legs.

Wan Sui averted his eyes.

Yu Wenqiu mischievously put the legs hanging on the edge of the bed on Wan Sui's knees and dangled them, muttering: "Xiao Xiao in the arena is notoriously bold and careful, which is completely different from playing blindly in the live broadcast. It may not be able to kill him, but their support is not as good as Maozai, tsk, their skills are not as good as others, I still consider binding with Maozai..."

"The coach will help you think about these things." Wan Sui replied absent-mindedly. He didn't look like a good captain who would do his best for the team. He changed the subject and said, "...By the way, last time you called your friend, I didn't ask. You created another account?"

"Well," Yu Wenqiu was still thinking about "[-] ways to kill Xiao". When asked about the trumpet, he just responded casually, and then remembered to add after a few seconds, "Well, but I still want to play. hooray!"

"I didn't say I won't let you play." Wan Sui smiled.

Wan Sui turned his body slightly, looked at Yu Wenqiu who was half lying down from top to bottom, and suddenly asked irrelevantly: "...where do we start?"

Yu Wenqiu was stunned: "What?"

For no reason, Yu Wenqiu felt that Wan Sui's expression at this moment was similar to that when he made an excuse to borrow some ointment.

The corners of Wan Sui's mouth curled up slightly, and he leaned back against the wall with his head up, exposing his distinctly protruding Adam's apple even more.

He licked his lower lip very lightly and quickly, with a bit of malicious teasing in his eyes, and an indistinct and undisguised smile in his voice: "Isn't it Suishen's little licking dog? Where do you want to start licking? "

Before Yu Wenqiu could react, Wan Sui raised his hand and wiped the corner of Yu Wenqiu's mouth: "Is the mouth okay?"

Yu Wenqiu's mind was buzzing, and he realized that his small ID seemed to... provoke Wan Sui.

"One Hundred Ways to Kill Xiao" was forced to delete the entire article before it could be saved. Yu Wenqiu was so full of eyes that only Wan Sui, who was not shameless and aggressive, who seduced children was left.

When Wan Sui made a joke before, Yu Wenqiu didn't think it was a big deal—but now Yu Wenqiu finally realized what Wan Sui meant when he said that he was like a human trafficker.

Because Yu Wenqiu is convinced that as long as Wan Sui hooks his hands, he will be willing to help him count the money without complaint.

Yu Wenqiu withdrew his legs and sat up on his knees.

He climbed onto Wansui's shoulder, tentatively approached, and lightly licked the corner of Wansui's mouth.

Wan Sui's Adam's apple twitched, and his voice lowered: "Well... what else is there?"

Yu Wenqiu curled up his fingers, endured the beating drum-like throbbing and overwhelming embarrassment, moved slowly to the base of Wansui's ears, and then poked out the tip of his tongue to lightly flick it.

Without waiting for Wan Sui to ask again, Yu Wenqiu made inferences, pulled Wan Sui's neckline with trembling hands, and licked and kissed Wan Sui's neck and shoulders ambiguously all the way down.

Wan Sui choked for breath for a brief moment.

He raised his hand subconsciously——but with the utmost restraint, he pinched the fabric of Yu Wenqiu's trousers with his fingertips, and rubbed it in his hand.The small rustling movement passed through the fabric to Yu Wenqiu's legs, and then climbed along the tailbone to the waist, Yu Wenqiu arched his back in itching.

Wan Sui's movements stopped, but his breathing still scorched the skin of Yu Wenqiu and him.

Yu Wenqiu even curled up his toes. He pressed his hot eyes on Wan Sui's tough shoulders. He couldn't tell who was hotter for a while, and he just gave himself out without reservation, and murmured: "... Can."

Wan Sui confirmed with a hoarse voice, "What can I do?"

Yu Wenqiu realized without a teacher that Wan Sui's hand should have wanted to poke in through the gap between the trouser leg and the skin to touch him.

So Yu Wenqiu said "yes" again.

Like handing over the keys to a house, shy and frank, intimately shared part of his privacy with Wan Sui.

Wan Sui's hand wrapped around him unceremoniously, and the warmth of his palm seemed to be able to brand Yu Wenqiu's name.

Thin blankets that had been folded in half and then in half were scattered from the pillow, and the folds on the sheets might have been messed up a bit before being smoothed out. Without the sofa, Yu Wenqiu's clothes had to be thrown messily on the ground.

Wan Sui has a wonderful ability, and wherever he goes, it is completely chaotic.

Yu Wenqiu was like a stubborn man who must keep his word, touched Wan Sui's heart with his wet lips, and wanted to continue, but Wan Sui pinched his chin.

"Okay, Qiubao, okay..." Wan Sui was not so easy to pick up the person, let Yu Wenqiu sit on his body face to face, and said helplessly, "You are so good, I can't bear to make more progress gone."

Soon Yu Wenqiu fell into Wansui's tenderness, the strange desire made him tremble and bewildered, and the familiar and Wansui's breath made him rely on him wholeheartedly.

Yu Wenqiu whimpered and fell into Wan Sui's arms.

Wan Sui tilted his head and kissed his ear.

"I... don't like the cold," Yu Wenqiu was still a little confused, speaking without logic, and his voice was very soft, "but I... suddenly want the weather to get colder."