After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

Cong Ji said solemnly: "When you reach the crown, if you still like me, you can regard these four-wheeled vehicles as a token of love from me; if you are no longer a broken sleeve, you can use these four-wheeled vehicles The wheelbarrow is my gift to you, not about love."

Wen Qi is not a fool, so he naturally knows that brother Qu has left enough room for him in every word, and thinks of him wholeheartedly, but he doesn't need it.

"Brother Qu, why do you always doubt my intentions for you, I..." He paused, and said frankly, "Although I am not crowned, I firmly believe that I will only be happy with Brother Qu."

Cong Ji is not sure how long he can fall into the dream, this time has been three years of spring and autumn, he accompanied Wen Qi from the year of dancing the spoon to the year of dancing the elephant, if he has not waited for Wen Qi to reach the crown, he will never return What should I do if I have this dream?

In view of this, he actually hopes that Wen Qi can empathize with others, only in this way can he return to his lonely life with peace of mind.

As for his mind, it doesn't matter.

But when he thought that Wen Qi might empathize with someone else, he immediately felt uncomfortable.

He looked at Wen Qi, without saying a word. Finally, he reached out and took Wen Qi into his arms, and kissed Wen Qi's forehead.

Unsatisfied, Wen Qi raised his head, groped with his fingertips to the back of Brother Qu's neck, and hooked it down. Then, passionately and boldly rubbed his lips against Brother Qu's lips, and then poked out With the tip of his tongue, he carefully traced the shape of brother Chu's lips.

Brother Qu has a pair of thin lips, and from the appearance, he is a ruthless person, but from the day that brother Qu jumped off the wall, brother Qu has treated him very tenderly.

Perhaps he was infatuated with brother Qu's gentleness, so he broke his sleeve for brother Qu.

Cong Ji let Wen Qi kiss him, and after a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his lips to suck/suck Wen Qi's warm and soft lips.

Wen Qi's body is not good, and he doesn't have much strength. After being kissed like this, his whole body feels as if his bones have been removed.

Cong Ji let go of Wen Qi's lips, looking at Wen Qi with blurred eyes, both happy and worried.

How great it would be if he could bring Wen Qi out of this dream?

But this idea is too selfish. Wen Qi was born here and grew up here. For him, it is just a dream, but for Wen Qi, it is reality, and Wen Qi still has a mother who loves him.

Wen Qi was still full of meaning, and said softly: "Brother Chu, kiss me again."

Cong Ji lowered his head again, covering Wen Qi's lips.

After this day, Wen Qi would pester brother Qu to kiss him every day, and he would not stop until his face was flushed and his breath was erratic.

But Cong Ji rarely took the initiative to kiss Wen Qi.

The original body was a dandy, although Cong Ji was not as profligate as the original body, nor did he work hard.

One day, Yuan Shen's father taught Cong Ji Haosheng a lesson and sent him to the academy to study.

Cong Ji had only studied with Mr. Yu Zhengyang Yu, and it was the first time he studied in an academy, which was very fresh.

For him, the homework is not difficult, and he even thinks that if it is him who gives the lectures, he must be far better than the teacher.

Because he didn't want to attract attention, nor did he want to gain fame, so he pretended not to understand.

As soon as autumn was approaching, as soon as he came back from the academy, his father told him to study hard in the study, and his father would not release him until Haishi.

Therefore, his daily meeting with Wen Qi was forced to be postponed.

Usually, Wen Qi would have fallen asleep before the hour of Hai, but in order to see Brother Qu, he had to hold back and not allow himself to close his eyes.

It was night, he was extremely sleepy, he pinched his left foot vigorously, and managed to wake himself up.

He never resented himself for being bad at walking, and looked forward to being able to get off the ground as soon as possible, but now, he hated his useless feet very much.

If he was not paralyzed, he would be able to get off the bed, go out of the room, and see brother Qu, instead of passively waiting for brother Qu to come to see him.

I don't know how long it has passed, but he still hasn't seen his elder brother.

Unable to control himself, he sat up with his hands supporting his body, then looked at the ground, and pushed his left foot down hard.

It's a pity that the soles of his feet could barely touch the ground, but he staggered, and he fell heavily from the bed with his body.

He felt the pain, and at the same time, he felt that he was extremely incompetent and had no right to feel the pain.

When he was young, his mother asked him to walk by himself, but every time, he would fall to the ground.

The number of times was too many, and his mother was so distressed that he dared not let him walk by himself.

He couldn't remember the last time he walked by himself, but he remembered that the last time he walked by himself, he couldn't take a step.

"Brother Chu..." He struggled to stand up from the ground, but he couldn't stand up, and instead added more scratches to his body.

After a long time, he had to give up his futile struggle and chose to crawl towards the door.

Inch after inch, he desperately approached the door.

It was clearly autumn, but he was sweating hotly, and his flimsy clothes and trousers were completely stuck to his body.

Before he reached the door, the door was opened abruptly.

He didn't raise his head in time, when the visitor took a closer look, he was embraced by the visitor.

The one who came was naturally Cong Ji.

Cong Ji was heartbroken, and carried Wen Qi back to the bed, and asked eagerly, "What happened?"

As soon as Wen Qi saw Brother Qu, he immediately put his arms around Brother Qu's neck, sobbing with grievance.

Cong Ji patted Wen Qi's back and coaxed, "Don't cry anymore, what happened?"

Wen Qi's eyes were red: "I'm a paralytic, I can't even take the initiative to see Brother Qu."

"Don't think you're paralyzed." But it turned out that Wen Qi was in such a mess because he wanted to take the initiative to see him. Cong Ji couldn't bear to say harsh words, so he kissed Wen Qi's eyes and said, "Don't cry anymore."

But Wen Qi couldn't stop crying, even hiccupped from crying, until brother Qu's clothes were wet from crying, and then burst into tears: "I miss brother Qu."

"I miss Qi'er too." Cong Ji brought a basin of hot water to clean Wen Qi's face, and then touched Wen Qi's skirt with his fingertips, "Your dirty clothes and trousers are soaked through, To avoid catching a cold, how about I wipe your body for you and change into some dry clothes and trousers?"

"Yes." Wen Qi did not refuse.

Cong Ji's heart beat like a drum, and she took off Wen Qi's obscene clothes and trousers tremblingly.

Except for his mother, Wen Qi had never been naked in front of anyone, so he was so shy that he covered his face with his hands.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly realized that his body was extremely weak, so he said with trembling lips: "Brother Chu, isn't my body really ugly?"

"It's not ugly, but there are too many scratches on it." Cong Jifa asked, "Do you have ointment in your room?"

Wen Qi shook his head: "I don't have any ointment in this room."

"I'm going home to get the ointment right now, wait a moment." Cong Ji temporarily covered Wen Qi with a quilt to cover the naked body.

After a while, he returned to Wen Qi's bedside.

Then, he lifted Wen Qi's quilt, causing Wen Qi to call him softly: "Brother Qu, Brother Qu, Brother Qu..."

"I'm lighter. If it hurts, you must tell me." He wiped Wen Qi's body first, and then dipped the ointment with his fingertips and applied it on the scratch.

Wen Qi's whole body was flushed, but he had no reverie, and his heart ached.

After applying the ointment, he took out a pair of dry clothes and trousers, and was about to put them on for Wen Qi, when he heard Wen Qi ask, "Brother Qu, can my body arouse your interest?"

He answered irrelevantly: "You are still too young."

"I...I'm not young anymore, I've already had wet dreams." Wen Qi felt that he was really shameless, and actually told all these private things to his brother, just to let his brother tell him that his Can the body arouse brother Qu's interest?

Cong Ji was startled, rubbed Wen Qi's hair, and remained silent.

"My body really can't arouse brother Qu's interest." Wen Qi wanted to cry again.

Cong Ji wiped Wen Qi's eyes with his fingers and said, "Don't cry."

Wen Qi said timidly: "Is Brother Qu angry with me? Is it because I am too sentimental that Brother Qu hates you?"

Cong Ji said seriously: "I'm not angry, nor do I think you're being sentimental, and I don't hate you."

Wen Qi smiled, and said slyly: "Since Brother Qu doesn't think I'm being affectionate, it means that Brother Qu also likes me."

Cong Ji didn't answer the question.

Wen Qi arched into Cong Ji's arms, and said coquettishly: "Brother Qu, tell me quickly, brother Qu is also happy with me."

Cong Ji didn't say a word, thinking about how to avoid this topic.

Wen Qi said angrily: "Brother Qu dares to please me, but he doesn't dare to be a man. How can he be called an upright man?"

Cong Ji laughed and said, "I don't want to be a big man, but I can be a young man."

"Then brother Qu will be my little husband." Wen Qi looked bright and kissed Cong Ji, "I will not despise brother Qu."

"Thank you, Qi'er, for not despising me." Cong Ji said solemnly, "Qi'er, have you ever thought that your mother and I are the only ones around you, and you are at the beginning of love, and you mistakenly regard your dependence on me as happiness?"

Wen Qi asked back: "Brother Chu is not me, how do you know that I am not really happy with you?"

"Assuming your feelings are really pleasing, if there are women of the same age around you, maybe you won't be pleasing to me." Before the words fell, Cong Ji saw Wen Qi's face darken.

Wen Qi stared at Cong Ji and said, "Brother Chu, how can you make a judgment?"

Cong Ji said apologetically, "I made a slip of the tongue."

"Brother Qu pushes back and forth, he must hate me." Wen Qi broke free from Brother Qu's arms, turned his back to Brother Qu, and wrapped himself in a quilt.

"Prayer." Cong Ji called out, but Wen Qi's attitude did not soften.

He had to say frankly: "Qi'er, I admit that I am also happy with you."

Wen Qi turned around immediately, facing Cong Ji, then revealed his burning eyes from under the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Qu really pleases me?"

Cong Ji said without hesitation: "Really."

Wen Qi raised his brows with joy, looked at Shenghui, took Cong Ji's hand, and said shakingly: "As soon as I reach the crown, Brother Qu will have to talk to me."

Cong Ji nodded, and said in his heart: "Qi'er, I hope I can stay with you forever and never leave."