Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

What happened in this world, Rao Fyodor, could not help but hold his forehead, hesitated to speak, and got stuck several times.

He can complete the antecedents and deduce the consequences from the few words recorded in the book, and it is precisely because of this that he feels a headache.

This Dazai is completely insane.

Especially Mingliu looked at him eagerly, trying to make him tell what Osamu Dazai wanted to do.

The things recorded in the book were too messy, otherwise he wouldn’t have shown the book to Fyodor—in general, Dazai was very similar to Fedya.

Dazai is a bad cat.

So Fei Jia is also...

cough.

Ming Liu put his thoughts back, bad cats probably need encouraging education, as long as they firmly believe that they are good cats: "Fei Jia, Fei Jia, Fei Jia is the best, what is Dazai going to do? "

After waking up, he felt wronged all over. When he thought of Dazai telling him "we don't know each other well", he really wanted to hang him on a street lamp to enjoy the night breeze, hang him up and beat him until he cried.

—It's a pity they don't know each other well.

"Fei Jia—" Ming Liu called out in a soft voice, acting like a baby one after another.Of course, he could see that Fyodor had a strange expression, so he wanted to know what the Dazai of this world wanted to do.

It's not always about wanting Mafia to dominate the world.

He moved closer, trying to see which page Fyodor was looking at, but it was just a plain page with useless information messily recorded on it, and the fine print was thin and numb, which was a headache.

Fyodor lowered his eyes again, refusing to say anything.

"Feja."

Ming Liu yelled again, held Fyodor's face and forced him to come over, and gnawed a few mouthfuls indiscriminately.

"What exactly does Dazai-kun want to do?"

He used sex and seduction shamelessly, and Fyodor couldn't bear it shamefully. He couldn't retreat in the cramped attic, and could only be forced to accept cats and cats' chaotic kisses.

The lips that had been bitten during the day were a little red again.

"Does Mingliu-jun really want to know?"

"of course."

He pulled Fyodor's collar down, dropped a kiss on his fragile neck, and then clung to it, hugging Tie Tie.

Fyodor was tickled by him and was helpless.

He couldn't just say that the Osamu Dazai of this world was going to die. If that was the case, Ming Liu would definitely rush out and hang him on the street lamp immediately.

He subtly didn't want Mingliu to worry too much about Osamu Dazai.

"Fei Jia, can you say it?" Mao Mao rubbed an inch against his neck, and his warm breath made him itch even more. "Or do you want more?"

Fyodor's eyes widened unavoidably, trying to pull off the man wrapped around him: he doesn't know where this man learned this, how can he be as limitless as Osamu Dazai in this aspect?

...and his self-control is limited.

While thinking, Ming Liu had already untied his cloak, and his fingers did not know where to touch, tracing along the thin collarbone, while complaining in a low voice: "Too thin, why are you so thin when you grow up?"

Fyodor grabbed the troubled hand, blinked slowly, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, covering his sad eyes.

……

"Totally depraved." Tosi almost sighed, "Have you been tempted first?"

Fyodor said nothing.

"Is he tempted?"

Fyodor dared not speak any more.

how to answer?

Ming Liu seems to have always pampered him blindly, even if the kiss was beyond a safe distance, the other party would just smile and tolerate everything.Taking the initiative to come and rub is also in the range of intimacy. Although I kissed, I couldn't feel any emotion that crossed the line.

Fyodor has always been condescending to torment others, and he has never been played with emotions like this—maybe the age difference of the previous four years is at fault, in Ming Liu's eyes, he has not grown up no matter what A rice ball.

Tosi: "Have you considered solving the problem?"

Fyodor: "Of course."

The most convenient way to solve a problem is of course to solve the problem itself, that is, to deal with Mingliu cleanly.This is the practice of cutting grass and roots.

But not very practical.

And don't really want to...

Tuo thought for a while, and proposed a more hellish method: "When he fully believes in you, get rid of it."

He didn't say it, but Fyodor understood what was going on underneath.

"..." He didn't know what to say.

Tosi somewhat took pleasure in other people's misfortunes, because his peers were so different from him that they couldn't even be called the same kind.

"Pick it up before you put it down, don't you?" He said nonsense solemnly, and Fyodor translated it, which meant nothing more than letting him eat people before throwing them away.Tosi stood up seriously and patted his shoulder, "Come on, I'm worried about you."

……

Fragments rolled through my mind, and useless thoughts were cleared along with the clothes.Mingliu's body temperature was higher than his, and it was not too cold to hug each other. They kissed each other, touched each other instinctively, and fought for the initiative.

Fyodor was clearly inexperienced in this matter.He was soon crushed on the tatami mat, his clothes were disheveled, and his pale skin turned red when he was pressed.

But he was served comfortably again, and he unknowingly relaxed, thinking that this seems to be a good idea...

His body melted earlier than his will, and he raised his hand to push back, but he just vainly laid it on the opponent's body, rubbed his hair, and told him to take it easy, and he had long forgotten about crime and punishment.

"Fei Jia, Fei Jia..."

The voice is a little hoarse and a little sticky.Mao Mao didn't want to take the last step, so he climbed up again, kissed him on the cheek a few times, and licked his lips.

Fyodor licked his lower lip too...

Hmm, weird smell.

He stretched out his hands to cover his face, feeling like everything was burning.

But Ming Liu wanted to look at his face, grabbed his wrist and moved away: "Don't be shy. It's just a reward."

He looked into Fyodor's eyes, as if it would be immoral for him not to answer.

"Dazai-kun wants to rewrite the world line." Fyodor finally said, "This plan has been completed halfway, and it may be too late to stop it now."

"Is there any solution?"

Fyodor stretched out his arms to hug Mingliu, but his voice calmed down again: "Yes."

"what?"

He didn't answer this question first, and exchanged a kiss with his head lowered. He separated when he was almost immersed in it, and said in a low voice, "Do you believe me?"

"Believe it. Why don't you believe it?" Ming Liu leaned on his arms and opened his eyes wide. "I'm already like this—does Fei Jia think that I'm a very casual person—"

Fyodor choked.

He wanted to refute a bit: Looking at the way they are rolling together in a muddle now, isn't it casual?

They obviously haven't said anything yet, and they are about to finish everything.Obviously it's super easy...

Ming Liu bit back: "Fei Jiade is in charge."

"You have to support me for at least a year." He counted with his fingers, "I've wanted to eat soft food for a long time."

one year?Considering the cost of Mingliu's food, raising it for a year is quite easy.Even if he takes a vacation from now on and doesn't work at all, the savings are enough to support him.

But the premise is that the cat doesn't want to run around and stays at home quietly. If he wants to go out and play something, such as demolishing the Mafia building, then Fyodor really feels that he can't afford it for a year... ..

"Let's go to torment Osamu Dazai tomorrow."

"Ah."

Ming Liu touched it again: "Then let's toss Fei Jia today."

......

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Fyodor: ?

The author has something to say: I would have written mutual attack if I knew it earlier (regret)

Fei Jia is the attacker, although he looks very popular, but I try to let him be the attacker when he hits home plate, alas.